Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Looking at the familiar market around him and Salazar's overly young face, Gryffindor felt as if time had gone back to the days when he traveled around with his three friends.

However, after looking down at the big beard on his chin and his body that seemed so real, he gave up this ridiculous idea.

Obviously, time has not gone back.

Hmm? Godric suddenly remembered the "contest" that his old friends had repeatedly mentioned before, and his brows immediately frowned: Could this be the venue for the contest?

After raising the question in my mind, I got Salazar's affirmation.

"Hey! This stadium is quite spacious. Where have you decided to hold the competition?" After being interrupted by Salazar, Godric threw away the idea of ​​scolding Salazar. Now he just wanted to know the details of the competition.

This is so interesting! Why didn't he come up with such an interesting idea back then?

"Inside Hogwarts."

Godric: ???

Salazar's words confused him. He looked around and found that the surroundings were not at all like the Hogwarts in his memory. Could it be that the event was held in a town near Hogwarts?

"Rowena did something big." Les told Gryffindor everything Rowena had done.

Godric: !!!

"You created an alchemy world specifically for this competition?!" Godric couldn't believe his ears.

"It's like this," Les rubbed his forehead, "Royna has made amazing progress in alchemy..."

It just caused a little trouble and I need someone to help clean it up.

"Let me confirm again, a vast world that is no different from the real world?" Even though Salazar was sure, Godric couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes, the life in the small world is no different from the life on Earth. It has its own intelligence. Although I haven't actually investigated the area, I feel that it is at least similar in size to the British Isles, or even larger."

"Hiss..." Hearing his friend say this, Gryffindor took a deep breath: Rowena has grown to this point? It really impressed him.

But he suddenly realized one thing: Based on Rowena's previous characteristics, did her growth this time cause any negative impact?

In other words,

"And what is the price, Salazar?"

Les was silent for a moment.

"The price is... I am here now."

"Huh?" Godric's eyes widened, and it took him two seconds to react, and then Godric's shadow burst into a shrill laugh.

Looking at Godric, who was laughing so hard that his spirit body became unstable, Les's face gradually stiffened.

"Are you done laughing?" Seeing that Godric seemed like he couldn't stop laughing, Les interrupted him in a harsh voice.

"I'll stop right now, haha ​​- right now, right now!" After promising himself that he would stop right away, Godric laughed for about a minute before he barely stopped.

With a big smile on his face and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, Godric finally regained the ability to communicate.

"Salazar, I almost forgot that you are now a student of Hogwarts! So you have to participate in this competition on behalf of the students of Hogwarts!!!" Godric stared at Rice and said excitedly.

"Ha! The kids participating in this competition are in trouble, because they have to compete against the legendary wizard, Salazar Slytherin!"

Les Rage: +1

As if he didn't notice his old friend's pale face, Godric continued to mutter: "A thousand years have passed since we were active. It's time for young wizards around the world to see the style of the founder of Hogwarts!"

Les Rage: +7

"Now that you, Salazar, are participating in the competition, doesn't that mean Hogwarts' championship is secure? Oh, I don't want to go back now. I want to watch you lead Hogwarts to take the top spot in the magic school!"

Les Rage: +13

Every word Gryffindor said came from the bottom of his heart, and that was why Rice was so angry.

Every word of Godric hit his sore spot accurately, which made Rice suspect that this guy did it on purpose. But considering this guy's character, Rice felt that Godric should not have done it on purpose.

But this makes me even more angry.

"Godric, do you think you can do whatever you want now that you have become a ghost?" Les narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes: "You don't really think I can do nothing about ghosts, do you?"

Gryffindor:?

"Eh? Have you made any new discoveries?" Gryffindor's curiosity was aroused at once: "I have indeed never heard of any attack methods against ghosts. Now that you mention it, I really want to try it."

There was a rustling sound coming from Les's sleeves, and Les understood that it was the snake king he brought in that was getting ready to move.

Just now when fighting with the Falling Star Dragon King, the Snake King curled up in his robe and pretended to be dead. Now that the battle is over, it has "come back to life" again.

By the way, does the gaze of the snake king have any effect on ghosts? Les had a strange idea: what effect would the gaze of the snake king, which can cause instant death, have on dead ghosts? He had not done such an experiment yet.

Will it be the only known way to destroy ghosts, or will it only petrify them, like just indirectly looking into the eyes of a basilisk?

However, even though there happened to be a talkative ghost at hand, Rice had no intention of using Gryffindor for experiments, because the risk of this experiment was a bit too high.

Godric is not an ordinary ghost. It would be funny if he was killed instantly by the basilisk.

Why would I need a basilisk to punish Godric? I have plenty of potions to deal with that.

After gently flicking the basilisk's head to make it quiet down, Rice took out a small bottle of potion.

This was one of the leftover potions he had used to cleanse the dirt from Rowena's soul, and now it was just the right time to use it to open Godric's eyes.

Godric, let me show you the power of the potion! I am also growing up!

Looking at the jar of potion that Salazar took out, Gryffindor blinked: he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Sigh, I've changed my mind now, okay..."

"No." Rice clenched the bottle of medicine in his hand.

At this point, you still expect me to stop? Since the crossbow arrow is already on the string, there is no reason to put it down!

Before Godric could take any further action, Rice opened the lid of the jar and with a wave of his hand, the liquid medicine inside turned into a mist, which enveloped Gryffindor.

"Ah——" Gryffindor, who was splashed with the potion, let out a scream, and several wisps of white smoke instantly came out of his body.

He felt as if a basin of hot water had been poured over his head, and his whole body was burning - this was thanks to Rice's "mercy", otherwise he would have had something more powerful.

"How is it? This is just an appetizer. I have something more powerful. Do you want to try it?"

"That's not necessary!" Godric waved his hands repeatedly, hurriedly stopping Salazar from taking further action.

After more than ten seconds, he gradually recovered and looked at the empty can in Salazar's hand with lingering fear.

I didn't expect that my old friend actually developed a potion that can harm ghosts, but why did he come up with such a thing? !

Les understood the look in Gryffindor's eyes.

"I'm not that free. This is for Rowena." Les told Godric again how Rowena's soul was polluted and she lost consciousness because she stayed in the dungeon for too long.

"These potions are used to cleanse the dirt in the soul. But Rowena was unconscious at the time, so I didn't consider the user experience. I used strong potions, just to make her fly with great force."

In order to cure Rowena's illness, Rice really wanted to peel off a layer of skin from Rowena's soul.

Godric: ...

What else can he say except calling the boss awesome?

"But I have good news to tell you. Based on your performance just now, your soul is very clean and not polluted too much. Otherwise, the smoke that just came out would be black." Les also gave Godric a physical examination.

Godric didn't even know how to respond to this.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the wand stall out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened immediately and he motioned for Salazar to look quickly.

"This stall, why does it look so familiar to me? I remember——"

"Helga ordered a wand from Ollivander's stall, and the family kept it for her for thousands of years. I went to help her pay the balance a few days ago and took out the wand."

Godric's eyes flashed with surprise: I didn't expect that the fake-looking stall had actually been open for a thousand years. Could it be that the Ollivanders had really been making wands since the Roman era?

Rice didn't care what Godric was thinking. He just said to himself, "When Rowena created this world, she must have referred to the memories of the past, which led to the appearance of this kind of store in such a small city."

"Did she build these streets one by one?!" Godric's pupils trembled. In his opinion, the workload was already unbelievably huge.

Les shook his head.

"She doesn't have the leisure to do that. These cities were built spontaneously by alchemical life forms. However, since these life forms have a close relationship with Rowena, many things and customs will develop according to Rowena's subconscious."

Speaking of this, Rice remembered the discrimination against snakes by humans in this world, and his face turned dark again.

"I see..." Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. If every street here was made by Rowena herself, he would be scared to death.

"We've been chatting for so long, it's time to find a place to have lunch." Les looked around and soon found a tavern at the corner of the street.

He strode towards the tavern, with Godric following behind him - just as he said, he didn't want to disappear for the time being, he wanted to see Salazar's performance.

"By the way, do you have the currency of this world?" Godric asked him this question just before Les pushed open the door of the tavern.

Les:…

If I had known earlier, I would have plundered the people I just met. They were all well-dressed and must be very rich.

But having no money is not a problem.

Les snapped his fingers, and a purse belonging to some unlucky guy flew into his hands.

It is very easy for a wizard to make money when he is away from home.

"Tsk tsk." Godric, who witnessed everything, made an ambiguous sound.

"Humph, if you knew what Rowena asked me to do, you would realize that the evil I'm doing now is just a trivial matter." After saying something incoherent to Gryffindor, Les pushed the door and walked into this unusually lively tavern.

Many people had gathered in the tavern, and everyone was talking about the earthquake and the natural disaster that had just occurred.

The distance between here and the Dragon Forest is more than one hundred kilometers, but everyone still felt the obvious tremors and saw the two meteorites falling from the starry sky.

For the boring citizens, this vision was worth discussing, so the churches and taverns in the city became crowded.

Les pushed his way through the crowd and came to the front desk.

"I want a glass of ale, a roast chicken with honey on the skin, a thick soup and a vegetable cheese salad." As he said this, Les took out a few silver coins from his purse and slapped them on the table.

"No need to look for it, just hurry up."

After ordering a sumptuous meal, Rice found himself an empty table in the corner and sat down.

With the help of silver coins, Rice's dishes were served very quickly.

Soon, a glass of foamy ale, a bowl of chowder in a bread crust with the core removed, and a plate of shredded cheese and mixed vegetables were placed on the table. As for Rice's roast chicken, it would take a while because of the process.

The scooped-out bread crumbs were not wasted, but were put in a bowl and sent to Rice's table as a gift.

Without even looking at it, Les took out a portion of bread made by Helga from his small leather bag as the main course of the meal.

Anyone who has had the good fortune to taste bread made from fine flour in the modern world would not be able to accept the bitter, hard black bread of the Middle Ages.

There are too many suspicious things mixed in those black breads: bran, stones, sawdust...No normal person would like that stuff.

Even the nobility found it difficult to taste modern white bread due to poor flour screening technology.

Of course, Godric, who had lived in the Middle Ages for most of his life and had not seen much of the world, the food on Rice's table was still very attractive to him, especially when the hot and fragrant roasted fat chicken was served.

Les was also quite satisfied with the roast chicken, because you wouldn't be able to eat chicken of this quality in modern Hogwarts unless you had a good relationship with Hagrid.

Although there is a Statute of Secrecy separating the two worlds, the meat at Hogwarts is undoubtedly "imported" from Muggles. It is all quick-grown meat, and cannot be compared to the fat chickens that have been raised for several years using grains.

Looking at Godric who was salivating, Les laughed: "Would you like to sit down and eat together?"

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