[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

In the center of Hogwarts castle, under the moving steps is a bottomless pit like an abyss.

Remove the cover of a portrait next to it, and you can see a downward staircase. The passage is a bit narrow, and only two adults can walk side by side. The staircase spirals downward, but it is dry but very dark.

Slytherin glanced at the portrait that had obviously been moved with a gloomy face, walked to the edge of the corridor of the movable staircase, took a deep breath and jumped down without hesitation!

He has no time to walk up the stairs, the magic circle under Hogwarts has already begun to be destroyed, if the dragon crystal used by Ravenclaw to run the core of the magic circle is found and destroyed, it will be very difficult for Hogwarts It is an immeasurable loss.

The dragon crystal not only supplies the running energy of the magic circle, but also deters some creatures living in the black lake, making them submissive and docile.

If the dragon crystal is taken away, the four creators can only choose to kill or expel all the ferocious creatures in the black lake.

That would be a lot of work and a lot of risk.

Slytherins have always disliked getting close to the Black Lake. Before there was no dragon crystal, there were always turbulent waves and hidden murderous intentions under the calm surface of the Black Lake, not to mention after having the dragon and the dragon crystal—— He lost his parents to the dragon and was forced to leave Hogwarts.

Even though Hogwarts is no longer his personal territory, Slytherin will not let anyone who dares to do anything to Hogwarts go.

Further down than the Slytherin lounge, deeper than the silt layer at the bottom of the Black Lake, there is a huge, carefully repaired hollow that is so spacious that you can hardly see the edge.

Beneath the Black Lake, a huge, empty underground pit seemed to cover the entire extent of Hogwarts.

Under the blessing of space magic, the huge and complicated magic array overlapped, ring after ring running quietly and smoothly, exuding faint light, becoming the light source of the entire empty pit bottom.

Slytherin put a levitation spell on himself when he saw the light, and went straight to the destroyed place after landing safely.

Behind him, the other three founders who caught up saw this, and immediately understood what made Slytherin so anxious.

The magic circle running here is the foundation of the entire Hogwarts.

"I heard Salazar say that when the British royal family gave this land to the Slytherin family, it was because of the ferocious magical creatures in the Black Lake and those living in the Forbidden Forest... Muggles couldn't handle it, so they sent it to the Slytherin family. This place was assigned to the Slytherin family." Gryffindor thought for a while, and added: "The Slytherin family has worked hard for a long time before they succeeded in calming the raging Black Lake and fighting against the dangerous races in the Forbidden Forest." After signing the contract, these magic circles are probably the result of the efforts of the ancestors of the Slytherin family."

Ravenclaw looked in admiration at the magic circles that overlapped but did not affect each other at all, "The wizards of the Slytherin family have always been excellent."

Gryffindor was not happy for the praised Slytherin, he responded perfunctorily to Ravenclaw, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of Slytherin ahead.

——The black-haired man looked like he was going to eat people.

Salazar Slytherin, because of his early wisdom, was taught and praised by the portraits left by the ancestors of Slytherin. He was once regarded as the most intelligent and most accomplished head of the Slytherin family.

In fact, when he decided to change Hogwarts into a school of magic, his external achievements had already surpassed his ancestors, pushing the Slytherin family to its peak.

However, he was not satisfied with these - he had naively thought that after Hogwarts was successfully opened, there would be people who dared to provoke, but it was not enough to worry about.

So he has always been calm and calm, even though he is always tired and busy, he is always worried about Hogwarts, but he has never worried that something will happen to Hogwarts.

He always believed that even if he did nothing, the system would not let anything happen to Hogwarts.

But now, he found that he was very wrong.

He failed to protect the efforts of the ancestors of the past generations, and he failed to be fearless as the Slytherin family motto said. What's more, if he hadn't ran to the basement without any vigilance at the beginning, those Muggle children would have died. There will be no chance of awakening the dragon, and his parents will not die.

Hogwarts will not be lost and has not been able to return to Slytherin for more than ten years.

Reality was like two loud slaps, slapping Slytherin's face and heart with burning pain.

Several snakes with dark scales swam over and hissed. Slytherin glanced at the wounds on their bodies, and a gloomy and cruel look flashed in his eyes.

Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, not to mention that Slytherin is not a rabbit without fangs and claws, but a poisonous snake with bad personality and strong poison.

"Cutting out the heart." The moment Slytherin saw the figure in front of him, he waved his wand without hesitation, the emerald green light flashed away, and the person who was not at all on guard fell down in response, and after a muffled grunt There was a heart-piercing howl.

Slytherin stared sternly at the other two, and his eyes fell on the petite figure who was protected behind them.

The pupils shrank sharply, and after Slytherin's breathing stopped for a moment, his gloomy face unexpectedly calmed down.

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin's hand, which was holding his wand tightly, trembling a little, because the knuckles were white from the excessive force, and even the veins were clearly visible.

The unfortunate person who was hit by Gouging the Heart was writhing on the ground in pain, and the hysterical screams filled this somewhat dimly lit huge space, making people think of something bad.

At least, the petite figure stared at by Slytherin and Gryffindor was trembling, cowering, and pale at the moment.

The aura of Slytherin and Gryffindor was not something he could bear. When he met Slytherin's dark and dull black eyes, a chill rose from behind, as if he was being stared at by something. bad premonition.

The person wearing the wizard's robe on the ground exposed the clothes under the wizard's robe when struggling, and Slytherin was not surprised to see the bishop's robe at all.

"The church really thinks highly of Hogwarts." Slytherin waved his wand, and as soon as a small light flickered past, the screams stopped abruptly, and the people rolling on the ground still opened their mouths in pain, but they couldn't move anymore. Make annoying noises.

This scene is even more terrifying than before.

"Counting you, ten bishops, one archbishop, and half a knight order." Slytherin calculated, his face was calm, but his voice was so cold that ice scum could fall out. He glanced at the nervous little guy again , "Oh, and an unidentified little traitor."

It was the little wizard at the edge of the Forbidden Forest who asked him innocently and expectantly if he hated hemp seeds.

Slytherin still remembers that day under the sun, the little wizard's brown hair was so soft that people wanted to rub it, his eyes were pure and bright, and he would cry because he deducted points from Gryffindor, but he still mustered up his courage want to be close to him.

Although it turned out to be scared off by Slytherin.

"I remember you asked me if I hated little bitch wizards." Slytherin leaned forward, as if wanting to get closer to him so that he could hear better, "Now I can tell you clearly, no no Like it, but loathe it."

Especially those who were loyal to the church and betrayed Hogwarts.

Slytherin looked at the eyes of the little wizard looking at him, still so pure and bright, with obvious loss and bewilderment.

He squinted his eyes, sneered, and made a hissing sound from his throat, which made his scalp tingle, [Diffinde, kill them. ]

Basilisk kills have always been quiet and without trace.

A small emerald green triangular head poked out from the side of the Slytherin's neck, eyes that had been covered with scaly lids opened for the first time.

The little wizard who had been staring at Slytherin naturally fell on the sudden appearance of the little snake. The moment he met the pair of orange snake eyes, the little wizard fell down stiffly.

Slytherin looked indifferently and calmly at the little wizard who had turned into a corpse without a single wound, and unexpectedly accepted this fact without a trace of resistance in his heart.

"Salazar!?" Gryffindor saw the emerald green snake wrapped around Slytherin's neck, and instantly understood what Slytherin had done, "You..."

"I'm already very merciful." Slytherin said in a low voice, he looked at the bishop who was still rolling on the ground, and now he didn't even have the strength to tumbling, "At least he didn't die under the torture .”

The whole body of the white-robed bishop was twitching, his mouth was open and he was gasping for air, but his pupils had already spread and gradually filled with death gray.

Gryffindor frowned, "Why did you kill that child?"

"I don't need to abide by your knightly virtues, Godric, I'm a wizard, not a knight." Slytherin raised his hand, looking at the two young bishops who were staring at him with fear and panic, "may Your Lord will take your souls."

"Avada Kedavra."

……

Slytherin finally understood why the original Salazar Slytherin hated Muggles so much.

In the absence of a system, and Salazar Slytherin, who has not experienced the era of human rights like he did before, it is completely understandable and considerate to hate Muggles and Muggle wizards.

After experiencing the loss of his parents, Salazar Slytherin, who had a happy childhood, was not distorted by the strong gap, but only hated Muggles, and his mentality was already very good.

And what happened next, it is really normal for Slytherin to raise basilisks and say such remarks.

——The original Salazar Slytherin didn't have the experience of living as an ordinary person, and in the few memories he experienced of being close friends with Muggles, a disaster would be betrayal.

A more or less willful nobleman did not slaughter Muggles in anger, which proved that his tutor was really good.

Even Slytherin, who has changed his core now, can't help but want to stab the Pope to death with a knife and slaughter the church.

"Salazar, are you alright?" Gryffindor stood by the Slytherin bed and looked at the man with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep. Gryffindor, who was pushed by the two ladies to comfort him, unexpectedly said Feel a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable.

Gryffindor's mind was full of the scene where Slytherin killed the little wizard without hesitation.

His upbringing as a knight made it impossible for him to accept the fact that he could do it to a child, and what Slytherin said afterwards made Gryffindor feel a little bit of slight contempt.

Contempt for the virtues of chivalry.

This made Gryffindor unacceptable, and Slytherin's shots were all black magic, which made Gryffindor surprised and flustered.

Salazar seemed to have changed suddenly at some point, and now Salazar was no longer afraid of death, and was no longer willing to be more frank with him.

Gryffindor thought of what Ravenclaw mentioned underground, why would such an important Hogwarts be donated by Slytherin as a school site?

The always loyal Gryffindor knight gradually became a little doubtful about the object of his loyalty, which made him extremely uncomfortable - a sense of betrayal hit his heart and constantly condemned him.

Slytherin finally opened his eyes, looking at Gryffindor with the same gentle and a little smile as before.

"I'm fine, Godric." He paused, and finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing himself to rest, "I think we need to talk, there should be no grievances between us."

These are the most sincere words Slytherin said to Gryffindor.

After Gryffindor was stunned for a moment, he finally showed a relaxed expression, sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged Slytherin tightly.

"I'm worried about you, Salazar."

"I know."

"You suddenly..." Gryffindor thought for a while, but finally couldn't find an appropriate adjective, "Suddenly I don't know you anymore."

"What about now?" Slytherin raised the corners of his mouth, his brows looked tired but warm.

"Well, I got it." Gryffindor tilted his head and kissed Slytherin's temple.

Slytherin pushed away Gryffindor, who wanted to get ahead, and after sorting out his thoughts, he began to tell most of his experiences.

This is probably the most loyal behavior a Slytherin can do.

He concealed his travel and system matters, and answered some of Gryffindor's questions as truthfully as possible.

"However, not all hemp seeds are..."

"That's what I thought before, all the time before Halloween." Slytherin interrupted Gryffindor, "Godric, you know, faith is very scary, and now Hogwarts, It is destined not to have such firm spiritual strength.”

But even the Church has traitors.Gryffindor looked at Slytherin and shrugged.

He knew that it was difficult for the current Slytherin to listen to these words, as if everyone knew some truths, but there were always people who would dig into the corners.

Slytherin is so confident that even Gryffindor can't understand why Slytherin has such absolute confidence in certain things.

And what makes Gryffindor feel miraculous is that what Slytherin is determined to do is that the process is smooth or tortuous, but in the end it is indeed realized, just like the establishment of Hogwarts.

"Well, let's not talk about this." Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief, "But it is impossible not to recruit Muggles."

Slytherin was silent for two seconds, lowering his eyes to avoid Gryffindor's sight, obviously not wanting to get entangled in this topic.

Gryffindor was a little helpless, but he didn't want to force Slytherin, at least Slytherin told him some completely private things, which was already a surprise for him.

There's no need to chase and fight, it's just annoying.Although Gryffindor was reckless and had the aura of not giving up without seeing the Yellow River, he also understood that some things needed to be done slowly.

"Sleep, Salazar." Gryffindor took off his coat without seeing anything, lifted the Slytherin's loose quilt and got inside.

Slytherin frowned, and pushed Gryffindor, "Go take a shower first."

The blond man seemed to still smell of blood, and the vague smell evokes bad memories of Slytherin.

Slytherin didn't really want to recall the scene of killing someone with his own hands a few hours ago. Although he was always surprised by his calmness and calmness in this matter, Slytherin still tried his best to avoid thinking about how good this episode was. Come back.

Even if he understands that once his hands touch such a field, it is very difficult to get rid of it.

"I've already washed it." Gryffindor leaned forward cheekily, hugged Slytherin tightly as if hugging a large pillow, and placed a light kiss on his forehead, "Good night , Salazar."

"Good night..." Slytherin paused slightly, moved uncomfortably and then closed his eyes.

……

Slytherin told his three companions the fact that he was a Dark wizard after that day.

——Even in pursuit of black witchcraft, even the simplest healing white magic can no longer be used.

The attitudes of the three companions are somewhat different, but they can all be summed up in three words: Disagree.They even wanted to cancel the Dark Arts class taught by Slytherin.

After seeing how powerful Slytherin could kill the white-robed bishop with a single gouge, they became more or less worried.

They had been obstructing the progress of Slytherin's black arts course intentionally or unintentionally before, and Slytherin never cared about it. They half-pushed and half-assed to take it, and if they couldn't teach it, they withdrew.

After Halloween, Slytherin suddenly became tough, and the black art was changed from an elective to a formal course. Although there were only two classes a week, they were all compulsory.

What Slytherin, who has the headmaster's authority, wants to do, the other three creators really have no way to stop it.

No one can stop what Slytherin is determined to do, not even Gryffindor.

This is the first class after Slytherin promoted the black magic course to a compulsory course, and the class is aimed at the young wizards of Slytherin House and Gryffindor House.

When Slytherin entered the classroom, the atmosphere was very tense.

The little lions of Gryffindor looked a little slumped, while the little snakes looked at them with contemptuous eyes.

The children in the Snake Court looked at Slytherin in a weird way, with fear and imperceptible admiration, but on the contrary, the little lions cringed as if they had done something wrong.

——It was as if the personalities of the two colleges had been swapped.

No, Slytherin's little snakes never cower like this, even if they make a mistake, they will try their best to find excuses to evade or frame the blame on others.

This has always been a good tradition of the nobility, and it will continue and be carried forward now and in the future.

Regardless of the delicate atmosphere between the young wizards of the two colleges, Slytherin waved his wand and moved in the twenty or so mice he had prepared.

"A group of two, divide it up." He remembered that the number of people happened to be an even number.

However, the situation was not as good as imagined. In the end, there was only one student left in the Snake Academy and the Lion Academy, and the two parties obviously had no intention of finding a partner with each other. .

Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "I hope you have some understanding of what black magic is before class."

The students listened quietly without speaking.

"Then..." Slytherin casually pointed to a Gryffindor student, "Sir, please tell me what you think of black magic?"

The boy who was pointed stood up, mustered up his courage under the gaze of Slytherin, and replied loudly, "I don't know! Professor!"

"Very well, sit down, who knew a little before the class..." Slytherin looked at the pair of eyes that lit up sharply below, and his wand lightly nodded in that direction, "That lady, it's you, please Tell me."

"Black magic is an extremely evil spell. It is also called black witchcraft. It is called by the church as a gift from Satan. It is powerful in destructive power and can easily kill people." The girl obviously did a lot of homework, Slytherin Waiting for the girl to finish speaking with a calm expression, "...Dark wizards are evil, gloomy, violent and crazy. They take pleasure in slaughtering Muggles and provoking the church. They are heinous and deserve to be burned at the stake."

The girl's voice fell, and the originally quiet classroom became silent.

Slytherin didn't mind, he nodded, "Good answer, one point for Gryffindor."

A very standard church-style answer, Slytherin did not expect that there would be a little wizard who would dare to answer his question like this, should it be said that he is indeed a child who was accepted into the academy by Gryffindor? It is really courageous.

"Professor, I have a question." The girl didn't give up, she looked at Slytherin, her tone was a little nervous, "Al...where did he go?"

"How dare you mention that traitor?!" On the Slytherin seat, the little Blake stood up abruptly, staring at the girl with a rather unkind expression.

Just as Slytherin was about to answer, he froze when he saw Black standing up, and finally closed his mouth.

He has been busy studying the Muggle Repelling Spell recently, and he doesn't know much about what happened in Hogwarts.

Judging from the current situation, the nobles seem to have spread the matter spontaneously.

The girl turned to look at Black, staring at him with big beautiful eyes, "Professor Slytherin didn't allow you to speak! Black!"

"Okay, Mr. Black." Slytherin looked at the little Black who seemed to want to pinch the girl, pursed his lips, looked at the little girl who was waiting for his answer, and the smile on his face softened. "As you said before, I need to add one more thing."

"what?"

"Where wizards are found among ordinary believers, clergymen above the bishop level have the right to arrest and burn them at the stake." Slytherin thought for a while, "Not only wizards, but also those who do not believe in religion, or have doubts about the Lord." Anyone who does not will be considered a heretic and be hanged or burned at the stake.”

The little wizards of the seedlings obviously remembered a lot, and their faces turned pale.

"And the Al you mentioned, I think if I'm not wrong, it's already a handful of dust." Slytherin said regretfully, but his words were very sharp, "Leaving the dormitory alone at the time like last time—I Hopefully it doesn't happen again unless you want to be like him."

"Impossible! Al is with..." The little girl's words came to an abrupt end.

Slytherin looked at her coldly.

"No, I mean... we don't need to use black magic to protect ourselves, we learned Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, look, what a kind little girl." Finally, Slytherin didn't even want to show a smile to this student who was obviously inclined towards the church. A strong disgust flashed in his dark eyes, and he raised his head. Chin, "So in the face of the church or other wizards chasing you, are you only planning to escape passively?"

"We learned how to disarm you!"

"Very good." Slytherin raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were cold and cold, "Then now, use your weapon against me."

The little girl in Gryffindor didn't hesitate much. As soon as Slytherin finished speaking, she waved her wand without hesitation, and a red light shot towards Slytherin's wrist.

Everyone was waiting for the wand in Slytherin's hand to come out, but what made them dumbfounded was that the red light hit Slytherin's wrist firmly, but the recipient remained motionless.

"Don't be so naive, little girl." Slytherin leaned forward. "You are too weak. If you think you can grow stronger than the bishop and archbishop of the church, you have the right to say such a thing."

"In addition, although your weapon is programmed into Defense Against the Dark Arts, it is also black magic in essence." Slytherin pinched the little girl's soft cheek viciously, "The feeling of attacking others with black magic How, dear lady."

The little girl didn't know what to say.

Slytherin felt that it was not a glorious thing for him to use a little girl to establish his prestige.

Little Blake snorted beside him, he felt that Slytherin was much better than him, and he slapped his face cracklingly.

Slytherin ignored the little girl with a bad look and turned back to the podium.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the spell we are going to learn today is..."

The teaching of black magic is very accident-prone, especially in a large class with more than forty students, the situation of young wizards with different qualifications makes Slytherin flustered.

By the end of the session, three students had been taken to the medical wing.

The first Dark Arts class that was taken seriously, gave Slytherin as bad an impression as the previous class that was messed up by Gryffindor.