[HP] Lost and Returning

Let’s take a look at Salazar again. After Godric appeared, his unhappiness index became even more violent, because the place where he landed was a golden and red living room. Don’t think this must be the inner hall of the brat’s potion shop. Hmph, but suddenly Remembering that the name of the shop seemed to have changed, Salazar finally felt more comfortable and sat down on the most unpretentious chair.

"Why did you lie to me?" Salazar asked.

"That kind of people, do you think it's good?" Godric didn't answer, but asked instead, Salazar was obsessed with going home and living in the same race, but the same race must be considerate and worth relying on?

"It's up to me to judge." Salazar said stiffly. The Dark Lord had indeed disappointed him. He actually didn't live long in the Feathered Serpent clan when he was young. He spent most of his time growing up in the wizarding world with his mother. There are more disgusting faces of wizards, so he is more inclined to think that his mother's side will be better, not to mention, his own habits are more suitable for the dark world.

Godric smiled lightly, and sat across from Salazar: "I can't tell you about the Dark Lord when I first entered Hogwarts."

"Huh?" Salazar raised an eyebrow.

"I'm worried that after I say it, you will get out of control and kill me by mistake." Godric laughed jokingly, "Then I'm not at a big loss."

"What do you mean?" Salazar was puzzled. It was not a big deal to have a tribe here.

Godric put away his joking expression, and said word by word: "The confirmed information in the wizarding world, the Dark Lord is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Salazar was dumbfounded.

Salazar's eyes widened, he was hallucinating.

For a full five minutes, the black-haired boy sat on the chair with a blank expression, without blinking his eyes.

Godric held his chin, which was a good reaction. If the kid in the past heard the news, he would definitely shout that it was impossible, and then he would turn over the table, and then cut him to death as a rumormonger. It's still at this level when it comes to relationships, so it's absolutely reasonable for Godric not to say it before.

"Are you kidding?" murmured, the 11-year-old couldn't accept it.

"There is already a college named after us here, what else is unbelievable?" Godric chuckled: "Actually, this is also very simple. If you don't believe it, you can do a blood test."

Salazar glared fiercely at the young man who had been smiling all the time, but he didn't have the usual momentum.

Godric shrugged, with a look that had nothing to do with him.

Salazar ignored Godric, he directly apparated back to the dormitory, Lucius hadn't come back as he expected, Salazar looked at the snake sculpture on the wall hesitantly and hesitated to speak.

[His Royal Highness, what's the matter? 】The little snakes spoke actively.

[I want to ask...] Salazar ran out of words halfway through, how should I ask this kind of thing?

When this kind of thing happened to him, Salazar's face was still a little thinner, he squeaked a few times, but didn't ask anything, and sat back on the bed depressedly, holding the pygmy cattail in a daze.

It's not him, it's not him, it's definitely not him, it's fine to build a school, how is this possible!Salazar keeps hypnotizing himself, this is another space, that is another self, different, definitely not him!Salazar pulled the quilt up and wrapped herself in it from head to toe, letting the Pygmy Puff bounce on the bed.

Mr. Ferret saw such a wonderful scene when he returned to the dormitory at noon: a small hill protruded from the bed, a few strands of black hair were exposed outside, and green and purple pygmy bushes circled the hill.

Draco didn't wake up. Lucius came back early after he felt that he had nothing to do. The homework hadn't been written yet, and it had to be handed in on Monday. The first thing in his current schedule was homework, and thank you Boy, though those red eyes do ooze panic at the thought of it.

Salazar is a very vigilant person. He noticed someone coming into the dormitory immediately, so he sat up abruptly, with the quilt still wrapped around him, and a green dwarf cattail was just on his head. Hanging up and down.

As soon as Lucius entered the door, he turned back into a human form. He stared dumbly at the extremely childish scene in front of him, unable to say anything.

Salazar squinted his eyes, and said before the other party could speak: "Close the door, do your homework, and don't talk." After speaking, Salazar lifted the quilt over his head again and stuffed himself inside.

Lucius blinked for a long time, then walked slowly back to the table, what happened?The boy's reaction was just like his son's temper tantrums when he was a child - burying himself in the quilt and ignoring others.Lucius sat down to do his homework again, thinking while doing it, what did Wilson say?And it's about the Dark Lord...

All day long, Salazar huddled himself under the covers and played the ostrich.

……

Harry was in a daze after being kicked out of the cellar, and he didn't know how he got back to the Gryffindor dormitory.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, "Professor Snape gave you leave?"

Harry looked up blankly, looked at Hermione and Ron not far away, and said nothing.

Ron came over and put his arm on his friend's shoulder: "Great, let's go out together, George and Fred have bought a lot of new things."

Harry's eyes were on the two friends, but his mind wasn't there. His mind was still in the cellar, on the dark-haired man who was yelling at him.

"Harry?" Hermione found the other party's expression stiff.

"I'm a little tired, I want to go back and rest." Harry said absent-mindedly, "Go on your own."

Back in the dormitory alone, Harry sat on a chair and stared at the window in a daze. After a long time, he took out a book from the drawer, the Half-Blood Prince's Potions book, opened a page, and gently stroked the handwritten words on the book. handwriting.Severus?Snape, how many faces does this man have.

He always thought that this man was a cold, selfish, extreme and gloomy person, and he kept targeting him again and again, deducting points, confinement, and endless accusations, as if everything he did was wrong, but this feeling never There was a change last year, the accident when he was learning Occlumency, let him know that Snape hated him for no reason, this man hated his father, and hated it for granted.

Of course, this is not to say that he should bear this kind of resentment from the previous generation, but as a professor of Potions, Snape protected him. At first, he broke Quilo's spell in the Quidditch field. Every time he was injured, except Madam Pomfrey's help, Snape's potion is also essential, although this man is always full of sarcasm.

Also, Harry thought of the scene again, when he captured Peter, he knocked Snape down, but when Lupine turned into a werewolf, that man protected Lupine, Hermione and Ron like chickens. behind.

Harry smiled unconsciously. When he overturned the potion, the man who obviously loved potion first checked to see if he was injured. But just now, after making two bottles of palliative, the man thought of Malfoy first.Thinking of this, Harry's smile froze. Snape was so nervous about Malfoy, was it because Malfoy was a Slytherin student?

Harry's eyes darkened, he touched his back, the bump on the wall was not light, it was the first time he saw Snape so angry, really angry, what did he do wrong?All he dreamed about was the scene in the bathroom.

Both Malfoy and Snape were under the Cruciatus Curse, Harry thought, only the Dark Lord did this kind of thing, contacting leaked dreams, could it all have something to do with Big Malfoy?

Harry closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch the lightning-shaped scar, and the magic power was condensed. If the Dark Lord can see the information from his side, can he spy on the Dark Lord's side?After trying his best, Harry still couldn't see anything. The difference in strength was too great, and it really didn't work.

With a sigh, Harry's eyes fell on the Potions book again.

A second later, Harry slammed his head on the textbook, thinking, it's over, his mind is full of old Bat's face now.