Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter [-]: The Tombstone of the Snake Whisperer [Extra Story]

"Salazar, are you sure you want to leave? Leave this safe haven we built together?!"

"I can't see the future here, Godric, I can't change your mind, just as you can't change mine, so what's the point of my staying here?"

"Just because of this!? Just because of this, you will give up our long-term efforts!?"

Wearing a dark green robe, Slytherin turned around, and the pouring rainwater dripped from his angular chin. He stared at the former friend in front of him, and the words he spit out were as sharp as a blade:

"We are no longer young, Godric, don't be naive anymore, do you really think that we can live in a corner by hiding in this corner!? If we don't do anything, the only thing waiting for us wizards It could be an extremely cruel future!"

"Maybe we can't change the status quo, but we still have hope, we can wait, we can pass the future to the next generation, maybe they can think of a real solution..."

"Enough! Wait!? This is called sitting and waiting! If we don't do anything, then we can't change anything!"

Slytherin took out his wand and pointed it at Gryffindor in front of him. He gritted his teeth and gasped, his breathing sounded like thunder:

"Godric, I thought you were just a little naive, but I found out that I was wrong, you are just running away! You are running away from the inevitable future, you are a coward!"

"No! You are crazy! If my life can stop the madness of the Holy See, I will never blink! But this is not an excuse for recklessness! Salazar, our strength cannot stand against the Holy See! Don't you see Do not understand!"

Gryffindor opened his hands, facing Slytherin's wand, and the rain washed away, and the faces of the two were dripping with sweat or tears.

"Hehe, that's why you choose those bastards who are destined to be vacillating? Are you learning from the Holy See? Learning from their brainwashing skills?"

"Those children are also wizards! They are also victims of the Holy See! We have a common enemy!"

"Are you saying that those bastards who wield their scepters and order a group of muggles from above to arrest our compatriots are also wizards!!! Why and who do you think we are here today!! I absolutely Won't admit that those bastards are wizards too! Never!!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and the dull thunder beat on the chests of the two once closest comrades-in-arms like drums. The two had only one other in their eyes.

Slytherin put away his wand, he turned his back, and chose to turn his back on all the past:

"You can't convince me, Godric, there is no place for me here anymore, just the three of you can run this school well, can't you?"

"Salazar..."

"I have to find the answer by myself, even if it's just me, I have to fight alone."

"Why? We can cultivate better successors, we can teach more strength to resist the Holy See, as long as we accumulate strength step by step, we have a chance to defeat the Holy See, isn't that what we decided at the beginning, and we have come all the way Why? Why are you abandoning us at this time..."

"and then?"

"what?"

Slytherin said without looking back: "After defeating the Holy See? Where should we wizards go? Will these students you teach agree that we enslave their Muggle parents in turn?"

"What? Of course we wouldn't do that! Why would we enslave Muggles? It's not—"

"This is where our differences lie, Godric. You never understood that wizards and Muggles cannot coexist peacefully. We wizards and Muggles are different but the same. We are born with stronger Human beings of strength, which make us and destroy us..."

"In the words of the church, pretentious wizards will go to [arrogance], and stupid Muggles will go to [jealousy]. They also tried to make everyone abandon the so-called original sin and go to coexistence at the beginning, but the result? They are waving They are chasing us with butcher knives!"

"In the final analysis, we humans are creatures that like to fight. There is no option for peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles. There is no other option except for one side to enslave the other."

"Salazar, your thoughts are too pessimistic. There must be a perfect solution. Maybe we can't think of it, but there is always hope in the future. Isn't it a solution for us to guard this tiny flame together? Salazar, don't go, Hogwarts needs your strength..."

"Maybe you're right..." Slytherin raised his head, looking at the dim sky with no sunlight above his head:
"But that won't be my answer. I can't wait for that day to come, and I won't pin my hopes on the illusory future."

"Goodbye, Godric. I'm going to Rome to find more possibilities. I can distract them by going there. Oh, I'm under their noses. They can't Come to trouble my castle, don't worry, I won't let the existence of Hogwarts be exposed."

"Salazar..."

"So farewell, my friend, Rowena never cares about these troublesome things, I can never understand Helga's thoughts, Godric, you are the only one of my comrades in arms from the beginning to the end , but now, we are going our separate ways."

"I don't know if the path I chose is correct, and I don't know if the future you expect will come, but I have never forgotten my original intention, and I hope you will not forget either."

"For the wizard."

The figure of Slytherin disappeared into the rain.

That day, Gryffindor stood on the long bridge at Hogwarts for a long, long time, until the dumping stopped, until the rain cleared.

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50 years later.

An old figure set foot on the land where he once grew up, his accent remained unchanged, but his back was not as straight as it was when he was young.

He saw his former friend again, smiled at each other, and said a thousand words without saying anything.

"You're old, Salazar."

"You too, Godric."

More than 50 years ago, it was Slytherin who took Gryffindor to visit his castle. Now, 50 years later, it is Gryffindor who took Slytherin through this school.

Neither of them asked how the other was doing. Although they hadn't met each other over the years, they had always paid attention to each other's news. The tacit understanding of being friends had never changed over the years.

"It's great to see you. Without your help, we wouldn't be sure about Rowena."

"Is she going to take this step after all? Eternal life is actually not something that can be easily decided. Perhaps Rowena is the only one among us who can persevere."

"Her dream has always been to pass on the knowledge of wizards forever. This is the path she chose. It is a happy thing to have such a simple and direct dream..."

"..." The two stood in front of the auditorium, facing the sunset in the distance, silent to each other.

Gryffindor asked, "Have you found your answer?"

"Unfortunately, I am a failure. After all these years, I have failed to achieve anything." Slytherin straightened his back and smiled helplessly.

"You have done enough, the ruin of the Holy See has already appeared, hasn't it?"

"Perhaps, without the strongest angel, the Holy See really can't last for a few years."

"Hehe, I may not see that day..."

"..." Slytherin, who lost his eyes, looked at his old friend's straight chest and back, saw the gradually dimming soul fire in his body, and a trace of sadness seemed to flash across his godless eyes, but his eyes In fact, it has lost its luster.

Gryffindor smiled openly: "Let's not talk about this, how are you preparing for the test that Helga asked you to prepare for the younger generation? Let me tell you that I have prepared a great idea! I will definitely give it to the younger generation. What a surprise for the boys! Hahaha!"

"That kind of thing, just mess with it. I came back here just to build a tombstone for myself."

"Eh? Didn't you agree with Helga's plan? Don't you want to go back on your word! Why do you get older and more unreliable!"

"Idiot. I never believed there was a test for what a man is,"

Leaning on crutches, Slytherin snorted coldly: "Whether you have the courage to bear this strength, I will use my eyes to judge."

"Huh? Are you planning to live with Rowena forever?"

"No, I said it, I came back to build a tombstone for myself."

"Hehehe, what do you plan to write on your epitaph?"

"Only those who really died will leave an epitaph. As long as I don't see the final result, I won't really die."

"I will use these eyes to witness the future that I can't imagine - from my tombstone."

[End of "The Secret of the Snake Whisperer"]

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