Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The Dementor in front of him still stood quietly in front of him.

However, Zhang Xiao felt that its emotions suddenly fluctuated violently, as if the name he had just mentioned reminded it of something.

This. This is Slytherin's wife?

Zhang Xiao stared at the Dementors in disbelief. No matter what, there was no way he could compare his beauty to Rowena's in the Hogwarts Secret Records.

The beautiful Aurasia Slytherin is connected with her.

He lowered his head and looked at the parchment in his hand.

"To whom this letter belongs I am Aurasia Slytherin, wife of Salazar Slytherin.

I think you should know what happened from the note my husband left earlier.

There are things I need to tell you here.

As a mother, I hated it so much that he said to me apologetically that for the sake of the whole world, he would abandon me and the child to save the world.

But as a wife, I am proud of my husband.

So here I am. This road is destined to be lonely and painful, but I think he needs me.

In fact, I guessed right.

Even though he kept transforming his body, the accumulated malice and distortion were so powerful.

It was so powerful that it made me despair. Even my husband was stripped of his emotions and became unrecognizable, a monster.

I no longer recognized myself, and became something without any memories.

He is still on the verge of collapse.

After one hundred and twentieth years as a container, my husband can no longer bear it.

Yes, he needs me.

I used the information left by my husband to transform myself, but I cannot follow my husband's path. Even if I had one more container, I am afraid I would not be able to bear this kind of pollution.

I want to bear the darkness of the whole world alone

So I changed my idea and the inspiration came from Slytherin's first collapse. It was Helga who used her magical golden cup, filled with hope and innocence, and poured it on Slytherin, awakening him.

So, if I keep injecting positive emotions into his body, will it alleviate the pain he is suffering?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiao was stunned, and an incredible idea popped up in his mind almost instantly.

Dementors. I originally thought that Dementors were monsters that escaped after Slytherin was distorted.

He hurried on reading:

"Salazar, my love.

Even if you forget everything, I still love you.

I will be by your side and accompany you forever.

Perhaps a monster should be paired with another monster.

If one day we really succeed, I want to see your smile again.

And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.

So for you, I am willing to give up everything, turn into a happiness-sucking monster, and give you all the best things I have collected.

Goodbye, my love.

I'm sorry that this is my last letter as a human being, and contains so much irrelevant stuff.

Descendant of Slytherin, if you really want to see him and I am still here, be prepared."

Zhang Xiao slowly put down the parchment. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to the Dementor standing quietly in front of him.

But the boiling emotions were blocked when they reached his lips.

So this is how Dementors came about

Slytherin's wife used her husband's research materials to transform into a Dementor.

No, I'm afraid she should be called the Dementor Queen. She controls the Dementors, and it was originally believed that the Dementors feed on the goodness of humans.

But in reality they were just inputting positive emotions into Slytherin to stabilize the container.

Is this method just useful?

Is it enough to just absorb some happiness?

Wait, it seems to be enough.

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered something. Osliari injected these positive emotions into Slytherin's body not to offset what he absorbed.

It was just to maintain her husband's ego, that is, to maintain the Slytherin's beliefs from collapsing.

According to what was written in the letter, Slytherin had given up memory, gave up thinking, gave up feelings, and gave up almost everything.

The only thought left was to persevere.

So it seems to be possible!

With a sigh and lament, Zhang Xiao put away the parchment and bowed deeply to Oslia.

Dementors. No, Madam Oslia made a strange, hoarse, tearing sound, slowly turned around, and floated towards the cabinet where she was lying before.

The cabinet suddenly moved to the sides, revealing a dark entrance. Then she looked back at Zhang Xiao and floated into the cave.

Zhang Xiao also followed.

The corridor was very long and went straight down. The walls on both sides were lit with pale green candlelight as they walked past, and the walls were wet.

As they walked farther and farther, Zhang Xiao suddenly felt that the air around him had become a lot colder.

And a faint, inaudible muttering began to be heard in my ears.

I started to feel inexplicably irritated, it was like my favorite food was sold out when I went there, and the guaranteed prize in the pool I drew was off again.

The novel I like to read suddenly becomes addictive, the girl I have a crush on has a boyfriend, and she revealed that she used to like me too

As opposed to small but certain happiness.

These emotions are like real and existential losses, which do not cause much impact but are upsetting.

Zhang Xiao was shocked. With his state of mind, he would never have so many distracting thoughts.

Is this affected?

Has the darkness and distortion emanating from Slytherin begun to affect my own thoughts?

The corridor was still extremely long, and the distance was getting deeper and deeper. Just by a rough feeling, Zhang Xiao felt that he had walked at least several kilometers.

And it keeps going down.

At this moment, he felt that the negative emotions that had only been slightly affected before had now become a more extreme emotion.

It was like I had seen outrageous news in my previous life, and felt angry when I saw those little beasts taking advantage of the protection law to do evil.

Zhang Xiao began to recite scriptures silently, and a faint golden light began to flow on the surface of his skin.

The situation was a little better, he finally understood why Mrs. Oslia turned into a terrible creature like a Dementor.

Because only Dementors are not affected by these dark, extreme emotions.

Those emotions were getting stronger and stronger, and even though they could still be suppressed, the feeling was incredibly irritating.

But suddenly, a warm current suddenly rose in the chest, and then the body became warm, and a layer of faint white light floated inside the golden light.

Zhang Xiao touched the dragon-tiger pendant on his neck, and remembered the white space that almost assimilated him when he was hit by Voldemort.

He nodded thoughtfully, but Mrs. Oslia in front of him suddenly turned around and stared at him.

Zhang Xiao felt a little scared when she stared at him, as if he had become some kind of delicious food.

Fortunately, she finally controlled herself.

Finally, the road gradually came to an end, and the view in front of me suddenly became clear. The huge underground space was filled with unsettling fog.

The mists were boiling and surging, as if they had life.

I always feel like it looks familiar.

Zhang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes wide and remembered, wasn’t this the fog he had seen in the underground vault of Gringotts?

It seems to be called the 'Eternal Mist'. Neither Dumbledore nor Nicolas Flamel had ever understood this kind of mist.

So it escaped from here?

Could it be that the reason they are underground is that Slytherin is afraid that he will affect the surrounding environment?

The Dementor that Oslia transformed into muttered a few times and walked into the thick fog. Zhang Xiao hesitated for a while, but still followed.

The fog rushed over impatiently, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

The heat flowing through the body became stronger and stronger, and even the white light replaced the golden light, gently but firmly keeping those things out.

The fog surrounded them and condensed in the air into one twisted and hideous face after another, roaring silently.

Zhang Xiao knew what this was. This was the desire condensed when the wizard cast a spell.

He casually waved away the scary misty face in front of him, searched for a while, found Oslia's back, and continued to follow him.

The fog became thicker the further we went in, until, at the end, every face looked like the ones posted on the panda pavilion of tourists visiting the zoo.

It’s just that Zhang Xiao himself became a giant panda.

When they passed a certain limit again, the fog suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Xiao found that there was a bottomless cliff in front of him.

A huge hole like an abyss, just one look at it makes one's legs go weak.

But what about the Slytherin seniors?

Oslia stretched out his dry and scabbed hands and roared strangely.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the abyss, as if something was rising.

After a long while, a huge platform slowly emerged from the abyss, and the first thing Zhang Xiao saw was the huge statue of Slytherin.

This statue is completely different from the one in the secret room.

The statue looks very young, wearing a delicate-looking robe, with a faint smile on his handsome face, and even a pendant hanging around his neck.

He stretched out a hand and pointed into the distance.

At the feet of the statue there is a huge seat, on which sits a huge, muddy mass of flesh.

Just looking at this mass of rotten meat, countless crazy and dark thoughts boiled and surged in his mind, and the light on his body became more dazzling.

This completely suppressed the malice.

A bad thought suddenly came to Zhang Xiao's mind.

Oslia stretched out his dry finger and pointed at the huge mass of rotten meat, and with difficulty and hoarse voice, he jumped out syllable by syllable.

"Slytherin."

Great sorrow emanated from her voice. Zhang Xiao's gaze moved back and forth between the statue and the rotten flesh, and he closed his eyes in pain.

What kind of firm determination did Slytherin have to be willing to become such a horrible state and hold on.

Suddenly, Oslia slowly floated in the air, and light began to emanate from her body.

Then her body gradually weathered and disappeared into the air.

A faint point of light floated out in the dust, and after a while it condensed into the figure of a lady in the air.

She was naturally beautiful, with a relieved smile on her face.

The azure eyes looked at Zhang Xiao and said softly:

"Thank you for remembering my husband, thank you for coming to track him down, even though Slytherin always said he didn't care whether others knew what he did.

I don't want my husband's deeds to be forgotten

But it's too late, my love can't hold on any longer."

Zhang Xiao's heart seemed to be grasped tightly by someone. He opened his mouth and spoke in a very dry voice:

"Ma'am, what do you mean? The magic network is almost complete, and even Professor Dumbledore can use it to a limited extent."

"Yes, I thought my husband would succeed in the end."

Oslia's face was filled with sadness: "But not long ago, the distortion suddenly increased at an extremely fast speed, and became stronger and stronger.

I guess it must be a war among wizards, because only war can bring together such a large amount of pure malice and desire to kill others."

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over him from head to toe, and Zhang Xiao reacted immediately.

Stadium Battle!

That was the largest melee that had ever taken place in the wizarding world!

"Is there no other way?"

Oslia's shadow shook his head:

"No matter how hard I try, it can't be reversed. The fact is that the disaster has already begun and it is inevitable."

She looked at Zhang Xiao and said gently:

"Child, there is still one day left. Go home and take this time to talk to your family. I want to be with the people I love most when the end of the world comes.

It is also the only consolation before death.

Go ahead, thank you."

Zhang Xiao clenched his fists tightly, watching Oslia's shadow slowly float towards the rotten meat.

In a trance, it seemed as if a figure exactly like the statue emerged from the rotten flesh. He stood there with his hands stretched out.

Oslia, with a shy smile like a young girl, threw herself into his arms like a swallow flying into the forest.

Slytherin also smiled, and the two hugged each other for a long time, then turned around and nodded towards Zhang Xiao.

Holding hands without hesitation, we walked into the endless nothingness.

Zhang Xiao rushed to the surface of the sea like crazy and performed an extremely long-range Apparition. After just a few flashes, he appeared in Hogsmeade.

As he flew towards the school, he took out a telescope and called for his parents.

The moment the call was connected, she forced herself to calm down and said with a slight tremor: "Dad, Mom, the world is going to end."

Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu, who had not yet had time to greet their son, looked at each other. Zhang Chengdao said in confusion:

"No, son, what are you talking about? The world is going to end?"

"Well, where's Grandpa? Time is limited. I'm afraid there's only one day left. I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore later. It's a good opportunity for us to listen together.

After that, I will return home. Mrs. Slytherin is right. In the last moments, staying with family and facing death calmly may be a comforting thing. "

At the end of his speech, Zhang Xiao's voice was slightly choked with sobs.

Li Qingshu said anxiously: "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I will go find the old Taoist priest now."

As they were talking, Hogwarts was already in sight.

Zhang Xiao didn't even bother to say hello. With an extremely dazzling light flashing on his body, he directly broke through the school's defensive magic and flew towards the top floor of the school.

Under the astonished gaze of the little wizards, he landed outside the principal's office.

Dumbledore sensed it when the defensive magic was broken, and at that moment he pushed open the door and walked out solemnly.

"Zhang, what happened?"

He did not ask Zhang Xiao why he was in such a hurry. If it was not a big deal, he believed that Zhang Xiao would never rush over so directly.

There is even a feeling of panic and confusion.

Sure enough, just one sentence made Dumbledore feel a buzz in his head.

"Professor, the end is coming, and there is less than a day left!"

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