hp Ouroboros

Poor old Mike was a clerk in a tiny 'Land Titles Registry' under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic's super department 'Magical Law Enforcement'.

In the so-called transaction of land, in addition to paying money, the buyer and the seller need to go to the Land Ownership Registration Office of the Ministry of Magic to register the transfer of land-because the procedures are too troublesome, the Ministry of Magic soon developed the "Land Ownership" that can automatically register. This also makes the land registration office, which is already a small department, more streamlined. Old Mike is one of the four existing small staff in the land registration office.

There is a strange rumor circulating in the office: for some reason, the large piece of land across the river from Hogwarts School cannot be bought or sold at all.

The large piece of land opposite Hogwarts is very strange. Whether it was trying to register the unowned land as the Ministry of Magic when the Ministry of Magic was newly established, or many families tried to purchase and register it later, the "Land Register" is Unable to add their names.Originally, after paying the money to the Ministry of Magic, the buyer's name could be seen directly on the automatically registered "Land Ownership Register", but it is obvious that this rule does not apply to this piece of land.

The automatic registration function is disabled. This kind of weird thing has never happened before, but it doesn't matter, there are still staff in the Ministry of Magic who can add it manually!But the strange thing is that even if the staff handwrites the buyer's name, the name will disappear automatically the moment it is finished!After several failed attempts to complete the registration, no one else wanted to buy that inexplicable land again.

Opening the "Land Registry" every day and checking the information on it is a boring job every land registrar has to do every day. Looking at the blank page about the strange land belongs to is naturally part of this boring job .

Poor old Mike, as the only clerk in the Land Registry, he was just doing what the ex, ex... clerk had to do every day.Who knew that in the early morning of November 13th, he opened the "Roster", and on the page that should have been blank, there appeared a large cursive word 'Sylvia Slytherin'.

Old Mike rubbed his eyes, opened them and read them again, the thin and winding fonts, the dark green ink...

Old Mike closed the "Roster" which was as thick as two fists with a "bang!" He sat on his seat and stared blankly at the ceiling which looked clean but had some mildew in the corners. Well, he was sure now He's literally sitting in the office he's been in for 37 years.

Vertigo maybe?Those damned aristocrats always like to develop all kinds of cursive characters, probably to make it difficult for people to see what letters are written to show their 'aristocratic temperament'.

I am sure that I am in the office and it must be just the vertigo of 'going to work syndrome', and questioning my cursive calligraphy skills that I have practiced for more than 30 years in order to see the various cursive characters signed by the nobles. Two things I don't know Which one gave old Mike some courage to open the "Roster" again.

Old Mike looked at the string of names, letter by letter...

On the morning of November 10th, the only three other employees of the Land Ownership Registration Office, one or two were still in the stage of chatting and drinking coffee [-] minutes after the start of work. The little staff members who stimulated the scene were frightened.When someone finally remembered that it was the voice of the old Mike who was in charge of checking the "roster" every day, he hurriedly stepped on the coffee spilled by his colleagues on the floor, brushed away the documents that were still flying in the air, and finally rushed into the office for the last time. In the corner cubicle, poor old Mike had passed out on the floor.

On his desk, the "roster" was quietly spread out on that miraculous page, and what was even more miraculous was that there was a name on it—a name that could make people faint—'Sylvia Slater Forest'.

In fact, before the old Mike in the Land Registry Office fainted, there were faint signs of chaos in the Ministry of Magic at night. Although it seemed that everyone was busy with different things, there seemed to be some subtle patterns in the hustle and bustle.

The biggest mover was the 'Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts'.The two super magical creature monitors installed in the "Beast Office" and "Alien Office" under its jurisdiction all uncharacteristically emit the screams of various strange creatures.The staff who stayed on shift were suddenly frightened and either dropped the feed bucket in their hands or scratched the document they were writing in their hands.Some of the magical creatures temporarily kept by the department were probably also frightened, flying around and flopping around, making the Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts, which was not tidy in the first place, even more chaotic.

In this chaos, it is rare that there is such a slightly sober employee in the department who hastened to contact the staff of the "Magic Maintenance Department" who is in charge of maintaining the equipment to come over and take a look. The staff of the "Error Information Office" under the department can see I'm about to quarrel with the people in the Beast and Alien offices, maybe I need to call the people in the Auror office to come over for support?

The special-grade magical creature monitor is used to monitor extinct or almost extinct magical creatures, and basically it may not be called once in decades.Dragged from the comfort of their homes to the Department of Magical Beasts, the repair and maintenance staff of Magical Beasts scratched the tops of their bald heads amidst the chaos, trying to figure out what was wrong with the thing. Obviously, they, like the staff in the magical creature office, don't think that those extinct or about to become extinct magical creatures suddenly unanimously decided to produce at the same time—the birth of a new super magical creature can only be caused by the sudden ringing of the detector reason - but the Misinformation Office folks just don't think there was a mistake...

When the employees of several different offices rolled up their sleeves and were about to fight among the noisy group of magical animals, the startled Aurors finally arrived.

The Ministry of Magic greeted the second day in partial chaos, and then received the shocking news from the Land Registry Office just 10 minutes after the start of work in the morning - the world was in chaos.

The first to bear the brunt is probably the public information service.The Daily Prophet reporters who were resident at the Ministry of Magic couldn't enter the Ministry of Magic office at will, so they all crowded into the only Ministry of Magic office they could squeeze in-the Ministry of Magic Public Information Office.And they refused to believe that the press staff knew as little about it as they did!The miserable staff of the news office had to repeat the only news they knew over and over again when they were about to be strangled to death—Slytherin Manor was opened, and the heir was a woman named Sylvia.

November at Hogwarts was getting very cold, but that also meant that Quidditch season was about to start.After several weeks of training, Harry's first match in his life was about to start in a few hours. As usual, the first Quidditch game at the beginning of the season was always between Gryffindor and Slytherin. , if Gryffindor wins, their ranking in the House Cup will rise to No.2.

It was a sunny and cold day, the restaurant smelled of grilled sausages and everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch game, especially the Gryffindors who chatted happily.

"You have to have some breakfast." Hermione, who had reconciled with Harry and Ron, sat next to Harry and advised.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry had a pale face. He had no appetite now, or let alone an appetite. Harry didn't think he could feel the stomach as an organ in his body at all.

Just when Hermione was going to continue coaxing Harry to eat something, owls flew in through the skylight of the auditorium. They brought letters and small packages from home to their masters, and some came to send little wizards Subscribe to the Daily Prophet.

There was a flutter of bird feathers, and the little wizards got the letters from home and this morning's "Daily Prophet"

"Kang Dang!" "Clang!" "Boom!"... All kinds of voices rang out on the dining table, someone dropped the tableware, someone spewed undrinked pumpkin juice, and some little wizards were stunned. He opened his mouth wide, not even noticing that the roast meat in his mouth fell out.

"Merlin!!" Hermione exclaimed and threw down the toast she was about to give to Harry. She grabbed the "Daily Prophet" she had subscribed to on the table, and the big headline on the front page read " The orthodox heir of Salazar Slytherin appears?! Who opened the hidden Slytherin manor for thousands of years?!"

The entire auditorium was very uniformly filled with the sound of flipping newspapers, and the little wizards who hadn't ordered newspapers also gathered around those students who had newspapers and started reading.

When Hogwarts or the entire wizarding world was in a commotion, probably only Miss Camille, who was in the third year of Gryffindor, could continue to concentrate on eating her breakfast... no, she is concentrating now Drag someone else's breakfast in front of you, and prepare to eat it later.Anyway, they don't plan to eat it, do they? What a waste to throw away!

On the other side, at the Slytherin dining table, the half-tired Sylvia, who hadn't slept well all night, wanted to have breakfast but had to fall into the silent gaze of all Hogwarts students and staff, well, then The group of enraged Gryffindors who had barely thrown their knives and forks at her wasn't exactly silent.

Sylvia recalled the situation when she woke up early this morning in the strange eyes of all the teachers and students.

She woke up in the medical wing, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a formally dressed goblin standing next to her bed... Sylvia thought it was polite not to scream out of fear up.

"Good morning, Miss Slytherin." The elf with a serious expression bowed to Sylvia very politely.

"Miss Slytherin? Are you mistaken? I'm not..."

"After you passed out yesterday, this Mr. Goblin named Alger, who claimed to be the butler of the Slytherin family, suddenly appeared." Camille's voice came from the other side of Sylvia's bed, with a "swish" , the white curtain of the compartment was pulled open by Camille.

"Camille! You...!" Although she seemed to hear something from Slytherin, Sylvia was more concerned about Camille sitting on the bed next to her. The scars from the knife cuts, she was wearing clothes, it was not clear if her body was as scarred as her face.

"Huh? Oh, these are nothing serious," Camille waved his hand indifferently, "Madame Pomfrey said that wounds cut by pure magic power will heal slowly, but I heal quickly, and this scar will heal in the afternoon. will disappear."

So yesterday, it was really that werewolf girl who rushed into her magic storm alone and hugged her to make her persevere!Sylvia was cutting the steak on the plate. She just woke up early in the morning, so she must not be in the mood yet, otherwise why didn't she think of giving that cute girl a big hug!

Oh, yes, and she turned out to be the only orthodox descendant of the Slytherin family in more than 1000 years!She was tossed by the magic power explosion in the middle of the night and almost died, but woke up early in the morning and was informed that she was the heir of a great family? !

Until now, a few hours later, Sylvia still didn't know what kind of expression she should show to express her mixed emotions of bewilderment and shock about this matter.Sylvia couldn't digest this sudden information at all before, so she directly asked Alger to wait in her dormitory first, and he obediently disappeared from the medical wing with a "poof".Sylvia thought it would be best for her to go to her dormitory first to see if the goblin Mr. Alger was still there. Now all the wizards in Hogwarts are holding The "Daily Prophet" who wrote that Sylvia Slytherin is the orthodox descendant of the Slytherin family is staring at her, so it should not be her imagination...

In the principal's office, Principal Dumbledore pushed open the door with a worried and exhausted face and walked into the office. He was wearing the wool cloak that he wore when he went out urgently last night. Inside was a purple one with yellow stars on it that was too late to change. pajamas.

The portraits on the wall are now only empty photo frames, and the principals inside don't know where they went.Dumbledore walked to the desk, where the half-drunk lemon tea that looked sticky had already cooled down.

Dumbledore pressed somewhere on the bookshelf behind his seat, and the bookshelf turned into a door, and he walked in. It was a small stone room, and there was only a small simple log table inside. There is a thick college roster on it.Dumbledore drew out his wand and clicked on the roster, and it automatically turned to one of the pages. There were many names on that page, and a name written in green ink stood out from the list written in a pile of black ink—— Sylvia Slytherin.