There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

There are legends in the world that when Salazar Slytherin died, he hid all his treasures, knowledge, and secrets in the secret room, waiting for fate.

The heir of the Chamber of Secrets can be said to be the alternate generation of Salazar Slytherin.

All the Slytherins were excited.

Who wouldn't want to inherit Salazar's mantle?

Profound spells, precious treasures, powerful magic props, everything is hidden in the secret room.

Knowing who the heir to the secret room is, you can find ways to kill him, steal his treasure, sleep with him, beat him with something.

Students from other faculties also showed interest.

"Using magic is right, and using it evil is evil." Wood coughed: "I know Salazar Slytherin. Although he studies black magic, trains dark wizards, and kills decisively, he is a good man."

"It's a pity that his life's work was buried in a secret room. I will do my best to bring Salazar's work back to the world."

Daniel shouted: "It is our duty to restore the glory of Slytherin!"

Kevin Farrell, a senior Ravenclaw student, nodded: "The transfer of knowledge needs everyone's help. On behalf of all wizards who love knowledge, I would like to thank everyone for their efforts."

Slytherins: "..."

No, Salazar founded Slytherin, and whatever he leaves behind is ours, none of your business!

"You can't speak like this." Kevin said softly: "The ancient wizards were self-confident and taught their apprentices to keep a hand, for fear that the apprentices would starve to death of the master."

"In modern civilization, knowledge can be shared."

"As one of the four Hogwarts giants, a famous legendary wizard in history, I believe that even if Salazar himself is resurrected, he will not object to giving knowledge to everyone for free."

"Okay!" Mark interrupted, he was busy, so he didn't have time to listen to your nonsense.

"The most urgent task now is to find out who the heir to the secret room is!"

"Yes, this is the most important thing."

"That's right, not only can you pass the test now, but you can follow the vines when you go out later."

"Brother, form a team, be steady."

"Add me one and add me one."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The wizards began to connect in series, looking for relatives and friends, and looking for the heir to the secret room as soon as they got out, killing people and seizing treasures.

"So who is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Lucius pondered. He was old and seemed to have vaguely heard about the Chamber of Secrets back then.

"Brothers, think carefully and use your brains!"

"So who is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"First of all, he must not be a mud...I mean must not be a Muggle child."

"That's right, wizards in those days were very malicious towards non-pure blood."

"Pure blood? 28 pure bloods are possible."

"You speak as if those small pure-blood families are not suspected."

No one knew the answer, Voldemort looked up to the sky and sighed, that's all, it's just a name, it doesn't matter.

Fortunately, no one knew Tom was me.

"Quirrell, the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is called Tom Riddle, go write down this answer and clear Leo."

"Ah?" Quirrell was taken aback: "Master, are you sure? Everyone says that the heir to the Chamber of Secrets should be of pure blood... The name Tom Riddle sounds like a Mudblood."

Voldemort was furious, he dared to call me a Mudblood, die to me!

It's a pity that Voldemort can only bear the burden of humiliation now that he is under the fence of others, and drag out his life!

Tolerate!

"Trust me Quirrell, I won't make fun of your life." Voldemort's voice was flat, trying to suppress his anger.

Also, my life is bound to the Dark Lord, he will not harm me!

Quirrell laughed wildly in his heart, finally, it's my turn for Quirrell to show my talents!

He walked over to Fiendfire and wrote Tom Riddle while everyone was watching.

Fiendfire dispersed to both sides, leaving a passage.

He got it right.

"Who is Tom Riddle? I've never heard of him."

"What is Tom Riddle, how can he get the inheritance of Slytherin!"

"Tom Riddle is nothing! Slytherin's knowledge belongs to all wizards. After he got it, he didn't take the initiative to contribute it for free. This is a crime!"

"Tom is such a bad name, it's hard to find."

"Yeah, the owner of the Diagon Alley bar is called Tom, my neighbor is called Tom, the salesman at the door is called Tom, the patrolman on the Hogwarts Express is called Tom, and even the cat is called Tom."

Tom Riddle is tired of not loving.

Burst reality!Shatter your spirit!Exile from this world!

"I have never been wronged like this in my life!" Voldemort swore, when he returns as king, all those who speak ill of him will face unimaginable torture!

The wizards walked forward, and were surprised to find that the Fiendfire in front was still burning.

And just behind him, the squeezed Fierce Flame spread, surrounding everyone.

Now, it is more dangerous than before.

"Huh? Look at the ground, there are still questions." As a Ravenclaw student, Kevin likes answering questions the most.

There is a crow-shaped bronze door knocker that has been enchanted at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge. If you want to enter, you must answer correctly.

Often dozens of students gather together to study.

If you don't answer yes, no one will be able to enter.

Answering the question, it can be said that it hits the itch of Ravenclaws.

It's a pity that the last question was too unpopular. Now that he has the opportunity to wash away the shame, Kevin is the first to see the question!

"What is Voldemort's name?"

Kevin: "..."

I'm not Voldemort, how would I know.

Back then, Voldemort cast a spell on his name, whoever dared to mention the word Voldemort, Voldemort would Apparate behind that person and kill him.

He also firmly protected his real name, and only those truly powerful wizards could remember his name.

The younger generation called him the Dark Lord in awe.

Call him Voldemort without fear.

"Master, send a sub-question!" Quirrell said happily, "Do you still know what your name is?"

Voldemort: "..."

I do know what my name is, but the problem is that you guys just sprayed me, and it's too embarrassing for me to say my name.

Voldemort is a man who cares about face!

However, Fiercefire was burning all around, surrounding all the wizards, and the heat wave was rolling in. Voldemort knew that he must not delay.

There's only one chance, and if you don't escape Hogwarts tomorrow morning, you stay forever.

"Quirrell, the answer is still Tom Riddle."

Voldemort's voice was bleak.

"Ah?" Quirrell was shocked. Is his master old and his brain is not working well?

Changed the subject!

"I am Tom Riddle!"

Quirrell: "..."

Oh, I understand this time.

It turns out that the owner is not pure blood!

A pure-blood family doesn't have this name.

For some reason, Quirrell suddenly became happy.

"Your Excellency is a special commissioner under the Dark Lord, you should know the name of the Dark Lord?" Mark asked.

"Of course, I'm the person the Dark Lord trusts the most!"

Quirrell is arrogant and arrogant, I, the real leader of the future Death Eaters!

Under one person, above ten thousand people!

There is an old man behind his head, why don't I know?

He stepped forward and wrote the five words Tom Riddle again.

Fierce Fire receded, the answer was correct.

The scene was silent.

It took a long time before someone said it.

"It turns out that Voldemort... the Dark Lord is a Mudblood?"