Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

In those two days, the snow fell very heavily, and the hearts of the elders were disturbed.

The Holy See has raided a village and they claim it harbors witches, filthy witches.

The most frightening fact is that that village is a village where wizards and Muggles live together, and the relationship between Muggles and wizards there is relatively peaceful and friendly.

In the end, only a cowardly man realized something was wrong and ran out by himself, but his escape also made the knights sure that there were wizards in this village.

When Godric arrived with the students, the entire village, more than 200 people, regardless of gender, age, and age, all died. Many girls, women, and old women were all put on wooden frames and could not be burned. look.

The men kept their kneeling postures and lost their heads.

Godric collapsed upon his return.

That winter was very, very long, as if it had no end.

Godric woke up and saw Helga.

She said nothing, but whispered to him the situation.

The war between wizards and the Holy See broke out again, and many students left Hogwarts.

Seeing Helga's calm expression, Godric vomited. He had been in a coma for several days, but he hadn't eaten anything, so what he vomited was the potion that Helga had swallowed.

Helga frowned, but said nothing.

Her potion tasted terrible, she knew it herself, but the curative effect had always been good, and she had no idea of ​​improving it, so the students would rather trouble Godric with the potion than bother the gentle and amiable Hufflepah Professor Qi.

"Don't think too much, Gordy." Helga said in a clear tone. "That's not your fault. The Holy See's methods are becoming more and more despicable, and it's hard to guard against."

There was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Sooner or later, this war is bound to happen. They have been testing Hogwarts. Salazar can't stand it anymore. The war is doomed." Helga whispered. "The Holy See sees wizards as filthy devils, and we just want to live."

Godric lowered his eyes and said nothing.

There are many fewer people in Hogwarts, but it is not deserted. There are always many people coming back from the front with injuries all over their bodies. Some of them are scared, but more are those who have not been on the battlefield and feel excited people.

These people are the most, they are talking loudly about Salazar Slytherin's heroic appearance, telling about his strength.

Helga was the busiest person. She was always running around the corridors of Hogwarts in a hurry, occasionally meeting some lazy students, and she didn't care about the lessons.

Alan Potter can also be said to come and go in a hurry. He was so busy that he forgot to secretly tell Hufflepuff. Even if he met Helga, thinking of what he wanted to say before, he would be rejected by Hufflepuff. Erga waved away impatiently.

"Potter, go to Godric and bring the blood tonic!"

"Potter, tell Godric that I need a large amount of bone growth agent here!"

"Potter..."

Very well, Allen said, let's ask after the war or something is over.

If Allen knew what happened later, he might regret his hesitation at this moment. In fact, he regretted it all his life when he learned the truth later.

Obviously he should be the first person to find something wrong, obviously he has already found something wrong.

Because of the huge casualties, this war had to stop in the summer.

Then, until the end of the year, there was nothing unusual.

The cruel war has left a deep and deep imprint on some people's hearts.

Therefore, completely separating the wizarding world from the Muggle world became the most popular thing among wizards at that time.

The predecessor of the Muggle Protection Law, the Wizarding Occult Law, was suddenly mentioned at this time.

Even Alan Potter agreed with this decision.

Godric couldn't speak for a long time after seeing the student with one eye crippled and an entire arm lost.

It may be a good thing for both parties to completely separate the wizarding world from the Muggle world.

But the issue was opposed by Salazar.

Those who have lost family, relatives, friends and lovers are also more willing to fight with the Holy See because of hatred, rather than trying to hide themselves like street mice. It seems that they have completely surrendered and are afraid of the other party.

Therefore, the quarrel was doomed from the beginning.

Another year of winter, heavy snow.

Godric trudged from Slytherin back to Gryffindor.

He met a boy with long black hair.

"Are you Blake?"

"Professor Gryffindor, good afternoon, Professor."

Godric's eyes fell on the young Black's calloused hand, which held an axe.

"What are you going to do?"

"Professor, I'm going to the woods to chop wood."

Godric remembered the boy's name at this time, and he smiled and said, "Is there not enough spare firewood in Slytherin College?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied: "It's enough, but I'm just afraid of the cold."

Godric froze.

He just remembered at this time.

"I remember your parents were Muggles, right?"

"Yes." He smiled shyly. "Maybe yes, I don't know, I'm an orphan, an orphan who doesn't even have a name, professor, or when you and Professor Slytherin passed by, you found out that I was a wizard, so you brought me back."

"I remember...it's like this..." Godric gathered his cloak.

"Professor Slytherin said, I rubbed the coal dust, it was pitch black." He said here, pausing slightly. "So, I ended up just using Blake as the name."

Godric couldn't help laughing: "Black? But now it seems that you are not so dark."

The boy's face was a little purple from the cold, but he still looked shy.

Looking at his clear eyes, Godric carefully asked some homework, and then taught him a little spell to keep warm.

"If it's cold, wear an extra pair." Godric urged.

Watching the boy named Black leave, Godric's heart sank.

Slytherin's firewood was enough, but he was going to chop wood. It was obvious what happened.

"Because you're a Muggle wizard?"

Godric looked up at the sky, the heavy snow still didn't mean to stop, he just felt bitter in his mouth.

Some things cannot be allowed to continue to develop.