The Last Goodbye

The book looks very old, and the surrounding portraits are mottled and faded.

"Why don't they move?" Riddle looked at the paintings suspiciously. The figures in the paintings were all still. "The magic is useless." Harry said regretfully, "Even the powerful magic power of Slytherin can't compete with time."

The boy looked around, and his eyes were quickly attracted by something. Riddle walked around the stone platform and stopped in front of the largest oil painting in the room.It is almost as high as the wall.The huge canvas has been cracked and faded, and the oil paint has lost its attractive luster.Only the face of the person in the painting is still filled with a bright smile, and the background is the beautiful mountains and rivers of Hogwarts.

The young man on the far left has gorgeous blond hair and strong blue eyes like cornflowers, as if all the difficulties and dangers in the world cannot stop him.Standing beside him was a tall black-haired woman with a cold and arrogant smile, wearing a silver crown on her head, she was as noble and elegant as a queen.Contrary to the glamorous black-haired woman, the little girl beside her looked extremely docile, with fluffy red-brown hair hanging softly, and a warm smile like a spring in March.She happily held the man beside her.The man in her arms is standing on the far right side of the portrait. He has a marble-like face, with a smile in his green eyes, restrained and shrewd.

Below the giant painting, there is a line of small gold letters: To the founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and my most beloved teachers.Your loyal student, Merlin Ambrosius from Slytherin House.

The familiar name made Riddle's eyes widen, "Merlin is a Slytherin?" Harry nodded, "He is one of Mr. Slytherin's proudest students." The boy raised his head and looked around. single oil painting.The characters in the painting are all young, and the oldest is only in his twenties. "These are all students that Slytherin is proud of." The young man pointed to one of them, "The one over here is the inventor of the Verdimillion Charm you learned today... This one is an outstanding big prophet, successful Stopped many raids by the Holy See on wizards...and this one..."

"Wait a minute," Riddle interrupted him suspiciously, "Didn't you say there is a Slytherin treasure here?"

"That's right." There was calm joy in the green eyes, the young man said slowly, "Everything here is a Slytherin treasure."

"You mean these paintings?" The little devil seemed to have heard a not-so-funny joke.

Harry shook his head, "I'm talking about everything here." His voice was calm and gentle, his words were like a gurgling stream, persuasive, "I'm talking about your teacher, your classmates, what you learned here Every bit of knowledge, every day and night spent. SalazarSlytherin's treasure is Hogwarts, the place where he devoted his life. This school is his hope and dream, and everyone here has inherited his legacy. Love and faith - we are his treasure."

Riddle frowned slightly, looking at Harry hesitantly.It seemed that he didn't believe the other party's words.The green-eyed young man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he smiled slightly, "Let me tell you the story of the founder who will not be described in the book." The young man looked at the huge oil painting, but his eyes seemed to go through the oil paint, reaching far away The place.

"It was the heyday of the Holy See's outward expansion, and Hogwarts students were raided and murdered several times outside the school. Slytherin thinks this is caused by the school's admission of Muggle-born wizards. They can't guarantee that there are no A spy cultivated by the Holy See. Slytherin proposed to send all children from Muggle families, but the other three founders objected. The number of wizards is very rare, and each one is very precious. After the proposal was rejected, Slytherin decided to build the Chamber of Secrets, and He secretly taught his students black magic here. He hoped that the students would have enough strength to protect themselves from the persecution of the Holy See. In order to motivate them, he asked the students to write down the names of their classmates who were persecuted and murdered. But this incentive Gradually it turned into hatred, and finally there was even an incident where students from Slytherin College sneaked out of the school and clashed with the Holy See. Gryffindor, who learned that the gangster was very annoyed by Slytherin's behavior. He felt that Slytherin undoubtedly put the lives of students at risk In danger. Slytherin insisted on his own approach, thinking that blindly protecting the students would put them in a greater crisis. The two argued endlessly and refused to give in to each other. In the end, Slytherin was disheartened and left Hogwarts. This is The story of Salazar Slytherin, founder of Hogwarts."

Harry let out a long breath of relief.The lingering sound echoed in the oval room like a mournful sigh.He stretched out his hand towards the stone platform in the center of the room, and the ancient scroll fell into his hand.He handed it to his ward. Riddle took it and flipped through it, and there were many words written in it densely.

Glaucus Bulstrode, 998-1011, Murder of the Curia. Helios Flint, 998-1013, Murder of the Curia. KreiosNott, 1001-1013, Murder of the Holy See. Helen Yaxley, 1003-1019, Murder of the Curia. LycusRosier, 1006-1020, Murder of the Holy See………

The names came one after another, seemingly without end, some handwriting was blurred and trembling, while others were piercing through the back of the paper. Riddle turned the book to the end.On the last page, he saw a slender ornate handwriting.

Those two lines of Latin are dignified and clear.

[I'm about to leave.If you can come here, you are my true heir. Herbo will follow your orders.Please protect Hogwarts from non-magical people.This is my only request to you. S. Slytherin】

The young man silently recited the words left by the founder, then raised his eyes and looked at the big snake lying in the green dome.He burst out laughing. Harry stood not far away, staring at him quietly. Riddle laughed for a while before stopping.He looked at his guardian coldly, "What a disappointment." He threw the book on the ground.The ancient scroll hit the stone floor with a bang, and the pages scattered in all directions.The young man bent down and picked them up carefully.

"The most powerful dark wizard in the world... His treasure is this kind of illusory thing?"

"For you, love and faith are just illusory things?"

"Yes."

"Does the treasure have to be the indestructible armor, the invincible magic wand, and the stone that can awaken the dead?"

"Sounds more useful than 'love' doesn't it?" Riddle spat out the word in disgust. "Don't tell me that even you believe in such false emotions."

"It's not a hypocritical emotion." The young man said calmly, "I do think it is the greatest power in this world."

Riddle looked at his guardian in surprise - he was sure that this was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard in his life!He couldn't believe that Harry would say such a sentence with such a serious expression.His Guardian looks like he believes it with all his heart.The boy paused for a few seconds before laughing sarcastically, "...Okay." He raised his chin provocatively at the other party, "Then prove it to me."

The people not far away fell silent, lowering their green eyes.

"You can't prove it, can you?"

Harry seemed to be thinking seriously, and finally he slowly raised his head and looked deeply at the other party.

"I can."

His voice was clear and firm, like mountain spring water falling on rocks.

Riddle raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Harry stepped forward and knelt down in front of the other so that their eyes were level.The emerald green eyes reflected the surrounding light, as hard as emeralds.The young man stretched out his hands and let them slide down on the young man's slender neck.His fingertips felt the cold texture and beating pulse of the opponent.The hands exerted a slight force, pulling the boy towards him, and the two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. Riddle frowned inexplicably, but saw his guardian's mouth twitch into a triumphant smile.

"Your heart is beating faster." Harry smiled. "What are you nervous about?"

"I'm not nervous." Riddle replied nonchalantly.

"Really?" Harry stared straight into those dark eyes, "but your pupils are dilated...your body doesn't lie."

"What are you talking about?" Riddle blinked suspiciously.

"I'm proving it to you." The hands hung down and pinched the boy's wrist.

"What—" But this time the young man didn't give him time to ask questions. Harry leaned forward and put his lips on the other's.

Riddle froze.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but it hit the opponent's arms.The young man's tongue drove straight in, provocatively passing through his mouth, crisp and itchy. Riddl