Hogwarts White Knight

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a moment had passed before Gawain woke up.

He found that he was lying on his back on the ground, with a fine silver thread cushion under his body. Professor Dumbledore was sitting on a high-backed chair that had appeared next to him at an unknown time, holding an exquisite tea cup in his right hand.

"Good morning, Gawain. Would you like some chocolate? A sweet treat wouldn't hurt at a time like this."

Seeing Gawain wake up, Dumbledore said with a relaxed smile. He handed over a peeled chocolate frog, and Gawain took it smoothly and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It seems that you have achieved quite a lot?"

Dumbledore handed him another cup of tea, with a touch of steam rising from the top. It was Gawain's favorite milk-to-sugar ratio as always.

He looked at Gawain, waiting for him to share his previous experience, but Gawain suddenly remembered something.

very important thing.

"Professor, does the Ministry of Magic have an inheritance tax?"

——Indeed, the gems and collections displayed in the first room were illusions, but the wealth Salazar Slytherin left to future generations was not!

That was one of the four giants who were famous for their wealth thousands of years ago. If the accumulated wealth is passed down to this day, it will definitely not be a small number.

"Of course not, but what does it matter?"

Dumbledore looked at Gawain puzzled.

He seemed to be worried that the child had become a fool after sleeping.

"Just now, I got all the wealth that Salazar Slytherin left to his family's descendants. That must be a lot of money, right?"

Gawain looked at Dumbledore expectantly, as if he was looking at the lawyer of a wealthy relative who suddenly died in Saudi Arabia without leaving a will and only one heir.

"Of course, of course. The descendants who inherited Slytherin's wealth became the Gaunt family. They are one of the twenty-eight families. They have a long history and have unparalleled influence in the wizarding world."

Dumbledore did not question, but explained patiently, making Gawain nod frequently.

——Because the stronger and more prosperous the Gaunt family is, the more wealth he has.

But Gawain really never thought that Slytherin would eventually become Gaunt.

He had only seen the name twice, once when he found the name "Corvinus Gaunt" on the bathroom mirror a little while ago.

The other time is now.

But if Gunter is Slytherin...

Then everything can be explained.

As the most influential family, they are likely to be shareholders of Hogwarts, and therefore have great power when renovating the castle's water supply and drainage system.

Even the construction team may be their own.

It is also a success for the Gaunt family, who have Slytherin blood, to be able to master "Parseltongue" and know the secrets of the "Chamber of Secrets".

It was just that they didn't think it was necessary to "clean" the castle again at that time, so they kept it a secret.

"And how much wealth do they have?"

Gawain felt his little heart trembling.

"As one of the oldest wizarding families, the Gaunt family once owned enough gold galleons to fill Gringotts' largest treasury."

Dumbledore said with a sly smile, which made Gawain feel an inexplicable chill.

"Once?"

When he heard the past, Gawain was inexplicably panicked.

“But that was three hundred years ago.

The last known member of the Gaunt family, Morfin Gaunt, died decades ago in Azkaban, accused of brutally murdering several Muggles;

Earlier, his father Marvolo died in a small shed in Great Hangleton. "

Dumbledore said it with a straight face at first, but at the end he suddenly laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry, Gawain, but I just can't help it. Your expression is so interesting."

"professor!"

Gawain protested with some annoyance.

But even he himself could actually understand the reason for Dumbledore's behavior.

Just one second, he was still imagining that he had countless gold galleons, but the next second he learned that the Gunter family had been extinct for half a century.

This is probably similar to a wealthy Saudi tycoon who has a large amount of property, but when Gao Wen was about to sign his inheritance, the lawyer said that the rich man donated all his property to charity the day before his death.

There is only one toothpick left for Gawain.

"That old monkey must know something!"

Gawain thought to himself, but he had no place to take revenge.

"Of course, you didn't get nothing, right? Although I don't know the quality of that shed."

Dumbledore stroked his beard. He was laughing so happily that he didn't stop until Gawain stared at him.

——"Maybe they have some lost magic items left, or valuable wealth, who knows where."

"As for now, it's time for us to go back to the castle. On the way, why don't we talk about what happened in that room just now?"

The white wizard snapped his fingers. He disappeared the blanket, the chair, and the two teacups. He turned around with Fox and walked in the direction he came from.

Gawain hurriedly followed. He hadn't had lunch yet. He had already

I couldn't wait to go back to the auditorium.

On the way back, Gawain picked out the parts that could be told about what happened in the "dream", such as the history of Hogwarts, the legacy left by the Big Four, and that Riddle also came here. Everything was told to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't express any opinions, but he just hoped that Gawain would be more careful when exploring. From his perspective, after opening the door, Gawain suddenly fell into a coma inexplicably and passed out on the ground.

It's just that although the fluctuations in the room were "manic, arrogant, and deep", there was no malice in them. Dumbledore did not take action forcefully, but maintained a cautious attitude and watched from the sidelines.

As for Slytherin's weird contract magic, Gawain remembered it deeply in his mind and swore that he would never use it unless he had to.

Not only because he is still unable to control such a complicated ritual, but also because the magic of this contract has very strict requirements for offering sacrifices.

And He is “absolutely just.”

He does not judge based on the value of the property paid by both parties to the contract, but based on the value of the thing paid in the mind of the contractor.

Of course, this is not absolute. Although "Horkes" represents absolute fairness, there are still many "tricks" that can be used.

——For example, adjusting the expression of the terms, blurring the performance of the contract, or even changing the notary.

As long as you are strong enough to "defend your rights."

In the Forbidden Forest, it was through the combined effect of Gubler's fairy fire and the tent that Salazar simulated a "him" of high enough status that he deceived Ronan into signing the unfair and unfair contract. Open contract.

Gawain actually had a vague guess about what Slytherin paid in the beginning to build such a secret room within a secret room.

Legend has it that in his later years, Salazar Slytherin had a big quarrel with the other founders and left the castle in anger, never to be seen again.

Maybe his anger was genuine.

But he never really left.

——What could be more valuable in the mind of the most arrogant person than his own existence?

At the same time, at the edge of the dark forest.

"Ah!! Damn it!"

Voldemort suddenly let out a loud cry of pain, and his originally handsome face had become twisted into a ball.

"Master! Master! Please forgive me!"

Quirrell, who had only one arm left, sobbed softly.

He didn't know why.

His master would suddenly become angry, and he could hear a hint of vulnerability and panic in his cries of pain, which made Quirrell even more worried.

His appearance was much worse than before.

Many places in the black wizard's robe were hung open by tree branches, and there was a lot of dust on his face. Because there is no headscarf, the look looks particularly weird.

But at least there is one advantage...

He didn't stutter at all.

It was not pleasant to be caught by Dumbledore doing bad things at Hogwarts, especially when he was left behind to find something very important.

If the group of stubborn centaurs hadn't suddenly disappeared some time ago, Quirrell didn't even know what he should have done to survive today.

At the moment, they are in a cramped tent.

It was a gift from a kind, humble, and helpful werewolf gentleman. It was just a pity that the gentleman did not have the opportunity to cook his best French country tomato soup for Quirrell. He was too exhausted and was sent away by Quirrell's killing curse. Got a good sleep.

Hope he wakes up one day.

maybe...

A few minutes passed before the expression on Voldemort's face gradually softened.

Just now, he suddenly felt that his fundamental existence was being deprived bit by bit of some kind of cruel existence. The executor is an extremely majestic will, but he doesn't know the reason.

That's pain at the soul level...

The deepest pain.

But he was also convinced that this part of his soul had not been harmed in any way.

Voldemort had been convinced that no one would know his deepest secrets and that magical number. But the pain just now was still deeply etched in his mind until now.

That was him asking for help and struggling.

Facing death bit by bit.

And there's not just one him.

"What the hell is that?!"

Voldemort was deeply afraid, but he could not reveal it to anyone, not even his servants.

Especially his servants.

"The plan must be advanced, I want that stone! Damn stone!"

He decided to use some "special" means.

"Idiot, you have to move faster! We don't have time to waste! You must do it before the next full moon night!"

Voldemort, who was so angry that he had no way to vent his anger, could only punish the servant severely, causing Quirrell to kneel on the ground.

"Yes, master, master."

Quirrell struggled and rolled on the ground in pain. He begged for mercy in exchange for Voldemort's mercy and allowed him to kneel down. He raised his wand, and a black light lit up.

ps: The Gaunt family and secret room construction information comes from pm