[HP] King of Slytherin

"The End of the Triwizard Tournament"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed deep fear, and he hissed.

Salazar spoke slowly, with indescribable arrogance in his cold voice.

"In you, I saw the curse of the Slytherin blood. Tell me, what did you do?" His words seemed to carry the magic power of the abyss, making people involuntarily want to answer.

Voldemort said grimly: "I killed..." He woke up suddenly in the middle of speaking, and looked at Salazar in surprise and anger.Ever since he practiced Occlumency, no one has successfully broken through his own mental defenses. Who is this person?

But this half sentence is enough for the people present to deduce everything.

The Death Eaters suppressed their astonishment. Back then, the young Tom Riddle gained fame by virtue of his status as a descendant of Slytherin.But now Voldemort himself said that he killed other Slytherins?

Merlin's socks!

The most important thing for a pure-blood wizard family is the inheritance of a family.Would a person who could kill his own relatives wantonly care about the inheritance of other families?Can such a lunatic really bring Slytherin to glory?

Many Death Eaters silently lowered their heads, feeling a little strange in their hearts.

Salazar said angrily, he raised his finger, and the ground in the garden suddenly turned into ice, freezing Voldemort firmly on the ground.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the flames burned from the soles of his feet. He turned into a puff of black smoke in embarrassment, and flew to the door, his feet were covered with blood.

The Death Eaters pulled out their wands one after another. Hyland swiped his wand, but was stopped by Salazar.

"Is this the current Slytherin?" He looked at every Death Eater sarcastically, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his deep and sweet voice, "It's really... surprising."

A hunched Death Eater asked cautiously, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"I'm Slytherin." Salazar said calmly, and no one except Hyland would know the true meaning of his words.

Voldemort gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill him!"

The Death Eaters made a move, their fear of Voldemort was deep in their bones.The hunched wizard's eyes flickered. He heard something unusual in that sentence, but he couldn't be sure.

Salazar & Duke Slytherin had only one daughter, and no one inherited his surname.So, who could this powerful man calling himself Slytherin be?

Voldemort also raised his wand, with cruelty and madness in his blood-colored pupils.

"Give me death!"

Rumble!The ground began to shake violently.A magic circle rose above the house—the self-destruct magic was activated, the whole house collapsed, and a faint flame gradually ignited.

"Madman!" Grindelwald's complexion changed slightly, and with a wave of his wand, the anti-apparition layer he cast before suddenly shattered without a trace. He shouted at Hyland, "Randall, get out of here!"

Sensing the danger, Hyland took a step back and disappeared at the same time as Salazar.

The rest of the Saints, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters stopped, and they Apparated in a panic.

boom!With a loud bang, the old house began to explode.All the trees were on fire, stones were flying in the air, and there were constant explosions in the yard.A Death Eater couldn't dodge in time, his calf was injured by the flames, and he fell to the ground screaming.

Dumbledore waved his wand again and again, and all the Order of the Phoenix and saints who hadn't fled were moved outside by him.Having done this, he pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"It's time to end, Tom," he said quietly.

"You don't want to kill me!" Laughed Voldemort, his lipless mouth twisted, his blood-red eyes gleaming with madness.

Grindelwald swiftly walked around the pillar of fire, stabbed his wand, and said coldly, "Avada Kedavra!"

At the same time, Dumbledore's magic also shot out, and two rays of light pierced Voldemort like lightning.

Voldemort smiled strangely, and rushed backwards into the sea of ​​flames. The dancing fiery snakes bit his flesh and blood, his black robes started to catch fire, and black smoke billowed from his body.

Bang bang bang!The house could no longer hold up, and gradually it tilted and collapsed.Dumbledore and Grindelwald glanced at each other and teleported outside the house.

The flames burned the night sky red, and after a shocking explosion sounded, the entire old house was turned into ruins.

On the small hill, Hyland saw Grindelwald and Dumbledore coming out, and he hurried up to meet them.

"Is Voldemort dead?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled, reflecting the dancing flames.

"Randall, this is just the beginning."

Yes, this is not the end, but a beginning.

The Triwizard Tournament ended so hastily. Although the whereabouts of the trophy were unknown, Highland still won the championship.People who didn't know the inside story cheered loudly, and the warm applause almost overturned the entire stand.

Hyland had a smile on his face, but his mind had already flown to the sky.Hogwarts students surrounded him like a tide, and he couldn't remember how many people he shook hands with, nor what he said.When passing the Slytherin stands, Daphne jumped up and gave him a big hug, and the rest of the little snakes also surrounded him.

"Randall, well done!" Blaise grinned and gave a thumbs up.

"I knew, Slytherin would be the best!" Draco raised his chin triumphantly.

"Congratulations, Randall." Astoria smiled slightly.

"Senior Yatra...too amazing..."

……

Looking at the bright smiling faces in front of him, Hyland suddenly felt that his heart was full, heavy and light, and his heartbeat was echoing in his ears.

Voldemort is back... not so long ago, he was fighting the Death Eaters.Many of those people were blood relatives of the Slytherins in front of them.If they knew the news, would they still show such happy smiles?

"Randall?" Blaise keenly noticed Hyland's strangeness, and he tentatively asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Hyland shook his head, raised his fist with a smile, and shouted loudly: "Slytherin glory!"

"Slytherin glory!" All the little snakes shouted, their blood was ignited with fanatical voices, and the whole stands seemed to be boiling, echoing their cheers.

If Voldemort wanted to ruin all of this, kill him.

Hyland smiled softly, his beautiful eyes bent into crescents.

The moon was already high in the sky, and Hyland was surrounded by the crowd and returned to the castle, but halfway through, he suddenly felt the ring on his finger vibrate violently.

"Go back first." Hyland stopped in his tracks.

Blaise patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Come back early, we have ordered Ms. Romsta's fine wine, if you come back late, there will be no more."

Hyland responded with a smile, and took off the ring on his finger after the crowd had gone away.

"Randall." A cold voice called, Hyland tilted his head, and found that it was Murnos. He was standing under the tree, and his face could not be seen clearly in the blurred shadows.

The ring suddenly floated into the air, and Salazar's figure suddenly appeared.He looked at Murnos indifferently, his black robe was hunting and flying in the air.

"I finally see you." Myernos looked at Salazar calmly. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Hyland looked at this and then at that, secretly guessing the relationship between the two.

Salazar stared at him, saying nothing.

Mernos came out from the shadows, and he said: "Thousands of years ago, I left Hogwarts Castle and swore that I would never return until I became famous." Nong laughed at himself, "I succeeded. I created Atlantis and accommodated all alien races. I made Muggles and wizards live in harmony on the island, creating brilliance."

A wave flashed in Salazar's dark eyes, but soon returned to calm.

"I returned to Hogwarts... with a lot of joy," Myrnos stopped and said softly, "Uncle Godric told me——you have passed away."

"Godric?" Salazar finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Mernos said calmly: "Yes. In the second year after you left, he killed the Pope of the Holy See, pushed back the power of the Holy See, and was seriously injured himself. When I went to Hogwarts , he is almost unable to support it anymore."

He still remembered that when he first met Godric, the handsome man in his memory was lying on the bed, already covered in white hair, sick and skinny, and could no longer see the former vitality and smile.

"Salazar... is gone," Godric murmured, "I can feel..."

Mernos closed his eyes. For thousands of years, he has long been used to seeing the parting of life and death, but he still has not forgotten the silence that is more sorrowful than heart-death.

"Really." Salazar's voice was cold, and his eyes were so deep that it was elusive.

"I have tried resurrection... Although I don't know if you are willing," Myernos said slowly, "I collected all kinds of alchemy materials and spent 40 years to create three finished products— — the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone."

Salazar pursed his lips and scolded lightly, "Stupid behavior."

"Yeah, it's stupid." Mernos smiled, "I conquered death, but I still couldn't bring you back to life. At this moment, I suddenly realized that your soul still exists."

Under the faint moonlight, Salazar's skin was extremely pale, faintly translucent.Hyland thought of that weird secret room, and finally understood why Salazar's portrait was so different.

He quickly recalled the previous battle, and found that although Salazar shot, he didn't kill a single person.It was said in the books that killing would damage or even split the soul of a person.It is for this reason that Salazar, who is a soul body, did not make a move to kill.

"Later, when I was sorting out your relics, I accidentally found a prophecy ball," Myrnos continued, "I knew your soul would be in Hogwarts, but I couldn't find it. The prophecy It is mentioned in the book, 'After a thousand years, the silver-green chamber will officially open'. I wonder if I will be able to see you again after a thousand years."

"What if you can't wait?" Salazar said softly.

Myrnos said haughtily: "As it turns out, I was right, didn't I?"

He is different from Mephisto, because Mephisto has a contract with the Phoenix Clan, so he can keep nirvana and maintain his youth.However, although the soul of Myrnos is immortal, it will still age. In order to wait, he sealed himself in the ice and spent thousands of years in the cold.

All this, he did not say.

Myrnos & Yatra, whose ego made him say nothing of what he had done.

"What do you want to say when you see me?" Salazar spoke slowly, as if he had exhausted every word.

"Before I left the castle, I had a big fight with you." Miernos chuckled lightly.

Back then, he stubbornly raised his head and said, "I don't think wizards are inherently noble. Muggles are very smart, and the technology they create is no worse than magic!"

"Oh, really?" Salazar's tone was understated, but sharp enough to pierce his heart, "If you're not a wizard and your last name is Slytherin, you don't even have the qualifications to touch magic."

Mernos clenched his fists. He remembered the events of his previous life since he was born, and he remembered clearly—he was a Muggle before.Therefore, he couldn't stand his father's contempt for Muggles even more.

"Glory is always created by capable people, not inherited," he said coldly, "I will prove it to you, Father. Without the surname of Slytherin, I can still create glory!"

Salazar narrowed his eyes dangerously, and he said softly: "The glory of Slytherin is not something you give up when you want to, and you have to go back if you want to. Mornos, are you sure you want to choose this way?" ?”

"I'm sure." Mornos said coldly.

Both of them were in a trance because of the memories, and Salazar said softly: "I remember, you were only 16 years old at that time."

There was vicissitudes in Mernos' black eyes, and he said, "Yes, 16 years old."

The two of them were silent for a while, and after a long time, Miernos raised a faint smile.

"There is one thing I have always wanted to tell you... Although I hope that Slytherin will be proud of me, I am even more proud of being a Slytherin, father."

A gust of wind blew by, and Salazar smiled in his dark eyes.

"I know."

Hyland looked at the two of them quietly, not knowing what it was like in his heart.He suddenly thought of himself, will he and Dumbledore become like this in the future?

Don't regret it because you missed it... Will he regret it...

This evening, there was a party all night in the Slytherin cellar.No one cared about the rule that minors are not allowed to drink, and the flame whiskey piled up into a hill.They laughed and quarreled until it became bright, and then they lay down on the bed tiredly.

The next morning, Hyland went to the table for breakfast as usual.As soon as he took his seat, he felt that the atmosphere around him was quite different from usual.Many people looked at him secretly, it seemed that everyone had something to say.

"Senior Yatra..." A little snake stammered, "They said...that person...was resurrected?" His tone was extremely incredible, as if he was talking about a fantasy.

Hyland cast his eyes on the long table in Gryffindor, and saw Harry surrounded by a group of people, gesticulating and preaching something.

"Atra, are they telling the truth?" Adrianna Hopkirk asked in a low voice.

"This is not something we should be discussing," Hyland said dryly. "I suggest you write to your parents and ask your parents, rather than casually discussing this kind of issue in the hall."

No one made a sound, but the keen little snake sensed Hyland's hidden meaning.Many people have an astonishing guess—is that person really back?

Some are happy, some are excited, some are worried, and some are terrified.At the long Slytherin table, although everyone was eating breakfast peacefully, most of them didn't know what to eat.

"Fudge and Dumbledore have parted ways." Another week later, Blaise flipped through his intelligence book and said seemingly casually, "That fool, he yelled at Dumbledore, and then ran back angrily. Ministry of Magic."

Hyland sneered, and said, "Oh? This is really strange. In the past, Dumbledore said a few soft words, and Fudge didn't listen easily. Why did he dare to be so tough this time?" Although he said doubts, But there was an answer in my heart immediately.

"...It's not because of the mysterious man," Blaise lowered his voice, "Fudge refused to accept Dumbledore's statement. He insisted that Dumbledore did this to boost his reputation."

"Idiot." Hyland muttered.

Blaise shrugged and said: "Yeah, very stupid. But it's also normal. Dumbledore's reputation is too high, and he has even declined the post of Minister of Magic twice. Fudge usually obeys him in order to take advantage of his position." Prestige. Now that there is a conflict, it is natural to fear that your status will be threatened.”

Hyland twirled the quill in his hand and said calmly, "Where are the others?"

"Not many people believe it," Blaise said lightly, "after all, the two parties involved—you and Potter are both unharmed, and there is no evidence now except for Dumbledore's words."

Hyland smiled and said mockingly: "It's not that they don't believe it, but they don't want to believe it. How beautiful the whitewashed peace is now, and with the Ministry of Magic's rhetoric, they naturally don't want to believe it."

Blaise took a deep look at him, and asked softly: "...Randall, so, is he really back?"

Hyland nodded lightly, described the scene that night, and finally said with a smile: "Do you believe these ridiculous things?"

"Ah, although I don't want to believe it," Blaise said rather distressed, "but there is no reason not to believe it. Randall, you really gave me a problem."

Hyland laughed. He threw the quill aside and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Facts are facts after all, and will not change because of what others think. Knowing now is better than those who are kept in the dark when things are about to happen."

Blaise rested his chin on his hands and said briskly, "That's right."

"So, Daphne and Astoria, please tell me." Hyland blinked, "You and Daphne are very 'friends'."

"Ah, you crafty fellow," Blaise exclaimed exaggeratedly.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Sahua~~Finally finished the fourth volume~Tears streaming down my face~

By the way, this chapter is worth two chapters~

Volume [-] Phoenix Reborn from the Ashes