Reborn at Hogwarts

year 1991.

July.

Moreton-in-Marsh, UK.

In a dimly lit room, a pale young man sat at the desk and gently put down the quill in his hand.

Under the faint candlelight, a drop of wet ink slipped from the tip of the pen and splashed on the tip of his shoe.

The young man didn't seem to realize it, he just leaned on the back of the chair motionless like a dead body, staring blankly at a piece of yellowed paper on the table.

It was covered with dense but unusually neat handwriting.

This unbearable dead silence lasted for a full ten minutes. The writing on the paper seemed to be sucked in. The thick black ink slowly faded and finally disappeared.

"what do you want?"

After a while, a line of scrawled and messy words emerged from the paper.

A faint smile appeared on the young man's face.

Now he seemed to come alive, and his eyes became much more agile. He picked up the quill pen placed on the ink bottle, lightly dipped the ink in the bottle, and wrote on the paper very seriously:

"I want to know what is hidden in the 'chamber of secrets'."

The ink disappeared before it dried, and new handwriting quickly appeared on the paper.

"Does this really matter to you?"

"Very important." The young man replied seriously.

"I can't feel your sincerity."

"I brought you out of Hogwarts, from Dumbledore and that nasty little guy, but from your tone, I don't feel a trace of gratitude."

"We just take what we need, don't we?"

"But at least your current destiny is in my hands." The young man wrote slowly. Every time he wrote a word, the ink would quickly fade until it disappeared, but he seemed not aware of it, still caring about himself I finished writing what I wanted to say.

It took a long time this time before the new handwriting appeared again.

"The Chamber of Secrets is the treasure left by the great Salazar Slytherin."

"I hope you can explain it to me in detail."

"We don't have much time left. Those guys from the Order of the Phoenix are tracking your whereabouts. I can explain it to you, but it's a long story, and I have to be in a safe place to tell it to you." Every time the handwriting that surfaced on the paper is extremely messy, it seems to show the inner anxiety of the "people" who communicate with young people.

The young man smiled.

"As long as Dumbledore doesn't go out in person, and the children of the Order of the Phoenix alone, I'm afraid I have to walk on the street with great fanfare to catch me. Tell me, Tom, don't waste time."

This time the silence was extraordinarily long, so long that it made people suspect that the other party had left without saying goodbye.

The young man was not in a hurry, he was always a very patient man.

Finally, new handwriting appeared.

"The Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts was left by Salazar Slytherin, and there is a basilisk hidden in it. Only the heirs of Slytherin can drive it to fulfill Slytherin's great last wish, and make those who are not eligible to study The magical Mudbloods were purged from the castle. Fifty years ago, a man named Rubeus Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed the Hogwarts students."

"That's it?"

"Isn't that enough?!"

"I think I have shown enough sincerity to you, dear Tom." The young man wrote slowly, "I took a huge risk and sneaked into the boy's dormitory before Dumbledore and tore off the This piece of paper split a part of your soul and took you out of Hogwarts. But you, unfortunately, seem to think that your shady tricks can be hidden from my eyes."

"This is not a wise choice, Tom. If I were you, I would carefully consider whether a wizard who can split the soul in the Horcrux again will master some small, insignificant, and tortured souls. What about your means?"

"Are you threatening me, Paracelsus?"

"Glad you've come to terms with it, Tom," wrote the young man with a smile.

He seemed to see that the soul hidden in the paper was panting angrily, racking his brains to think of ways to take revenge on him, but he was powerless.

After a while, new handwriting appeared on the paper.

"There is a rumor—"

"What rumor?"

"After conflicting with the remaining three founders over the admissions measures, Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts. Before leaving, he built a secret room in the castle and put his basilisk Left it in there to cleanse those vile Mudbloods. But—”

"Secretism is not a good habit, Tom. Do you prefer Fiendfyre, or the fangs of the Basilisk?"

"—the other three founders, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw, they quickly found the location of the Chamber of Secrets."

"This finally makes me feel a little fresh. If you were so honest, I wouldn't have to waste so much ink, would I? What did the three founders of the school do to the Chamber of Secrets?"

"They didn't destroy Slytherin's chamber of secrets, but set up a small mechanism at the entrance of the chamber of secrets—"

"Let's stop here, someone is coming."

The young man interrupted Tom's narrative with a swipe of his pen.

He stood up, picked up the wand at hand, and waved it gracefully.

In the next second, the clothes neatly stacked on the bed, the books stacked on the desk, and the yellowed page all floated up under the drive of some invisible force, and got into the bed one by one. side luggage.

As the paper fluttered down, with a "click", the lock of the suitcase closed automatically.

The young man took off his black coat and top hat of the same color from the coat rack, then slightly opened the five fingers of his left hand, the suitcase floated up consciously, and stuffed his side handle into the young man's hand.

Wearing a top hat and a coat, the young man walked out of the room briskly.

The midday sun was a little unbearably venomous, the young man squinted his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

There were ripples in the air.

"... I underestimated these young people. It seems that apart from Dumbledore, there are quite a few people in the Order of the Phoenix who are genuine." The young man praised sincerely.

Although the crisis is imminent, the young people are not in a hurry, standing in place and looking at it leisurely.

"Crack!"

There was an imperceptible sound, like glass breaking, and the young man turned his head to look around the sound, and saw two men appearing out of nowhere, holding wands and watching him vigilantly.

"Paparacelsus!" snapped the weather-beaten-looking man on the left, whose clothes were still patched.

His companion didn't say a word, just staring at his target with eagle-like eyes.

Paracelsus turned a blind eye to the two wands pointed straight at his face.

He lightly pressed his top hat, and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I hope we will be on a more decent occasion when we meet next time."

Before the sentence was over, the two wizards had already made a decisive move.

"Disarm you!"

"Damned!"

The two spells went straight to Paracelsus almost indiscriminately, but the latter laughed indifferently.

When the spell was about to hit, a circle of mercury-like fluid suddenly appeared in front of Paracelsus. It twisted in the air and instantly transformed into a bright silver shield. When the spell hit it, it was like Like a stone sinking into the sea, no waves were stirred up.

"The little thing I developed is ugly."

Paracelsus smiled.

Afterwards, his figure disappeared like a picture erased with an eraser, leaving only the two wizards looking around blankly and looking at each other.

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