Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

After the laughter, Helga told her favorite student seriously that Les Lint was a very opinionated person and your "invitation" would probably be difficult to succeed.

"Unless you wrap him up in stones and sand, but - ha - I advise you not to do that." Helga felt that if she chose to take action, her stupid student would definitely be severely punished by Salazar.

He might not even be able to defeat Salazar's two handsome disciples.

"I will persuade him well." Cedric did not change his decision because of the teacher's words.

"Whatever." Helga shrugged.

If Salazar was so easily persuaded, the relationship between the four of them wouldn't have become so tense.

After Cedric left the office, Helga started working at her desk again.

This time, after the students left, she used magic to make herself a magnifying glass.

"What the hell, his eyesight is getting worse day by day. Is there any magic in the world that can improve the eyesight of the elderly? Damn it, why are these guys saving parchment so much?! The words are too small!"

Helga's complaining voice echoed over the office.

To Helga's great surprise, at six o'clock in the evening, Cedric pushed open the door of the office on time, and behind him was Les Lint.

Helga's eyes widened.

"Is there something wrong with you?" She felt that Salazar must have come to see her by chance.

Confusion appeared on Cedric and Les's faces at the same time.

Rice glanced at Helga and asked his own question: "Are you getting old and confused? You asked me to come over at six o'clock tonight!"

Cedric nodded repeatedly. He was quite surprised that the task was completed so smoothly.

"Well... yes, but - okay, come and help me process some orders." Helga felt that Salazar was most likely up to no good and was planning to do something bad secretly!

So after thinking it over, she decided to assign the order to Salazar that did not require precious materials.

"You can give me a more complicated task. My skills are no worse than Diggory's."

After hearing Salazar's words, Helga became more convinced of her own judgment: this guy is here to mess things up.

So she immediately responded: "Thank you for your kindness, but you must first complete the task I assigned to you."

Les shrugged and said no more.

For the next few hours, Helga was anxiously waiting for Salazar's "trick", but to her surprise, Salazar actually sat there and made a lot of doll accessories for her.

Helga was confused: Is this really Salazar?

When the clock hand on the wall passed the number nine, Cedric stretched and felt a little thirsty, so he took a glass of honey water from his teacher's desk to moisten his throat.

In the end, he did not get what he wanted because the honey water prepared by Helga was a bit too sweet. It was the clear water that Les conjured for him that quenched his thirst and choking.

After this brief episode, Les said that he would stop here for the night and would come back tomorrow. Then he and Cedric left Helga's office together.

Helga sat alone in a chair behind her desk, her brows furrowed.

Although the scene just now was what she wanted to see, such a "well-behaved" Salazar really made her feel extremely unfamiliar.

'Why is he doing this? ' Helga couldn't figure it out.

She even checked the parts Salazar had made - they were all good, with no quality issues.

The next evening, Salazar and Cedric arrived as expected and worked hard for her for another night.

The same thing happened on the third and fourth days. Sometimes, even if Cedric was absent due to some matters, Salazar would still show up on time.

This abnormal phenomenon made Helga unable to sleep peacefully.

She took the time to talk to Rowena, but Rowena couldn't figure it out. She just told her that since Salazar was willing to help, why not let him do more work. This way you won't lose anything and it can also involve some of his energy.

But her old friend's words could not relax Helga, and her spirit remained tense.

Finally, one Friday night, while Cedric was away, Helga decided to ask Salazar the question that had been weighing on her mind for a long time.

"Salazar, why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Les stopped what he was doing and looked at Helga in confusion, "Isn't it because of your-"

"It's really unusual for you to work so hard!" Helga interrupted Les, "Tell me the reason, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."

"Because I'm your graduate student..."

Helga scoffed loudly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Salazar. I should record what you said and play it back for you so you can hear what you are saying."

Rice looked down at the half-finished part in his hands.

"If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work. I have a lot of work to do tonight."

Helga took a deep breath, as if she was irritated.

"Salazar, stop it, I'm scared. What happened?!"

Les put the unfinished parts in his hand aside and looked at Helga seriously and solemnly.

After taking a closer look at his old friend's face, Rice had to admit that she looked a little older.

The one year in the parallel world did not fall from somewhere else out of thin air. The sword of time did not leave too many marks on him, Rowena and Godric, but it left deep scars on Helga.

After returning to the normal timeline, those wounds were temporarily covered up. But the damage caused by time will not disappear out of thin air, it will only be released at a different time.

Obviously, the "wound" was now exposed, and it was causing Helga's hair to turn white at an alarming rate and the wrinkles on her face to become more numerous and deeper.

She is aging rapidly.

The prophecy was correct.

"How is your health lately?" Rice asked a question that seemed unrelated to the current topic.

"Very good." Helga said unhappily, "My tongue can still taste the sweetness of the food. This is the greatest blessing for me."

"really?"

"Of course—" Helga paused and didn't say the next words.

Because she suddenly noticed the details she had overlooked before: increasingly insufficient energy, worsening eyesight, and even a gradually deteriorating sense of taste - Godric complained to her that the honey water was a bit choking, but she thought it was just right.

Les saw the answer in Helga's face.

"I heard a terrible prediction."

"Prophecy?" Helga's expression can be summed up in one sentence -

Are you kidding me?

Although she was a person who believed in prophecies, the current situation still seemed absurd to her.

"It's like this..." Les told Helga about what happened in the divination class.

Les's words did not dispel Helga's doubts. She still found it hard to believe what Salazar said. Mainly because Salazar, you have never shown a talent for divination before! Now that you suddenly say such things, it is hard for me to believe it, right? I do feel that I am not as energetic as before, but Dumbledore is still alive and kicking at over a hundred years old. How can you say that I am going to die?

Helga suppressed the urge to beat up Salazar, and kept repeating in her heart: He is doing this for my own good, he is doing this for my own good...

"Do you want to tell your fortune?"

"Can you tell fortunes for yourself?"

Helga's question silenced Les, because he didn't know either.

"How about I go ask Rowena and Godric for a divination?"

Helga nodded and thought it was totally worth a try.

Anyway, I will definitely use this incident to make fun of Salazar in the future.

After Salazar left, Helga took out a book called "Seeing the Future through the Mist" and then used the materials on hand to imitate a tea leaf divination for herself.

After quickly drinking the boiling hot tea, Helga squinted her eyes and studied the shape of the tea leaves.

"What the hell is this..." After turning it around a few times and not being able to figure out what it was, Helga lost her patience, put the teacup aside, and went back to her work.

The tea leaves gathered on one side of the bottom of the cup gradually changed shape under the influence of the remaining tea, becoming something resembling a black dog.

……

Rice went to see Rowena first. Although she scoffed at Rice's statement, she still did a divination seriously.

In terms of divination posture, her movements and steps were impeccable, just like a real fortune teller.

But the result...

"What a pile of rubbish. According to the divination book, this shape symbolizes luck with love - do you think the four of us look like we have luck with love?"

Les was so angry that he laughed. Just don't think too much about four thousand-year-old trees.

After leaving Rowena, Les planned to go to the principal's office to find Godric.

Ask him for divination and tease him a bit to find out how this "greatest principal" lives in the principal's office.

When he arrived at the eighth floor of the castle, he keenly sensed something, and immediately restrained his breath, cast an invisibility spell on himself, and walked quietly towards the principal's office.

Before he even reached the statue, he heard Godric's voice.

"Get out of the way, I'm here to fetch something for the great Salazar Slytherin!"

Les:? ? ?

Rumble - this was the sound of the statue making way for the passage behind it. Rice was stunned where he stood.

No, buddy, what's the matter with your command? Are you mentally stimulated and planning to die with me?

Les couldn't understand why Godric set such a password.

Godric crossed his arms and fell into deep thought: he had tried it before in a parallel world, and this password could not open the principal's office, but it worked when he returned to the real world.

How strange!

Suddenly, he had a vague feeling that someone was secretly watching him.

Godric simply raised his hand and waved, and a fire dragon that filled the entire corridor roared through the corridor.

This fire dragon is full of Godric's magic power. It will not burn people when it encounters them. It will only give Godric feedback to help him find people hiding in the dark.

The same effect can be achieved by using magic fluctuations, but the momentum is not as great.

What Godric wanted was a huge momentum, because this would cause those who were hiding to lose their composure and be more easily exposed to him.

However, the person who was secretly watching this time was very familiar with Godric, so Les was not moved at all. He restrained his breath, leaned against an open window next to him, and climbed out of the window.

He turned over only after the fire dragon dissipated.

After making sure that there was no one hiding in the corridor, Godric reluctantly felt relieved.

You can't let other people hear what you just said.

He walked quickly into the principal's office. The statue slowly rotated behind him, blocking the entrance again.

After making sure that Godric had left, Les walked over to the statue.

After squinting at the statue for a while, he suddenly had an idea and said, "Move aside, I'm here to help the great Godric Gryffindor get something!"

The statue didn't move, and beads of sweat appeared on Rice's forehead.

Oh no, this isn't really targeting me, is it?!

"Get out of the way, I'm here to fetch something for the great Rowena Ravenclaw!"

This time he changed someone else, and the statue slowly moved.

Les:…

Godric seemed to be asking for a beating. He bet that the sentence he just said could be just as effective if Helga's name was used.

When they arrived at the principal's office upstairs, Godric was so scared that he almost knocked over the teacup beside him.

"You?! Salazar, who are you--?" After a brief shock, he quickly calmed down.

Then he realized a problem: How did Salazar know the password to the principal's office? Did Rowena or Helga tell him?

Thinking of the fleeting feeling of being peeped at in the corridor just now, Godric had a very bad guess in his heart.

"Password?" Les asked with a half-smile on his face. "Do you need me to repeat it to you? The password 'come and get something'?"

The expression on Godric's face froze for a moment.

It's really you, Salazar!

"You are amazing, Godric." Salazar complained to Godric, and then confirmed with him that this should not be the password of the statue?

He felt emotionally that it was unlikely, but who knew if Gryffindor would suddenly go crazy?

"Of course not, what are you thinking! It's just-uh... Never mind, let's not talk about this, what do you want to talk to me about?" Godric wanted to explain that this was a password he had set up on a whim before, but when the words came to his lips, he realized that Salazar would definitely laugh at him if he said it, so he changed the subject.

Rice didn't bother with him and just took out the materials and asked him to do divination.

"Okay." Godric agreed readily.

As long as we don't talk about the password, everything is fine.

Under Les's guidance, Godric completed the divination.

But when he was cleaning the carbon ash from the bones, an accident happened. Godric used too much force and broke the bones.

"Is this...still usable?"

Looking at the cracks that had become a mess, Rice shook his head.

This divination is considered a failure.

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