salazar not slytherin

The thread kept spinning on the surrounding snow-white walls.

It's not that he has never seen a lich, the supreme among necromancers.

When he was in Geyaf Continent, he had been hired by those ghastly guys—it has to be said that necromancers are very generous, but there are very few people who have that life to spend.After formally studying in the mage tower, he also practiced with some small shrimps that were not suitable for practice.It's just that no matter when, the residences of necromancers and liches are gloomy and terrifying. I have never seen such a white wall like this one.

His eyes fell on the leading skeleton, and Salazar blinked, not knowing what to say.

Skeletons have always been the most common cannon fodder for necromancers. As long as there is a cemetery nearby, they can crawl out of the mud at any time and pounce on the enemy.But why is this skeleton so clean, it even smells like disinfectant?

Don't think that he doesn't know the life of ordinary people because he has lived in the wizarding world all year round!

The corridor wasn't too long, and it couldn't be seen in the dark or under the strong light. When turning the corner, Salazar noticed that he was not far from the glass door.

The skeleton responsible for leading the way pushed open the glass door and walked in, bowing aside.

The scene inside the door makes it hard to believe that this place belongs to an ancient lich.

The snow-white floor and walls, the spotless experimental bench, the air has no smell, the whole room is eerily clean, and the neatly arranged experimental instruments in the room are not so simple.At least as far as Salazar could see, he had already seen several high-end instruments that were not necessarily used in ordinary laboratories.

Keenly aware of the gaze falling on him, Salazar raised his eyebrows, and faced the lich in the black cloak head-on.

Mr. Lich didn't wear a hood, a dark green flame was burning in his skull, and a cold light came out from the empty eye sockets.This is not a provocation, for a lich, it is not difficult to dress up as a living person or hide the fire of the soul.Only on the premise of knowing the purpose of Salazar's visit, Mr. Lich has to explain his situation.

Skeleton form - complete severance of vitality;

The fire of the soul - the mental power is strong enough, and the negative energy on the body is also strong enough.

Combining the two together, this gentleman just wants to say that he is a powerful lich rather than a newborn baby, and if necessary, it is no problem to pick anyone to transfer souls.If you want to hire him as a professor, prepare yourself for those little bastards first, and you can't blame him for what happened.

A lich is not suitable to be a professor, but Salazar has decided to let him teach the history of magic and the study of the undead system. On the one hand, it is for students to have enough knowledge to learn, and on the other hand, it is for adult wizards outside the school. .

dark magic?Stop joking, what is that?

Of course, there is also a little selfishness in it.For a descendant who voluntarily sliced ​​his soul as bread, Salazar could put slices of bread with ham and vegetables or other side dishes to make sandwiches, but he didn't have the time to educate them slowly.

The most plastic "childhood" and "dream" have been revived, and the rest is better to be A Piao honestly, anyway, the lich in front of them is enough to be their mentor.

The conditions of the Lich are nothing to Sara, and the rest is much easier to handle. A lich over 300 years old knows a lot of people and non-humans, so it is not difficult to find another lich who is willing to teach.And after pretending to go to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade for a few laps, it is still very easy to reach Hogwarts smoothly.Salazar didn't have to lead the way for others, he directly signed the temporary contract on behalf of Hogwarts, and hurried to the next location.

This time it was not so smooth, the distance was extremely long, and it was difficult to reach it quickly with the means of wizards.Not to mention the hassle of applying for the Ministry of Magic's International Hearth Passage, and it only connects to a few neighboring countries. Want to go to the United States?hehe……

So, Salazar had the cheek to rub Trico's plane once.

One of the companions is Dennis. Of course, he has changed his name to Nora now. As for his real name?Who knows.

It was early in the morning when they arrived at the destination. Salazar separated from Tricho early, but instead of visiting the scheduled professor immediately, he walked into a small hotel, ate some bread, and then fell into a deep sleep.Now that he's busy, it's time for him to take care of himself, and those blood races won't crawl out of the coffin or other places early in the morning to greet the guests.

However, the development of things was far beyond his expectations.At noon, when the sun was at its most venomous, a small bat broke into his spiritual realm, instantly transformed into a handsome young man, and sat down beside the bed without being surprised.

"Aren't the vampires not afraid of the sun now?" Salazar said with a joke, and sat up slowly, with a thin quilt around his waist, facing the vampire youth who was meticulously wearing a tie and suit.

"XXX sunscreen is still very useful. This is our own company. If Mr. Salazar is willing to buy in large quantities, I can give you a [-]% discount." The blood youth said seriously.

"Prince Exxon?"

The young man shook his head, with a polite smile on his face: "The Prince has gone to the west, Mr. Salazar has something to say first, I think I can still satisfy you."

Salazar also smiled: "Really? Then... two resident professors at Hogwarts? They are in charge of Muggle Studies and Muggle Survival respectively."

The perfect expression on the blood youth's face quickly cracked.

A student named Salazar was looking for a professor for Hogwarts. This news spread throughout the circle of ability users at noon yesterday, and the blood race would naturally not be unaware.After negotiating with Yu Triko, he found that he was also in the range of candidate professors. At least this part of the blood race in North America is still very proud. After all, it is also a thousand-year-old prestigious school, isn't it?

Some blood clans who felt that they might be selected were also happy to secretly guess what occupation they or their clansmen would hold, and even started a bet on it.only……

Muggle Studies and Muggle Survival?

This has exceeded their wildest guesses.

"Can't you?" Salazar tilted his head and asked cutely.

The young man of the vampire was a little embarrassed, lowered his head slightly, and hid the sternness in his eyes: "Mr. Salazar is joking, right? We are vampires, and these two positions are more suitable for real Muggles."

The last two words were squeezed out between his teeth, and he didn't even bother to hide his disdainful tone.

Salazar shook his head calmly: "It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the thinking of wizards, so I will not choose them. It has only been a few decades since blood races have been fully involved in the world of ordinary people, and they should be very familiar with those precautions. You really don't Is the right candidate? Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"That's unnecessary, I don't think we may meet again in the future." Noticing that Salazar replaced "Muggles" with "ordinary people", the complexion of the blood youth looked better, and his tone was more aggressive, which was also more aggressive than before. He was more polite, "We made a whole set of plans back then, which cost a lot of time and money. It is really difficult for us to ask for it directly."

Salazar blinked and said innocently: "Ask for it? No, I just hope you can provide two suitable professors. Hogwarts professors are also paid."

"Then why don't we discuss the treatment of the employees first?" the blood youth said calmly.What he meant was very clear, since Salazar hoped that the blood race would lead the wizarding world to blend with the world of ordinary people as the forerunners, then the price he had to pay was not just gold coins as wages.

"Remuneration... I really don't have anything to offer. Of course, if you are not greedy, I can still afford to hire two professors." Salazar twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were cold, "The blood clan The situation is not so good, is it? Wizards have a way to go through marriage anyway, even if the harm of inbreeding marriage is a bit greater, it is better than the first embrace of the blood clan generation after generation, which will not only harm the foundation of oneself, but also lower and lower the level of descendants."

The young man stood up abruptly, his murderous intent gradually aroused, and two sharp canine teeth were exposed, pressing on his bright red lips.

The author has something to say: After the exam... vomiting blood

Update on time~~~

☆, Salazar who is not finished yet

Choosing to visit the vampires and werewolves last is not just because they live far away in America.In a way, they are very similar to the problems faced by wizards, and even more serious.

The werewolves were okay, but Salazar had never been very optimistic about the future of the vampires, and they were considered "chewing old people" in the true sense.There are many sources of the first-generation blood race in the classics, but in any case, there are only two ways for the second-generation, third-generation and subsequent descendants to appear—first embrace and gestation.

Needless to say, the first embrace, the blood essence consumed each time is enough to make the rank of the blood family drop one by one, and it is difficult for the resulting descendants to surpass his blood father.Pregnancy is even more troublesome. Only higher-level blood races can give birth to children who inherit the characteristics of both parents at the cost of most of the strength of both parents-may have higher potential, may have a mediocre life, or may be born with deficiencies.

Compared with the problem of the marriage of close relatives of wizards, it is clear that blood clans are in greater trouble.

Salazar didn't dare to say that he had a way to solve them completely, at least a short-term relief was possible. Who made him have a rich collection?The demiplane was once used as a warehouse, and even he himself didn't know how many things were in it. In short, there was no shortage of blood essence from the blood race.

Isn't that enough for him to hire two professors?

The blood race youth didn't last too long, and was soon completely captured by a half-test tube of bright red with a wisp of black blood, not to mention that Salazar promised to assist the blood race in research.The two blood clans who were finally assigned to be professors were less than [-] years old together. They were both in the forefront of the batch when they "intervened". Move your hands and feet.

Salazar was also very happy. It was just right for a person (non-human) who had nothing to do with the wizarding world to be a professor. The four colleges were impartial and could broaden the horizons of young wizards.As for the love of Hogwarts?That can be cultivated slowly, no.

On the way back it was Prince Exon who hired a small plane.Two blood clans, a werewolf who was an assistant teaching assistant in fighting class, Salazar chatted with them enthusiastically all the way, and he could already foresee how lively Hogwarts will be in the next semester.

With three outsiders, Salazar couldn't return to his half-plane, so he chose Black in Malfoy Manor and Black's old house.

The old house, which was once gloomy like a haunted house, took on a new look because of Regulus' return. After receiving the news, Regulus asked the house-elf to clean up the old house early, and led his brother, who was not mature, to clean up the old house. He and his brother's godson waited at the door on time.

"Wait, isn't Black playing politics? Why are the two of this generation no longer working in the Ministry of Magic?" The younger of the two blood races opened his eyes in surprise, his memory still stuck in more than 100 years ago When Black accounted for half of the Ministry of Magic, even though he heard that wizards and aristocrats were no longer honored in the United States, he still didn’t expect the situation to be so serious that even Black could not hold on. “What about Malfoy? I remember they are still quite rich.” Yes, you won't become a poor ghost, will you?"

"Are you insulting Malfoy?" A proud crisp voice sounded, and Draco, who had long since abandoned hair gel, walked over with a head of fluffy soft hair, his chin raised high, and the posture of the peacock spreading his tail was impressive. Salazar couldn't help but stare sideways.

The young vampire glanced at Drake's exquisite wizard robe, and turned his head silently: "Sure enough, he is already poor."

"Heh, we just don't like wearing Gold Galleons on our bodies." Derek almost gritted his teeth. "Of course, if it's those fancy clothes from fashion week, we still appreciate them when they are worn on others."

Lucius pressed Draco's shoulder to comfort his own child, his gray-blue eyes rolled around the three strange "people", and then looked at Regulus: "Rael, don't go in first Is it? It’s not good to keep customers out.”

Regulus nodded calmly, and let the visitors go to the living room, while he was half a step behind Salazar.A group of people sat scattered on the chairs in the living room. The two children looked at each other and walked silently to the second floor.

Salazar watched with relief as Draco took Harry's hand.

"I'm Moxa, this is Maselu, and Pandev is a werewolf, I think you can tell?" The older blood clan waited for a while, seeing no one spoke, so he could only introduce his own people first.

"Pandev will be the teaching assistant of the fighting class, Moxa and Maselu will be the professors of the Muggle Studies class and the Muggle survival class respectively, and the other new professors should be at Hogwarts." Salazar looked at it with satisfaction. Seeing the dull eyes of a group of wizards, he introduced the wizards present one by one: Brother Black, Patriarch Malfoy, and little Verika who emerged from the fireplace.

"Aren't you going to find Draco and Harry?" In the last sentence, Salazar asked Verika.

The 12-year-old boy turned his head and said angrily, "I'm not going to change their two-person world!"

With just one sentence, Sirius Black's Ray, who had remained silent all along, exploded: "What do you mean by that? Harry won't hang out with Malfoy! I think the little girl he can usually play with is Not bad, at least better than Malfoy!"

"What are you talking about? A bitch wizard wants to be compared to Malfoy? Little dragon..." Lucius couldn't continue - Sirius had already pounced on him.

It could be seen that the two were used to confronting each other. Sirius turned into a big black dog and pounced on Lucius. Lucius didn't panic, raised his snake staff and pointed it at the big dog's chest, and the magic power began to condense.Regulus pouted, and called Verika to extend an invitation to the three guests: "They still have a while, why don't we go to the garden to continue? Blake's black pearls are pretty good."

Black pearls are not real pearls, but a spherical flower that can be used as medicine. The whole body is round, the luster is bright and soft, and the black color is dotted on the silver leaves. Put all your energy into it until you die of being sucked out of your spiritual power.

There is no such dangerous and beautiful little flower anywhere but Black's old house.

It was still early, but the summer sun was already blazing.The two blood clansmen walked in the sun with great vigor, but Verika was already a little wilted because of her young age.

Even so, he managed to pull himself together and asked with a smile, "How do the two professors plan to live before school starts? Are you going to live in Hogwarts early? That's right, you just need to familiarize yourself with the working environment."

"Or do you have a better suggestion?" Maselu said frivolously.

Verika lowered her head, hiding her slightly smiling eyes: "Why? I'm just a student."

"Student surnamed Slytherin." The werewolf Pandev who had been silent all this time said slowly.

The two blood races froze.Compared with werewolves, they are used to being superior. Even if they intervene in the world of ordinary people, they are only superficial, except for Prince Exon.Under such circumstances, for the self-proclaimed wizard who is separated by an ocean, the information they can get is even less than one-third of that of the werewolf.

Two Slytherins, one Salazar, they had heard of it, but they didn't know it, and one of those two Slytherins was named Verica.

Pandev raised his head slightly, and calmly met Verika's dark eyes.

The author has something to say: My stomach hurts from eating barbecue... crying, time is running out, I can only write so much today.

Try to get these new professors tomorrow.

☆, Salazar who finishes and restores memories

Hogwarts during the holidays should have been much quieter than usual, but now, it was occupied by a group of "bumps".

Professor McGonagall was secretly angry, but the news he got through the Hogwarts contract was that those aliens were indeed newly hired professors, and Salazar's authority was similar to that of a supervisor—or the execution of the supervisor. represent.Even though she was very reluctant, she still gathered all the professors at the end of July, and Salazar, as the representative of the supervisor and the head of the school board, Lucius Malfoy, also had a meeting in the hall of Hogwarts. seat.

It's just that Salazar is temporarily absent.

"Gillo, the professor of dangerous plant appreciation." The green-haired half-elf first introduced himself, with a gentle voice like singing.

"Kean, Professor of Mageweaves." Followed by a purple-haired elf, looking at the fluctuations in magic power, it should be a hybrid of some kind of dark creature. On the teaching assistant, he found that this colleague was not angry at all but a little excited, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

The last elf is even more peculiar. His whole body is covered by a thin layer of water film, and there is a delicate shell on his light blue long hair, which obviously has the blood of water elves.She's Miranda, the art appreciation professor.

The rest of the new professors also started to introduce themselves one by one. After the two black-headed liches spoke, most of the people present were speechless—most of these professors were able to speak inadvertently. The existence that caused great damage to the little wizards!

"What's the matter, so quiet?" Salazar pushed the door and walked in at this moment, followed by two centaur, who had just been brought out of the Forbidden Forest.The next moment, when he saw the gloomy expressions of the liches, he couldn't help but chuckled: "Mr. Badley, Mr. Abbado, did anyone offend you?"

Badley was a little older than Abba, and said hoarsely at this time: "You didn't say that they didn't know at all!"

Salazar smiled frivolously: "I agree."

The domineering tone made some of the professors frown slightly.

Walking slowly to the table, Salazar tapped on the table, drawing everyone's attention to himself: "Okay, today's focus is not on the selection of new professors, the contract has been signed, and they will be here for at least ten years. Hogwarts is a professor, and must not do anything that directly or indirectly threatens Hogwarts."

Having said that, Salazar deliberately looked over one by one, and saw a few dodging eyes as expected.Joke, how could he destroy this school?Even if you choose a "dangerous" professor, it is guaranteed.

"As far as I know, when the headmaster is away, the four heads of Hogwarts and the heads of the monitors propose and organize meetings for important matters at Hogwarts. Now, I propose to elect the headmaster." Salazar's voice was not loud, He said it clearly, "At this time last year, the four principals voted without notifying me. Since the previous principal was dismissed by the monitor, the elected Professor McGonagall was not recognized. I think we have to Without doing it all over again, all professors and monitors participate in the voting."

"Monitor?" Professor McGonagall asked first.

"Ghosts, portraits, mainly those who used to be principals and professors, as well as the principals and professors who left but survived, are all monitors." Salazar replied calmly.He himself is considered a "departing professor".

"I have sent a message that the owl will send the test results of those who are not present, and now we can start. The candidate is the first of all professors and monitors. Since I am still a student, the place will be postponed to the next one. body."

Following Salazar's explanation, a young man with black hair and black eyes came to him.

Professor Gryffindor?

Someone frowned slightly.Compared with the person I met in the previous year, although the current one has the same appearance, his aura is rounder and subtler, and the coercion of the superior is also stronger.

The young man sat down next to Salazar with a serious expression: "Godric Gryffindor."

The whole scene froze instantly.For a moment, Professor Flitwick let out a piercing scream, and more people were startled by the scream, and discussions filled the entire hall.

The most expressive ones are a few dark-type non-human beings, who are more sensitive to dark energy and are old enough.Godric Gryffindor?Isn't that the head of the White Wizard?How could it seem more loyal to the dark than this young Salazar?

Glancing at the dark creatures lightly, under their solemn gaze, Godric Gryffindor raised his hand and quickly drew a few black marks in midair.In an instant, a layer of light black film spread over everyone's heads, turned into mist, and filled the upper half of the hall.

The eyes of several dark creatures suddenly turned red.

The ghosts floated into the black mist one by one, and their pearly white bodies became more and more solid. Although they were only the memories of the dead, at this moment they had the look of the living.Under them, dark half-elves, liches, vampires, and werewolves moved restlessly on their seats, wishing they could also rush into the thin black mist and bathe in this rare dark element.

The remaining non-humans looked a little ugly, but they finally held back.This so-called "Godric Gryffindor" has good control, except for the piece above, there is no dark element spreading down.

The other professors were not so sensitive, but they also knew that the black mist should belong to black magic. When they looked at this Godric Gryffindor, their eyes became very strange.

"So, let's start?" Salazar knocked on the table again and asked.

Following his words, a little bit of starlight began to fall from the dome of the hall, and gradually, everything turned into pure white, except everyone themselves.The people present suddenly realized that they appeared in a pure white space with nothing but paper and pens.

Salazar picked up the quill steadily, unfolded the parchment, and looked at the first question.

A cloud of fog.

He blinked and let his mind go, the right hand that was holding the pen moved involuntarily, and the words he wrote were also shrouded in mist.The fluctuations of magic gradually penetrated from the periphery of the soul to the depths. Salazar instinctively wanted to resist, but his whole body unconsciously relaxed, allowing the fluctuations to penetrate deeply.

At the same time, a warm feeling spread from the bottom of my heart, completely enveloping Salazar.Following that fluctuation, his mental power went upstream and finally merged into a piece of four-color runes.The moment he merged with the rune, he trembled all over, and a certain barrier suddenly shattered.

Behind the barrier, thick black swarmed out, completely submerging his consciousness.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and after an unknown period of time, everyone in the seats with dull expressions suddenly woke up.While they were looking at each other, the decoration of the entire Hogwarts was changed to blue and bronze, and the small Professor Flitwick sat in his seat in a daze, letting Hogwarts' headmaster's contract come to an end. on himself.

Salazar stood up with his head down, and bowed: "Mr. Principal."

He had already approved it, and the rest of the professors also got up one after another, agreeing with this choice.Professor Flitwick has been teaching at Hogwarts for nearly 30 years, and they all know what kind of person this colleague is. At the very least, it is not inappropriate for him to be a professor.As for the new professors, their main purpose of coming this time is to get familiar with the environment. The selection of the headmaster can be said to be for the fun, and even Salazar didn't expect any of them to get this position.

The ghosts floated down one by one, bowed in front of Professor Flitwick, and floated happily into the black mist.This time, they didn't stay too long, quickly carve up the last ray of dark elements and then dispersed, returning to their proper positions in the castle.

Salazar still bowed his body: "Since it's over, I'll go first. Mr. Principal and the professors probably have something to do."

Turning around with his head down slightly, he closed his eyes and walked out quickly.

Godric Gryffindor was surprised for a moment, then reacted quickly, and followed as fast as he could.At any rate, he was an adult, and he easily followed Salazar's pace, but he didn't approach him abruptly, but watched his back from a distance from a few meters away.

Before they knew it, the two had left the castle and stepped on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.With the support of magic, they did not disturb the strange magical creatures under the tree, and walked straight towards the invisible barrier deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Stepping into this area again, Salazar staggered and almost fell off the treetops.

The young man behind him couldn't help stretching out his hand, but still didn't dare to approach, just watched him stabilize his figure from a distance, and continued to walk deep.

The expected small lake appeared in Salazar's eyes, and the wooden house by the lake was spotless, obviously cleaned by house elves at all times.Salazar stood outside the door, staring blankly at the half-closed door, feeling a little hesitant.

is it here?Where does he live?Pine's place?Where does his... child live?

The author has something to say: Didn't you update yesterday?Didn't update yesterday...

want to hit the wall...

This is yesterday's chapter...

☆, Salazar of Showdown

Hesitantly pushing the door open, Salazar looked carefully at every corner of the room, and his black eyes gradually turned bright red.

That's right, it's here.A simple black bed and dark green curtains, an armchair carved with serpentine patterns, and a wardrobe that has not used the space expansion spell. This place is almost exactly the same as when I left, as if Pine didn't change the way she wrote in her message. Raising the child that Gryffindor handed over to her here as said, as if the time here has stopped since thousands of years ago.

Who is keeping it attentively?The guy behind?He even died earlier than Pine.In the news that Pine left behind through Hogwarts, "Godric Gryffindor" died of weakened magic power, "Salazar Slytherin" died of an experimental explosion, and at least Pine still has time Raise the child left by that "Salazar".

So, Rowena?Helga?Aren't they already married?

So, only Hogwarts really remembers himself.

Salazar sat down slowly in the armchair, leaned back lazily, and relaxed.

Outside, Godric Gryffindor was a few steps away, silently looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in the room, speechless for a moment.

After a while, he said hoarsely, "Sar..."

"What do you want?" Salazar asked bluntly.

Gryffindor's expression froze immediately.

"Am I wrong?" Salazar didn't know why he was still hesitating, so why not just say it?He didn't pay attention to it before, but now, judging from his experience in Geyaf Continent, the context of the matter is actually very clear.

Kenan Vallo, a white wizard family as famous as Gryffindor, gave birth to an untalented eldest son. How could the elders of the family be reconciled?The bloodline was drawn out and abandoned in the wilderness, but those people did not expect that this child would be taken away by the heir of Gryffindor, because the bloodline of the white wizard was taken away, which stimulated the dark attributes accumulated in the bloodline for countless years, and grew into a Salazar Slytherin, the head of the dark wizard.

That time, what he wanted was the status and glory that belonged to the White Wizard after he overthrew Kenan Valo.

During that time, the witch-killing movement intensified. Regardless of their attributes, all wizards would be hit hardest if they were discovered by the Holy See or even ordinary people, and there were countless examples of being burned by fire.As a friend and savior, Godric Gryffindor wants to protect the little wizard, what else can he say?Spells, classics, collections, and even the school's castle are all spoils of war offered by him after the destruction of Kenan Valor.

That time, what he wanted was his dream and his reputation as the savior of the wizarding world.

With four colleges and four concepts, there are gradually different voices inside the school, and things outside the school are not all smooth sailing.As time went by, more people appeared around both of them, and conflicts would naturally arise in crowded places.From the time when Pyne, who was expelled from Gryffindor, appeared in Slytherin College, the quarrel between the two gradually escalated, and he moved his residence to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and rarely returned to the castle unless necessary.

That time, what he wanted was the absolute dominance between the two and the four students.

Even in the end, his own death, depletion of magic power, and being submerged in the lake became his means of contending with the Holy See.In the memory left by Pine, he was expelled in a vague way, and was attacked on the way out. The signal sent back to Hogwarts was not intercepted, but quickly reached the headmaster.No help, but because that message was only in the hands of the principal from beginning to end.As a result, rescue was long overdue, the Holy See's soldiers and horses were all wiped out, and Salazar Slytherin "run away from school".

That time, what he wanted was the complete authority of the school and the honor of saving the wizarding world.

Now, being approached again, Salazar just wanted to laugh.

One life for another, if there is anything he wants, he will not give it with both hands.

Godric didn't know what Salazar was thinking, but looking at the increasingly stern face, it was obviously not in his favor.So, he instinctively stepped forward, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand, his body hanging above Salazar: "I found you."

Salazar choked for breath, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Then?"

Although he was not happy, Pine still left news about Godric Gryffindor changing blood to become "Salazar Slytherin" and gave birth to heirs. Stepping into a different space.But why?

Perhaps, he already knew what he wanted.

"I had a dream." He decided to say directly, "In Geyaf Continent, I have been taken care of by a god many times, and that god's appearance is exactly like mine."

Godric's aura suddenly weakened.

"I have died many times, but my soul was repatriated by that god, so I was resurrected."

"Related memories are blocked."

"Is that the god of death? The supreme one of the lineage of death?"

"Funny, isn't it? I think so too."

"That god is you, right? Godric Gryffindor, who has the blood of Salazar Slytherin."

"So, did you want a dark-type godhead that time?"

"You sent me back to this world, and now you come to look for me again because of something wrong with your godhead?" Salazar curled up lazily on the chair, raised his head, and quietly looked at the familiar face. Face, "Say it straight, what do you want? The throne belongs to you, I'll just stay here."

Godric Gryffindor's arms trembled slightly, he looked into Salazar's eyes bitterly, and whispered: "No, I..."

"Okay, needless to say. At that time, I really wanted a relative. It was too reckless for me to make a deal with the god of death. It's fine now. I have blood relatives, although my brain is not good; I have contractual ones. Dear ones, although I look like a peacock every day; I have friends, apprentices, and allies, I will not go back. Just tell me, hurry up, I will give you what you want, and then you and I will settle." Salazar Tilting his head slightly, his tone was indifferent from the beginning to the end, and he even paid attention to the soreness of his neck caused by sitting up for too long.

"Two cleans?" Godric asked back.For some reason, Salazar always felt that his tone was particularly dangerous.

"Naturally, the two are clean, what else do you want? Life for life, I don't owe you anything."

Godric Gryffindor grinned.He paid so much, and only got a "clearance"?It also depends on whether he agrees or not!

"Thal," he said sweetly, and softly called Salazar's name, "Are you sure you want to do this? Are you with a broken godhead qualified to say that?"

Salazar's whole body was stiff, his dilated pupils reflected the approaching face, and he couldn't even hide.When he could feel the warm breath of the person on his body, he involuntarily closed his eyes.

"Come on, I'll be your professor next time. Weren't you still worried that I would push that Lockhart into the position of savior? Now I am the one who is not affected by Voldemort's curse. You should be relieved, right? Gryffindor laughed lowly, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me without being a god. Do you need help?"