[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

The banquet of the four founders of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft lasted all night. If there was no one to stop it, it must have lasted for more than half a year.

What's wrong with that?

Thousands of years ago, the royal families of various countries just moved between one palace and another. All kinds of extravagance.

This is the luxury of a big country, and the suffering of the people has nothing to do with them.

However, the advantage of being at Hogwarts is that the four of them will not get the resentment of the people at all.

Generation after generation of house elves, guarding the room where the four founders slept, the elves serve the school, but they are loyal to these four amazing people.

Keeping the secret of the four of them falling into a deep sleep, keeping it secret, and guarding it generation after generation, until today——!

Satisfying these four masters is exactly what they long for.

Endless music, bright lights, halls decorated with all kinds of rare treasures, they master the magic to build a fairyland on earth.

Even in the semi-finals tournament that had been stopped long ago, in order to entertain the teachers and students of foreign magic schools, they never made such great efforts.

It's not that they didn't go all out, it's just that they injected all their love and respect this time.

But this banquet can never end forever.

After all, the summer vacation is coming to an end, and Hogwarts is about to reopen.

But who would remind the four of them of this?

House-elves can't speak, and no one else can get in.

Helga blew a butterfly resting on her fingertip into the air. The butterfly made of ice turned into water mist and dissipated in the air, and then became a dragon made of mist, spewing pale white smoke in the air.

"Okay, we have guests."

Rowena took out the book in her hand.

There was a note in the book.

The note was written in very beautiful cursive.

The content of the note is actually very simple.

[School is about to start, do you want to release the hall quickly so that the teachers can prepare for the opening ceremony? 】

"The current head of Ravenclaw has no excuses."

Who doesn't know that the decoration of the opening ceremony depends on the house-elf?

"Maybe it's not the case now?"

"Let the teacher do these things? Don't be kidding, are they slaves? Or servants?"

"Do it yourself, Rowena, do it yourself. You also repaired the gates and walls of Hogwarts."

"My dear Godric, if you mention these things again, I will let you know that eagles are not easy to mess with."

Rowena touched her wand, her fingertips slid across the wand, and a string of red stars fell from mid-air.

Salazar on the side didn't want to watch the quarrel between the two.

Stop it, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw arguing?

Dogs don't want to take care of it?

After carefully wiping the cream off Helga's mouth, he threw away the handkerchief before standing up.

Raising the wand, he raised the tip of the wand casually and lazily, and then swung it to the right.

The magic that blocked the Hogwarts hall was lifted, and the school staff who had been waiting at the door for a long time were able to enter the hall.

When entering the hall, the first thing you see is a man and a woman who are at war with each other.

One of the two of them rolled up the sleeves of their robes and prepared to fight, while the other apologized insincerely while hiding.

"Please Rowena, save me a little face in front of our successor."

However, Rowena, who was holding her sleeves, didn't care about the other party's teasing at all. After kicking the other party's calf, she raised her eyebrows a little arrogantly: "What are you standing there for?"

With a wave of her magic wand, the purely decorative ribbons in the hall were swept away, and a more concise and lively large space was replaced.

The non-life constructed by magic also disappeared.

The eyes of the other teachers fell on another man with a gloomy expression.

After the man in the dark green magic robe ruled out Gryffindor's choice, the overwhelming sense of deterrence that even made the hairs stand on end all over his body——

And also the Evolution of Evil Majesty's predecessor.

Does this require any identification?

That overwhelming majesty, who would be wrong.

"Merlin, this is Slytherin..."

A chubby, amiable professor covered his head and yelled in a low voice in disbelief.

Then he was scratched severely by the snake king's eye knife.

Holding a teacup, Helga stood in the middle of the cleaned-up hall and couldn't help sighing. She still had a few small biscuits to eat.

"Want a cup of tea?"

An amiable smile, white hair and red eyes as recorded in the legend.

When I read the school history records, I still felt that the founder of Hufflepuff should not have such an exaggerated appearance. However, only after seeing the real person would I know that from a modern medical point of view, she should be an albino.

Godric had already walked over with great interest.

Those curious and interesting eyes, full of inquiry, will not change no matter how many years pass.

"Oh, who is the current principal?"

"No, no, don't say it."

He glanced at it, and immediately walked towards a person standing in the middle.

"You, right?"

Rowena flipped through the school history——

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Ha, a Gryffindor."

Godric was very happy, but what he never expected was that even his own school could have an extremely weird old-fashioned dean.

"Oh, Salazar, I think it would be perfect if our dean could be changed."

Salazar sneered and patted Godric's hand off his shoulder.

His disgusted look made their "successors" think of the rumors of Gryffindor and Slytherin's disagreement that have spread for thousands of years.

It doesn't suit you big-headed ghost!

The two of them clearly dislike each other terribly, but they are the kind of friends who won't let others dislike each other, right?

History is so deceiving!

Cursing the idiot recorder who wrote the history books and school histories in his heart, Professor Slughorn, the head of Slytherin, praised the taste of the tea used in the tea party he was invited to—

Salazar still had that gloomy look.

And Rowena was very happy to talk to Professor Fei Liwei.

"So, do you want to go to the science and technology exhibition together next time? I have already got the exhibition ticket."

God knows how this lady got the exhibit ticket.

Always felt like she was doing something bad with the house-elf.

"Well technology...you mean," Professor Fleetwee struggled hard, "Muggle technology?"

"Muggles? Ah, you mean normal people? Yes, what's the problem?"

Rowena felt that the head of Ravenclaw of this generation was really making too much fuss, so wild.

"Thousands of years have passed, I think they must be able to come up with more interesting technologies than windmills. I have seen materials that say they went to the moon—"

Professor Slughorn gave up his plan to speak to the founder of his own college, and he decided to change his communication partner.

"That's an American conspiracy..."

"Ha, so what? The whole world believed it anyway, didn't it? Why didn't I believe it? Airplanes, televisions, computers, the industrial revolution, the information revolution, they are amazing! But I didn't expect that England even had its own colonies. I can't keep it, I almost want to write a long article to that Washington to praise his great achievements! Hahaha, what a nonsense about the empire that the sun never sets, and the bullshit is punctured if it doesn't come back, it's a shame—"

Helga picked up Rowena's teacup.

"Rowena, have some tea."

"This is the subjugated princess of France. It is correct not to have a good impression of this country."

"My country is alive!"

"That's another way of saying it." Salazar lightly changed his explanation, "All members of the royal family died and the princess was recognized by the republic that overthrew the monarchy 1000 years ago."

Even Helga would unconsciously make up for it.

"Hasn't Rowena been dismissed long ago?"

Godric beat the table to suppress his desire to laugh out loud.

Ah, laughing at each other, making up for each other and caring for each other in the next second, this is the daily life of the Big Four at Hogwarts.

The happy time in the tea party always passed quickly, at least Godric, who was lying on the table holding back his laughter, immediately became serious and serious in the next second.

The face becomes faster than turning the pages of a book.

"So, you're having trouble, right?"

One of the four founders of Hogwarts and the first principal of the school, he saw through the troubles of these successors at a glance.

"The darkness behind you is like a shadow."

Hufflepuff, who always looks like a fool, is actually not a pure fool.

She just told the truth like a poem.

As for Salazar?

He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, turned the cup upside down on the table, and let the tea leaves take shape.

Rowena clapped her hands aside.

"How rare, I have seen Salazar divination twice, and this is the third time."

what the hell!

Why no one said that Salazar Slytherin was a fortuneteller.

"Isn't this a must-have skill? I remember that the divination class was specially included in the elective class."

There are too many professors in this class who do the same job as liars.

No one dared to say that.

Even Professor McGonagall, who doesn't believe in divination and divination at all, didn't refuse to listen to the divination ace female guard of the founder of Slytherin, the concubine of the mysterious prince.

"Who said I was divination?"

Salazar looked at the group of guys waiting for his divination results with a look of "stupid".

"I just didn't expect that group of house elves to dare to take the tea leaves I prepared."

"Tea leaves that have been stored for 1000 years?"

"No, more than 1000 years."

Rowena's expression is just so wonderful.

However, she raised her head and finished the tea.

"Stop messing around, I dare to drink potions that have been put in for 1000 years. Do you think I will say 'what the hell' and run out with my face covered? Just kidding, the Holy See and I fought against a vampire family alone At that time, you and Godric were still lying on the bed like adolescent boys, waiting for the blood to return."

"I think," Helga held the teacup with a smile, "it should be that the tea tree you planted, Salazar, survived."

"You guys are amazing, you actually took care of Salazar's tea tree so well."

Helga praised the elf she summoned, and then gave him a new task before the elf hit the wall.

"Get ready for some desserts for the tea party."

Crackling, mountains of desserts immediately appeared on the table.

Salazar's face darkened.

He stood up.

"Godric," said the first headmaster of Slytherin, not forgetting to bring his friends out of the sea of ​​suffering, "let's solve some minor problems of these successors."

He would never eat dessert again anyway.

Rowena laughed.

That dignified smile looked like the witch who boasted about her record and winning percentage before was just an illusion.

"Professor Fei Liwei, would you like to visit London with me?"

"of course."

Helga looked at the principal with a white beard and several other people left behind, and slowly put down the teacup in her hand.

"It is said that King Arthur did not die, but was escorted to Avalon by the fairies. When the country fell into war and disputes again, he would appear again to save the country."

She found a good explanation for three friends who didn't want to eat these desserts.

"We're a little late, but this battle has just begun, hasn't it?"

"It's a long time... let's chat for a while before Salazar and Godric return home in triumph."

She picked up the teacup again.

correct.

It's still a long time, and she still has a lot of time.

We can get to know each other, and when we are together——

The time that has been dusted, the time that has been stopped has restarted the flow and calculation.

Now, she still has enough time.

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