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It was nearly four days before Slytherin regained consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw white curtains swaying in the wind in a dim light.In the evening, or at dawn, the sunlight is coming in from the window, quietly spreading on the carpet whose pattern is now unclear.

He felt dizzy for a while, and his whole body was useless.

He blinked, realizing that he was tilting his head to the left facing the window, and there was a stiff numbness in his neck.

There was a faint pain in both wrists and the palm of the right hand.He turned his head slowly to the center, his chin brushing against the soft, fluffy duvet, his neck joints creaking.He had to stop.

Only then did he feel the strange taste of potions in his mouth.He relaxed his body and carefully identified the possible types of potions.

There is definitely a blood-enriching potion, and the other tastes like a magic imprisoning potion. It should have been drunk a long time ago, but it is still effective.He sighed.Combined with the two potions and the current wound, an idea that he thought was impossible in the past appeared in his mind.

Perhaps that descendant of his was also dissatisfied with his hybridity and tried to make amends.In this way, there is a new explanation for those assassinations that were intensive and the methods were too mild for his descendants.

That may not be an assassination, but to take him away like this time.

Slytherin's slowness brought up a smirk.

In this way, the remedial measures he originally planned would have to be completely changed, and he might get better results by cooperating obediently.If he was right, Voldemort had hunted him down for his blood.In other words, a hybrid, trying to obtain a large amount of blood from a pureblood to whom he is related.

This reminded him of a magic circle that was very common thousands of years ago.That kind of magic circle is called the blood-washing hexagram.

Use the blood of a pure blood related to a mixed blood to draw a hexagram-based magic circle, inject the magic power of the two, use unicorn horns and dragon teeth as sacrifices, and enshrine the goddess of darkness, turning the mixed blood into a magic circle. The same bloodline as the donor—that is, pure blood.

It is a magic circle based on the exchange magic circle. The difference is that the person who provides the blood will not be affected except for blood loss.It is often used when some ancient families face a heir crisis and have to admit some illegitimate children with impure blood.It's really similar to the current situation.

Voldemort had killed all of his immediate family and now wanted to try his luck with him.

The sun was growing brighter, and now the Slytherins were sure it was morning.

He closed his eyes and slowly brought his right arm closer to his face.He had to see the wound with his own eyes to be sure.The blood used for this magic circle must be cut open on both wrists and right palm with a silver knife soaked in the blood of the phoenix, and received in a similarly treated silver bottle. The magic circle should be drawn within seven days, and on the night of the first full moon within nine days Use, only this kind of magic circle needs to do this.For a wizard like him who has awakened the Feathered Serpent bloodline, the phoenix blood entering the wound will undoubtedly leave a burn-like scar.

The soft and fluffy duvet looked very heavy now, and Slytherin was already breaking out in a cold sweat when he untied the bandage on his right hand with his left hand.He moved his sore neck and turned his head to look.The rolled flesh on both sides of the wound turned black and wrinkled, and many transparent blisters formed along the sides of the wound.

It must be Phoenix blood.

He almost laughed out loud in pain.

If the circle failed, Voldemort would end up as a Squib, and if the circle succeeded, the results would be even more interesting.The reason why Voldemort, who divided his soul into several parts, still retains the appearance and sanity of a human is largely because his blood is impure and his soul is relatively strong. Contained partly.It's really hard to be sure what lovely consequences there would be if he got Slytherin-like blood.

("Looks like you're awake"), Voldemort pushed open the door and said.

("Yes"), the Slytherin closed his eyes, and smirked indifferently, flatly.

("I will surpass you!") Voldemort said arrogantly, ("When people talk about Slytherin, they think of Salazar Slytherin, and all the Slytherins before you are forgotten. But after a while, every Individuals, anyone, will know me! Just me!")

("Your surname is not Slytherin, I don't think a Gaunt half-blood can inherit my family"), Slytherin replied calmly.

("You don't believe it"), Voldemort smiled smugly.Following his words, two elves appeared beside the bed, lifted the quilt in unison, and took out a bottle of energy potion.

Slytherin drank without hesitation, and stood up from the bed slowly.

("Would you drink any potion if I gave you one?") Voldemort gave him an almost contemptuous look.

("I think you still have a place for me"), Slytherin glanced at him indifferently, then changed the subject, ("What evidence do you want to show me?")

Voldemort looked down into his eyes haughtily, and whispered, ("Come with me").

Hogwarts, Ravenclaw bedrooms

This small room, which was usually full of laughter and laughter, has been blown up.

"That adult caught your brother?" The two roommates of Gryffindor asked worriedly and surprised.

Gryffindor's eyes were red and he was too angry to speak, and his right hand was tightly clutching his wand.

Now he was not strong enough to fight the remaining Death Eaters and Voldemort.Looking at the urgent report sent by Lucius Malfoy, he grabbed the parchment that could be used as a multi-person door key and strode away.

Without continuing to pretend, as soon as he walked out of the dormitory door, he apparated into the principal's office.

The old man with a white beard was obviously taken aback.

"Mr. Dumbledore", ignoring Dumbledore's questions and warnings, Gryffindor unfolded the parchment with both hands so that he could see the words on it clearly.

"I'm Godric Gryffindor. It's urgent. Please listen to my explanation." Gryffindor put away the parchment and said, "Salazar Slytherin is Sigmund Snowton." He stared intently at Dumbledore's expression.

"I don't know much about this matter..." Dumbledore was interrupted by Gryffindor as soon as he started talking.

"I'm the first Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I know what you've been up to here, and all the portrait ghosts are happy to tell me. I know you've checked us, and pretty much guessed it. Answer me frankly now , don't make any more detours, would you like to help?" He finished in one breath.