[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

A curtain hangs above the wooden four-poster bed, and a woman sleeps on the soft eiderdown quilt.

The changing times have not encroached on this room.

The woman on the bed spent thousands of years in her sleep.

The enclosed room isolates the concepts of time and space.

The woman opened her eyes on this day.

The wind brought fresh air, and the once stopped time flowed again, and the barely audible silver bell went to another room along the originally set clues.

The sleeping man heard the ringtone and opened his eyes. He stood up and ran towards the closed room just like yesterday.

However, when he stood at the door, he didn't know how to speak.

Not sure whether to step in the door.

He hesitated like a boy, standing at the door of the girl he loved but shyly dared not step in.

The woman who woke up from her sleep looked at the man standing at the door and opened her mouth.

"Good morning, Salazar."

"Helga, it's getting late."

This is the usual conversation starter.

"Oh, sorry, I overslept."

Still the usual conversation.

"No, it's nothing." The dry voice at the beginning quickly returned to its original state, "It doesn't matter."

This usual is the "miracle" that men have been looking forward to for thousands of years and finally come.

"I remember, I passed out."

"Yes. Rowena was so scared that she was about to cry."

"Well……"

She tried to get up from the bed, but struggled a bit, then fell back to the original position.

"I have no strength."

The man strode towards her bedside.

"I made a potion for you." However, the counter in the crystal funnel beside the bed accumulated a number that surprised him a little, "No, let's drink some soup first."

"Okay." The woman - Helga nodded, and left the professional things to professional people to do. When she swallowed the hot soup brought by the elf, she remembered that she hadn't done this.

"Sorry, Salazar."

"Why do you say sorry?"

No amount of dissatisfaction and resentment has disappeared in a long time

Genius baby, the CEO daddy is so mighty.

Only she is still alive yesterday.

Live that day.

Her memory still lingers on that day.

"make you worry."

After swallowing the hot soup that Salazar fed her, Helga smiled apologetically.

"No need to apologize." Salazar continued to feed Helga hot soup with a spoon in his hand, "I won't say it a second time."

"I see." After being fed the soup by Salazar, Helga showed a sleepy expression again, "I'll sleep for a while."

"Good night." After she closed her eyes, Salazar reached out to stroke Helga's hair, "Have a good dream."

The wizard's blessing brought Helga a sweet dream.

After she opened her eyes again and changed into casual clothes, she was able to have lunch with Salazar in full swing.

"I don't remember having a dream."

She was still talking about her own affairs while eating the bread, but Salazar, who was usually annoyed and stuffed bread into her mouth desperately, compromised this time and listened to her nagging some useless things.

"But I always think it's a good dream."

"Is that so?"

Sarah inspected the blueberries on her plate with a look of disgust on her face.

Unfortunately, this was seen by Helga.

"Ah, Salazar, you don't like eating blueberries."

She moved the plate smoothly.

He looked over with a pleasing expression.

"Give it to me."

"I don't know why you like to eat this stuff." Salazar swept all the blueberries into Helga's plate.

Just as the two of them were about to finish their dinner, there was a knock on the door.

The voice was urgent and heavy.

Sarah checked Helga and picked up the next piece of blueberry cake before lazily waving her wand.

He didn't even want to get up and open the door.

One of the four giants of Hogwarts, one of the four houses named after him - the first head of Slytherin, at the moment, all eyes are full of Helga.

She slept for so long.

The vicissitudes of life turned into mulberry fields.

The bloodline of the Plantagenet dynasty has been severed.

A wild family of unknown origins climbed to the throne.

The crown of England fell into the hands of an illegitimate son.

So what?

In the face of the end of the French royal family that has long been a passing cloud, the royal family that has become the mascot seems to be more lucky.

However, the blue-blooded aristocrat with the most orthodox French royal family came in the broken light.

Long blond hair, arrogant eyes, the daughter of His Majesty the King of France, who is boasted as the "King of Kings", is actually a genuine witch Leng Di is unscrupulous, and the demon queen is playing tricks.

Her mother's lineage goes all the way back to the time when God sent the Son of God to the world.

Even more distant past.

In the era when France was still called Gaul, and the empire that ruled the continent of Europe was called Rome, one of her ancestors had already used a flame that ignited spontaneously without wind to bring down torrents of rain in the sweltering summer.

The potion made from picked herbs can dispel the shadow of disease and bring down the sword of death that takes life.

Their family passed down this knowledge from generation to generation, avoided witch hunting, hid in the palace, and grandiosely turned a princess of a country into a witch.

"Rowena."

The last descendants of the Son of God spit out the names of the last members of the royal family of France.

Even though they have been separated for thousands of years, their friendship has not faded over time.

Rowena strode forward to meet Helga's smile, and made a gesture of "contempt" on her back——Salazar pretended not to see it, but she was making out with Helga on the face He said: "Helga, your illness is cured, but I am not the first person to see you."

"I just fell asleep."

It's not just as simple as she said.

Godric brought back the legendary herbal medicine from the hidden realm, Salazar found the magic potion formula that made people laugh at it as daydreaming, and Rowena calculated and rewritten the irrationality in the ancient formula place.

Gathering the hands of the most outstanding three people in the world, they created a "miracle" that turned "mortal death" into sleep.

Then, after dealing with the Hogwarts matter, the three of them went to the room they left for themselves in the castle one by one.

I fell into a sweet sleep with my best friend.

Rowena looked at Helga, and it took only a moment for her to realize what had happened since Salazar hadn't told her about "the thing".

He actually left this kind of thing to me.

Rowena complained in her heart, and then thought of suitable words, trying to briefly summarize what happened after her friend fell asleep.

"How can I leave you alone?"

The sentences recited from Rowena's mouth were as sweet as a cake mixed with honey and sprinkled with a thick layer of frosting. Although Helga didn't know why she said that, she also noticed something was wrong.

Salazar scolded Rowena, the cunning friend in a low voice, and was about to take back the mess he threw out with the most elegant smile, but just as he opened his mouth, the door was opened again up.

This time, someone knocked open the door forcefully.

A young man in a black wizard robe came wrapped in the wind.

His whole body was filled with joy and joy, and he couldn't see Rowena's white eyes, and didn't care about Salazar's slightly vicious eyes—he had experienced so much of these things in the previous years that he didn't care about them at all. It's a joke--

The young man hugged Helga who was sitting on the chair.

He held Helga in his arms and turned around several times.

"Helga, Helga, I miss you so much!"

Rowena broke the ceramic spoon in her hand, the CEO, only love but not marriage.

This small spoon was originally used by her to stir the black tea and the milk added to it.

"Godric." Helga laughed excitedly at the young man's excitement. After meeting Godric, she was infected by his never-to-be-daunted mood, and even her mood changed. Change.

"Godric, put me down!"

She laughed happily, screamed, was thrown into the sky, and fell into a warm embrace again.

Godric rested his head on Helga's hair, stroked her long hair, and murmured.

"Welcome home, Helga."

This is the best greeting Helga has ever heard after thousands of years.

The descendant of Miko, who was embraced by Her Royal Highness's knight, accepted Mr. Knight's intimacy like a cub caring for each other.

When Salazar finally told what Helga didn't know.

The three friends in Chaohu were unexpected, but Helga calmly accepted the fact that it was already a thousand years later.

However, this is within reason.

Her former student has passed away for thousands of years, but her friend has always been by her side.

Sleep together for a thousand years for her.

This friendship is stronger and deeper than love.

"Come on, let's have a celebratory banquet."

Rowena was the original headmaster of Ravenclaw, and the students of Ravenclaw, known in the magic world for her profound knowledge and collection of books, did not know that her first headmaster was a princess who liked to hold banquets from the bottom of her heart.

At the beginning of the establishment of the school, it was impossible to hold dances one after another due to forced conditions, but the reason for holding the banquet this time could not be more legitimate.

Godric and Salazar, the two former headmasters of Hogwarts, waved their wands, and the house-elves who were on standby in the castle were driven up.

Even without the two of them waving their wands, the house-elves would be vying to provide the best and best service to the feast.

Hogwarts Castle during the summer vacation was originally a closed building.

Students have gone home and teachers have been given a two-month vacation.

Only when the summer vacation draws to a close will teachers return to school one after another.

The castle is in complete silence during the summer holidays.

Except for ghosts and portraits, there are no other living people.

However, on this day, the entire castle was mobilized.

The portraits stared dumbfounded at the house-elves running around in the castle, and watched them arrange the castle into a luxurious scene that didn't fit the school style at all.

"Is this crazy?"

The fat lady of Gryffindor whispered to her portrait companions.

Ravenclaw's Cinderella ghost looked at the ribbon pulled up from her side, which was a ribbon entwined with the four representative colors of red, green, blue, and yellow.

"This is……"

She lowered her voice and did not express her conjecture to the bloodthirsty red lotus, concubine of the world-shocking Pluto.

"knight!"

Crazy Sir rides his fat horse, stepping over one portrait after another, frantically chasing the phantom knight in silver armor galloping past the castle on a steed.

The portraits of past principals in the principal's office were also awakened by the joy that filled the entire castle.

"House-elves... what the hell is going on?"

This is the doubt of the non-human inhabitants of all castles.

"came back."

Some elf saw a respectable historical headmaster (he once led the school through the difficult years of the country's transition between Puritanism and state religion), and he bowed his head deeply.

Quickly answered the headmaster's question.

"They're back!"

He scratched his ears happily, laughed loudly, and then disappeared in place.

The headmaster looked dumbfounded.

In the end what happened?

Even during the abolished Triwizard Tournament, when foreign wizarding schools came to Hogwarts to entertain foreign wizarding schools - Hogwarts was never decorated like a luxury.

"How much will it cost this time?"

As soon as Helga stepped out of the door, she was overwhelmed by the vines spreading in the corridor and the flowers dotted among them.

When she thought of the painful experience of growing plants by herself in order to raise funds for the school, and then letting Salazar take them to make expensive potions and sell them, she felt that the cost of this banquet was too high.

"It's all worth it."

The first head of Slytherin, who developed magic for her, browsed through ancient books, and created priceless potions that cannot be duplicated. The sinister and vicious Slytherin is well-known in the world, but he seems to be in love. The curable idiot carefully held the hand of his beloved girl and led her on a journey like exploring a secret land.

"I think it's a great idea."

Rowena poked Godric's arm with a grin. She was watching the pair walk around the corner with him.

"Don't be kidding me."

Godric would give her an innocent, almost goofy smile.

"Let's go play too."

The knight hugged Her Royal Highness horizontally, but Her Royal Highness did not curse him for his rude behavior.

After all, the title deed of this castle still bears the names of the four of them, and they have all the rights to use the castle, no matter what they want to do here, no one can question it.

In fact, no one... dares to question anything.

All the portraits and ghosts were stunned.

Is there anything more terrifying than the resurrection of the dead?

Oh, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff are actually a couple!

Mamma Mia!