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The research of the magic circle is in trouble, or they understand the working principle of the magic circle, but they are still at a loss.

As Malfoy had expected, it was a snake syntax array, but most of it worked in a general way.They tried to get the basilisk to help, but unraveling the intricately nested magic circles was beyond the basilisk's ability.Unlocking the magic circle requires much higher requirements for wizards than using spells.Ordinary wizards can't even draw magic circles, let alone unlock magic circles.Although the basilisk is much more powerful than ordinary wizards, it has no clue about the operation of ordinary wizards' magic power, so it can't help at all.

"In other words, only Voldemort can understand." Gryffindor sat down on the chair with a sullen face after listening to Dumbledore's explanation.

After a while, he said again, "Now we can go and see the situation around the manor."

"Yes, sir, we'll take a look at the hill behind the manor," Malfoy immediately nodded in agreement, and got up and left the tent with several people.

Several Aurors stared at Lucius Malfoy in surprise, seeing the always arrogant and sharp Lucius Malfoy's submissive attitude in front of Gryffindor.One of them cast a puzzled look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at Gryffindor, who smiled and nodded.

"This is Godric Gryffindor," said Dumbledore with his usual benevolent smile.

Several Aurors froze collectively, two of them laughed, and the rest looked at Gryffindor in a daze, and then at the two who were laughing.

After a while, more than a dozen people finally came to their senses and stared at Gryffindor together.

A brown-haired young man looked at Dumbledore anxiously, and asked cautiously, "So, what we want to save is Mr. Gryffindor's younger brother?"

"Lord Salazar Slytherin," Dumbledore replied.

Slytherin fell into a nightmare at this time.

He recognized in his dream the very morning of the day his daughter died.

He was eating breakfast, his usual meal.He remembered leaving the table after drinking his coffee.

Then, as usual on Tuesday, there was a Potions class in the morning.Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw together, primary potion production, mainly training the handling of materials.He watched as he tapped on the blackboard again to write a familiar writing on the blackboard. After explaining in detail, he went around and corrected the mistakes of several groups of people.

Then he'd go to lunch, and then...

Immediately afterwards, Sylvia will...

The pain of losing his daughter, which had almost calmed down in his heart, stirred again.He didn't understand why his dream would return to this time again.

His wrists were still bleeding, and the guards on both sides gently pressed his arms one by one.At this time, Slytherin, who was trying to get rid of the dream, frowned tightly, panted with slightly parted lips, and wanted to curl up involuntarily.The people on both sides felt the almost convulsive movement in the arms, pressed his arm tightly with one hand, and lifted the curtain with the other.

The Slytherin dream continued.

The Gaunt family had sent a message to him, and he watched himself put on his coat and cloak under the service of Simon, and left Hogwarts to enter Gaunt's manor.

"No..." He was held tightly by two Death Eaters' arms, and his head was rubbed against the pillow, but he was unable to extricate himself from the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, and he sank deeper and deeper into the dream.

Then the part that was different from his memory appeared.

Simon sent him a message that Gryffindor was coming.

He froze in surprise.Immediately afterwards, unbelievable things gradually unfolded before his eyes.

When the dream was finally over, he was so dizzy from blood loss and didn't know what to do that he didn't want to move any more. He fell limply on the bed, opened his eyes in a daze, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The two wizards didn't intend to care about his mental state. They took out bandages and hemostatic potion to clean up his wound, poured him a whole bottle of blood-replenishing potion, and left.

("Godric...why did this happen...")

After a long time, he curled up on the bed, holding his head and muttering to himself.

Time soon came to the night of the full moon.

Gryffindor's plan was finally implemented.Aurors kept watch over the grounds around the estate, while anti-apparition spells were placed.

At dusk that day, a dozen Death Eaters and Voldemort himself Apparated into the woods behind the manor.They were careless and had no intention of hiding it. Auror notified Dumbledore and Gryffindor, and the two arrived at the same location with the remaining personnel in the tent.

Gryffindor drank a long-acting aging potion to reach the age of 20 in order not to hold back.Since the aging agent has little effect on the white magic that he is good at using, he can roughly catch up with the level of ordinary wizards.

The Death Eaters released their camouflage on the ground, and a hexagram array glowing with blood-red light appeared in front of everyone.Due to the influence of black magic, the blood was still warm and flowing along the lines of the magic circle on the soil, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

Gryffindor felt a burning pain in his heart as he looked at the blood drawn into the magic circle.

It was all Slytherin blood.The situation made him twist his wand tightly.

Their plan is going pretty well.

A Death Eater wrapped in a black cloak appeared in their sight holding a slender child.He put the boy on the ground.

The boy was wearing the same black cloak as them, and his face could not be seen clearly in the thick black shadow, except for his pale and thin chin.He and Voldemort stood opposite each other in the center of the circle.The boy lifted his hood, revealing his long silver hair that glistened in the moonlight.Immediately afterwards, his figure shook and fell, and at the same time, the flow of magic power that was almost visible to the naked eye began to be drawn from his body.Before the magic circle was fully activated, the manor's protective circle was closed.

Several Death Eaters were visibly relieved.The Auror rushed forward to finish them off.

Voldemort was the only one left standing in the magic circle with his eyes closed.

Yet they can't do anything now.Gryffindor held back a few impulsive Aurors.

"That's a kid!" cried the brown-haired young man. "What if something happens! I don't care who it is!"

"We must wait until the magic circle is over, otherwise their safety cannot be guaranteed," Gryffindor also yelled back.

Dumbledore vetoed the proposal of the remaining Aurors to "rush up now", and a dozen people could only wait helplessly.

The strong light from the magic circle gradually dimmed, and when the moon in the middle of the sky began to set, Slytherin struggled and stood up.

At this moment, the light of the magic circle went out, the magic circle ended, and everyone rushed up.

"Come here! Salazar! Come here!" Gryffindor rushed over and called his name with outstretched arms.

However, Slytherin's pale face was expressionless, and he took a few quick steps towards an Auror next to Gryffindor.The wizard froze for a moment, stretched out his arms to pick him up and apparated to a distance of about 400 meters.

Gryffindor was startled, and ran over to see how Slytherin was doing.He lifted one of the Slytherin's arms, intending to roll up his sleeve to examine the wound.The Slytherin took a step back just out of the way of his hand, looked up at the Auror and said, "Is there a healer around?"

"Salazar?" Gryffindor hadn't reacted yet.Slytherin felt dizzy and fell backwards.Gryffindor stretched his remaining arm forward and hugged him.

"Salazar, be careful..." At the end before passing out, Slytherin heard Gryffindor say worriedly as he hugged him tightly.