[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Danger!

Almost at the moment when the young man turned his head, Salazar sensed that something was wrong, and at the same time as he quickly backed away, the disarming spell was issued.

No sound and no staff.

For the wizard at the top, this is just the foundation.

Strangely, the red light dissipated in front of the boy, as if a mysterious force was blocking it. This process was so fast that Olysses didn't notice it at all, and Salazar, who had witnessed all this, didn't have time to think about it... …The surrounding air seems to be drained, an invisible labyrinth descends, the walls are constantly approaching, and there is only one exit ahead——

Face the boy's exit.

"Slytherin?"

The wind stopped.

The dust has settled.

Salazar stood where he was, the locket on his chest shaking violently.

An obvious status symbol.

Fine silver chain, eight-sided body, an S is supported on the front of the locket, and the case is set with a green snakeskin-patterned gemstone, engraved with astrological symbols and astrological notations around the gemstone .Very delicate object, difficult to imitate.

And the impostor... presumably bears the wrath of Slytherin.

Since there is no way out, etiquette must not be lost.

The following wizard took off his hood and stepped out of his hiding place, "Salazar Slytherin."

The long hair was wrapped in a bunch of silver-green headbands, the pale and thin face and the cold expression... The image in memory emerged, and Elan remembered that he and this wizard had actually met once.The one-sided kind.

The Dark God took a few steps back, clapped his hands and said, "Olysses, I helped you find Salazar. What are you looking for?"

Olysses: "..."

Is it all my fault?

It seems so.

Suddenly locked by a cold gaze, even the bone marrow seemed to be immersed in icy water, Olysses smiled wryly and said, "I just want to find Lord Slytherin..." His expression gradually became serious, "Preside over the overall situation. "

The wizarding world is too loose.

Facing the coming war and facing the Holy See as a whole, wizards are at a great disadvantage. This is not referring to the power balance, but the form.

There is a badly told story, a chopstick is easy to break, but a bundle of chopsticks is tough and unshakable, and Olysses' goal is to find someone who can tie the scattered chopsticks into a bundle.Obviously, the ideal object in this Blake's heart is the current head of Slytherin, that is, Salazar standing in front of him.

Olysses's dark brown eyes were full of sincerity, "Lord Slytherin, we really need you."

The situation is clear.

If they don't fight back, the wizarding world may disappear—yes, there are definitely wizards who will stay, but if there are only a few left, how is it different from the Muggles who have perished?

Black's pride urges Olysses to work hard in the direction of changing the status quo.

Salazar's expression was still cold, and he looked carefully at the wizard in front of him, and said for a long time: "If you choose a leader based on strength, I suggest you change your target." His gaze turned to the young man who had entered the onlooker state.

Leader...?

Elan carefully felt the magic power in Salazar's body, and finally had an intuitive understanding of the division of power in the wizarding world.As for the people on the high platform in the open space... Maybe it was for a joke. "That can't be done," Elaine smiled and leaned against the trunk, lazily, "I'm from Gryffindor Castle."

"Gryffindor?"

Olysses raised his voice in surprise, and couldn't help but look at Elan. It was obvious that he had been together day and night, so it seemed that there was something different again.But Elan's style...doesn't look like a white wizard.Moreover, he remembered correctly that the Patriarch of Gryffindor had died, leaving only an unconvincing younger brother, and most of his original glory as the leader of the White Wizard had dissipated, could it be?

As if seeing what he meant, Elan said leisurely: "Gryffindor Castle has welcomed a new owner." Under the evaluation of the two wizards, the boy blinked, "Of course it's not me."

silence.

Olises seemed to want to say something, but the dark god thought faster than him, "I remember that white wizards and black wizards are not opposites, right? Especially when there are foreign enemies." Elan smiled, purely And innocently, "In that case, let's all come to Gryffindor Castle to discuss dealing with the Holy See!"

Both dark wizards were thinking seriously.

This idea sounded absurd at first, but when you think about it carefully, it turns out to be very feasible.

Because of the style of black wizards, it is difficult for them to trust each other... It is ironic that under the same conditions, black wizards will trust white wizards more than their partners who are also black wizards.

Olysses said: "Who is the current head of Gryffindor?"

"Godric Gryffindor, son of Theresa Gryffindor and Olivia Gryffindor."

"The dwelling place of God?"

"Of course." Apparently he didn't think there was anything wrong with the meaning of the name, Elan assured himself, "He won't let you down."

"Then what time?"

"Wait until Godric's 17th birthday..." Elan murmured thoughtfully.

Only 16 years old?

Olysses, who was over 20 years old, subconsciously looked at the 17-year-old Salazar, and swallowed the question before he could say it.

This age, combined with his accomplishments, finally caught Salazar's attention.At this time, Salazar didn't know that Godric was the blond boy who hadn't started magic in the woods, so he just secretly marked him as a worthy opponent in his heart.

Godric sneezed frantically.

It has been almost half a year since Elan went out.

The blond boy looked at the sun outside the window, unaware that someone he missed had given him a Big Mac cauldron.

Olysses looked at Elan, and hesitated, "What is the birthday of His Excellency Grandin? I...should I go home now and wait for the owl's letter?"

Being able to ask this question obviously has a deep understanding of the unreliability of the Dark God.

"Isn't it?"

Elan thought about it, "Is it not serious enough? It makes sense..."

The boy snapped his fingers.

Time paused.

It must be said that the snapping of fingers was completely a product of being handsome, and the magic exclusive to the origin of time was also silent and without staff.

Taking out the desk, stool and other things, he picked up the quill pen and dipped it in the ink. After thinking for a second, Elan decisively discarded it and replaced it with a pen that has not yet been born in this era.Pens that can absorb ink and store it can last much longer.Unfolding the parchment, he composed words and sentences in his mind, and Elan began to write the letter according to the format of communication among wizards.

In Godric's handwriting, of course.

Carefulness is an important quality.

Let the time of the letter pass, making it look like it had already been completed, Elan nodded with satisfaction, and time flowed again.

"By the way, here is Godric's letter for you. It doesn't matter if you open it now."

Without bothering to weave excuses, Elan handed Salazar the wrapped, presumably flawless letter.

What about flaws?

Of course Godric is responsible for taking the blame.

Salazar didn't shirk, and opened the parchment directly to look.

Under the curious eyes of Olysses and Elan, Salazar, who had almost no expression on his face, seemed to twitch the corners of his eyes?

The head of the Slytherin family hesitated a bit: "Are you sure... this was written by Gryffindor himself?"

"of course."

Salazar looked at Elan seriously.

Of course, Elan didn't show any signs of guilty conscience, and his calm appearance could stand any test.

"I understand."

Salazar lowered his eyelids, "Looking forward to this gathering."

His gaze fell on the writing on the parchment again.The ancient elegance and the recklessness that are incompatible with each other... However, the handwriting is not the point, but the content is.Although it was just a letter inviting him to visit the other party's 17th birthday, Salazar could not tell the love between the lines.

It must be said that Erlan was unintentional.

For a god who is addicted to love games and has written N love letters in the game, it is understandable that the handwritten letters carry the traces of the past.

Godric in the distance: ...

He fell at home.

I don't know what's going on, but it always feels bad.

The background of the Slytherin Patriarch turning and leaving was neat and unrestrained, while Olysses who stayed in place... "How about becoming a wolf?" Elan looked at him expectantly, "Stay with me for a few more days."

Olysses was tempted to say no.

The result was that he gave in.

The previous feeling was not wrong, Elan was much gentler to himself in wolf form, and devoted himself to giving him various enjoyments to dissuade him from leaving, including food, grooming, and power... Yes, Elan Lan started to teach magic, the kind created by combining the original world and this world.

Olysses panicked a little.

Power is certainly his pursuit, but in this case... how is it different from a real pet?

Fortunately, Elan did not break his promise.

Seven days later, Olysses fled quickly, as if afraid that if he hesitated, he would not be able to resist staying.

"it's a pity."

Looking at the departing wizard from afar, Elan shrugged, and glanced at the still-unmoving egg... "It's time to go back."