salazar not slytherin

It's like getting the Academy Cup ahead of time!

Pansy was even less interested: "With our greatest white wizard as the headmaster, and the savior in Gryffindor, it would be hell if Slytherin could still win the House Cup. So what if the score is increased? Last year the headmaster But I added nearly [-] points to Gryffindor, and it would not be a problem to find another reason to add another [-] or [-] points this year."

"Be patient, it's too late this year, next year... next year at the latest, everything will depend on strength." Salazar's hand holding the railing was slightly stronger, and a crisp "click" sound suddenly sounded.He shrugged regretfully, touched it with his right hand, and whispered: "It's back to normal."

On the court, Harry Potter, who had just been hit, suddenly rushed towards Drake, causing loud exclamations from the audience.Malicious collision?Salazar pouted, and then saw the golden snitch flying beside Draco.

"Playing hard." He muttered depressingly.

In the rain, Draco watched Harry Potter flying towards him in a daze, backed away unconsciously, and said, "Why are you—"

Harry held out his hand.In an instant, Draco finally understood. He rushed forward, dropped his broomstick, grabbed the golden snitch with one hand, threw Harry Potter onto his broomstick with the other hand, and staggered to the ground. hang below.

Salazar jumped to his feet—the Bludger was aiming at the broom now!

If the Golden Snitch is caught, the game is over, and the protection on the court has been removed.Salazar quickly raised his hand, pointed to the field, and the magic spell lighted up on his tail ring, and he yelled, "Draco, jump down!"

There was a smile in the eyes under the platinum hair, Draco simply let go of his hand, fell straight down, slowed down not far from the ground, and finally stood firmly on the ground.

Almost immediately, Harry raised his broom, and the Bludger swished past him.

The game is over.

The author has something to say: yesterday's chapter was put into the manuscript box very early, and I wanted to change it at night, but I didn't change it from six o'clock to ten o'clock.But I didn't scan the differences too much, just a few typos and a few sentences, I put the revised version here, and I can read it if I want to read it, and it doesn't affect the later if I don't want to read it.

Salazar felt a great challenge to his heart.

At this moment, he was standing in an abandoned, empty classroom, looking at the giant snake that was wronged and spitting out his words, and he always had the urge to hit the wall.

"Hiss, Thrall, villain!" The giant snake looked at Salazar with eyes full of tears, its big yellow eyes wide open. But, "Bad guy!"

Dangerous creature... what dangerous creature, just this stupid snake?Thinking of the things he has been busy with recently, Salazar couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

It is now very clear that it is the snake letter spit out by this stupid snake, which he uses as poisonous tentacles to extract juice-look at the tip of its tongue with messy bandages and the highly poisonous saliva dripping all the way!

"You said your name is Alfred, and you have been in Hogwarts for thousands of years?" Salazar stared at Hogwarts with an ugly expression as he carefully untied the rotten bandage on the snake letter that had been stained with a few drops of saliva. Looking at the wound directly pierced by the snake letter, he slowly stroked it up with his fingers, gradually withdrawing the magic power that accidentally stuck to it.

It was inconvenient for the basilisk to speak with its tongue sticking out, so it could only nod its head gently, and ensured that it would not hinder Salazar's movements.

"I never heard that there is a thousand-year-old basilisk in Hogwarts that even adult wizards can't resist. Those wizards can safely put the precious cubs in your mouth?" Salazar was really puzzled, and Ya When Alfred heard his words, his reaction was extremely intense.

"Sal, you can't do this! You left me behind when you left, it's not that I didn't want to leave!" Alfred pulled the letter back abruptly, swimming on the ground anxiously, even the scarlet pinch above his head The crested hairs of different colors stand on end: "Is it easy for me? After you left, they didn't take me to play... Just last time, the last time someone came to me, it was also a Parseltongue, so I came out to reveal it." Breathe."

The basilisk's yellow eyes flickered with uneasiness.

"What happened?" Salazar asked angrily, and then the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth froze.what happened to him?Facing a strange existence that was at least half-holy, not only did he not secretly guard against it, but he chatted with it familiarly!

"You saw it too, it's that ghost just now." Alfred was almost crying out of frustration, "I really didn't mean it, who knew she happened to be outside? Thrall, close the eyes of death!" Come on, I want to find those little guys to play with!"

Although thousands of years old, but still a child.For some reason, Salazar thought of those giant dragons, each of which was tens of thousands of years old, and their temperament may not be much higher than that of short-lived humans, otherwise there would not be so many dragon slaying warriors.In fact, it's easy to understand, they don't need to practice, as long as they sleep, their strength will gradually increase, and it would be good if they are really awake for one-tenth or even one-hundredth of the time.And in this one-tenth of the time, the efficiency of doing things is only one-tenth of that of human beings.

Calculated in this way, Mr. Basilisk is probably still a ten-year-old doll, right?

Seeing that it was too late for dinner, Salazar stretched out his hand, Alfred's eyes lit up, and he quickly shrank his body and climbed up.

"Sal, where do you want to go?" The basilisk slowly climbed up Salazar's arm, and finally stopped at the neckline, stuck its head out from there, and asked hissingly, "Would you like to visit me? Everyone Now, and the things you didn't have time to take away, I put them away, and I definitely didn't let that stupid lion interfere!"

Salazar froze for a moment, then said, "Guide the way."

Salazar remained silent for the rest of the time.Malfoy who has a contractual relationship, the basilisk who knows him, the existence of the same name thousands of years ago, and his age that just coincides... Could it be that he is really that Salazar Slytherin?But how did he appear in Geyaf Continent?

Unanswered one by one, he silently walked deep into the castle following the guidance of the basilisk, and finally came to a sculpture half hidden behind a tapestry.The sculpture is a very serious man, standing there upright, with a pair of short daggers tied with green ribbons on his arms.

"I'm back, and Thrall is back!" Alfred hissed cheerfully.

The moment the voice sounded, the sculpture suddenly opened its eyes, looked at the man and the snake in front of it, and slowly bowed down: "Welcome back, Your Highness, everyone is waiting for you."

After finishing speaking, he carefully took off the tapestry, revealing the beautifully carved door behind, and opened it respectfully.There are many snake-shaped patterns on the door, some are bright, some are dim, and the most recognizable one is the basilisk in the middle, which is completely portrayed in the shape of Alfred. There is a concealed ignoring spell attached to it, which makes people ignore it unconsciously—at least it cannot be seen through if it is not as powerful as Alfred.

Salazar nodded, and kept stepping on the dark corridor behind the door, but his eyes were always fixed on the feminine man, watching him smile slightly, the look in his eyes completely disappeared.

As a soul saint who has just determined his future path, he knows very well that there is no soul in the sculpture, but a person's deepest obsession.With such an obsession, even if the owner of the obsession is reincarnated, he will unconsciously miss something, but has no interest in the current life.That is to say, if that person was a friend of Salazar Slytherin thousands of years ago, and he has lived through a thousand years of boring life, it is not surprising that the soul becomes a stagnant pool.Only when the obsession is achieved and dissipated, can his reincarnation truly get rid of the previous life and start the next life.And if that obsession is destroyed by accident...the reincarnated person will have no future.

And his obsession is himself?

Salazar only felt a tightness in his chest, and he hesitated unconsciously.If, if the so-called "everyone" is like this...

"Who is that?"

"Erro, Erro Black, our enforcer of Slytherin, you said it yourself!" Alfred raised his tail proudly, and tapped Salazar's earlobe, "Forever pure Blake!"

Black?Thinking about the noble genealogy he had read, Salazar clenched his fists: "It seems that the main branch of Black has been broken?"

"Who knows, I haven't gone out to see it." Alfred said indifferently, "Erro doesn't care, why do I bother with them? Sal, don't get entangled, Pine still said , it is enough for his own people to have them, and he doesn't want to have a few more juniors competing for favor."

"Pyne?"

"Pine? Suniga. Don't think about it, he has no descendants, just say Sal, you can remember him as a Suniga." Alfred stuck out his tongue, but the respect in his eyes was not fake.

In a few words, the tunnel has come to an end.Cautiously taking the last step, Salazar stared blankly at the room that was exactly the same as the Slytherin lounge, and unconsciously held his breath.

A young man with platinum hair is sitting in front of the fireplace, with his hands on his knees and his back straight; a blond woman is smiling gracefully, holding a plate of baked biscuits that has been stopped in time; There are weird lines on the body, obviously there is a blood problem; in the open space, a pair of red-haired twins smile brightly, and the magic lines carved on the arms can't stop releasing dazzling fireworks.

Armchairs were lined up against the wall, and on each chair sat an old sculpture that had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" the platinum-haired young man asked hoarsely.

Salazar stood there stiffly, and the news from the contract told him that the kinship contract with Malfoy was tied to the young man in front of him.

"I'm fine, how about you?" As soon as the words came out, Salazar was startled, as if he was about to cry.

The young man didn't answer, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was about to laugh, but he froze there, motionless.

"Malfoy has always been greedy." Alfred swam slowly to the ground.

Salazar stood there quietly, as if he had also turned into a sculpture, with Alfred coiled at his feet, and only the fireworks on the arms of the twin sculptures were still alive in the room.

After a long time, Salazar walked over silently, and moved the Malfoy and the chair he was sitting on to the wall side by side with other old sculptures.Next, the blond woman, the interracial couple, the twins, and the serious man at the door all quickly had their place.

After finishing all this, Salazar hesitantly touched the wall: "Hogwarts? Seal this room."

The wall trembled slightly, and more than a dozen familiar magic power chains extended from all directions.Salazar retreated step by step until he retreated outside the door, and a chain protruded from his feet, completely linking the defense of the room with the main defense of Hogwarts.

From now on, unless the defenses of Hogwarts were destroyed first, even Salazar himself would not be able to approach that room.

"Sal, do you want to see your previous collection? I put it in my place." After a moment of silence, Alfred wrapped his arms around Salazar's ankle and asked in a low voice.

"No, in the future." Salazar said in a low voice.

☆, Salazar ready to fight

The day after the Quidditch match, Salazar picked up the dying Alfred at the corner of the stairs not far from the medical wing.

"Oh, that bastard, he dared to cast a curse on me!" The basilisk, which had received initial treatment, regained some vitality and yelled indignantly, "He dared—how dare he dare! He simply didn't want to die!"

"But now, the one who is about to die is you." Salazar picked up the tip of Alfred's tail and threw it into his sleeve.

"No, Salazar, you can't do this..." Alfred cried out in pain, "I'm a wounded patient!"

"Don't think that you don't know, the basilisk has a very strong vitality. Tell me, how did you appear here? I heard that someone was petrified last night?" Salazar folded his hands and kept rubbing the snake with his fingertips. The cold scales on his body felt pretty good to the touch.

Alfred was tightly wrapped around Salazar's wrist, full of displeasure: "It's the Imperius Curse... I thought I could bounce it off, but who knew that madman didn't use magic to cast the curse, and if he didn't Be careful and you will be tricked. That’s right, I did the petrification, so no one died this time, right?”

"Who is that lunatic?" Salazar had just started to ask something, and suddenly realized something, "The eyes of death can't be weakened, they can only be counteracted...you took on the remaining power?"

Alfred burrowed deep into his sleeve and remained silent.

Salazar was also reluctant to pull it out again, so he could only let it stay inside.Seeing that it was almost time for class, Salazar turned the corner and was about to go to the classroom.

The petrification incident happened again, and the students of Hogwarts were completely panicked. Rumors were flying everywhere, as if everyone might be the heir.Among them, Salazar is the most believer in the heir. After all, when the second petrification incident happened, Harry was treating his unlucky arm in the medical wing.

Amulets, amulets, and all gadgets that can protect oneself swept the whole school, and everyone was panicked, except for Slytherin.Now they were huddled around a little toy bed, spread the softest handkerchiefs on it, and watched Alfred writhe himself in a dance.

"This is definitely the cutest pet!" Pansy raised her hand swearing.

Salazar sat on the side with a smile, watching them tease each other, and the messy mood finally calmed down.

Yes, he was Salazar Slytherin, at least reincarnated, no doubt, those obsessions are the strongest proof.Although there is no memory belonging to Salazar Slytherin, but now, he is willing to shelter these little snakes.Besides that, he had to focus on... Voldemort, the so-called descendant of Slytherin.

Of course, this is a fake name. After all, no neurotic parent would name his child "Flying away from death", and this would interfere with other people's confirmation of his identity.

Salazar didn't care about this. After all, with what happened at the end of last semester, he was almost certain that the so-called You-Know-Who was indeed his descendant—at least the descendant of Slytherin.If not, he would not have taken action to protect that remnant soul, let alone mistakenly thought that he had been hypnotized.

From this point of view, the descendants of Slytherin had a miserable life, losing their bodies and even having mental problems.

The guy who doesn't live up to expectations, or Malfoy is more considerate.Watching Draco snuggle up, Salazar chuckled, reached out and rubbed his fluffy hair vigorously, in exchange for Draco quickly covering his head and screaming, the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter.

In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall began to sort out the list of students staying in school, and was surprised to find that most of the Slytherins had signed the list.This is of course Salazar's handwriting - he is usually busy enough, and during the two weeks of vacation, he must at least fill up the magic foundation of the Gejaf Continent for the little snakes, so that they don't always have to take The most basic problems are tossing in the library.

For this reason, he was holding his notes, trying to express the simpler contents in a way that wizards could easily understand.Magic is okay, they are all fixed spells, and the principles are the same; the magic circle is not difficult, after all, there are also such things as "magic patterns" here; not to mention alchemy, the principle of equivalent exchange can be used anywhere Until... In the end, the most troublesome thing is the mutual transformation between potions and potions.

Alchemy potions focus on combat. Who can drink a bottle of potion after seeing a cold?Potions, on the other hand, focused more on life, and those potions that aided in combat were made by masters with countless painstaking efforts.But to say that potions are not as good as potions?If the existence of Blessing Elixir that directly interferes with the fate line becomes an alchemy potion, the price paid in the equivalent exchange may not even be able to bear by an ordinary god.

This is only a contradiction in effect, and the production of the two potions is also very different.Refining alchemy potions will usually add enough magic elements to achieve its desired effect, and it is not necessary to add magic crystals (that is, magic cores) when brewing potions. OK.

This is an almost qualitative difference, not an easy task to explain.In recent days, when I happened to meet Professor Snape on the road, the green light in Salazar's eyes made the poor Dean tense up.

Another potion class, what they were going to brew was swelling potion, a potion that was often used for pranks, and it was not too difficult.Salazar stirred his cauldron, glanced at the little snakes around him from time to time, sure that even the most clumsy Goyle and Crabbe could handle this potion, and once again couldn't help but look longingly at Professor Snape.

The professor in the black robe immediately straightened his body, froze for half a second, and quickly walked to the other half of Gryffindor, even ignoring Harry Potter who had just finished training halfway.

Really, why are you running so fast?Salazar lowered his head in "grievance", put the stirring rod aside, and casually took out a few dead leaves from the ingredient tank, carefully distinguishing the magic power in it.All of a sudden, something covered his head and face, Salazar waved his hand almost reflexively, and all the Slytherins were blocked by the rebound magic—it must be the habit of sober snakes sitting together!

Slytherins are protected, and the unlucky ones become Gryffindors.Some people's faces were swollen and deformed; some people were poured on their bodies, and they turned into bloated monsters; some people only got a little bit, such as their fingers, and they became like carrots, pointing at Salazar tremblingly.

For a moment, the classroom was filled with screams. Even though Snape tried his best to calm them down, some little lions thought that the Potions Professor was finally planning to do something to them, and some even ran away in a panic.

"Quiet, quiet!" Snape snarled angrily, "Everyone who gets splashed comes to me for anti-inflammatory medicine! When I find out who did it..."

"Who else but evil Slytherin?"

Someone in the lions complained in a low voice, Salazar was slightly startled, his eyes swept over all the Gryffindor faces, keenly caught the unnatural expression on the face of the savior and the unscathed condition of the genius little witch of Gryffindor .

When everyone drank the antidote and the messy lumps subsided, Snape stood solemnly in front of Goyle's cauldron, took a large spoon, and fished out a long black lump from it, and he liked it immediately The lively little lion recognized that it was the ashes of the Filipah fireworks.

"Obviously, this is a set-up." He glanced coldly at the lion cub who had identified Slytherin before, and said in a low voice, "I will always find out, he should pay the price, maybe expulsion?"

Not long after, it was time for get out of class to end, and the Gryffindors, who had been sprayed tremblingly by the King Snake's venom, ran out as if fleeing for their lives, and Slytherin followed behind with a smile. Not long after, there were only two people left in the classroom.

Salazar deftly dropped countless cleanups, and assisted Snape in distributing the containers that were inconvenient to handle with magic and the useless potion ingredients to their proper positions. He smiled like a fox: "It is said that the dean is The most powerful potions master in Britain right now? It just so happens that I have some old notes here, I wonder if the dean can deal with them? I mean, convert them into a way that others can understand."

Mentioning the potion, Professor Snape immediately came to his senses: "Take it out!"

A week later, the first few pages of paraphrase were owled to Salazar.He was about to rush back to the dormitory to transcribe, but when he passed through the hall, he saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading a piece of parchment that had just been nailed.Given that the people around were mainly Gryffindors, Salazar just took a look at it from a distance and walked towards the lounge. The little snakes were still very well informed, so why should he be crowded with those rude guys? Woolen cloth?

Sure enough, as he expected, the first time he entered the lounge, Drake gossiped as quickly as possible: "They are going to open a duel club, tonight is the first meeting, and the dean is an assistant!"

A duel... It seems to be not bad, but the fighting ability of today's children is too poor.

"Where are the people in the organization?"

Pansy answered with a dreamy face: "It's Professor Lockhart!"

The author has something to say: I always feel that Harry has done a little too much here. Usually they quarrel and can be said to be conflicts between children. This kind of behavior is similar to tearing up other people's homework. It doesn't match Harry... Maybe little D Did something similar?The author has no impression...