salazar not slytherin

It's okay, Oberstein, I'm just too surprised that there are so many acromantulas. Remus murmured softly, and the faces of the people nearby were full of strange expressions—he would talk to himself like this from time to time these days, and even gave his ring a name, everyone is used to it .

On the pale finger, a faint light flashed on the old obsidian ring, Remus smiled wryly and took out his wand, pointing to the struggling acromantula on the ground: "I'll be on guard, Speedy organizes, get these The spiders are all looking for a place to put them, be careful not to get hurt."

A man covered in dark green mist said gloomily, "Wait a minute, let me get some venom out."

The author has something to say: Preparing for a third year without a principal...

☆, Salazar who "seriously" reviewed

It can be seen that after Dumbledore was suspended, the Gryffindor students almost fell into a state of madness.When Salazar was wandering in the Forbidden Forest, he even met Potter and Weasley who were wearing an invisibility cloak and crawling into the spider's nest.

At that time, most of the acromantulas had become the prey of Salazar, and the remaining ones were ruled by the old chiefs, hiding in the darkest corners of the Forbidden Forest, trying to avoid the fate of being caught.Facing the acromantula that had been terrified for a long time, the two little wizards almost became food for them to vent their anger and satisfy their hunger—if it wasn't for the modified car.

Of course, Professor Lockhart, who had painted the proper magic lines on the bottom of the car in advance, was part of this credit.

With his feet dangling, Salazar quietly watched the noisy car leave with the two cubs, knocked his boots on the tree trunk, and said with a smile: "Good night, professor, it's rare to be here See you."

Even in the dark Forbidden Forest, Professor Lockhart is still an existence that cannot be ignored. His blond hair is many times more dazzling than the scattered moonlight among the tree canopies.At this moment, he stood a few steps away, raised his head slightly and stared at Salazar, with a rare expression of embarrassment on his flawless face: "Good night, Your Highness."

"Come on, you're a professor, aren't you?" Salazar jumped down from the tree lightly, his eyes widened innocently.

"Hey, after all, you, you are..." Lockhart couldn't continue.

Salazar deliberately showed a trace of doubt, but his eyes were full of optimism: "So what? In your capacity, it seems that there is no need to do this, right?"

Pursing his lips, Lockhart finally gave up on deviousness: "I'll just say it straight, Your Highness, I want to marry the current head of Slytherin, in the name of Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Why did you find me here?" Salazar was really curious this time.

Lockhart clenched his fists nervously, trying to calm down the excitement in his heart.He knew that since Salazar asked this, it means that this matter is likely to be supported: "Because Sif. His father is an ordinary person and his mother is a wizard, but there are no relatives on either side. I think it is best to There is an elder who presides over our wedding."

"So you found me? But as long as there is no problem with your eyes, you can tell that I am only a 12-year-old child. Of course, you can say thirteen." Salazar didn't think this was the main reason.

Lockhart gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I read in ancient books that the only person who can officiate the wedding ceremony for the Head of Slytherin House is Salazar Slytherin, so in Salazar Slytherin After Lin left Hogwarts, the candidates for the dean will only appear among married people, or unmarried people, and Sev is the only exception for thousands of years."

That's it... Salazar suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.In this way, isn't the Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago a little too domineering?And, would it really be good for them to keep Slytherins so independent of Hogwarts?

In the end, Salazar didn't agree rashly, but he also said that as long as Lockhart came to him with Snape, he would definitely agree.

Perhaps it was the petrification incident and the news of Dumbledore's suspension that was too shocking, until the last week before the exam, the chaotic Hogwarts suddenly set off a frenzy of reviewing.Contrary to everyone's expectations, the leader this time was not Ravenclaw, which is always a gathering place for good students, but Slytherin, who was faintly rejected by everyone because of the petrification incident.

"...The revised version of Coromotte's Law No. 13, the external manifestations of magic power flow mainly include, Pansy, why are you hitting me?" Drake held his head aggrievedly, carefully taking care of his hairstyle.

Pansy rolled her eyes angrily, grabbed the textbook, flipped to a certain page, and pushed it to Draco: "Look carefully!"

In the next second, Draco wailed and bumped his head against the textbook: "I got it wrong again! Searle, what do you think will happen if I answer a bunch of the Gyaff theories you taught on the spell test paper?"

Salazar, who was also holding on to the reference materials borrowed from the library, replied calmly: "I will be very happy. Dang, our Professor Flitwick may not be in such a good mood."

While most of the students were busy with their final exams, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley broke into Professor McGonagall's office with news about the Chamber of Secrets.

However, after the expedition team composed of two students and three professors entered through the secret passage Harry discovered, they only saw a huge snake slough and the ugly old man statue in the dark secret room.

This is... Salazar Slytherin?

The corners of Snape and Lockhart's mouths twitched at the same time, the expressions on their faces completely out of shape.

But—no monsters.

There are no monsters, not a heart-pounding fight, and no culprits.

Dumbledore, who hurried back to Hogwarts, was stunned.

In the principal's office at this time, all the professors and two students were gathering together to watch Snape handle the huge snake slough himself.Dumbledore stood aside, frowning, talking to Professor McGonagall in a low voice.

The door of the principal's office was suddenly knocked open with great force.

"Good evening, Lucius." Dumbledore tried his best to soften his expression, but obviously he failed, and the error in the plan made the old man unavoidably flustered.

"Okay!" Lucius smiled, his voice was cold, with undisguised gloating, "You are back. The board of directors suspended your duties, but you still returned to Hogwarts on your own initiative. "

"Oh, that's right, Lucius." Dumbledore paused, as if trying to organize his words.

Lucius was about to urge him when Professor McGonagall said worriedly: "Dumbledore, the situation is clear now. The monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a huge basilisk. We must find it as soon as possible, otherwise the students will be too dangerous Alright! Lucius, wait a minute, the safety of the students is the most important thing."

"Of course, it's natural. No one wants Hogwarts to be closed because of this. But we can't ignore that some people shouldn't be here at this time." Lucius was rare and tough.how to say?After all, he received clear instructions. From now on, Dumbledore and Hogwarts cannot have any contact.

After recovering, Dumbledore smiled calmly again: "Lucius, we have to admit that Hogwarts is a school with a history of thousands of years, and the school managers have existed for too short a time. When Hogwarts is threatened, I will gladly give my all for it, no matter how many reasons you may have for keeping me out."

Lucius' face was a little pale, and there was faint anger rising in his eyes.

"That's why you are here now? Heh, if you are really like this, how can you be suspended?" Maybe someone finally can back him up, Lucius' words are much more reckless than before, "Forget it Now, no matter what you say, Hogwarts has no place for you. Still not leaving, do you want to try the real feeling of being expelled, dear former headmaster?"

"You can't do this! The headmaster can't go!" After listening for a long time, Ron Weasley finally couldn't help shouting, "Hogwarts can't live without Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Lucius' gray-blue eyes glanced down, as if he saw something dirty, he immediately looked away, stared at Dumbledore's shining glasses again, and smirked: "What did the headmaster say?"

Feeling the increasingly obvious force of repulsion around him, Dumbledore sighed softly: "No matter what your plans are, at least the students..."

"Of course, the students are doing well. After all, Hagrid, who kept dangerous creatures, has been captured in Azkaban, and the team that the school directors organized urgently has also entered the Forbidden Forest. Soon those who threaten the children Cleaned up our creatures." Lucius seemed to think of something, and praised softly, "It's really a big deal."

Pomona Sprout, a professor of herbalism who has always been gentle, was startled: "You can't do this, those ancient magical creatures have signed a contract with Hogwarts! They are part of this school!"

"Of course, of course," Lucius said in an almost chant tone, "of course those who are bound by contract will not be wiped out, as long as they fulfill their contractual obligations, no one will embarrass them. Could it be that Professor Sprout Don't want a flower elf to take care of the greenhouse for you? The centaur will be the best assistant for the astronomy professor."

"Then..." The gentle woman was a little puzzled.

Lucius tilted his head, looked at Dumbledore who remained motionless, and sneered, "Won't the former headmaster explain? Before I came, the suppression team had just harvested the [-]th adult Eight-Eyed giant spider."

Dumbledore stood stiffly in place.It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that the pressure on his body was too great, as if the whole of Hogwarts was rejecting its headmaster - he couldn't understand, how could the appointment of the school board be recognized by Hogwarts?

Looking at Dumbledore's embarrassed appearance with cold eyes, Lucius smiled silently in his heart.

The author has something to say: the end of the second school year~~~ Solve the problem of the diary during the holiday~~~

After looking at the outline, the diary master's small attack is actually Bryce, can you accept it?

☆, Salazar of the Banquet

This is a dead world.The gray sky, the gray earth, it seems that everything is covered with a layer of dust, without any vitality.Under the gloomy sky, the black-clothed, black-haired boy walked steadily on the messy pile of boulders, without any worries about the bad road conditions.

When he reached the top, on the other side of the stone pile, the prototype of a castle whose outline could just be seen came into the young man's eyes.

Hundreds of dirty workers are trying their best to build the castle, centered on a few people with special abilities, while ordinary people mainly deal with some corner problems.

Just like the strong man on the left carrying a huge boulder with earth-type abilities, the boulder taller than a person was pushed to its proper position by the undulating terrain, while a few ordinary people next to him held tools and waited until the boulder was in place. Immediately pounced on to cut the adhesion, and it was quickly completed with the help of another wind-type superpower; or the cold man who was closest to the boy holding a stirring rod and staring at a crucible, someone would lean over tremblingly from time to time, holding Take bowls of boiled concoction and mix it into the plaster that smears the gaps, making the whole castle faintly exude a seductive atmosphere; another example is two wizards standing high and waving thin wooden sticks After the recent period of exercise, it has obviously made great progress. It is extremely proficient in serving as a water source, carrying heavy objects, and modifying details...

The young man leaped flutteringly, his figure volleyed in the air, and walked straight to the prototype of the castle.An ordinary worker spotted him sharply, and in a few moments, everyone gathered in front of the castle, looking at their master in fear.

Well, that's right, the boy was Salazar, and the construction workers were slaves he bought at the fair.

As for here?Naturally, it was the demiplane that he officially activated.

"Remus, Speedy, Lambert, Emana, Conrad, and... Ning?" Calling the names of those capable users, Salazar walked down the clouds step by step, with a vague smile on his lips. , Swept across the faces of those people one by one.Even Lambert, the most unruly wind element user, or Emmana, the wildest barbarian, could only stand there obediently with their heads bowed, waiting for their master's review under the bondage of the contract.

The only one who doesn't care about these things is He Ning, the cleric who is famous all over the world for his drama. He was also the one who spent about one-third of Salazar's budget.As a person who is used to the darkness, he is the most clear about the law of the jungle where the winner is the king and the winner is the king. It is better to face a master who can completely suppress himself than to be bought by those dudes with little strength.

Oh, I almost forgot, the remaining two of these people are both wizards, Speedy is a bitch, and although Remus is a pure blood, he is already different from a wizard after being bitten by a werewolf.

Putting the information of several people aside in his mind, Salazar turned his eyes to the faintly formed castle, focusing his attention on the deliberately left open space, which was the location he chose to build the mage tower.

It is true that his strength has not been restored, but in his own demiplane, he is a god.

He slowly raised his hand and stretched forward, the ground trembled under his control.With the injection of magic power, the open space began to bulge, and the edges began to petrify, and after several transformations, it was finally shaped into a black boulder.The well-educated workers quickly caught the paint thrown by Salazar, pounced on it, and brushed it methodically on the formed parts over and over again.Compared with the construction of the castle, the construction speed of this mage tower is much faster: one meter, two meters, three meters...

The tower is getting taller and taller, and those workers haven't even dealt with the bottom layer.Salazar glanced at the six ability users, and the threat in them was extremely obvious.

Conrad began to clean up the soil and gravel around the tower body; Lambert used the wind to blow up the paint and spread it evenly to the high place; Emmana stretched out his arms and supported the bodies of two workers; Remus and Speedy Then he waved his wand and directed those brushes and trowels to work.

The only one left with nothing to do is He Ning.

"Prepare the dinner, and then go to the entrance and wait, there are guests coming tonight." Salazar ordered unceremoniously.

The master from the ancient east and Ning Wen saluted politely, turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the castle.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and even Salazar was already showing a tendency to exhaustion at this time.Slowly withdrawing his hand, he raised his head and looked at the soaring mage tower, hesitating for a while on what kind of tower top to choose.

In the past, in Geyaf Continent, the mage towers there used to add layer after layer of hidden magic circles in order to prevent the gods from being angered. Now... go through your collection, I guess it will be enough, Sara Not in a hurry, Zha turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

The next dinner party is the most important thing now.

As a master teacher, He Ning's level of mastering the heat is definitely a master level.By the time he ushered the guests into the only furnished room and settled down and returned to the kitchen, the stew in the cauldron was just about to be plated.

Facing a colleague who was so reckless, Professor Snape pressed again and again, but finally he didn't spit out the venom accumulated for a long time.

Professor Lockhart kept wiping his sweat from behind.

The remaining adult was Lucius Malfoy, who had been traveling outside for a long time because of Dumbledore's suspension, and his hair became gray with anxiety.

The two children are extraordinarily reserved here.Apparently, they never imagined that Salazar, who tolerated himself playing around and being coquettish at school, would have a status and wealth far surpassing that of his parents.

They didn't understand what a demiplane was, but the prototype of that castle was shocking enough—even the Malfoy's house was just a "manor".

"Welcome, everyone, please sit down first, take whatever you want." Salazar sat down at the main seat with a smile and clapped his hands. Remus, who was a guest waiter, immediately pushed a wheelchair and the boy sitting on it to Salazar's side.

Alchemy puppet?The five guests were stunned at the same time.

"Velika, say hello to everyone." Salazar whispered.

A gleam flashed in the puppet boy's ruby ​​eyes, he opened his mouth stiffly, and said softly, "I'm Verika, nice to meet you."

The five looked at each other.

"Sit, everyone." Salazar called everyone to sit down, rubbed Verika's black velvet hair, and briefly introduced, "This is Verika, my child."

Verika's porcelain-like cheeks suddenly flushed red, and seeing Draco and Blaise's eyes shine, they almost stretched out their hands to pinch.

"First of all, I think I'd better confirm the relationship between you and me. Lucius," Sara looked at the two platinum nobles, "and Draco, as members of the Malfoy family, you admit the existence of the kinship contract ?"

The two platinum nobles, one big and one small, stood up from their chairs at the same time, and responded solemnly: "I admit it."

Salazar nodded, and looked at Severus Snape again: "Professor Snape, as the head of Slytherin, you admit that you have inherited Salazar Slytherin's duty to protect Hoag All of Woz's students?"

"Heh." Professor Snape snorted disdainfully, pursed his lips, turned his head, and nodded slightly.

Salazar chuckled—is this embarrassing?

"Then next, Professor Lockhart, are you sure you want to 'marry' the current head of Slytherin, and take his duties as your own responsibility to fully assist Professor Snape's work?"

"Until he resigned and traveled the world with me." Professor Lockhart was still smiling brightly, his white teeth were almost blinding, "Sev, take it easy!"

Hearing him yelling so loudly, maybe Professor Snape was behind the scenes.

Everyone else was fine, Salazar turned his gaze to the last restless teenager: "Brace Zabini, you..."

"Wait!" Standing up in a panic, the dark-skinned boy gritted his teeth and said anxiously, "Needless to say, I know that no matter which family my mother married, it has nothing to do with Slytherin. Your Highness, maybe I shouldn't have come here, after all, you can be counted as a family in a sense, I..."

Salazar raised his hand, and Blaise immediately found that his mouth was sealed by a group of gentle and harmless energy, and he couldn't make any sound.

"A hire, and maybe an extension if it's appropriate. Blaise, would you care for Verika for me? He's inconvenient to move right now, and I can't be disturbed while I'm doing the experiment."

Blaise may have been too excited, and there was a slight redness under the black skin: "Hire? So, what is the time limit?"

"This holiday, or until my experiment is completed. Of course, if Velica is willing, this period can be extended indefinitely. Well, Blaise, I am short of an experimental assistant, and with Velica's current situation, one Playmates will probably help his recovery—of course, if you can develop a closer relationship, I'd be happy to see it." Salazar looked at Blaise with a smile on his face, and asked softly.

The author has something to say: I saw in the comments that you are not very clear about Dumbledore's issue. I feel that there will be many people who feel the same, so I will formally explain it here.

In the author's view, Dumbledore is a good leader, but not a good principal. His tendencies are too obvious. As the "greatest" white wizard, he is not suitable for guiding children. It is easy to create a personality cult Trouble, his approach is also inappropriate in many places, such as what I mentioned in this article:

Ask Ollivander to give Harry a wand that doesn't fit him

Repelling Slytherins (Chapter "Salazar at the Sorting Ceremony")

Arrange confinement in the Forbidden Forest

Steal Slytherin's spells and teach them to Gryffindors (Chapter "Salazar the Rich")

Ghosts of Hogwarts

Extra points for eccentric Gryffindors

Treats Hogwarts as his property ("Salazar at work" chapter)

In fact, there are still some things in the original text that make the author particularly disgusted, and it is also related to getting Dumbledore out directly, but there is really no way to add them to yesterday's chapter.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore mildly, "is how Voldemort managed to confuse Ginny, since my sources indicate that he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania." (Now that I know , why there is no means of defense? Quirrell was also put directly into the school in the first year.)

"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," said Dumbledore, with the gleam in his eyes again, "you must have shown absolute loyalty to me in the Chamber of Secrets below. Only this kind of loyalty can summon Fawkes Come to your side." (Is "loyalty" inappropriate here, and Dumbledore said something similar when he was just suspended, as if the whole of Hogwarts belonged to him.)

Maybe the author made a fuss over a molehill, and if he really wanted to explain these things, it would make sense, but when he thought of Dumbledore, he was not very comfortable, so he was allowed to leave temporarily... It was also convenient for Salazar to make trouble in the future.

☆, Salazar with soy sauce

After the dinner was over, the mage tower that was about to be completed officially welcomed its owner.

Blaise pushed the wheelchair and followed Salazar. The immobile alchemy puppet Verika looked at the simple decorations in the mage's tower and was secretly startled.

Unlike those people who finish their classes at Hogwarts and are done with it, he was just a 16-year-old kid who had pretty much swept up all kinds of books in the first district--not just the kind of prank that comes to mind The Encyclopedia of Little Curses, those advanced collections such as alchemy and magic patterns are also within his hunting range.Because of this, he was able to recognize that the seemingly decorative patterns on the bare wall were actually variants of some magic patterns.

From the first floor to the top floor, patterns of various colors were more or less painted on all the walls, which made Verika terrified.

But in Salazar's eyes, the building was just a tower.For a real mage tower, not to mention building a perfect energy cycle, the minimum defense must be established, right?The magic circle on the wall combined with the magic pattern just connected the whole tower together, and he still had to be busy if he wanted to play a role.

After checking every floor, Salazar led the two of them straight to the specially designed library.The solid stone tables and chairs are painted with fine lines, extending from the tables and chairs to the walls, obviously not just for decoration.

The three of them didn't stop for a long time. Salazar raised his foot and knocked on his boots in the center of the library. The ground in front of the inner wall slowly opened, revealing a dark and eerie corridor.

"What kind of lamp does Verica like?" Salazar rubbed his fingers and asked casually.The alchemy puppet on the wheelchair showed obvious astonishment, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Everything is fine."

"It's a pity that Barrow is not here... By the way, Alfred knows." Mumbling to himself, Salazar tilted his neck, took off a circle of green from the neck, and flicked it hard on the head, " Get up! Tell me, what kind of candles do Slytherins use?"

Seeing the basilisk, Verika's expression changed, and she finally held back her mouth.

"Thal has a really bad memory!" the basilisk grumbled and complained, and honestly described what a "normal Slytherin castle" should look like, which made Verika look forward to it.

Salazar listened silently, a little fluorescent light suddenly lit up in the dark corridor, and then stretched into a chain until it reached the turning.After walking in, you will find that every bit of firefly is supported by a black snake-shaped lamp holder, the snake letter is the wick, and the light green lamp oil is stored in the mouths of the little snakes, exuding a slight fragrance, like the grassland after the rain.

"That's it for now. The rich fragrance can be used in the castle, and the mage's tower is better." Salazar nodded with satisfaction, and walked down the stairs first.

Blaise was a little at a loss, while Verika snorted and urged: "Press the blue button on the back of the chair, there is a suspension switch there."

After turning a few corners, the eyes of the three suddenly opened up.The empty hall had no pattern at all, and the sky was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the entire wall. The stretch of unobstructed land caused the two children behind Salazar to shake at the same time, so that their feet were weak and they fell.

"This is the external core of the Mage Tower. The defense hub, attack hub, and communication hub will all be located here. Except for the road just now," Salazar said as he stretched out his hand, opening heavy stone doors one after another where he pointed, " The residential area, experimental area, training area, reception area and warehouse are all connected by passages. Blaise, I will give you a map later, push Verika to look around, I have to arrange this place first come out."

Whispering a promise, Blaise quietly watched Salazar move countless utensils out of thin air, and soon there was a piece of parchment with wet ink in his hand.

"Where is Verica going?"

"Whatever, let's find out the way first." The alchemy puppet said angrily.

Pushing the wheelchair and walking on the flat passage, Blaise looked at the puppet boy in front of him silently, with an unpredictable expression.He could hear what Salazar didn't say, that if this person named Verika was willing, he would become this person's fiancé.But... No matter how you look at it, this guy is a man, right?Could it be just a male puppet, and "he" is really "she"?

Peeking at the boy in the wheelchair, the hair is black velvet, the eyes are ruby, and the delicate face is as white and delicate as porcelain from the East.Although the body is blocked, it is still a thin child from the shoulders. If it is a girl...

Blaise touched the tip of his nose.It's okay, okay, no shame, if he accidentally got a nosebleed, he might as well find a wall and hit it by himself.

"Brace Zabini?" Verika looked forward, her lips moved slightly.

"It's me." Since Verika's voice had to be converted through magic patterns, the volume was really low, and Blaise deliberately bent down to listen to what "she" was saying.

"My previous name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, you know, the name Tom is too common." Velika still looked into the distance, as if she didn't care what she was talking about, but from the puppet at full speed Judging by the running magic patterns, he has tensed his nerves, "I'm still a Slytherin anyway, try it and see if you can guess my identity—don't expect things that don't belong to you!"

The smile on Blaise's face froze, and the hand pushing the wheelchair almost burst out with veins.

Even if he was a child of a noble family, facing this kind of insult, he didn't care about gains and losses, and stared at Verika almost as if he wanted to eat people: "Really? Verika, have you forgotten?" , Your Highness hasn't given you a surname yet, so you're calling yourself a descendant of Slytherin?"

If it weren't for the difficulty of manipulating the puppet's body, Verika would have jumped up now: "You have doubts about my identity? Zabini! Who gave you the guts—"

Before finishing speaking, Verika got stuck.

A circle of patterns on the wheelchair flickered, and Salazar's sinister voice came from there: "It's the second time, Verika! Next time, don't blame me for hacking your memory!"

The puppet immediately shut its mouth.

Blaise blinked innocently and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Riddle is definitely not a surname in the wizarding world, Marvolo seems to have a little impression, it should be a family related to Slytherin, but in recent years there has been no famous person named Tom, And celebrities associated with Slytherin... wait! "TomMarvoloRiddle", tommarvoloriddle, Voldemort! Should be "IamVoldmort"!

Blaise's hand trembled, and the boy in the wheelchair smiled.

"Voldemort...my lord?"

Verika snorted softly, quite pleased with herself.

"Master Verika." A soft call sounded behind the two, it was He Ning, "Master Verika, you violated the rules again."

The two children were dumbfounded.

He Ning was still rambling on and on: "Your Highness is already very busy, you can't bother him with these trivial matters, why don't you let Ning solve it for you? Although the forgetting potion is troublesome, and it is easy to turn people into idiots, Ning still I am sure to leave you with the most basic IQ of an 11-year-old child.”

"Get out! I'm looking for you because I'm crazy!" Verika almost ran away.

He Ning suddenly showed a strange smile: "I'm sorry, young master, Your Highness has already told me that if you really miss your previous life, the bookcase in Malfoy's house can be vacated for you at any time."

While speaking, he ignored the magic power of Velika's rampage, and went straight forward, and tapped the row of buttons on the back of the wheelchair a few times, and the alchemy puppet immediately froze in place.

Smiling at Blaise apologetically, He Ning quickly opened the puppet's chest, took out an old black leather diary, and put it in his arms: "Mr. Where he should be, don't bother Mr.

Brace stared dumbfounded at the long-haired oriental man who took the wheelchair in his hand and pushed the puppet that had lost his soul and disappeared into the secret passage without a sound. .

That Verika turned out to be the Dark Lord!

"This is Verica, my child." Thinking of what Salazar said at the dinner party, Blaise's legs softened and he leaned directly against the wall.The Dark Lord became Salazar's child. What would happen to those who betrayed him, those who remained neutral, and those who opposed him?

die?No, no, Salazar wouldn't do that... Thinking of this, Blaise tried to calm his breathing, his chest still heaving violently.

I almost forgot, there is also the phrase "develop some closer relationships"...Is it too late to hit the wall?

Blaise silently turned his gaze to the wall beside him.

The author has something to say: The elective was stopped once, so there is an update~~~

The focus of this chapter is Bryce and the diary master. After finishing the chapter, the author Zhe still hasn’t identified the attacker, but He Ning seems to have a tendency to attack the diary master...

☆, Salazar who continues to make soy sauce

Standing alone by the window of the external core control room, Salazar stared blankly at the gloomy sky in the distance, and the room behind him changed silently.

Concavities, protrusions, stretched patterns, complicated hinges... On the walls, the patterns linking the entire mage tower are gradually taking shape. These are the foundations, which can be completed by relying on his ability to control the space, and the real magic filling process It's not that easy.When Salazar turned around, the hall had completely changed.With a slight movement of mind and body, the two wizards who were busy with the construction of the castle and the wind ability user were directly dragged into the hall by Salazar, in exchange for the three people's horrified gazes.

He didn't care about these things, and with a flick of his hand, he threw piles of handicrafts in the center of the hall, and by the way threw a bulging space bag to the werewolf wizard: "You guys decorate this place. Remus, go out and buy some furniture and come back. the best."

While Salazar was busy transforming the mage tower, the other three children in this demiplane were not idle.As a competent housekeeper, after leaving enough medicine for the workers, He Ning devoted all his energy to the young master and His Highness's friends.

For students, what must be done during the holidays?

Of course it's homework.

So, in a certain room on the first floor of the castle that was renovated overnight, Draco and Blaise sat there facing each other with a sad face, writing non-stop with the quill in their hands.The most aggrieved one was Verika, staring at Salazar's textbook in front of him, he directly smashed an ink bottle.

"And! Ning! Why do I have to do these homework?!"

Beside him, He Ning, who was holding the first and second grade textbooks, smiled slightly, and replied slowly: "Master, you will be entering Hogwarts in September, so it is not a bad thing to preview in advance."

"School?" Verika choked,