salazar not slytherin

Title: Salazar Who Was Not a Slytherin

Author: Yuechen Shaying

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This Salazar was an orphan, and there was no such thing as a last name.

Of course, he's done well. From an orphan to a great mage with his own mage tower, he's almost a conferred god by now, and the slightest deficiency doesn't matter at all.

Then, he hung up.

Salazar who died was at a loss.It just occurred to him that he hadn't even seen a relative, and he was going to use the sacrifice to find one for fun. Why did he even sacrifice himself?The sacrifices are obviously those slaves in the magic circle!

Really? The lone star? Salazar was confused.

Well, well, it's not considered dead, it's just a different world.

wait, what is that?Relatives?Could it be that he didn't make it clear at the beginning that he only wanted one family member, or that he just wanted to see something special?Forget it, don't expect him to spit out what you have already got.

N years later, Salazar burst into tears: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ah, there is another eight, how can one be more worry-free than one?

1v1, CP is tentatively determined to be Godric Gryffindor

Content tags: HP strong through time and space

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☆, Salazar in a different world

Salazar struggled to open his eyes, feeling sore and sore all over, wondering whether he had just completed a transaction or was chased by a giant dragon across half the continent.

His eyes gradually focused on the strange sky, and he blinked in confusion, wondering when the sky turned gray-blue, and was stimulated by the sharp voice close at hand to sit up suddenly.

Only then did he realize that he was sitting on a simple wooden bench next to a flat avenue similar to Bing Road, and the quality was even much better.There are flower beds and benches on both sides of the road, and there are tall buildings outside, which are not inferior to my own mage tower - of course, it is only the height, and the building without even the slightest fluctuation of magic power is only worth it commended.

What attracted Salazar's attention even more was the alchemy machinery running on the road.The hand of a dwarf?Or goblins?No, no, without magic fluctuations, how can you run so fast?If it weren't for his unclear situation, he would have rushed to start researching it - don't underestimate a mage's obsession with strange things.

After staring helplessly for a while, he finally gave up exploring the surrounding environment and began to study his own problems.Maybe, maybe, maybe... the problem is more serious?

Salazar stared at his tiny palm, wanting to cry.He doesn't remember his exact age, but for the convenience of research, he fixed his body at the age of 24. How did the hands of such a six-year-old child emerge?

And the magic power in the body has also been weakened by more than half, leaving only about 30.00%.

The most important thing is the soul, which seems to have been severely injured, and the spiritual power that has been cultivated through hard work has almost collapsed, which is the amount of an ordinary person.Fortunately, the quality is still what he should be.

Shocked enough by the reality, Salazar got off the bench holding his breath, and walked along the street like other pedestrians.After taking two steps, he paused, lowered his head, and straightened the corner of his clothes.The clothes he refines for himself can change with the change of will, and there is no saying that they don't fit. Most of the magic circles added by simply drawing a few strokes have lost their effect.

After tidying up his clothes, he calmly walked towards the more secluded end of the long street, taking every step cautiously.Obviously, this place is different from the human country on the continent of Geyaffre, but more like the metal city of goblins. It is not a simple place.

Salazar's original intention was to find a place where no one was around to try his magic and auxiliary space, but in a big city, there is only one place that is truly remote and unnoticed even if there is any disturbance-the slums.And at present, he is just a boy of at most ten years old, with gorgeous clothes, in the eyes of those gangsters, he is simply a piece of fat sent to his lips.

So, a quarter of an hour later, he was blocked in an alley by two young men in a hurry.

"Take out your wallet, don't let us do it, huh? There are no monitors here, and one or two deaths are nothing."

Although I can't understand what the young people are saying, I can still judge some messages from their actions.Salazar curled his lips in disdain, and whispered in the common language of the mainland: "Sure enough, no matter where, there are scum."

The two young people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: "So it's a foreigner, that's even better."

Before they could make a move, Salazar's small body suddenly disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he reappeared between the two youths, and leaped into the air with their shoulders on their shoulders.

"You—" the two young men turned around in astonishment, and immediately became immobile.

Salazar sneered, holding a crystal clear ice pick in one hand and pressing it against the young man's forehead.Using this as a guide, pure spiritual power was poured directly into the brains of the two young people, flipping through their memories without any scruples.

Earth, Europe, England, London...pure technology?Obviously there are magic elements... Forget it, this... science seems quite interesting.

Let go of the hand, and the small body fell silently. Salazar snorted softly, and the two youths fell to the ground one after another. The souls in the intact bodies were already shattered.Salazar unceremoniously grabbed their wallets, pressed their heads that were swollen with pain from the huge memories, turned around and left.

In a strange place, the first thing to do is to blend in and never be treated as a different kind. This is the experience he gained when he was wandering around as an orphan.As for the language problem, with these two memories, it will not trouble him.Following the rules here, Salazar managed to reach the police station in an orderly manner—for the two young men, this place was quite familiar.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Xiao, what's the matter?" The female police officer with neat short hair squatted down with a smile, looking at the timid black-haired boy in front of her.

"Sorry, I, I mean, I can't find my family." Cowardly clutching the hem of his clothes, Salazar tried his best to look more bewildered, his dark eyes wide open.He is very good at taking advantage of his own advantages. His outstanding appearance has caused him a lot of trouble, but generally speaking, he has more benefits.

At least for now, the police lady who is full of motherhood has hugged him tightly and rubbed him fiercely: "Don't worry, we will help you, cutie..."

Salazar, who was almost suffocated, started to save himself, and he had to pay attention not to accidentally trigger the magic to throw people out, and it took a lot of effort to calm down.Holding the milk tea stuffed into his hand by Miss Police Officer, he stayed in the police station obediently, just waiting for when he would be sent to the orphanage, and when he was free, he would not forget to use his mental power to relieve the pain caused by unfamiliar memories. aching brain.

However, what happened next was a bit unexpected.You know, in order to ensure that no one would take him home, he also specifically told the police officer that he came out with his uncle—the relationship was close enough for his parents to rest assured, but he couldn’t describe the appearance of his aunt and uncle because they didn’t see each other often— Who can criticize a child less than ten years old?

It was in the evening, and the police officers and ladies were already thinking about where to go for recreation after get off work, when a phone call came suddenly.Salazar was far away, but that didn't stop him from playing a little trick to gain a little hearing for himself.

"Well, yes, a black-haired boy... not more than 11 years old, very small? Oh, I thought he was [-] years old. So, live on Privet Drive right? I'll ask , you might as well ask that family to wait a little longer. Don’t think too much about it, how could it be wrong? How could it be such a coincidence?” Miss Police Officer hung up the phone excitedly, and ran in from the outside, “Searle, there’s news, You live on Privet Drive, right?"

Salazar returned with a confused expression.

"Well, you don't know. In this case, I'll take you to have a look first, it should be right." The hot-tempered police officer almost held Salazar under her arm, led the people into the car in a hurry, and drove out neatly. to the police station.Salazar looked expectantly at the tall buildings passing by outside the window, secretly worried.Is it a coincidence, or did I accidentally take someone else's body?No way, this body is obviously the same as when I was a child, and the clothes are also there, so there really are "aunts and uncles"?

In about 10 minutes, with a sudden brake, Salazar was shaken and almost fell to the front.Before he could stabilize, a rude and arrogant voice sounded in his ear.

"You, you little bastard, how dare you run so far from the zoo! Today I must teach you a lesson!"

It was a bearded man who looked very stupid. He strode towards aggressively, pulled open the door on Salazar's side, and stared fiercely inside.But then he was stunned, followed by a sharp yell from a blonde woman: "Vernon, hurry up! Take Harry back first! Dada is going to starve."

The bearded man grunted twice and moved his feet uneasily. Salazar guessed that he regarded himself as the child of some important person.Is it because of the clothes?The style changed this time is very delicate, and with the material woven from the silk thread of the polar cold silkworm, it is enough to bluff even without magic.

"Uh. This..."

Straightening up a little, Salazar turned his head and looked at the police lady with a strange expression: "Sorry, it's not them. Besides, my name is Salazar."

Before she had time to get out of the car, the police officer smiled awkwardly, and looked at her colleague who was following the bearded man: "It seems that I made a mistake, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

"No?" The middle-aged police officer also sighed very regretfully.When he received the family of three just now, he listened halfway, and immediately thought of the message he received at noon.Same black hair, same looking less than ten years old, same lost time.I thought there would be no mistakes, but I didn't know that even the most basic name didn't match, if I knew it, I wouldn't have to make this trip.

"It's getting late, I have to go back as soon as possible, you should work harder, don't make people too anxious." Miss Police Officer said something that she didn't quite believe, and rolled up the window.She also heard what the two said just now, and their attitude was so bad that she almost vomited blood.There are such people in the world?That's their nephew!

Losing interest, Salazar leaned lazily on the seat, poking the glass of the car window one by one.The police car drove out slowly, and when he was waiting for the traffic lights, he suddenly stiffened.

This feeling is magic?

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☆, Salazar who just came into contact with the wizarding world

The mental power spread around like flowing water, mapping the nearby scenery into Salazar's mind, not letting go of the breeze blowing hair.After receiving too many messages in an instant, Salazar took a low breath, a little cold sweat faintly breaking out on his forehead.

Even so, he was extremely excited.After thousands of years of practice, he has already regarded magic as a part of his life. If he is the only capable person here, he can only temporarily give up magic to avoid being regarded as a different kind, which is not an ordinary trouble.

It seems that my luck is still good.

The mental power quickly concentrated in one direction, gradually outlining the boy's thin figure.As if he had suffered a lot, he stayed timidly beside a policeman, with messy hair and a pair of worn glasses on the bridge of his nose. His facial features were not bad, but the scar on his forehead spoiled his image.

Wait, that's it?

Sitting up straight suddenly, Salazar almost broke the glass by mistake.how so?Who would walk around with a piece of soul on their forehead?Isn't he afraid of being affected by his sanity?Or is it a custom in this world - to use that thing as a talisman?

That's not right... If it is an amulet, it is usually left by the elders of the family before their death. The only thought is to protect the family blood. Why is this full of malice?

Salazar didn't follow, even though he was terribly curious.Before the little ability user completely left his sight, he secretly threw the positioning magic over, thought for a while, and then added a monitoring spell, and the captured image was directly projected into the left pupil.

Allocating a little energy to deal with Miss Police Officer, he paid more attention to that pitiful little ability user.

The magic conveyed the scene over there completely, even if there is no sound, it is enough.A child with the talent of a person with legal abilities, lost his parents, was abused by his relatives, scolded as a little monster, and had domestic violence...

Wait, little monster?What is wrong with scolding? Do you have to scold this sentence?

Realizing something, Salazar gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last bit of mental power, firmly bound the magic power in his body, and completely concealed it.

From the looks of it, the living conditions of the ability users in this world are very bad.

Jie Qian was completely unaware of the changes in the little boy beside her, and just brought him back to the police station, where she was worried again.It seemed that the child's family could not be found today, and he would be leaving get off work soon, so could he just throw little Salazar in the police station?The policeman on the night shift today is Serende, that rough guy can't take care of children.

While she was struggling, Salazar was having a splitting headache.On the one hand, the legal system capable users in this world are so weird that people can't bear to look directly at them; on the other hand, the already severely damaged mental power has completely gone berserk under his excessive exploitation.

Is it really easy to use mental power?The entire Geyaf continent can be played with no more than one hand, okay!Even if he is quite good at this, the consumption of this period of time is enough to wear down a newly promoted god, let alone a demigod like him?Fortunately, this was not the first time something like this had happened. Salazar quickly collected his soul, and with a small part of his mental power still under control, he watched those irascible guys looking for trouble.

And the additional effect of this move is that he "falls asleep".

The mental power that was out of control completely collapsed, and Salazar suddenly weakened, lazily unable to raise his spirits.In fact, what he needs most now is a deep sleep or meditation, but the unfamiliar environment makes him completely uneasy.

At this moment, he missed the mage tower that he demolished in a fit of anger. Even if this kind of building was easily judged as blasphemy, it was still a safe enough place to live.

Do you want to build a new one?

Forget it, why don't you pay more attention to your own half-plane, maybe when it will be perfected.

Thinking of the demiplane that has been barren for some reason, he silently covered his face.Although it was his own choice, when the other demigods were busy making further progress, it was enough to tinker with mental power paper and pen just because of personal habits.

At the end of the day, things have happened to this point. If there is no unexpected incident, Salazar can only be sent to the orphanage a few days later, and then he will try his best to find an opportunity to step into the circle of capable people, or simply go to the ordinary Human development.It was his luck that he calmed down the mental violence and came out of the consciousness space, just as another lost little ability user was led into the house by Jessie to be his companion.

Still legal.

Glancing at the altitude of this little ability user, he turned his head unhappily—an annoying tall man.It doesn't matter if you are tall, you are the easiest to be a target when you fight, right?

But soon he looked over in surprise, his eyes full of curiosity.This is mixed race?Obviously, human blood occupies an absolute dominant position. Looking at the skin color, it is so dark, it can't be demon blood, right?It's so pitiful, such a domineering bloodline, now there is only such a little bit left.

The chocolate-skinned boy was terrified by Sarah's inspection, and stared at him fiercely. His pair of standard peach blossom eyes made Salazar chuckle endlessly.Could this guy be a succubus?Male succubus?That's a rare breed.

"Muggle, lost?" After all, it was just a child, the boy couldn't help but grabbed the hem of his clothes with nervous hands, "My mother will find her soon, do you believe it or not?"

"Yeah, soon." Salazar responded indifferently.Little guy, don't touch that bracelet of yours again, it's such an obvious alchemy product, do you really think no one can recognize it?

As if annoyed by his tone, the boy snorted angrily, and slowly put his hands behind his back, holding a thin wooden stick.

"Brace!"

The anxious woman suddenly appeared in the room, making the corners of Salazar's mouth twitch.Jessie, who also saw all this, gasped and was about to yell, but the woman pointed at her with a wooden stick: "Looking faint! I've forgotten everything!"

A beam of magic power emitted from the tip of the wooden stick hit Jie Qian straightly, and Jie Qian immediately fell to the ground with confused eyes.

Satisfied, the woman turned around and pointed the stick at Salazar.

"Ma'am, this is not good. I hate people touching my memory."

Whispering in a low voice, Salazar, who was recalled by bad memories, smiled slightly, took two steps, and before the big and small could react, he neatly unloaded the wooden stick that the woman pointed at him.

After flicking twice, Salazar raised his head, with purple swirls appearing faintly in his dark eyes: "Now, do as I say."

It's been a long time since Blaise Zabini has been so aggrieved.He was obviously a child about his own age, yet he dared to use the Imperius Curse as a meal. After the first shot was blocked by the defensive jewelry on his mother, he sent five consecutive shots generously, and it became "" in just one afternoon. A distant relative of Mrs. Zabini", both Muggle and wizarding.

What made him even more frustrated was that from the beginning to the end, that little bastard didn't even look at him, completely ignoring himself.

After coming out of the Ministry of Magic, the three of them quickly sat in the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade. Salazar keenly noticed that the dark-skinned boy—now he knew his name was Blaise—showed some excitement and disdain, and I really hate the layout here.

Rubbing the broken defensive jewelry in his hand, he really didn't want to believe that even the high-ranking ones here only had this level of alchemy products, and they were completely broken after only three mental shocks.You know, the mental power he can use now is at the level of an intermediate magician.

"Ma'am, you've recovered." Salazar whispered after knocking on the table.

In just a moment, Mrs. Zabini came to her senses, pressed her son's shoulders, leaned forward, with a look of vigilance on her face: "Sir, you..."

"What are you talking about, madam? We are relatives, aren't we?" Salazar tilted his head, deliberately putting on a harmless look, "Look, I didn't even put your surname on it, isn't that enough? Whatever the problem, you can completely deny my existence."

Mrs. Zabini relaxed a little, and still maintained a protective attitude towards her son, and said, "So, what are you going to do?"

Salazar couldn't help laughing: "Ma'am, you don't need to use 'you' to me, am I a junior? Don't be nervous, I am not interested in Zabini Manor, maybe you can recommend me a place to live? Of course, it is best to have a a job."

"By the way, I love studying."

Don't want wealth, don't want power, don't want secrets, Salazar thinks it's still easy to talk.But Mrs. Zabini sat for a while with an ugly face, and then reluctantly said: "Ollivander in Diagon Alley owes the Zabini family a favor, maybe I can recommend you to go there, just a letter .”

"Of course, I am very happy." Salazar smiled, watching Mrs. Zabini take out a pen and paper from the bag she was carrying, quickly wrote lines of beautiful cursive characters, and then stopped suddenly.

"your name?"

"Salazar."

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☆, Salazar who settled down

"What's the matter, is there a problem?" Seeing that the expressions of the mother and son were not right, Salazar narrowed his eyes, leaned over, and approached.Realizing that he was not joking, Mrs. Zabini was about to speak, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of shiny turquoise high heels out of the corner of her eye, and had to stop.

"Madam, your flame fascination, and the milk of the two little gentlemen." The bar owner put down the three cups lightly, with a stiff smile on his face, quickly put away the tray and left.

Mrs. Zabini glanced behind her lightly and snorted disdainfully.

"Being excluded to such an extent, is it Zabini or the nobleman?" Salazar asked a question without thinking.

"Rejection? Well, they deserve it too!" Mrs. Zabini frowned in disgust, returning her attention to the name, "Your surname is Slytherin?"

Salazar shook his head calmly, and thoughtfully said: "No, I don't have a last name. Is it Salazar Slytherin? If you guessed right, he is very famous? Maybe I can find this name in many places?"

"Yes, one of the Big Four at Hogwarts, the founder of Slytherin House, and the greatest wizard in the world." Mrs. Zabini said solemnly.Beside him, Blaise's eyes lit up with excitement, and it was obvious that he admired that Salazar Slytherin to the extreme.

"I'm sorry, you should have said it earlier. In fact, I don't mind changing my name temporarily. I usually call me Searle. If I remember correctly, it is your tradition to give children the same name as historical figures?" Salazar's meaning was very clear. ——He was too lazy to change his household registration, so he could only choose to use his full name as little as possible. After all, this kind of statement is still reasonable.

"But no one dares to use the founder's name!" Mrs. Zabini clenched her glass tightly in excitement.

"Just treat it as me being bold."

After collecting the letter of introduction and asking about the route, Salazar politely said goodbye.After he left, Mrs. Zabini almost slumped on the chair. After resting for a while, she sat up straight, dropped the glass, and carefully wiped her hands aside.

"Mother?" Blaise didn't touch his milk at all, looked at his mother worriedly, and called out nervously.

"It's okay, Blaise, be careful in the future and try to build a good relationship."

"Mother?!" Blaise was completely surprised.Have a good relationship?Is this asking him to deliberately make friends?When did he do such a thing!Even if he met the heir of the Malfoy family back then, it was Draco who spoke first, right? !

Ignoring how entangled the two were, Salazar walked into Diagon Alley smoothly, and what he saw along the way was so peaceful that he was helpless.Has the power of the ability user weakened to this extent?

Gathering up his mood, he carefully observed the signs of shops, from bookstores, pet stores to Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world, and soon found his target.On the signboard of the wand shop, the original beautiful gold characters have almost peeled off, and the above content can only be seen faintly, which is about "Ollivander: Excellent wands since 380 BC".Looking at the entire storefront, not to mention the small and dilapidated storefront, the dust on the floor also made Salazar frown.

Pushing the door open, the feeling from his fingertips told Salazar that he pulled a silk thread at the same time, which coincided with the sound of jingling bells coming from the back of the shop.Standing by the door, all he could see was a bench, standing there alone, and other than that, thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes stacked together, almost touching the ceiling.

Could it be that there is a magic wand in it?Salazar suddenly realized this.It has to be said that compared to the mages' wands inlaid with magic cores and infused with various magic-rich liquids, the wands here are shockingly crude.

"Good evening," said a soft voice.

Salazar was taken aback, but managed not to lose his composure.He calmly turned his head back and looked at the old man in front of him: "Is that Mr. Ollivander?"

"Yes, it's me. It's not time to start school yet, what does Mr. Xiao need?"

Salazar blinked, feeling that the old man was very sorry that he didn't scare people: "It's Mrs. Zabini's suggestion, you can call me Searle." Then, he handed out the letter of introduction and stood quietly to the side.

For a while, there was nothing else in the small shop except the faint sound of breathing.

Salazar didn't stand there in a daze either.The magical elements in the small shop are much stronger than those outside, and they flow according to a certain complicated law, keeping the fluctuations emitted from each box within a safe range.If an uninformed person takes it casually, I'm afraid that pulling out a box will trigger a chain explosion, right?Good anti-theft method.

"Searle, right? You can live here until the start of school, just follow me to see it first, don't touch things here." Ollivander seemed easy to talk, but Salazar knew, "Don't Random touch" shows that the other party does not intend to teach themselves.

It's a pity.

Thinking of this, Salazar didn't show the slightest expression of regret: "No need, I will find another place to live. When do I want to come here tomorrow?"

"Not earlier than eight o'clock."

After confirming the time, Salazar walked out without hesitation.

Diagon Alley is bustling and peaceful, but not far away is the most chaotic street in Zabiniv's population. This combination is still very new to Sarah.It just so happens that he is in urgent need of funds now, and it would be a good choice to eat black money all at once, and it can be regarded as his old business.

The boy's figure disappeared unnoticed into the dark street.And in the darker doorway, after a few muffled groans, the smell of blood gradually permeated.

Salazar tried to snatch the invisibility cloak with great interest. A few meters away, two shattered corpses were scattered on the ground. The blood pooled into a lake, and the color gradually darkened.

A few tightly-covered figures approached cautiously. Seeing that Salazar didn't care, they immediately rushed forward like a hungry tiger, and dispersed within a quarter of an hour, exposing the few broken bones and flesh on the ground.

Seeing all this, Salazar looked up sadly at the sky.

If Mrs. Zabini hadn't spoken carefully, he would really have regarded this place as a slum.Are the resources of this world already lacking to such an extent?If you read correctly, those guys chose parts that can be used to assist in casting spells, but the energy contained in human limbs is not worth mentioning compared to Warcraft.

In Geyaf Continent, even necromancers are more willing to use the bones of high-level monsters to refine puppets!

Folding the invisibility cloak and putting it in the bag, he collected all the financial belongings of the two deceased, and started shopping openly.According to Mrs. Zabini, these are all black magic shops, and everyone here bears at least one life on their backs.In this regard, Salazar was noncommittal—in the face of danger, even ordinary people can kill people. Knives, forks, and even sewing needles can be murder weapons.

After walking around, no third person attacked him, and even an old witch holding a dish of cursing nails ran away quickly as soon as she saw him.Salazar knew that his actions at the alley had already been heard by everyone.Curling his lips in boredom, he picked the largest storefront and walked in.

There was no one behind the counter, but a bell hung overhead, which seemed to be the cleanest thing in the shop.Before Salazar could ring the bell, a hunched man appeared behind the counter, quickly brushing back his oily hair: "Little gentleman, it's a great honor to meet you at Borgin-Bock, very much pleasure……"

His eyes rolled and turned, watching Salazar lift a simple mask, and his body became more stooped.

"It's not bad. The defensive magic pattern is very delicately carved, and the even more delicate is the curse circle. Its owner hasn't lived for half a year, right?" Salazar put down the mask with a smile. Salazar finally became interested, and carefully looked at the magic circle on the shelf. Observe carefully, "I said, don't you have anything new? The things that catch your eye are all hundreds of years ago."

"Ah, of course, of course... If the guests are interested, please follow me."

After several hours, Salazar came out of the basement with a satisfied smile.Behind him, Mr. Borgin was weeping, and had to send him out respectfully.

It was late at this time, and Salazar was somewhat tired.Now, he needs a place to live, and of course it can't be too sensational.After looking at several nearby hotels in the shortest possible time, he finally chose the Leaky Cauldron, which is the gateway to the wizarding world and has the most complete defense system.

Correspondingly, in this kind of place where fish and dragons are mixed, if the strength is not enough, it is better to stay far away.

"Sir, one room, let's live in it for half a month."

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☆, Salazar who works in the wand shop

On the first night, Salazar fell asleep in the dark, and when he woke up, he was finally relieved.After waking up, the first thing he had to do was to take out the thief who had been recruited at the door and hand it over to the boss.

In front of all kinds of people in the bar.

It can be seen that the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley is not the same as those outside, otherwise, with his carefree attitude, walking back and forth in Knockturn Alley without even wearing a hood, why would anyone still think that He is too young to be bullied?

After a simple meal, Salazar took two books and went to the wand shop easily.Ollivander was relieved, there was no one in the store outside, and he was busy in the inner room.

When the curtain was opened, a puff of deep purple smoke was in front of him, which made Salazar back again and again in shock.

"What are you in a daze for, come and help!" The usually soft voice was now extremely hoarse.

Salazar crawled into the inner room covering his mouth and nose, and was directed by Ollivander to retreat into a corner, with a few pieces of logs and a sharp knife at his feet.Thinking about the size Ollivander gave just now, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he could only admit that he was unlucky.

This is to allow myself to carve out a general shape first, and I don't even have a fine carving. I just need to break down the log into wood that is twice as thick as a normal wand and slightly longer.

His original intention of coming here to work is to understand the common sense of magic here. How can simple rough work satisfy him?But that's okay, the making of the wand almost touches the core of magic, and it's normal not to let a child who doesn't seem to understand anything touch it, and then just show your strengths.

Salazar was quite familiar with alchemy, and this kind of work of processing raw materials was not slow to do.His hands were busy, but he didn't bother to take a look at the gradually forming wood, and fixed his eyes on Ollivander who was busy not far away.

That... that floc soaked in some kind of liquid, why does it look more and more like the feathers of some kind of bird?

And this, is the tendon, right?If you guess right, it should belong to a lizard-like creature.

The bottle over there is filled with fresh blood, which contains not weak magic power. Even if it can't be compared with the holy rank, it is at least at the level of a high-level magician.

A pair of dark eyes swept away all the treasures in the small inner room, and Salazar couldn't help curling his lips.Is this the collection of the only wand shop in the UK?Also too shabby.Habitually looking through his property, his mental power was in a fog, and he remembered that his things were all piled up in the demiplane, but the demiplane was restricted by the laws of time and space here and couldn’t be opened at all. .

Aggrieved, he quickened the movements of his hands, and he calmed down. It didn't take long for the first log to become five slender pieces of wood.

After all, he didn't know much about this world. Salazar couldn't tell the name of the wood in his hand. He only felt that the magic contained in it was more lively than ordinary wood. If it was made into a magic wand, only the owner's mental power was strong enough so that it wouldn't be affected in reverse. , Become a brat who is keen on getting into trouble.Or, match it with a calmer core?And this kind of pairing will greatly increase the requirements of the wand maker, and the fusion agent must also be advanced.

Salazar analyzed it vigorously.He also saw that the magic elements of the two worlds were different, and there were very few differences in the rules, which had little effect on him who touched the realm of the gods.Seeing Ollivander grab one from the bottle of solution soaked in feathers with tweezers, and began to temper it with magic power, he also leaned forward, and the mental power that had just recovered spread out, carefully perceiving the changes in it .

"Is this a feather with a flame attribute? Are you really afraid that the wand will affect the owner?"

Ollivander didn't want to talk to him at all, and said without looking back, "It's the choice of the wand."