Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Questioning Salazar, understanding Salazar, and becoming Salazar, this is Helga's journey.

She was moved by Salazar!

"Salazar, before you met us, were you living in the Garden of Eden?" Helga sighed and wrote a note to Cedric.

The note turned into a bird and flew out of the office. Les wanted to follow the bird out, but was stopped by Helga.

"You can't go."

Les:?

"Help me make a puppet!" Cedric was there to grade the homework, but Cedric was unable to help with the puppet making. Helga needed some "technical support" from Les.

Les:…

No matter how he drags Helga's students into trouble, he still can't get some leisure!

"We're all friends, Helga," Les looked at Helga "sadly" and said, "If you continue like this, I will never set foot in your office again!"

Helga smiled: Why do you care so much? Let’s leave him to do some hard work first!

This is how trust between friends is destroyed.

Soon, Cedric came, but it was not him himself, but a small sparrow made of clay.

"Professor, what's the matter?" When Cedric's voice came from the sparrow's mouth, Les's eyes suddenly widened: What's going on? This magic is a bit too outrageous. Didn't Helga just accept him as a student? !

A trace of doubt arose in Les's mind: Daphne might not be able to achieve this level after following him for two years. Is his teaching level really poor?

Helga smiled proudly and told Cedric to come to her office as she had some student work for him to grade.

To Helga's surprise, the sparrow conjured by Cedric became silent. After two seconds, he stammered and replied: "Professor, I have an appointment with the team members for Quidditch training today. What's next?" We are going to play against the Slytherin team, and you don’t want us to lose to Slytherin, right?”

Helga glanced at Les, who was trying to suppress his laughter, and clenched his fists: "You can go back to training..."

"Oh, teacher, the signal... isn't--very good..." The sparrow suddenly fell apart and turned into a pile of dirt.

Helga looked at the dirt on the windowsill and remained silent.

The corners of Les' mouth were harder to suppress than the squid on the iron plate: Helga was inexperienced. How could she not assign tasks to students in person? When he asked Daphne to do his homework, he always handed it over in person.

But more than that, he had something more important to confirm with Helga: What was going on with Cedric's magic?

"So you accepted Diggory as your student? What a good idea."

Helga was originally a little unhappy because of her disciple's fishing, but after hearing Salazar praise Cedric, she couldn't help but become happy.

"His talent is indeed very good. He is one of the best in the school." Helga deliberately used "school" instead of "college".

Les's eyes narrowed slightly: "In Hufflepuff House, Cedric is probably the best. He seems to be quite good at mud spells? He has been practicing the bird-turning spell for a long time, right?" ?”

Hufflepuff laughed: "Salazar, you have miscalculated. It didn't take Digory long to understand the use of soil."

Les:? !

He subconsciously thought that Helga was trying to make a fool of herself: It didn't take long to understand this kind of spell. Are you fooling me? Would such a smart person be assigned to your academy?

Of course, he would never say these words under the roof, but his expression gave him away.

"Salazar, don't believe it. Digory is in my dungeon now, but it's equivalent to having a domain - you might not be able to defeat him!"

Regarding the talent of the heir, Hufflepuff had been suppressed by the other three old friends for too long, so as soon as she accepted a disciple who could be proud of herself, she couldn't help but show off.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Les said decisively: "Helga, stop joking, Territory? Are you kidding me?"

If Les could barely believe it before, but he just secretly questioned Cedric's college, and later said that he already had a field, Les didn't believe it at all. This is just like a colleague saying that she accepted a graduate student two days ago. Winning a Nobel Prize is just as outrageous.

"Not a real realm—"

"That's impossible!" Les didn't believe it at all. He was too aware of the difficulty of the awakening field.

Seeing that Les didn't believe it, Helga smiled slightly and started to show him her memories.

Old Viper, take a closer look, does this count as a domain?

For a moment, Helga's office turned into a dungeon, and Les witnessed Cedric manipulating the earth with his own eyes.

Les:! ! !

After reading Helga's memories, Les fell silent. There was only one question in his mind at the moment: How on earth did she do it?

If academic certificates were to be issued to wizards, then in Rice's eyes only those with a field could be called "doctors." No matter how "watery" this field is, as long as you have a field, it will be fundamentally different from other wizards.

Although Cedric's domain is insignificant and even ridiculous in Rice's eyes, thousands of years ago, no one would have any objection to him being called a "demigod". The weakest demigod will be beaten violently by the elite among mortals.

This is outrageous! Rice had a hard time accepting this reality.

"How did you do that?" Les couldn't help but ask.

"Want to know? I can teach you!" Helga showed a simple smile: "But knowledge requires equal exchange. Salazar, you should understand this truth."

Les was speechless. Of course he understood the principle of equivalent exchange, but how could he afford such a level of knowledge?

"You only need to do a few trivial things for me, and I will share this knowledge with you." Helga's face was filled with sincerity: "Who made us friends?"

Les felt a little moved in his heart: Helga! ! !

It is so great that you are willing to share this supreme wisdom with me!

Great, needless to say.

I want to apologize for what I thought before!

It was not that Les had not doubted why Helga was able to develop such a powerful teaching method despite everyone having the same level. But the scene she presented was solid evidence, and Rice had to believe it.

Moreover, the four of them specialize in magic. It is not incomprehensible that Helga suddenly enlightened and suddenly lit up a black technology - didn't she also invent the magic of immortality with almost no shortcomings?

Eh? It seems that I really have a treasure that can be exchanged at equal value!

"Helga, how about I exchange the magic of immortality with you?" Les asked with an idea.

Surprisingly, Helga refused.

"No, no need." Her eyes were firm and firm: "You just need to do me a few small favors!"

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