[HP+Gintama] Azkaban's house price is high

Seeing that Summerfield agreed without hesitation, the old patriarch still showed a rare smile even though the matter hadn't been settled yet.

Myers' complexion was not very good-looking, and his gaze at the old patriarch changed from a slight respect at the beginning to dissatisfaction.

This kind of dissatisfaction became more obvious after the old patriarch asked someone to take Somerfield away, but he was forced to stay behind.

This memory belonged to Myers, so the two villain bosses were very interested in what the blond knight was doing, and they had to be patient and watch Myers chat with the old patriarch.The two typical poisonous snakes are very educated. They started from the principles of magic, talked about the development and progress of dragon language, and talked about the cultivation methods of rare potion materials. Finally, they went around a big circle and pulled out the importance of learning alchemy. .

Gao Shan was not interested in the content of their conversation, and simply chose to close his eyes and rest.Voldemort, however, was as excited as a giant dragon breaking into Baoshan, and secretly vowed to take out this memory as soon as possible after leaving here.

What about the conversation records of the ancestors in the Merlin era!A little integration of the essence of the words can be beneficial to people, and Voldemort didn't think he would let such an opportunity pass up.

After chatting for more than an hour, Myers finally brought the topic back to his companions.

"Captain Simpson is a typical Hercules, brave, alert, and vigorous...Although there is a bit less reason that normal people would have and a bit more impulsiveness that only the Hershan dragon has, but I must admit, As a collaborator, he is qualified." The implication is that I have no plans to change people in a short time.

Let me extend the meaning again—although I lent someone to you, you'd better guarantee that guy's life to me.

The old patriarch smiled, and there were sharp wrinkles on his thin face: "Mr. Kadia is a well-informed person, otherwise, you would not know that I am lurking here with my clansmen."

"so?"

"So you should be very clear about the reason why we stay here." The old patriarch's voice was mixed with a sigh, and he gently raised his hand, and steaming milk came out of the silver cup floating towards Myers, "Even without the help of Your Excellency the Knight, we have already made preparations for this operation. Being able to meet the rumored 'magic-immune' blessed one on the eve of the attack is only a [-]% success rate." It’s just growing to be foolproof, and there’s not much danger.”

"I really believe in the strength of the Feathered Serpent family." Myers raised his eyelids perfunctorily, and the white liquid in the cup silently transformed into purple red wine, "But the one you are going to deal with is Carle Master Di, his attainment in black art alchemy is only called a saint level, you two are fighting against each other, and you have a poor Muggle who is as weak as a flower bone destroyed in a rainstorm, I am worried that it is justifiable .”

As weak as a flower bone destroyed in a rainstorm...

Are you talking about the 1.9-meter tall and strong knight who can see his muscles as soon as he rolls up his sleeves?

A crack appeared in slow motion on the old Slytherin patriarch's chrysanthemum face as he grinned.

The Dark Lord didn't laugh out loud in a sense of future descendant friendship - of course, he didn't deny that he, too, was choked by Myers' metaphor.

But Takasugi noticed another thing: "Master Kaleidi? Is there such a powerful master of magic alchemy in history?"

"I've never even heard of this name." Voldemort frowned and shook his head, "Time and war baptize, even if some information is lost, it's normal."

That being said, Voldemort himself didn't quite believe it.

Even a low-key man like the Sorcerer's Stone refiner Nicole May has more or less left his name in various books.The name of Kaleidi, just like Rogier and Yerkes among the five families with the longest inheritance, has not left a trace of dust in history.

Voldemort had to guess what happened back then, so that these great figures and families who should have left their names in the years were wiped out of existence.

The old Slytherin patriarch shook his head helplessly, as if he wanted to refute a few words.

However, his lips moved, and he stopped talking suddenly, and turned to look at the side door leading to the side hall.

"It seems that someone has just woken up from a nap. Mr. Cadia, please allow me to introduce you to my most satisfied grandson of the heir, Salazar Slytherin."

Myers raised his eyelids expressively, expressing that he paid attention to what he said.

Voldemort, who was falling into thinking about the true degree of history, raised his head as if he had suddenly been hit with chicken blood, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.Takasugi, who was very close to him, found that the muscles under his clothes were tense, and his tight lips and involuntary steps forward a third of a decimeter proved that his lovely Tom was preparing for the greatness he was about to see. I am excited by the true face of my ancestors left in history.

The side door opened silently, and a young man in a dark wizard robe came out.In his arms, a fat baby wrapped in the softest cloth is waving its fleshy paws, making the sound of "babbling and babbling" constantly.The old Slytherin patriarch took the baby from the young man with a smile, and then handed it to Myers in a showy manner, shaking it a few times, and received an unintelligible "hehe" from Myers.

Not to mention what the wizards of the forest have to say about the equation that "a baby still babbling" equals "the grandson of the old Slytherin patriarch's best heir."

Voldemort, who was eagerly waiting to see the face of his ancestor, saw Salazar, Toothless, Young Version, Slytherin, who was holding his own foot and gnawed, and felt desolate in his heart one after another.

...It can only be said that even if a great Salazar Slytherin has not grown into the Four Great Kings of Hogwarts—no, delete it—before he grows into the Four Great Men of Hogwarts—or No, revision——when it didn't grow into the brand of the four major colleges of Hogwarts, it would still be gnawing at the feet...

Maybe it was because there were too many useless information in this memory, which was automatically filtered, or maybe it was because they sensed the impatience of the two people in the memory reading mode. Somerfield, who had left with the crowd, appeared in front of him covered in blood—of course, it was someone else's blood.

Few of the wizards came back with all their beards and tails. Most of them were covered with beauties. The most serious one was hit by at least [-] black magic spells. It was the fellow wizards who petrified him in time to save him. life.

However, despite this, everyone had a big smile on their face.They huddled around to put Summerfield in a safe circle, watched the excited old Slytherin patriarch approach, and carefully vacated a path.

"Success, did you succeed?" The old patriarch's voice visibly trembled, and everyone including Takasugi looked over involuntarily.

"Of course!"

Summerfield smiled and showed his two big teeth, and gently took out a... boy from the messy pile of sackcloth in his arms.

No, to be precise, it was a weak and thin child.

The black and smooth hair is long and long, and the complexion is pale rather than pale. The whole person is shrunk into a ball, shivering obediently in Somerfield's arms, looking like he has never bathed The unhealthy feeling of living in the sun.

Voldemort suddenly recalled himself in the orphanage—the same desolation, the same powerlessness, and even lacked a shoulder to rely on—of course, his attention was quickly turned back—full of majesty and majesty The old Slytherin patriarch, when he saw this child, burst into tears, he leaned forward with a cautious attitude no less than holding Salazar Slytherin just now, and held him firmly in his arms inside.

"My poor child... Liam, don't be afraid anymore." The old patriarch choked up, "You're home."

Liam?

The two villain bosses looked at each other, then shook their heads tacitly, saying that there was no historical figure named "Liam Slytherin" in their memory.

"It's so interesting..." Takasugi stared at the brightly colored memory screen without blinking, "It seems that what has been covered up by history is not only events, but also many people and things..."

"Persons and things that cannot be recorded in history may have no legacy value." Voldemort disagreed with him, "Even if he also has the noble blood of the Feathered Serpent family, an outstanding man like Salazar Slytherin The wizard does not mean mass production, but it is energy production-the disabled in the Slytherin blood, it can be seen that I will never see Merlin when I die, I am destined to fight with King Uther empty-handed in hell, and be trampled by trolls Uncle Bian."

"Really?" Takasugi seemed to be convinced, smiled, and just wanted to turn his head and continue to say something.

His sight suddenly froze!

"what happened?"

Sensing the stiffness of the people around him, Voldemort looked at him puzzled.

"...voldy?" Takasugi stared straight ahead, "Are you sure this is a memory opened by a swamp mermaid?"

"I'm... sure." Swearing on the name of the Dark Lord, he was really sure, but...

"Why do you ask? Is there something wrong?"

Gao Shan looked at him with complicated eyes, raised his hand, and pointed forward.

Voldemort naturally looked in the direction of his finger, and at first he didn't understand what Takasugi wanted him to see.

But soon, his breath was choked.

The child who was so weak that he seemed to be suffocating in the next second - the child called Liam Slytherin, opened his eyes at some point.

The red pupils, just like Voldemort's, were filled with the color of blood, like the finest rubies, so clear and emotionless.

And the landing point of his sight turned out to be Takasugi and Voldemort! ! !

The author has something to say: Take a risk and prove my existence =v=

By the way, I will bring out the protagonist of the next book~

Memories are not long, but there is a need to link story clues

In the next chapter, we will return to reality~ Qunmo╭(╯3╰)Momm~~