I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

Monica becomes confused.

This made some people who had a good relationship with her couldn't help but express some concern.

Monica looked at the student in front of her who had concern in his eyes, but actually just wanted to explore her, and couldn't help but reveal an extremely sincere and brilliant smile.

Why bother?

They are different from me...

"Your expression is a bit strange, it makes me feel uncomfortable..."

Monica still smiled brightly, as if her whole body was bathed in a beam of stage lights, looking at her former classmate with contempt.

In the end, the other party was annoyed and left.

"Who cares?" Monica said with a smile. "None of it matters."

After all, what could be more explosive than the fact that she met the founder of Slytherin! ! !

Merlin...

That's Salazar Slytherin~~

Just thinking about it made Monica feel like her soul was flying. It was so ethereal that she couldn't touch the ground.

That's the founder of Slytherin House! ! !

Ah~~

It turned out to be the great founder of the college I attended~~

Speaking of which, we can’t blame Monica for her crazy rhythm. For any Slytherin student, when meeting the founder of his own college, he will be excited for a few days, and then calm down before talking about anything else. If he calms down If you don’t calm down, you won’t be able to calm down...

As for Salazar, he returned to Hogwarts just to facilitate his subsequent plans.

And Monica was probably the one he chose to cooperate with after observing her.

He knew Godric's recognition of this little witch, and he also believed in Godric's vision. In addition, he was aware of Slytherin House's filter on him as the founder. Such labor was probably not in vain.

And Monica also proved her ability. Even if she stayed in contact for a month and stayed up late, she still completed the tasks assigned by Salazar.

Despite the doubtful looks of others and repeated inquiries, Monica insisted on completing the tasks assigned to her by Salazar, although she did not know exactly what Salazar was going to do.

Salazar is different from Godric. He will not explain his behavior. It is Godric's temperament, not his.

After the pot of potion was finished, Salazar began to prepare to resurrect a person, or in other words, create a person.

This was the first time Monica had brewed this kind of potion, but she vaguely realized that it was a potion formula for a resurrection potion. At first, she thought it was for Godric, but later she discovered When this pot of potion was not exactly the same as the forbidden resurrection potion she had found, she felt a little uncertain again.

Salazar opened his locket, used his wand to twitch mysterious silver mist objects from inside the locket, and guided these objects into the crucible with his wand.

The bubbling crucible quickly calmed down after these things were added. Gradually, the turbid liquid became clear, with a layer of red clarity.

"Um..." Monica asked cautiously. "Dean?"

"Huh?" Salazar turned his head slightly and glanced at the girl behind him.

"What is that thing?" Monica was still a young and curious witch. "I'm just curious..."

"Soul." Salazar frowned and answered.

"Oh...soul..." Soul? !

Monica was shocked for a moment, but she quickly accepted the setting that Salazar could manipulate the soul. That was Salazar Slytherin, the most famous dark wizard thousands of years ago. This should be possible if he could use the soul... Not too outrageous, right?

"Is he from Gryffindor?" Monica couldn't help but ask, thinking about the kindness Godric had treated her.

Salazar was silent for a long time, until the potion in the crucible began to boil again, bubbling, and then he replied: "No."

He couldn't explain his feelings and added: "Godric's soul should have fallen into Vivian's hands. If I want to resurrect him, I must snatch it from Vivian's hands."

"Vivian?" Is this the Vivian she knows?

"This belongs to Voldemort," Salazar said.

Well, not if it wasn't Godric. Monica still felt a little regretful. After all, after knowing the true identities of Salazar and Godric, she also found out that the founder of her own college had an affair with the founder of the opposite college! ! !

Is there any news in the world that is more exciting than this news?

Monica felt that she could stay calm no matter what news she heard...

"Voldemort's...huh?! Whose?!!!"

Salazar frowned and glanced displeased at Monica, who was making a fuss.

"You just said it belonged to Voldemort? The Dark Lord?"

Why is the Dark Lord's soul in the hands of the founder? !

Monica suddenly thought that Godric seemed to have died in the hands of Voldemort, and she suddenly became timid. Looking at Salazar's gloomy face, she did not dare to speak anymore.

Salazar glanced at her, then continued to observe the situation inside the cauldron.

In the red clear liquid, a human bone gradually grew out, which was a curled-up baby-sized bone, and then slowly grew flesh and various organs.

Until you become a naked and complete human being.

Salazar snorted coldly, pushed Monica away, and kicked the body onto the crucible. The steaming potion wrapped around the body, and it fell hard to the cold ground.

Monica looked at what was cooking in the pot of potion, thinking that Salazar was talking about Voldemort's soul, and subconsciously took a few steps back. Is that really Voldemort?

As long as she thought about what Voldemort had done, she felt that even her breathing was getting lighter at this moment.

The man who poured out the potion stood up unsteadily, raised his head, and met Salazar's red eyes.

He said: "Who are you?"

After saying this, there was an obvious look of astonishment on his face. He raised his hand, touched his neck, and then raised his head again, his expression becoming fierce.

"what did you do to me?!"

Salazar just leaned down, observed the person in front of him, and then smiled.

"Voldemort? What's your name?"

"Ah."

Salazar raised his eyebrows and waved his wand over Voldemort's head. Soon, Voldemort's real name floated above his head.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

Sara looked at the name and laughed a few times under Voldemort's dark expression.

"It turns out he's still a mixed race!"

"Shut up!" Voldemort said angrily.

Monica blinked, extremely quiet.

"This name is really bad, I'd better change it for you."

Salazar's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.

"Just call..."

"Tom~~Tom Riddle."

Monica: "..."

Voldemort almost jumped up and shouted: "I am Voldemort!!!"

"No, you are Tom Riddle~~"

"Voldemort!"

"Tom!"

Monica turned her head away, still speechless.