[HP] Snake

He found a restaurant in Diagon Alley, ordered some food for himself and Johnsy, and sat down in a remote corner.After simply casting a silence spell, he dug out the books he bought earlier and restored them to their original state.

【Harry, what are you looking at? ] Johnsy on her wrist raised her head, her dark green eyes stared curiously at the book I put on the table.

[Johnsy, it’s just a few books, nothing special, I think these are just a need to understand the current level of these wizards. 】

[Now these wizards?Hey, don't you too? 】The little black head is crooked, looking extremely cute.

【Hehe, I will tell you about my miraculous experience in the future. 】He touched her little head, cut the lamb chops into pieces, and fed them into her mouth bit by bit.

【En, it's delicious, hiss, Harry, you're so kind~】 She raised the tip of her small tail and flicked it lovingly.

【nice! You love it. 】

Stuffing a sliced ​​steak into his mouth, he casually opened a copy of "Overview of Major Magical Events in Modern Times".

However, the casual browsing soon stopped, and when I saw the words "Dark Lord" and "The Last Heir of Slytherin", I couldn't help clenching my fist...

The savior...haha...I am the savior...don't be kidding!

This Voldemort is also worthy of being the Dark Lord, and he is also worthy of being called the heir of Slytherin!A tyrant who rules his subjects by means of the Dark Mark and the Cruciatus Curse deserves to be Salazar's last heir!An idiot who came to ruin because he believed in the so-called prophecy deserves to be destroyed by me as the savior!It's the biggest joke in the world!

And Salazar, in these books, he turned out to be a blood theorist who wants to eliminate all Muggles!

Flipping through those books quickly, every single word brought unbearable pain.The man who declared to me that we are wizards who are proud of our blood, the man who led me into this magical world of magic, the man who loved me and taught me as my father, was so slandered by posterity point!

The current magical world has become like this... Those powerful magic spell arrays and spell runes have all disappeared, and even the weakened versions of the killing curse, cravat curse and Imperius curse can become the so-called three major evil curses. The Unforgivable Curse, the use of ancient runes is rare, and alchemy has been deleted from the Hogwarts curriculum!

A lot of things fade over time, which is understandable.However, the current magic world is not looking for the precious legacy left by those ancestors, but is addicted to the politics of those false snakes, unable to extricate themselves.

The Ministry of Magic has become incompetent and can only rely on the so-called greatest white wizard of this century.The nobles were either imprisoned in Azkaban because they were loyal to that idiot Voldemort, or they hid themselves in order to protect themselves, or they were high-profile and self-righteous, wantonly hoarding the wealth of the wizarding world, which is really a shame.Most of the civilians are content with the status quo and stick to their old ways. They only know how to live in poverty, but they don't understand why life is becoming more and more difficult.

It is simply unreasonable for the entire British wizarding world to regard a Hogwarts headmaster and a young child as spiritual pillars.And Albus Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, actually leads an organization and acts as a politician, what a terrible thing for Hogwarts.

This wizarding world is already rotten!

[Harry?Harry?Harry, Lilly——]

【What? !Johnsy, I'm sorry, I lost my composure. ] Gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, retracted those messy thoughts, reached out and nodded Johnsy's head, apologizing to her.

【Oh, Harry, why are you crying?I have called you for a long time, what are you thinking?I want to eat lamb chops! ] She stared at the plate of lamb chops on the table. Obviously, her focus was on the last sentence.

【OK. ] forked a lamb chop into her mouth, then moved the plate out of her reach.

【Hiss, Harry, you are such a good man! 】

Oh, Miss, as long as I give you something delicious, you are a good person...

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After lunch, I stepped into Knockturn Alley again.

This time, I headed straight for where I had been before, not knowing if the shop still existed, but it was always advisable to check it out before leaving.

Sinister, symbolizing darkness and evil, has bright red letters printed on the signboard with a pure black background, which looks gloomy and heavy, exuding a strong bloody breath.

The black metal door exudes a medieval classic atmosphere, and a few golden snakes are constantly swimming on the dark golden door handle.

[Open the door. 】

【Hiss, dear Parseltongue, please come in. 】The little snake on the doorknob stopped swimming and made a slightly sharp hissing sound, and the door clicked and slowly bounced inside.

As soon as he stepped into the door, a young man in a black robe greeted him. His long dark brown curly hair was tied behind his head obediently. His facial features were not too outstanding. Only those dark eyes were deep and charming. Being in the fog made the whole person look a bit more advanced and mysterious.

The appearance is very similar to that person, but at that time the temperament... It was completely different. Thinking of that perverted transvestite, I started to get goosebumps all over...

"It's a great honor to receive you, distinguished Parseltongue." His voice was pleasant, deep and magnetic, and there was a little bit of respect in his plain tone, neither appearing inferior nor rude to others.

"Heh heh heh..." Looking at the young man in front of him, he laughed softly.

"you……"

"How many people does Wei Xiusi have now?"

"You—how do you know Wei Hughes?!" The man's reserved and indifferent expression immediately disappeared, his dark eyes widened in surprise, and he did not use honorifics in his incoherent speech.

"My name is very long, but there is also a Westius in it."

"Eh?! How come..."

"Whose family do you belong to? Krell or Nars?"

"Nals, I'm Gilles Comanel Nars, the 170th ninth-generation descendant of the Nars family."

"Taltax Nars..."

Although I have already guessed it, but the 170th ninth generation... It is really more than 1000 years...

"It's very presumptuous, but are you..."

"Slytherin, I'm the Slytherin in the Weihus trio back then."

Weixius, like Sinister, means evil.

Thousands of years ago, Ravenclaw's Tartax Nars, Hufflepuff's Diffikorn Krell and I established a cooperative alliance called Sinister just after graduation, and put We Hughes engraved into our name as a logo.

In that era, black magic was also a field that the public dared not touch. Most of the black magic was dusted, and it was impossible for ordinary wizards to study high-level black magic in depth, which made most non-noble The young wizards in the world have a state of both fear and curiosity about black magic, and Tartax and Diffikorn are two of them.

At that time, I had followed Salazar to learn almost all the black magic that could be tested at that time, but during the years of in-depth research, I encountered various setbacks and failures, and even almost died many times. Salazar once asked me to terminate the research.

Under such conditions, I met Tartax and Diffie Cohen, who were already in fifth grade at Hogwarts.Two years of high-level black art teaching and group research cooperation have formed an extraordinary tacit understanding and friendship between us. Therefore, in the year they graduated, the Black Art Research Alliance initiated by Tartax was formally established stand up.

Therefore, Sinister, unlike its name, is not an organization built for evil purposes, it is just an alliance of explorers, with the main purpose of exploring unknown magic fields-especially black magic-, and in the three With consent, part of the results will be released to the public to benefit the magic world.

Of course, the achievements made public are pitifully small, and they are basically circulated secretly in the form of commodities in this shop also named Sinister, and the scope of circulation is almost all in the circle of nobles.

Although the three of us did not stay together for a long time in the later stage, but did our own research, we would always gather in the basement of the shop at a certain time every year to discuss...

"Ah——Slytherin!" The exclaimed voice of the young man named Giles brought me back to my thoughts, and it was really shocking to make such a shocked expression with his very similar appearance to Tartax People are not used to it.

"Jill! What are you yelling about?! I don't know I'm researching, do I need to be quiet?!" Before I could speak, an angry young voice came from the basement entrance.

Looking back, the brilliant blond hair was messily tied behind his head, his delicate facial features were cutely wrinkled, his water-blue eyes were burning with raging anger, and the black robe that was convenient for experimental operation bulged out with the movement of sprinting. The sleeves were raised high, and the two tender white arms were almost bruised with the movement of clenched fists.This should be a child of the Krell family who has not yet graduated. It doesn't look like Diffie Cohen, and it probably won't be Hufflepuff.

"Hey! Terry! This gentleman said he is the Slytherin of the Westius trio! The mysterious family of the Westius trio turned out to be Slytherins!" Giles did not take into account the boy's anger , hastily expressed to him his surprise at what he had just heard.

"What?!" The boy called Terry stopped in a hurry, his water blue eyes widened, staring at me closely, full of curiosity and surprise.

"Yes, dear little sir, you should be from the Krell family, right?"

"Yes, I'm Tyrese Xem Krell," the boy saluted aristocratically, but he continued to ask like a curious baby, "Are you really the Slytherin family?" People? Is the mysterious family in the Weihusi trio really Slytherin? Could it be the founder of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin?!"

"That man was indeed a Slytherin, but not Salazar Slytherin."

"Eh?! Doesn't that mean there's no answer—" The boy pouted at me with an aggrieved face, looking cute.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this time, there were three moderate knocks on the door, reserved and polite, typical noble etiquette.