Hogwarts Slytherin

Inside Flitwick's office.

Reggie looked admiringly: "Professor, are you injured?"

Professor Flitwick trembled his beard: "Injured? I haven't done anything for many years. Before that, I had never failed! After coming to Hogwarts, he was also the head of Ravenclaw, except for Albus. , who can hurt me?"

But this wasn't the answer Reggie wanted.

He wondered for a long time why Professor Flitwick, who was obviously a militant, had been living in seclusion in Hogwarts and keeping an extremely low profile. The wizarding world was so unfortunate that he put down his wand and became a Buddha immediately.

It's just that he was good at actual combat and had talent when he was young. Why didn't his strength increase significantly later on?

Therefore, he speculated that the other party had suffered a hidden injury when he was young, which prevented his strength from improving, and finally chose to come to Hogwarts to retire.

So he asked again: "Professor, I have read in the book that every wizard with powerful magic power will have hidden wounds or some kind of flaws later on, which will prevent him from making further progress."

"I know you like reading books, Reggie! But you have to know that not everyone who writes books is right."

The reason why Reggie was so eager was that he had guessed a possibility... Through this period of fighting training, Professor Flitwick's mastery of magic has almost reached the extreme. He didn't understand why Professor Flitwick couldn't reach Dumbledore's level.

"Professor, there must be a reason why you are still unable to break through the Great Magician and become a Magister, right?"

"...Today's training is over. If nothing happens, you can go back and rest early. I'm tired."

Professor Flitwick felt that Reggie seemed to have a different face today, and seemed less "loving" than in the past. He couldn't help but sincerely hope that he would be back to his original appearance tomorrow.

Listen to what this kid is saying?

Want to poke old Flitwick's wounds?

For Merlin's sake, maybe the training program should end.

The reason...of course no one knows what's wrong with his own body better than him.

However, he felt that confessing to Reggie would not help, and would also affect his great image. In this case, whether he said it or not became less important.

Can Reggie do anything?

of course not……

Just to verify what he was thinking, he directly showed his cards: "Professor, you have been unable to go further - is it because you have the same problem as me?"

"Does it matter?"

"I think so."

"No comment."

After Professor Flitwick thought for a moment, he said this, and Reggie was choked on the spot.

10 minutes later, Ruigi had a posture of saying, "I won't leave until you tell me."

Professor Flitwick sighed, "If you are persistent... Yes, Reggie, I have some problems with my soul because of my research and use of some dark magic."

"Is there no other way to solve it?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that there may be, but I haven't found it yet, so the integrity of the soul is very important to wizards."

Reggie frowned. It seemed that the matter was more serious than he thought. Professor Flitwick had not found a solution even with his strength, so how would his problems be solved in the future?Could it be that his strength is like that of Professor Flitwick, and he will always remain a great magician...

No, it's impossible.

There must be a solution.

He stared at Professor Flitwick for a while, and after a while, he slowly said: "In this case, I would like to ask Professor, how did the mysterious man achieve the breakthrough?"

Everyone was convinced that Professor Dumbledore was superior to Voldemort because Voldemort would never choose to fight Dumbledore head-on.

But no one doubts his strength.

Yes, why are they using black magic, and many of them are tortured to death? Their souls have already been tainted.

What's more, Reggie also knew that the other party had a split Horcrux.

Voldemort had been making Horcruxes since he was in school, and his later magic level breakthroughs did not seem to be subject to conventional restrictions.

Professor Flitwick's expression froze, and his eyes became very complicated.

Otherwise, why would he sigh every time he thought of that extremely talented student.

"I don't know, but I know that everything will come with a price. Reggie, now, not only is it a matter of soul, but I am also old. I have already lost my strength and desire, let alone becoming more powerful for me. Saying it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Reggie had a question mark on his face.

This is... lying down?

Seeing the confused look on Reggie's face, Professor Flitwick quickly comforted him: "As for your problem, don't worry, Reggie, our situation is different, I will help you pay attention."

In fact, Professor Flitwick did not lie. He has been studying soul spells for many years. He is old and no longer has ambitions.

But Reggie is still very young, only a 14-year-old boy this year.

"Okay, Reggie, let's change the topic. I heard Fernando say that you are very talented in alchemy. If you are willing, I can give you some help in this area."

Ok?

Is the magic master's hidden skill alchemy?

It's just that he came to Professor Flitwick's office many times and didn't find many alchemical items, which was not in line with the style of an alchemist.

"Professor Flitwick, you hide too deeply!"

When leaving Professor Flitwick's office, Reggie was still a little confused.

I didn’t expect Professor Flitwick to have such a wide network of contacts. I never knew he even knew Nick Flamel!

Thinking of this, Reggie could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. If he was lucky enough to become Nick Flamel's disciple...

Inherit the other party's magic stone?

He is not interested!

To be honest, he is very shameless about coveting other people's things. Is he such a despicable person? !

What he covets is the method of making the magic stone.

******

Suddenly, a boy's shadow appeared in the empty girls' bathroom on the second floor.

Reggie looked around carefully and found no one else. He locked the door firmly, lifted the phantom spell and began to fumble under a row of faucets.

Sure enough, underneath one of the broken faucets, a small snake-shaped symbol was found.

Today he plans to go down and have a look!

Before that, there are some things that need to be dealt with.

There was water below the soles of my shoes, and intermittent sobbing could be heard from time to time in the row of cubicles next to me.

Weeping Myrtle.

The toilet water, her tears.

The bathroom stall doors were opened one after another. After the third door was opened, a transparent figure suddenly appeared inside.

Myrtle, who was crying, suddenly raised her head and screamed: "Very good! A Slytherin boy, this is the girls' bathroom, what are you doing here? I knew you were all laughing at Myrtle." Mom, even if she hides in a small bathroom, she is not willing to let her go!"

As her emotions fluctuated violently, the water in the toilet beneath her body began to beat, almost gushing out, like a spring.

An unspeakable smell began to spread!

The pungent smell and Myrtle's sharp cries made Reggie feel a headache and irritability.

He used his strong self-control to control his temper and tried to maintain a gentle and polite attitude on the surface, "I didn't mean it, Myrtle."

Myrtle ignored him and cried louder.

It almost went from sobbing to crying.

In that case.

"Soul bound."

Reggie walked back to the broken faucet and looked at the little snake on it carefully. Who would have thought that the famous dark wizard would set the entrance to his secret room in the bathroom?

Finally, he placed several anti-disturbance spells around him. He lowered his body and tried to imagine the little snake on the faucet as a living creature.

"Hiss."

Suddenly, the rusty faucet began to rotate at high speed and soon disappeared. At the same time, a huge and dirty water pipe was exposed from behind the sink.

Behind is a bottomless dark passage!

Reggie's expression showed a hint of shock.

This is the legendary secret room!

He took out a broomstick from his pocket, which also contained a bunch of miscellaneous lamps, roosters, white essence, etc., just in case.

The next second, he flew into the deep passage on his broom. This pipe was much longer than he imagined, and it was all vertically downward.

At this time, he was still thinking that maybe Hogwarts was really much larger than they thought.

Along the way, under the illumination of the light, he also saw several snake skins that exuded a faint light.

"If it weren't for the basilisk that can't see the light, giving them to Professor Slughorn should be a big favor, but Snape might also need it."

These are extremely rare and precious potion materials.

Not long after, Reggie came to the end of the pipe.

It is still a prototype door made of pure silver. Silver is highly resistant to magic. In the middle of the door is still a large coiled snake.

"sizzle"

Flowers bloomed on both sides of the silver gate, and what came into view was a very empty square. Stone pillars connected to the ceiling as high as several floors, and all the donors were carved with giant snakes.

This is very Slytherin.

It was just that the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that his breathing echoed, and so quiet that the sound of the "tsk tsk" water when he stepped on his shoes was particularly clear.

In the middle of the hall, he saw a pair of huge feet, looking up!

Reggie's pupils condensed.

It was the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin. Recalling the face of Salazar Slytherin he saw in the mark, the reason why he could recognize the stone statue was not because of the similarity, but because it really reminded him of the stone statue. The portrait is like a skinny monkey.

Similarity?

I can't say they are exactly the same, I can only say they have nothing to do with each other.

But the shock that this kind of uncanny workmanship brought to him was still not something that Phantom could bring.

Have descendants of Slytherin passed through this place for thousands of years?

For thousands of years, this statue has stood here without saying a word, watching future generations come with joy and leave with disappointment.

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of valuable wealth this famous dark wizard will leave to his descendants.

So, they came and left silently.

Only the basilisk has been hovering around him for thousands of years.

This is Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

There is movement.

He heard the sound of something sliding.

"Who are you? The smell on your body is so familiar." A deep voice echoed in the empty square.

"I am your master." Reggie's voice was calm and cold, as if he didn't realize that there was a thousand-year-old basilisk hovering in front of him.

"Master? No, my master is Salazar Slytherin."

"Your master is all Slytherin."

"Hiss~ Since you are my master, open your eyes and look at me. I can't hurt the blood of Slytherin."

Reggie heard his own heartbeat thundering.

"Plop, plop, plop!"

The murderous aura that almost bursts out...

"Swish"

Reggie opened his eyes.

What caught his eyes were two yellow-green pupils half as big as his own, and he felt as if every pore on his body had exploded.

"Very well, you are the master." The basilisk raised its head and began to circle around the statue.

When Reggie raised his head again, his heartbeat had calmed down. He was right!

Looking at this behemoth curiously, he asked: "What's your name?"

"Herpo."

……

The name suddenly became stressful.

The main purpose of his trip was to test the depth of the entanglement between him and Salazar Slytherin. Now it seemed that it was a little worse than he imagined.

Well, it was just that my worst guess was confirmed.

The natural lifespan of a basilisk is over nine hundred years, and Salazar Slytherin's basilisk lived for a thousand years.

All because Parselmouth can put the Basilisk into a deep sleep state, thereby preventing it from continuing to grow, similar to entering a state of suspended animation to extend life.

Their fatal weakness is the crow of the rooster. Fortunately and unfortunately, just now, he has been recognized by the Basilisk as its master. This is from the officially certified "Slytherin", which makes him even more convinced that he has become a Horcrux. One point.

But because of this, the cock in the pocket was of no use.

As far as he knew, Voldemort should have ordered the basilisk to enter a state of suspended animation after entering the Chamber of Secrets, and the next activation would have to wait until Harry's generation.

How could the basilisk wake up now?

Reggie asked directly, but the answer made him even more confused.

It said someone came to wake it up!

It's just that the man wore a black hood and was well hidden.

After Halbo woke up, he found that the person who came was not a descendant of Slytherin, and immediately prepared to kill.

But the person who came seemed to know it very well, and had already carefully planned everything that might happen to it. In addition, it was weak from not eating for a long time, and finally let the other party escape.

So during these days when he woke up, he would occasionally go out to drill pipes to find food.

The long and lonely years have left him with a bad brain. This situation is like Kreacher after losing all Black masters - he becomes a little crazy.

While looking for food, it shouted the thoughts instilled in it by the descendants of Slytherin: "Kill, Mudblood, clean up."

After making sure that nothing could be asked, Reggie ordered the basilisk to enter a deep sleep.

Soon, he was the only one left in the empty hall.

He walked around between the statue's legs and looked up.

Sure enough, something strange was discovered!