Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

It was a snowy winter day.

Salazar strode down the cold corridors of Hogwarts.

"Professor Slytherin!" The student holding a large bundle of firewood stopped.

Salazar frowned and stared at the student in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

He remembered this student, a special student, and Salazar squinted at his rough hands.

"What are you doing?"

The student in front of him was a little surprised. He explained uncertainly: "I went to the forest to get some firewood. The dormitory is a bit too cold."

Thinking that Slytherin's dormitory was indeed colder than the other three colleges, Salazar's face tensed up.

"Seldom come out when it's cold!"

After Salazar finished speaking, he continued to walk quickly in the direction he was going.

"This direction?" The boy hesitated for a moment, then whispered. "Are you going to find Professor Gryffindor? Let's talk to Potter quietly."

Salazar stood in front of the half-hidden door, and he could know what Godric was doing inside the door without going in.

He stood quietly in front of the door without making any other movements. A certain Potter classmate who got the news from his friend rushed over and saw Salazar standing at the door. He stopped and hid himself in the corner. place, watching carefully.

【Professor Slytherin won't go in?Didn't you come here to argue with Mr. Gryffindor?It's okay, it's okay, it's fine if we don't quarrel.However, Professor Slytherin stood at the door and refused to go in?What's the matter? 】

The boy with messy black curly hair was scratching his hair irritably, his brown eyes were full of doubts, he was not sure what the situation was and whether he needed to call for rescuers.

Godric in the room poured a pot of beautiful bright purple potion into the bottle. Although the tiredness could not be concealed between his brows and eyes, he seemed in a good mood. He loosened his muscles and stretched his body, and saw his room the door.

There is a person standing outside the door with a gap, and the figure is clearly visible through the gap of the door.

Godric stopped and said hesitantly, "Salazar? Is that you?"

Salazar who was outside the door opened the door when he heard the sound, his face was a little gloomy, and he stood outside the door without saying a word, looking at Godric.

Godric also looked at him silently.

[The visitor is not good. 】

I don't know how long it took, Godric looked away, waved his wand, and two chairs bounced to his side. He swept his eyes, but couldn't find the shadow of the table, and finally he could only reach out his hand regretfully.

"Come in and sit down." Godric looked at the messy room, scratched the back of his head a few times, and said resignedly. "I'm a bit messy here, what do you want to drink? I remember Alan gave me some honey, what do you think? Let me mix it with some honey water for you?"

"Godric Gryffindor." Salazar shouted.

Godric paused, gave up looking for the cup, and looked at Salazar.

[Full name?This is to be held accountable, right? 】

"Did I warn you not to bring children from the Muggle world to Hogwarts again!"

Godric lowered his eyes, noncommittal.

"The Holy See has been trying to find the address of Hogwarts. You are still a child snatched from those trial witch hunters, even if he is a wizard, Godric." Salazar's voice was cold. "How can you guarantee that he is not a trap set by people from the Holy See? Is there anything wrong with that child? Can you guarantee it?"

Only then did Godric look up at Salazar, and he asked softly, "Is there anything else?"

"Godric! I'll ask you another question!"

"Okay." Godric closed his eyes, looking helpless, with a helpless tone. "I didn't take that kid to Hogwarts. I sent him to a passing village. He was too young, only five or six years old. Although I don't know what you heard, but this time Similarly, the child's mother is not a wizard, nor is his father, and his own words, I don't look like it, although I saved him, but I didn't bring him to Hogwarts."

Salazar frowned, maybe it was different from what he heard, but even if the news he got was wrong and he misunderstood Godric, at this moment, he didn't intend to apologize to Godric.

"It seems that you are not so confused!"

Godric turned around, and the corner of his eyes fell behind his pile of flower pots and all kinds of strange plants. He seemed to have found the cup.

"Do you want a drink?" Godric turned his head and asked again.

"No need," Salazar said.

Godric sighed, that's fine, after all, the cup was inserted in a flower pot, presumably because he couldn't find a watering tool, so he took it with him, and really used such a cup to entertain Salazar, he Probably will be angry.

"You shouldn't have gone out," Salazar continued. "You shouldn't even save people! If it's a struggle between Muggles themselves, you shouldn't intervene! If that child is not a wizard, what are you doing involved? It has nothing to do with you!"

Godric turned back, staring at Salazar.

"What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Godric shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Salazar."

When Salazar heard that he just called his name that way, he felt that there was no enthusiasm at all, and he suddenly felt a little upset.

"Am I wrong? You think I'm wrong?"

Godric said softly, "I don't want to argue with you, Salazar."

"Godric! Do you know about the hostile relationship between wizards and Muggles?! Don't you realize that you are right? Isn't it interesting to have those people question your way of doing things?"

"So, because they said a few words about me, you came here to fight with me?"

"I just hope you pay attention to your identity before doing things!"

"What identity?" As soon as the words came out, Godric felt dangerous for a moment.

"You are a wizard!"

He clearly knew that he shouldn't continue talking, but Godric still couldn't control his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm a Muggle-born wizard! I'm also the type of person you hate the most!"

Salazar stared at Godric with wide eyes.

Godric realized he shouldn't have said that, but he was annoyed at the way he looked down on him.

"I..." Salazar's words were stuck, unable to speak, he seemed to realize that Godric was different from himself. "But you are a wizard taught by Hufflepuff, you are different, you are also from Hufflepuff!"

Godric smiled wryly, trying to save the subject again.

"Salazar, you go away, don't continue talking."

If you go on, it's really going to quarrel.

"You're not like those Muggle wizards!" Salazar emphasized.

"What's the difference?" Godric couldn't help raising his volume. "I'm the Muggle wizard you said you need to be vigilant and repelled! What? Lord Slytherin, you think I was picked up by you, so you forget that I am the same wizard as you hate? Who are you ostracizing? Me, or those Muggle wizards you suspect?"

Salazar looked at Godric in astonishment: "You know, I never doubted you! Godric."

Godric secretly clenched his fists, bit his lower lip, and forced himself to swallow the words that followed.

"Mr. Gryffindor?" Potter suddenly appeared. "Oh, Professor Slytherin? Are you here? I have some questions to ask the teacher... Well, if you have something to do with the teacher, I will leave first? Come another day?"

Salazar stared at Godric, as if he didn't hear what Potter said.

This made Potter feel awkward and bewildered.

Salazar said to Godric: "Don't confuse yourself with those people! I know that there is an irresolvable conflict between you and the Holy See. They can't accept you, and you won't forgive them. So you don't agree with them. Same, you are trustworthy."

Godric felt his temples throbbing, a little uncomfortable.

"Enough! You don't need to remind me of these things! Perhaps in your eyes, the death of my poor parents is just the best cover to make you feel that I am safe? Why don't you think it is for me to succeed in getting you Trust, what about the scam set by the Holy See and me?"

Potter was shocked, and before Salazar could speak, he yelled, "Master! I have a problem!"

Godric fell silent as if he had just seen Potter.

Salazar took a deep look at Godric, and what he was about to say was interrupted by Potter.

"Professor Slytherin, the teacher will be occupied by me for a while, please!"

Potter entered the room, and then closed the door decisively, separating the two of them temporarily.

"teacher!"

Godric was holding something next to him with one hand, his eyes were a little dark, and he was in no mood to respond to the students' words.

"Teacher?" Potter walked over and held Godric up. "Do you have a headache again? I just said, ask Professor Hufflepuff, you don't."

Godric opened his eyes and looked over: "I am a therapist myself, on par with Helga, what's the problem, why go to her?"

"Well, your own body, you know it yourself."

He looked at Godric, his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of worry.

[What's wrong?There is absolutely something wrong!I'd better ask Professor Hufflepuff secretly. 】

"Ellen?"

"what?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." Godric closed his eyes and whispered. "I'm tired. There's nothing else to do. You can go back."

"Teacher, did I just tell you and Professor Slytherin that I came to you with a question?"

"Do you have any questions, you don't know? You came here because you were worried about my quarrel with Salazar, didn't you? I want to sleep for a while, so are you going to keep it for me to guard the door?"

"Okay...I'll leave later, or if I meet Professor Slytherin, won't I tell him clearly that I lied?"

"what ever."