salazar not slytherin

The winding rattan core is used to guide the magic power.

After finishing all this, the breakfast time was not over yet, so he didn't bother to go to the dining room, so he went straight to the classroom with his textbook and his own notes.

Time passed by, and Salazar slipped the notes into the hands of the two boys after waiting for his breakfast.So, after he got two sandwiches and a cup of hot milk, he harvested two young snakes with circles around their eyes.

"Don't understand?" Salazar wiped his hands slowly, with a slightly higher pitch, "Go back and give you a book list, just read it slowly."

Drake didn't lift his chin much anymore, and Blaise wanted to hang on to Salazar directly: "No wonder you were able to chat so happily with Professor Flitwick during the last Charms class."

"In principle...there is always something in common." Salazar took the note, flipped to the place where his train of thought was broken, and quickly sank into it.Perhaps infected by his posture, every student who walked into the classroom found a seat as quickly as possible, and took a quill to write and draw on the book.

The tabby cat squatting on the lectern nodded very humanely, and even smiled.

The first minute of class was simply a farce.The late little savior and his red-haired companion rushed into the classroom, and were severely reprimanded by Professor McGonagall, who turned into a tabby cat.Next, Professor McGonagall was very alarmist, turning the desk into a living pig that could move and scream, completely bluffing all the students.

Salazar could even see that Draco opened his mouth slightly, muttering something.

After officially starting the lecture, Salazar took notes with ease, and did not forget to take care of the two little ones who were close to him.But when he really started to operate, he could no longer care about others.

It's not that he didn't think of the barrier between the two worlds, but for several months, he used his magic well, and it's been such a long time, so he didn't pay much attention to it.Now that he was actually holding the wand, Salazar suddenly realized that he could sense the flow of magic power when others cast the spell, and it was almost an impossible task to drive his own magic power to imitate.

Because he doesn't belong here.

Salazar was thoroughly depressed.

With exactly the same movements and pronunciation, others can stimulate the unformed magic power in the body to circulate and release magic, but his body is so calm that there is no ripple.In other words, isn't the stability of the magic power cycle an advantage?When absorbing the magic power in the air, you can absorb more magic elements at the same time without being afraid of being disrupted...

Taking a deep breath, he sank his consciousness into his body, and actively controlled a ray of magic power to lead to the magic wand in his right hand as the professor did, little by little, approaching, approaching... His eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly pulled Delaware behind him, holding The right hand holding the wand exploded directly.

Professor McGonagall accidentally turns a match into a rapier.

"Stop practicing together! Read the book first, and I'll send Sa... Seer to the medical wing."

Patting Draco on the shoulder comfortingly, Salazar obediently followed the dark-faced Professor McGonagall out of the classroom.As soon as the front foot left here, there was a commotion in the classroom on the back foot.

"Ha, poor viper." The red-haired companion of the savior laughed gloatingly.

It was rare for Draco to not choke. He was lowering his head blankly, staring at the ground and the large area of ​​bright red on the table, smelling the pungent smell of blood, his face was so pale that he almost fainted to the ground.It was the first time he came into close contact with these things. He only felt that the place on his arm that Salazar had grabbed was burning hot, and he couldn't take his eyes off the table and chair that had been blown to pieces.

"Is it because of the wand?" Blaise didn't dare to touch the broken wand thrown on the table by Salazar, and carefully observed it half a foot away.Several other Slytherin students moved silently, separating the Gryffindor students from Salazar's position.

Whether it's because of the wand or something else, it has to be checked by an authoritative person before reassurance.After all, that was His Highness whom the Sorting Hat personally acknowledged.

Lord Slytherin...

I have to say that the words of the Sorting Hat have made a lot of little snakes.Is this the honorific title of "Slytherin" plus "Your Highness" in the branch house, or is it a complete title?The little snakes rationally think that they are the first ones, but they always hold subtle hopes in their hearts.What if it was really His Royal Highness Slytherin from thousands of years ago?

The tension in the classroom does not affect the medical wing at all.

As Queen of the Medical Wing, Madam Pomfrey's authority cannot be questioned.She pronounced Salazar's name without any pause, and pressed him directly on the hospital bed.

The topical ointment came quickly, the potion poured in was a moment late, as he had to consider the spell that had caused the injury.

"McGonagall, what happened? If you weren't here, I thought it was an injury caused by potions class—no, not even potions class!" Madam Pomfrey Almost got blown up.

"It's just the easiest way to turn matches into needles!" Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, was also puzzled.

The two ladies were busy in the pharmaceutical room, but Salazar on the hospital bed outside ushered in an unexpected guest.A few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came out hurriedly with a bottle of potion, approached the hospital bed, but backed away in shock, and directly put it on another hospital bed.

"What did you do again? The magic core is about to burst!"

The author has something to say: the collection is almost 4000...and some relatives have asked, would it be better to try double tomorrow?Maybe a double update or a chapter with [-]+, are you happy?

☆, Salazar who suppressed strongly

Salazar never realized that the difference between wizards and wizards is not just magical, they are not the same species at all!

It's not that I haven't read rumors about a certain family having some kind of magical creature blood in the book. He just regarded it as a rumor thrown out by those nobles in order to increase their status, as if every country has a founder who successfully conferred gods, Although no matter which country fell, no god stood up to protect his descendants.

Therefore, Salazar, who did not believe that wizards have the blood of magical creatures from the bottom of his heart, almost collapsed and discovered that all wizards have magic cores!

Magic core!

At the very least, only mid-level monsters can have it, and the asking price at the auction is at least hundreds of gold coins, and it can speed up the cultivation of ability users. It has always been the magic core that alchemists love, and wizards also have it!

For some reason, Salazar thought of the bones for sale in the black shops in Knockturn Alley. From this point of view, they were just selling some flesh and bones of monsters... What is this?Wizards are at least much stronger than orcs!Who has ever seen a normal magician use the body of an orc to assist in casting spells!

When his brain was in chaos, Salazar didn't forget to check his magic core that was thought to be "going to crack"—ah no, it was "already cracked".Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't a magic core, it was a half godhead that was automatically formed when he touched the edge of the law.

So Salazar began to worry again.Which demigod has encountered a situation where the godhead is broken?It's not that he was seriously injured, and it just broke up for no reason, is it really okay?Crouching on the bed in the medical wing, he twisted the ointment on his right arm thoughtfully, not showing it on his face, he had studied the ointment thoroughly with the fastest speed.

That's not the problem, and he doesn't think there is any medicine that can destroy a demigod so quickly.And compared to suspecting the one who came in just now, he is more inclined to the law of this place and finally intends to destroy himself, the alien.

But he still wants to live well.

For some reason, the potion had little effect on Salazar, and he had to deal with the injury in his own way, at the cost of lying in the hospital wing for a few days, and having to hang his arm for a whole week afterwards .Seeing that there was something wrong with his magic core, Madam Pomfrey seriously proposed to go to St. Munk to check it carefully, but after Salazar waved his hand and released a few simple tricks, he calmly rejected it.

"It's okay, it's an old problem. Ma'am, please ask the principal for a leave of absence. I'm afraid I won't be able to attend classes normally in the recent period." Stretching his wrist, Salazar smiled politely, and turned around accompanied by Drake leave.

"Searle, are you really okay?" Little Platinum's face looked very bad.

"I'm fine, what about you, what happened?"

Draco turned his head angrily: "You missed our first potions class!"

When mentioning the potion, Salazar was completely unwilling to talk about it. Seeing this, Drake quickly found a new topic: "We will have flying lessons next Thursday, you need to get better soon, Otherwise, Mrs. Hooch would never let you try it."

"It's really inconvenient to lose an arm, but I won't take a class these days, so don't worry about it." It's lunch time, and the two of them will occasionally pass by one or two on their way to the restaurant Students, their eyes are not friendly.Salazar didn't care, but Draco put on a straight face, staring fiercely at a Gryffindor who didn't know what to do.

That should be a senior, maybe he suffered from Slytherin's hands, staring at Salazar with a sneer, muttering something to his companions.

Squib?Hearing a familiar term, Salazar blinked and realized that in the eyes of outsiders, he had degenerated from a suspect of Salazar Slytherin to a squib who had no spellcasting ability and was inferior to Muggles.Perhaps it was because of this that Blaise, who was always sticking to him tightly, did not appear in the medical wing to accompany him to leave like Drake.

Well, Draco...

Turning his head was the shiny short platinum blonde hair, and then met those fierce gray-blue eyes, Salazar suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand, and ruthlessly rubbed Draco's neatly combed hair.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Draco almost jumped up, his eyes widened accusingly, and Salazar laughed unscrupulously again.

That's all, no matter if it's speculation or what, since it's pleasing to the eye, it's one of your own.Thinking of this, he took the initiative to put his hand on Draco's shoulder, and dragged him into the restaurant.

The two appeared in the restaurant, and the four long tables were silent at the same time.

What's going on here?At a glance, Salazar immediately understood.In the first grade, Blaise took the second seat, with an empty seat in front of him and Pansy next to him.Every seat after that was filled with people, and only the last few seats were vacant.

Salazar held Draco, who was about to explode, with a cold smile on his lips.

"Hey, Viper, how are you? You're still pure-blooded, have you been abandoned? What else do you have to be proud of now?" Someone shouted loudly at the long table in Gryffindor. Sarah looked over and saw that it was someone she didn't know. People don't bother to talk to each other.

"Draco, you go first. I'll wait by the lake. Anyone can come this afternoon. There's no class, right?" Salazar raised his voice slightly.

"At least not in the first grade." Draco looked at him uneasily, in exchange for a pat on the head, and sat in the front seat with red ears.When he sat down, Blaise tensed up, and Pansy was also sitting upright, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Are they being too reckless?

No, it won't, the magic core is broken, even if Merlin is reborn, he can't be saved.

Relatively speaking, the students of the other three colleges were not so honest.The magic core burst, isn't it just a squib?Considering the hideous face of Administrator Filch, coupled with the fact that this Squib is still a Slytherin, the disgust on their faces is undisguised.

"Wait for Searle, maybe you would be willing to go to the principal's office to try my afternoon tea?" Sitting on the professor's seat, Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and he asked to stay.

"Didn't you hear, Mr. Principal? I have an appointment in the afternoon. How about in the evening? Supper is also good."

After reaching a preliminary agreement, Salazar turned around briskly and left the restaurant without hesitation.In the past few days in the medical wing, he was also very stuffy, so he might as well go to the lake to get some fresh air.As for lunch?It's good to do it yourself once in a while.

So, when a group of little snakes came to the lake together under the watchful eyes of three other college students, they saw a Salazar who was grilling meat with great interest.

Blaise frowned slightly, sniffing the fragrance floating in the air, his face changed suddenly.

"It's all here? Drake, come and have a taste." Salazar didn't greet others.He had completely forgotten that here, he hadn't done anything earth-shattering yet, and it wasn't time to be kind.

Drake gave his classmates a glance, and walked over generously.In just one noon, the wax on his hair became thicker, and it seemed that he was pursuing this sparkling effect, which made the senior seniors laugh uncontrollably.

"What is this?" Looking at several different plates of barbecue on the table, Draco finally couldn't help asking.

No wonder he asked.The meat on the plate was either sliced ​​into slices as thin as a cicada's wings, or rolled into delicate flowers with a few cuts, and its original texture could not be discerned at all.As for the scent, he can only say that he has never smelled anything similar.

"The legs of Rexaro, and the ribs of Sneedfa, are more like... more to my taste, but there are not many of them." Clipping the ribs from the grill to the plate, Salazar Quite disappointed, said, "And it's not convenient here, otherwise, the taste of roasting should be better with a different kind of fire."

Rexaro?Snyder Law?Draco's expression stiffened.If I remember correctly, it should be a rare species in the Magical Creature Protection Act, right?More importantly, can this stuff really be eaten?Didn't it mean that Lexaro's saliva is highly poisonous?

With such a stiff face, he poked a piece of meat with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, and Draco's gray-blue eyes suddenly lit up.Salazar smiled quite complacently, pushed the plate towards him, stood up empty-handed, and faced the students who were either finding fault or watching the excitement.

"What do you want to do?" Blaise was the first to speak. At this moment, the dark-skinned boy stood there straight with a serious face.

"Don't be nervous, just make sure that no one will trouble me with some old-fashioned topics in the future." Salazar tilted his head and said without the slightest anger, "I haven't studied it, and it's hard to talk about pure blood and mixed blood or even blood. Whoever has the hemp seed has the advantage, but I don't like others to talk about me. I am who I am, and it's best not to be equated with someone with the same fate..."

"Equal sign? Do you deserve it? It's not a piece of garbage." Someone whispered.

Salazar's eyes froze, and his mental power exploded instantly. The next moment, the person who spoke fell backwards with bleeding ears.

To everyone's surprise, this was actually a senior in a Gryffindor uniform.

Salazar glanced across and continued, "Perhaps there are a lot of people here who don't like me? That's no problem. From today onwards, I'll be there for you anytime, as long as you can afford the subsequent revenge."

"Now whoever wants to say something can say it."

With the last words out, Shu Ruitai came out from the crowd more and more: "Searle, we're going back first, you should be busy, see you in the lounge tonight."

"See you later." Salazar nodded.The Slytherin business could be taken care of anytime, not this moment.This time, it was originally arranged for the trouble of the other three colleges.

Everyone knows that Squibs are rejected by the entire wizarding world.

After the silver-green crowd of Slytherins receded, the students from the three remaining houses looked at each other.In their hearts, it has always been the Slytherin gang with their jaws raised that like to bully others. Now that the little snakes are fighting among themselves, they are of course happy to watch the excitement.And now that most of the Slytherins were gone, what else could he watch?

The answer came out quickly.

Harry and Ron were originally going to visit Hagrid's cabin, and they had already made an appointment.Because of what happened at lunch, they made a circle around the lake before going, and happened to see a scene of Gryffindor falling from a distance.

Harry was still in a daze, but Ron had already exploded completely, dragging Harry's hand and rushing over, passing the departing Slytherins.

"Wicked vipers! What did you do—you? Squib Salazar?"

Looking at the reputation, Salazar hadn't said anything yet. Drake had put down his fork and stood up vigorously: "Red-haired skunk, what are you talking about? Syl is a squib? Don't talk big, I will Let you know what to regret!"

"What's none of your business? Evil Malfoy, You-Know-Who's running dog! Why, your new master has become a squib, and no one is allowed to tell?" Ron yelled neatly, looking at his posture, this was not the first time he said this .

Draco's eyes were almost red, he pulled out his wand, and was about to rush up.

"Stop Draco, look here." Salazar stepped slightly to block him, and fumbled in his pocket with his good left hand.

"Why, do you still want to blow up a hand?" Ron was about to say something, but was pulled hard by Harry, staggered a few steps, and glared dissatisfiedly, "Harry, what are you doing?"

The next moment, Salazar stretched out his left hand, and a shallow knife mark on the palm overflowed with blood.Just as Draco was about to reach out, the strand of blood disappeared into the air like a fish, and appeared in front of Ron in a blink of an eye.

The red-haired boy screamed, turned around and ran away, and the streak of blood fluctuated, entering from his left ear.

"What did you do to me?!" Turning around in horror, Ron was almost frightened and screamed harshly, "You #@￥#￥%..."

"It's just a trick to make sure you maintain the most basic manners. Don't think that you can talk nonsense when I'm not around. You can't say it, but I know what you want to say."

Listening to his words, Draco always felt that the effect was a bit familiar.Knowing that others are talking about him anytime, anywhere... In an instant, his horrified expression successfully entertained Salazar.

Why is the mysterious man "mysterious man"?Isn't it because anyone who mentions his name will be perceived by him!How similar this is to what Searle did!By the way, isn't this really a family secret?

Patting Draco on the shoulder affectionately, Salazar glanced at Ron and waved him away impatiently.Ron was a stunned man at all, staring straight at Salazar, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward: "You&%￥##&&*!"

Even with his arms hanging, Salazar's skill is beyond the imagination of a normal 11-year-old doll.It is true that he is of the legal system rather than the military system, but he has seen a lot, and he can always make two gestures.Supporting Ron's fist with his left hand, he leaned back slightly. He raised his leg and was about to kick it out when he saw the red-haired boy had fallen out.

"Draco, why are you meddling?" He complained, and raised his eyebrows with a smile that couldn't be concealed. "That savior, come here and bring the man back. Don't let him come to me if it's okay."

"Two against one, it really is a vicious snake!" A Gryffindor suddenly shouted, and then, a small half of the dozens of people present rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward.The remaining Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws stared dumbfounded at Gryffindor, who was still complaining about the two-on-one fight just now, and started a nearly ten-to-one battle. Gryffindor, the senior, slipped away without making a sound.

Ten minutes later, the professors who got the news came one after another, and saw Dumbledore standing between the two teams - if Salazar and Drake could be counted as a separate team - amiably driving the bruised and swollen Greg The ryffindors went back to the common room.

"Gryffindor button..."

"Severus, wait, I've deducted too many points." Dumbledore immediately stopped him. If he didn't, Gryffindor's hourglass might be empty in the first week of school. "Take your students first." Go back, Meg, you come with me."

Salazar tilted his head innocently, met his dean's frighteningly black face, and shook Drake's hand encouragingly: "Dean, it's obvious that I'm just doing it once and for all."

"I just saw a little troll with an empty brain showing off your troll-like power in public! Now! You, Draco, go back to your dormitory! Salazar, come with me!" Snape The professor went crazy, even Salazar had to be obedient.The moment he followed the flying black robe and left, he turned his head, smiled at Draco comfortingly, and turned to the direction where Gryffindor left, with extremely cold eyes.

The author has something to say: 4000+ will be delivered on time~~~

When I saved the manuscript, the collection was exactly 108. Is this the rhythm of the Water Margin?

☆, Salazar in the library

No one knows what Salazar told the principal, the dean, and the Slytherin students that night. In short, since the second week, he really didn't go to a class, and stayed in the classroom all day long. In the library, Mrs. Pince's relationship has improved by leaps and bounds.

The only platinum-haired little snake that could get him out of the library was broken for him.Not to mention reporting on time for three meals a day, and taking away the bullies who don't plan to go back to the dormitory before the curfew every day, even the number of troubles with the savior has plummeted.

Well, this pair of lovers will not be stumped by a little difficulty. If you can't finish class, you still have to go to class.The flying lesson that Drake was looking forward to so much has become a new battlefield for the two of them.

In the first flight lesson, the two of them had already competed, and Drake successfully tricked the little savior, at least ten points should be deducted, right?Thinking of this, he walked to the library familiarly, and dragged Salazar out: "Let's go, Searle, go and see that Potter, he must be very distressed, Professor McGonagall caught him Right on!"

"You're very proud? Pranks are only for entertainment." Salazar shook his head in disapproval after hearing the details. "If points are deducted, you won't be able to run away. It's better to avoid such tricks."

The restaurant was extremely lively, especially the Gryffindor side.As soon as Drake saw Harry, he rushed over against all odds. Salazar stood still, noticing the absence of worry on Harry's face, and immediately realized that Drake had miscalculated this time.

"Having your last meal, Potter? When are you taking the train back to the Muggles?"

Faintly hearing Drake's surprisingly excited voice, Salazar hesitated for a moment, and secretly decided not to get involved between these two little ones in the future.He is an old man, and he can't understand the psychology of children looking for trouble if they like it.

The two said something else, and then Ron broke into the space between them, shouting excitedly: "Of course he has heard of it. I am his assistant. Who is your assistant?"

"It's me." To everyone's surprise, Blaise took over the task, and no one could tell when he came here.Drake was also taken aback, looked back at Salazar, and suddenly made up his mind, "It's just midnight, how about it? We'll meet you in the prize showroom, where the doors are never locked."

Susslytherin's ranking and sorting had changed a little that day, with Blaise at the back, replaced by Pansy Parkinson, whom Salazar had met on the train.Salazar still sat fourth, waiting for Drake to come back, and smiled meaningfully at him.

That night, Drake, who didn't intend to go to the appointment, was dragged out of the lounge by Blaise, and ran into his dean head-on.Professor Snape gave Blaise a cold look, and began to spit venom hissingly: "Why, is Slytherin's brain also captured by trolls? Since you are so energetic, in order to prevent one day I have to give you The parents of your parents sent you the only remaining limbs—if even those stupid creatures despise your flesh—you are honored to receive a week of confinement. Now, go back to your dormitory, hear?!"

Two little snakes shrank their necks and returned to the living room like quails. When they left, only a embers of fire had been lit. The fireplace had been lit. Salazar sat lazily on the armchair, holding a glass of water in his hand, tilting his head, The two little snakes who had just entered the door smiled.

"Yo, got caught?" He raised his glass, pretending to blame himself, "I was wrong, I forgot to mention just now, Mr. Dean has been waiting outside for a long time."

"How do you know?!" Blaise blurted out.

He really couldn't help it.At the beginning, he was the first to know that Salazar's magic core was broken, and he was also the first to give up the suspected founder or the "squib" from the Slytherin family.However, when the result of the "joke" by the lake spread to Slytherin, and facing Salazar's ability to single out nearly twenty Gryffindors, almost everyone laughed at the lack of a move Zabini, including the rubbish that could not have entered his eyes.

Slytherin will not regret his choice, but he must react, such as becoming Drake's assistant, or re-talking to Salazar.Perhaps this would appear capricious, and for the Zabini family's honor, he had no other choice.

"The dean is very powerful." Salazar did not answer directly.

"Of course, the godfather is the greatest master of potions today!" Draco explained proudly, the gleam in his eyes was no weaker than when he mentioned his father.

"I mean, his fighting ability. Let's put it this way, when other professors approach, I will have a clear sense, and I can even judge the level of human strength, especially the 'greatest white wizard' you call. And for Our dear dean, I only know that someone is approaching and powerful, and he has completely hidden more details. Do you know what this means?"

This is teaching.Blaise believed in his own judgment, but he couldn't understand at all that in the current situation, being ignored was already his best result, but now, teaching?Why?With his mother's notoriety?ridiculous!

Unable to hide the rage in his heart, he glared fiercely at Salazar, trying to make himself look more imposing.

Still a child... Salazar wanted to laugh, but managed to hold back, and was disturbed by Draco's exclamation.

"It's already 11:30! Why don't I go, Searle, see you tomorrow."

In the blink of an eye, only Salazar and Blaise were left in the lounge.They looked at each other and felt that they had nothing to say, so they stopped talking.After a while, Salazar put down the cup, picked up the coat hanging on the armrest, put it on, and walked out leisurely.

"Mr. Dean, good night." He greeted lightly, ignoring Professor Snape's cannibalistic gaze, and walked towards the dean's office spontaneously.

"I thought you would keep staring at that savior." Noticing that Professor Snape was closely behind him, Salazar thought about building a good relationship, so he said something out of words, the effect would be better not to say .

"Our esteemed Highness seems to have forgotten that the only thing his poor professor has to do is to prevent the existence of a suspected dark wizard from dismembering the little trolls in this school as potion ingredients." Professor Snape rarely roared However, the sarcasm in his tone could not be concealed anyway.

Salazar shrugged and curled his lips: "I still appreciate the body of magical creatures more than wizards. Also, I have never tried potions. After this problem is dealt with, can Mr. Dean make up for me? Did you learn scabies potion last time?"

"Your Highness is well-informed." Perhaps realizing that the two brain circuits were different and they couldn't communicate at all, Professor Snape stopped spraying the venom and responded dryly.

The venom of poisonous snakes is very precious, isn't it? !

The two were silent all the way, and when they approached the door of the Dean/Potions Office, a piercing voice suddenly came from above.

Salazar stopped in his tracks and asked calmly, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Before he could finish speaking, the stare behind him became even colder.

Shrugging his shoulders, he chanted the spell to open the door, walked in without seeing anything, and sat directly behind the desk: "I still think you should tidy up the office. This kind of environment is suitable for brewing potions, and it is not suitable for human habitation at all. Of course, the premise is that Mr. Dean will not suddenly become a potion?"

"Okay, shut up!" After Blaise, another Slytherin was provoked by Salazar and ran away.Professor Snape drew out his wand, his eyes were so fierce that he seemed to be able to throw away dozens of curses in the next moment: "Now, take off your clothes, I want to directly observe the effect of the curse!"

"Okay, Mr. Dean." Salazar instantly became a good citizen.He doesn't mess with his body.Obviously, he himself is not used to the rules here. Instead of fiddle with the treatment alone, it is better to see how this powerful wizard treats the patients with "broken magic core".

All kinds of lights lit up on Salazar.After only a short while, he identified five magical ones with water attributes, two with wood attributes, and one magic with earth attributes.Of course, here, they are all "white magic", because the effect is very positive.

Seeing that Snape was already holding the parchment and began to write quickly, Salazar leaned over slowly, and immediately greeted the death ray of the snake king.

"Would you like to take a look at the results I made in the library? Personally, I think it is more reliable." He said, he took out his spiritual power notebook from the space bag, turned to a certain page, and handed it out.

This is?Snape flipped through a few pages, his almost petrified face twitched like a cramp, his neck almost cracked when he turned his head: "Dear Your Highness, please be merciful and tell your poor professor why I would See the content of the forbidden area on this?"

Salazar froze—he seemed to have exposed himself?

The author has something to say: Deputy cp: Drake x Harry

Salazar's first Halloween

It was still a library, and with the special approval of his own dean, Salazar openly approached those books with more advanced contents.It has to be said that after this incident, Professor Snape has become a very good person in his eyes, comparable to Ollivander who took him in at first.

Apart from going to the library, he has nothing else to do. Fortunately, there are occasional savior events for onlookers to watch, which can be regarded as entertainment.Of course, in most of the events, there will be a little platinum friendship starred.

Draco has been extremely boring lately.Brushing the savior has long been his daily routine, but these three people have always walked around him in the past two days, and also consciously and covertly looked this way with a faintly malicious look, it is not too stupid.Like the day someone brought Harry a broomstick, the Nimbus 2000, and those idiots were yelling like it could hit him.Isn't it just the Nimbus 2000...

Little Platinum's pursed mouth when she was alone made Salazar amused for a long time.

There are many similar things, especially after Harry was selected for the Quidditch team.Draco had specifically asked his dad about being a Slytherin Chaser, but had been sternly turned down.

Salazar did not speak, but agreed in his heart.After all, in his eyes, flying in the sky on a broomstick is not a safe thing.Take the time to teach some air combat magic?After making up his mind, he took out the best parchment he could customize, specially prepared a copy of magic blood ink, and began to silently write spells in the middle of the night.

Teach, of course, all together.He doesn't mind being offended once, as long as they don't make the same mistake.

Well, it’s a misnomer to say it’s teaching.Salazar spent three nights completely copying down six incantations about floating and flying, without saying anything, just throwing them on the carved round table in the lounge.

The completely unfamiliar characters are different from any system known to the little nobles, but they instinctively know how to pronounce them when they touch them.After the little snake who was the first to test the water uttered the first three notes and successfully floated up half a foot, then fell to the ground because of exhaustion of mana, and finally ushered in the violent drugging of the Queen of Medical Wings, almost everyone looked at the parchment. His eyes were all hot, including the dean who heard the sound and wanted to catch the "brainless monster who studies black magic".

What to do, I really want to confiscate it like this... Professor Snape stared at the parchment with fiery eyes, and at the same time used his brain to think about things that had nothing to do with potions.Confiscation was out of the question, obviously whoever cast these spells wanted to benefit all of Slytherin, especially now that Gryffindor had an extra Savior Seeker.Well, come on