salazar not slytherin

Choose a wizard. "

Salazar was very uncomfortable with this concept: "I thought everyone's wands were custom-made, so that they fit better, didn't they? Don't talk about attributes, even everyone's hand shape has requirements for wands, right?"

"Why do you think there are so many wands piled up outside?" Realizing that this kid didn't know anything about making wands, Ollivander glanced over here, and it was rare for him to explain, "The processing of the raw materials alone will cost nearly ten dollars." Years, and this does not include those rare materials that take longer. Except for the nobles, who will start customizing wands when their children are born? There are also little wizards from the Muggle world, they don’t know until they go to school I need a wand myself."

"Only children need the channeling of the wand, right? The magic cycle of adult wizards has been fixed, and the wand can only increase the effect a little bit. If the fit is good, it can also reduce unnecessary magic loss." Salazar nodded, Express that I understand.In fact, the staffs used by Gejaf's mages only have these functions. Of course, after inlaying a suitable magic core, whether it is to increase the power or reduce the loss, the degree will be much deeper.

And Ollivander no longer cared about what he was talking about at the moment, fiery red crystals began to appear on the edge of the feather in his hand, and he had to make it into a wand core and stuff it into the prepared wand before the feather was completely crystallized.There was only one chance, and he took the wand with countless magic patterns, quickly inserted the feather along the reserved gap, and then threw the whole wand into the prepared fusion solution.

A more intense purple smoke rises up—is it normal for the blue fusion fluid to add red feathers to raise purple smoke?How many magic elements are wasted?

Salazar, who couldn't see it any longer, picked up a container, put it upside down on the fusion liquid, and pressed the smoke back.Accompanied by Ollivander's horrified cry, a layer of dark red appeared on the surface of the wand, like a layer of red paint.

"What's wrong?" Facing Ollivander's aggrieved face, Salazar raised his head slightly, his innocent expression made Ollivander's stomach hurt.

"Magic power is not the more the better, children can't control it."

"Then sell it to the adults." Salazar didn't take this question seriously at all.It's just an extra layer of fire element crystal, even if it is picked off, it will be an intermediate magic crystal, and it will be gone after a few magic spells, what use can it be?It would be more troublesome if the magic power is still in the core of the wand. It is inevitable to bring spiritual power to the magic wand, and it would be bad to be infected by the fire element and become violent.

"There is only one magic wand of fate in a person's life." Ollivander wanted to say something serious, but was interrupted by Salazar nonchalantly: "That's why you have to choose carefully. What's the problem with changing to a more powerful one later?"

After saying a word, Ollivander's expression changed.Then, until lunchtime, when Salazar was thrown out by the collar by Ollivander, neither of them spoke a word.

Standing at the door of the store, Salazar touched the tip of his nose, speechless.I really can't see it, I thought this was a research freak, but it turned out to be the kind of person who treats every work as a child and doesn't allow them to suffer.This kind of existence will always make people like him who take combat as a profession uncomfortable. After all, no one can tolerate others when they accidentally damage their weapons; but at the same time, they are also the best weapon makers, after all, their only idea It is to make your "children" better.

Not to mention future problems, at least now, after eating this meal, he can officially participate in the wand making process, because he has that ability.After thinking clearly, Salazar didn't bother to care about the resentment of being pulled up by the collar, and slowly wandered around the street.

At noon, there were very few people in Diagon Alley, except for the listless shop assistant who was busy with lunch, there was almost no one else.

I don't know if it's because of the shrinkage of his body, but his appetite has decreased a lot, and a piece of buttered bread is almost enough to fill him up.Seeing that it was still early, he sniffed the smell of magic materials and went into a store, picked up the materials on the surface, and asked for some of the store owner's treasures, and then he paid the bill and prepared to leave contentedly .

The materials he selected were not many, and they were all treasures that suited him—do as the Romans do, and he also needed a magic wand, but those of Ollivander could not catch his eyes at all.

The shopkeeper who made a big business was in a good mood, and chatted cheerfully: "There are very few little wizards coming out at this time, you haven't been to Hogwarts yet, have you? Be careful, brewing potions is not easy. Safety."

Potion?Is it medicine?use these?Sara looked at the unknown slime in her hand - most things were "unknown" to him - and vowed secretly that she would never be reduced to the point where she needed to drink potions.

Fleeing back to the wand shop almost in despair, Salazar threw the materials aside and plunged into the inner room again.This time, he was standing next to Ollivander, helping him, occasionally expressing his own opinions, and getting along fairly well.

Half a month later, he successfully moved to the wand shop, and began to make his own wand.

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Of course, try to keep daily updates.

☆, Salazar who is a full-time onlooker

In the early morning, Salazar had just woken up from meditation when he was driven into the repaired workshop by Ollivander.

"Old man, let me eat first anyway!" He muttered and complained, carrying the tray that was forced into his hand, and placed it heavily on his small table, "It's sandwiches and milk again, you Can't it be changed?"

"What to change? Eat yours! Take a look at these experimental products, the time will be up soon." Ollivander yelled a few words, lowered his head and got into the storage room, rummaging through boxes and chests to find two pairs. Throwing out half of the wristband engraved with defensive magic lines, "Put it on first, I can't protect you if something happens to you!"

Salazar rolled his eyes regardless of his image, buckled his wristband, and took out his notes.After a simple calculation, he curled his lips and snorted softly: "Think I've misremembered, it's clearly eleven o'clock, why are you in a hurry now?"

"What's the hurry? It's not like you don't know how busy you have been these days. Or, you are responsible for greeting guests these days?" Ollivander consciously thought of a good idea, rubbing his hands and saying.

Salazar fell silent.How could he not stick to the last step of the fusion solution he prepared himself?Who has the patience to greet those little ones!However, after hesitating for a moment, he still agreed: "It's fine, but for the next few days, all future deployments will be mine."

Before he knew it, he had lived here for nearly half a year.The first few months were fine, just doing research every day, but recently, there are little wizards running here every three days. I heard that they are freshmen from the magic school?Originally, he was still thinking about whether he should go to a school, but he asked Ollivander to find out that there would be a notification letter for every little wizard who had reached the age of 11, so he stopped thinking about it.

Since he doesn't go to school, after a period of time, he can thoroughly soak in the piles of materials.The recipe this time was just a trial run, so it wouldn't be a pity to give up. In his mind, there are still a lot of plans that can be used.

After figuring out the pros and cons, Salazar stopped arguing, picked up the tray, held the notes and a thick plant illustration under his arm, and went outside honestly.Compared with when he first came, there are a few more small stools in the store, and the benches are matched with the counter, all of which have been wiped clean.While eating, he flipped through the illustrated book, and gently touched the root of the fangs and claws in the photo with his fingertips.

Iron wire vine, an endangered plant, hazard level A+, root juice has special effects in many ways.

I noticed that it was not because of anything else. The shape of this plant was so unique that it was almost exactly the same as the third-level magic plant devouring human vine, but with a metallic luster on the surface.Coincidentally, the fibers of the man-eating vine are indeed mixed with extremely thin metal wires, which is the only low-level magic plant of the metal system.

You must know that regardless of monsters and plants, as long as the metal system, its combat effectiveness is definitely much higher than that of the same level.Because of this, when those middle and low-level alchemists need metal magic plants, the only thing they can think of is the man-eating vine.Thanks to the tireless research of a large number of low-level alchemists, there are hundreds of people-eating vines from picking methods to processing methods, which are enough to meet most of the needs of all walks of life for metal magic plants.

For example, now that Salazar needs a temporary magic wand for emergency, he can find an ordinary one and wrap the metal wire of the man-eating vine on the surface to add suitable magic patterns to it.

"Endangered... A+... It seems that it will take a lot of work." He muttered, hooked his finger, and the exact same information as in the illustrated book immediately appeared in his notebook.

This notebook can be regarded as his proud work, although in the eyes of other demigods, tinkering with such a thing is simply not a proper job.It was when he was just promoted, and he desperately exhausted all his mental power to condense into such a notebook connected to his soul.No need to do much, when you encounter something that needs to be recorded, it will automatically appear on it, which is equivalent to being recorded in his mind, and it is also convenient for searching.

Many people can't understand it, but he doesn't care.

Salazar was watching with great interest, when he suddenly heard the sound of a bell in his ears, and when he looked up, he was dazzled.

It was a couple, both had long golden hair, and the husband's hair was a little lighter, reflecting the golden sunlight and looking extraordinarily dazzling.The clothes of the two are also much more luxurious than the people Salazar usually sees, and the slightly raised chins make people know that they are of high status at a glance.

That's right, Malfoy is almost the No. 1 noble in the wizarding world.

"Sir, madam, please come in. What do you need?" Salazar let people in without being humble, and Salazar put down the book in his hand and stood up.

The Mr. Malfoy glanced in his direction, and Salazar, not sure he'd noticed that there was no ink on the table, turned quickly to the counter.

"Where's Ollivander? We're here to get a custom-made wand." Mrs. Malfoy's attitude was much better, in exchange for a bright smile from Salazar: "Is Mr. Malfoy's wand right? Please wait a moment, I know Where is it, it's just more troublesome to pick it up."

This is true, in order not to mess up the magic cycle in the store and cause an explosion, he had to draw out at least a dozen or more wands first.

He turned around and was about to move the ladder, but he didn't see the exchange of glances between the couple behind him. Mr. Malfoy stretched out his cane and put the end on his shoulder: "Your name is Salazar? A distant relative of Mrs. Zabini? "

As if he didn't notice, Salazar went straight to carry the ladder, ignoring the cane that slipped from his shoulder, and responded lightly in his mouth: "Yes, I am Salazar, what does this have to do with you?"

"Obviously none of the Slytherins would have any other attitude if you weren't going to change your name."

Listening to Mr. Malfoy's cadenced aria, Salazar felt a little angry in his heart.It's just a name, if you have time to worry about these things, is it okay to be idle?

This anger came so suddenly that even he himself was frightened, and he accidentally let out a trace of coercion.Fortunately, this is just coercion and will not have much impact. The couple just sensed the huge power under the coercion at the same time.

The reactions of the two men were different.Although Lucius Malfoy was nervous, he didn't react too much, but his wife Narcissa Black quickly drew out her wand.

"I won't change my name, you can do whatever you want." Salazar left a sentence indifferently, and calmly rummaged through the pile of wands until he found the particularly delicate box, then deftly flipped down from the ladder and opened the wand case. Hand it out, "No."

Sending the pair away, Salazar thought that no one would come today.Unexpectedly, after a while, as soon as he put all the wands back in place, he heard heavy footsteps approaching here, accompanied by a thunderous voice: "...Only the Ollivanders sell wands, where you Surely one of the best wands you can buy."

If I knew it earlier, I would not clean it up.Looking at the last box in his hand, Salazar could only sigh regretfully.At this moment, a burly man comparable to an orc pushed open the dilapidated door and forced his way in. Behind him, a black-haired boy followed stealthily.

"good afternoon."

Before Salazar could step forward, Ollivander appeared out of nowhere and greeted him softly.Apparently, the boy didn't appreciate it, but was even more restrained by his elusive presence.

"Oh, yes," said Ollivander, "yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Salazar threw the box in his hand heavily, and made a loud noise: "Old man, stop nagging, are you done with the work inside?" He said, he climbed up the ladder in twos and put the more Many boxes threw a heavenly girl to scatter flowers.

"Here, here, take this." He finally pulled out a half-new box and threw it straight at the boy named Harry Potter.Harry was startled, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but Ollivander snatched the box ahead of time.

"Oh no, not this. You've got work to learn about that, Searle. Come on Harry, we'll take the measurements first."

Hearing Ollivander fooling around, Salazar snorted angrily.Measure the size?Is visual inspection not enough?Watching Harry try a few obviously inappropriate wands, he shrugged, took his book and went into the inner room.

After a while, Ollivander saw off the customer and returned slowly to the production room.Next to the test bench, Salazar was already busy. Seeing him coming in, he turned his head in displeasure: "I still need to learn? Old man, what are you kidding? My accuracy is much higher than yours, obviously that one is the most accurate. Appropriate. Which one did you give him?"

"Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long, very flexible." Ollivander's voice gradually fell, "He needs this, it's a wonderful thing..."

"It's... that one?" Salazar knew the reason, but he didn't understand it at all.

"So what about the savior? That wand is indeed suitable for the savior, but not for Harry Potter. destroy."

"Who knows? Or, you have this one? His master used another one anyway." Ollivander handed out the box Salazar had picked out.

"No, I'm going to make one myself. It will take some time. If you don't go to school, you don't usually need a wand." Salazar was about to say something more, but he caught a black shadow outside the window and stopped talking. .

Ollivander opened the window amusedly, and immediately an owl flew in with the letter.

The envelope was made of heavy parchment, addressed in emerald green ink, had no postage stamps on it, and had only a wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, a Eagle, a badger and a snake.

"Obviously, you'll need a wand. Here's the Hogwarts acceptance letter."

Salazar raised his head slowly and gritted his teeth: "You are really insidious."

"No way. At that time, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were very close. Searle, remember, Hogwarts will be very lively in the past few years." Ollivander was worried after all.

"It's okay, I'll take a look, as long as no one takes the initiative to find trouble."

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☆, Salazar ready to go to school

Salazar didn't expect that his birthday would be on August [-]st, and the notice came late, so he would be in a hurry to pack up his things—if it was just what the letter said, he already had some on hand, but obviously it was for For his own experiment, he also needs to fill his space pocket with more materials.

"Old man, I'm leaving first, you can take your time." With a lot of bottles and cans in the space bag and supplies necessary for the adventure, he bid farewell to Ollivander without hesitation.Taking advantage of the period before school starts, he needs to get at least half a year's worth of materials, especially for making wands - this thing takes a long time, the sooner you start, the better.

Of course, he didn't forget that the magic wand that should belong to Harry Potter, after all, it doesn't belong to him, and the running-in period is still needed.If he can come across the required materials earlier, he can also modify them as soon as possible so as to better fit his magic cycle.

He traveled to many places, mainly in North Africa and the European continent, and even got into a submarine and went deep into the bottom of the sea, just to pull out some rare metals from there to improve the utilization rate of magic power.

The day before the start of school, he appeared in Diagon Alley in a hurry, and the first thing he did was to sneak into Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, and hurriedly shouted: "Ma'am, I have a full suit for Hogwarts, and I don't have time to make it." If so, mail it."

"Oh my God, Searle, why are you here now?" Mrs. Malkin certainly knew this boy who worked at Ollivander's, and she also liked this studious little guy. I won't be 11 years old until next year.

"I went out before, and I just came back today."

Salazar threw off his tattered cloak and climbed onto the footstool, with thick dark circles on his face, he was so tired that he could almost fall asleep standing there, "I thought my clothes were enough, but It broke after going out for a while, and has to be redone. Madam, I’m sorry for your inconvenience.”

One of Madam Malkin's hobbies is watching little wizards being teased by automatic measuring tapes, but she doesn't let those rulers go all the time.Seeing that Salazar was obviously very tired, she quickly got all the sizes, dragged Salazar and pressed him on the bench by the window: "Come on, Sel, sleep first, I'll do it." When the clothes are ready, I will call you."

When I woke up, there were already a few stars hanging in the night sky.Salazar thumped his stiff waist, took the robe Madam Malkin made in a hurry, and walked towards the wand shop with heavy steps.

"Old man, are you there?" Pushing open the shop door, eyes full of darkness without any light, Salazar yelled out, and heard a voice beside him faintly: "Are you back?"

Lowering his head, the corner of Salazar's mouth twitched, and he slapped it out: "How did you do it?"

No wonder he was like this, I don’t know what Ollivander did, the messy white hair turned into an explosion, the age spots on his face were completely covered in black, and the clothes all over his body were rotten like being splashed with acid—— Should he be thankful that the defensive jewelry on his body is still useful?At least nothing serious happened to people.

"Obviously, Searle, there is something wrong with the formula you designed."

When the recipe was mentioned, Salazar became anxious immediately. The two of them got into the production room one after the other. Ollivander carefully took out an extremely exquisite potion bottle from the well-sealed box.

Salazar had very good eyesight. With the help of faint starlight, he could only see a bubble slowly popping out from the bottom of the suspected black liquid in the bottle, rising slowly, and bursting open the moment it touched the air. Come.

Fortunately, they didn't open the cork, otherwise, the potholes at the bottom of the cork would appear in the entire production room.

how so?Salazar frowned.This is his first time experimenting with the formula. Every material is carefully selected with the most conservative weight. Even if it fails, it will not become such a lethal thing!

"I said, old man, did you add something to it?"

No one answered.

Salazar turned his head and saw Ollivander rubbing his hands in embarrassment, almost buried his face in his arms: "Just a little."

"What did you add?" Salazar asked impatiently.

"The juice squeezed from the petals of the moonlight flower is only one milliliter. I thought it could make the magic circulation of the fusion liquid more complete."

After patiently listening to his explanation, Salazar sneered and slapped the test bench hard: "I thought you knew that the moonlight flower's attributes are rather dark, and this time the solution is very sensitive to attributes, so I only Go to a magic-free environment! How much did you add? One milliliter? Is it accurate? How about the concentration? Is there any solid residue when you extract it?"

Ollivander couldn't argue, so he could only look at Salazar helplessly, and asked expectantly, "Can it be saved?"

Salazar choked, and snorted bitterly: "Yes!"

The whole night, he was completely soaked in the production room, until the next morning when he came out with a strong smell of potions, he stuffed the luggage that Ollivander had prepared in advance into the space bag, and finished breakfast in twos and threes. About to go out.

"Do you know how to get to Hogwarts?" Ollivander was a little apologetic, and it was rare to remind aloud, "You didn't bring the ticket."

ticket?Salazar froze—the fact that he was going to the magic school by train made the corners of his mouth twitch.Originally, he planned to travel alone, and after getting the last piece of luggage, he went to find an empty box to sleep well, but when he just went out, he met Blaise Zabini's stiff smile.

"Let's go, mother wants me to pick you up." Seeing Salazar again, Blaise still didn't slow down, and didn't even mention his name.

Salazar felt good about him, so he didn't refuse. He stuffed the ticket he just got into the space bag and followed.It was still early, Brace walked slowly, and was left behind by Salazar before he knew it.

"Where are you going?" While following silently, he looked at Salazar's direction a little crookedly, and finally couldn't help asking.It’s okay not to ask, this is going to Knockturn Alley.

"Buy another space bag, and bring all the books I ordered with you. Hogwarts doesn't allow students to come out casually." Salazar dragged him into the gloomy alley as a matter of course, his dark eyes staring coldly. Glancing at the figure huddled in the corner, he walked carelessly towards the depths of Diagon Alley.

Bryce stared blankly at a guy who was obviously a black wizard jumping up like a rabbit, clutching his hood and "swiping" the ground, and disappeared without a trace. He rarely showed a trace of stupidity: "Searle?"

"It's okay, they dare not show their heads."

Salazar dragged Blaise into a small shop at the end of the alley that didn't even have a signboard. As soon as he entered, the three or two black wizards who were still in the shop wrapped their cloaks tightly and turned away.

On the contrary, it was the store owner. An old man with gray hair and wrinkled face was still calm. He took out a brown space bag from under the cabinet and threw it over from a distance: "Take it, and don't come to my store again."

"If you have any good stuff, remember to save a copy for me." Regardless of what the store said, Salazar paid the balance and was not in a hurry to leave. He found a stool in the store and sat down, carefully counting the batch. books.

Beside him, Blaise looked at other tattered paper rolls in the store that were even made of the skin of some kind of creature, looked at the neatly bound books with strange names in Salazar's hands, and silently helped himself to almost dislocated His chin: "Searle, where did these books come from? Why haven't I seen them before?"

"Outside, according to what you say... the Muggle world?" After saying a word, Salazar found it difficult to understand Blaise's uncomfortable expression as if he had eaten a fly.In his opinion, the so-called wizards and Muggles are not capable and non-capable people?Even to a certain extent, Muggles are no worse than capable people.At the very least, low-level ability users don't have the means to destroy the world like a gangster.

As for the wizard, Salazar could only say one pity.From the relevant classics, he can see the prosperity of the magic world, but that was only "once".The magic pattern has fallen, offensive spells have been rejected, and the most famous alchemy product is the Philosopher's Stone hundreds of years ago-according to the description in the book, it is a magic crystal?At most, the purity is okay.

As for Blaise, he is an aristocrat after all, and he has been instilled with the concept of "pure blood is supreme" since he was a child.Muggle books?People with a little bit of intelligence would not watch it!Facing such a "Salazar ordering Muggle books in Knockturn Alley", he was completely Spartan.

"I have an opinion!" Salazar slapped Blaise quickly before he could speak. Salazar fastened the new space bag and continued, "If you have no objection, let's go, go directly to the Hogwarts Express, you Do you know the way?"

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☆, Salazar on the Hogwarts Express

Obviously, the people on the platform were all capable - Salazar could easily tell that the few unaccompanied children were from the Muggle world, and their parents could not pass through the magic channel.In fact, except for July and August every year, the Leaky Cauldron Bar at the entrance of Diagon Alley is also closed to Muggles for safety reasons.

He was exhausted and just wanted to find a place to sit down and have a good rest as soon as possible, but Blaise made it clear that it was not the time yet.

"Long time no see, Draco." Noticing a boy with platinum blond hair walking towards this side, he smiled lazily and stretched out his hand, "Look at your hair, has you put a lot of wax on it? Shake the eyes of those stupid lions?"

Drake acted as if he hadn't heard his friend's teasing, and turned his eyes curiously to the only stranger present: "Brace, long time no see, why don't you introduce me?"

Braston's expression froze for a moment.He really didn't want to say that name!

"I'm Salazar. I'm glad to meet a Malfoy." Seeing that Blaise didn't say a word, Salazar reached out his hand, "I met Mr. Malfoy when I was helping at Ollivander's wand shop. It's magic. No. [-] noble in the world."

"Draco Malfoy, I allow you to call me Draco." The platinum-haired boy raised his chin and said arrogantly.However, it can be seen from his slightly red ear tips that this little guy still reacts to that name very much, even though he has already learned the truth from his parents [-]% of the time.

Salazar still believed in the level of information exchange between nobles.

From his angle, he could just see the elderly Malfoy not far away, his pure black eyes met those gray-blue pupils, they just looked at each other, and their gazes were staggered at the same time.

"Get on the train first." Blaise also knew that Salazar was very tired, so he took the initiative to walk to the train.Taking advantage of the lack of people, the three found a box at the front of the whole train, and quickly closed the door after entering, not forgetting to hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign.

"Searle, where have you been, why are you so tired?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, Blaise poured out his luggage from the space bag, and looked at Salazar curiously.

Drake just sat down, and when he heard Blaise's question, he also looked up curiously.

"The mainland and North Africa are just these two areas. The main reason is that the time is too short. In fact, I planned to go to America again, and now I can only wait for the holiday." Salazar couldn't care about anything else, and took out a The soft pillow was placed on the table, and I immediately lay down on it, "Don't bother me unless I arrive at the station, I didn't sleep at all last night..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and soon he completely quieted down and fell asleep.The two boys sitting across from him stared dumbfounded at him falling asleep quickly, looked at each other, and silently threw out a sound-proof spell.

"What is his background?" Draco sat there anxiously, looking at his posture, he could jump up at any time, "The Ministry of Magic has no record of him, why is Mrs. Zabini so reckless, let a person who doesn't even have a last name become Zabini?" A distant relative of the family?"

Blaise seemed to have thought of something bad, and closed his eyes tightly: "I thought Uncle Malfoy told you that he has enough strength."

"By the way, Drake, covering the hood and wrapping the cloak, is the first reaction to what?"

"Have you forgotten? Rule No. 11 of the self-protection rules for wizards, protect your eyes."

"Prevent the Dementia Curse." Blaise swallowed hard, "We went to Knockturn Alley before we came, and everyone's first reaction when they saw him was this."

Draco was also stunned, and moved back a few times cautiously, sticking tightly to the back of the chair.

The box was quiet when suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.Drake almost jumped up, took a deep breath, and managed to maintain his platinum aristocratic demeanor and said, "Is that Pansy? Please come in."

"Draco, where have you been? We've been looking for it for a long time." The short chestnut-haired aristocratic girl pushed open the door of the box dissatisfied, complaining, and stopped the moment she saw Salazar.

She stopped, but the two tall and burly boys behind her—of course, they didn’t follow the box, after all, they occupied too much space—hadn’t noticed the situation in the box at all, and they were still talking and laughing loudly , sharing all kinds of delicious snacks they brought from home.

"Goyle, Crabbe, be quiet!" Drake said helplessly.The families of these two people are equivalent to Malfoy's vassals. Correspondingly, if they get into trouble, Malfoy will take on the responsibility of the master and protect them.

"This is the so-called Salazar? I heard that the strength is good?" Pansy tried to liven up the atmosphere, but after hearing what he said, Drake's eyes suddenly froze.

Blaise smiled wryly and said, "Let me tell you. I went to the wand shop to find him before, and he took me directly into Knockturn Alley. There, we met a few wizards, and everyone saw him for the first time. The first reaction was either to cover the hood, or wrap the cloak tightly, and then leave as fast as possible. Uncle Malfoy saw him a few days ago, didn't he, Draco?"

"That's right, father said he was dangerous, let me be honest." Draco slumped in his seat.The few people present were all relatively close, so he didn't have to deliberately put on airs, the poor little platinum nobleman was already exhausted by the continuous news.

Pencey looked extremely worried: "It can't really be the founder, can it?"

"Who knows, he claims to have no surname... Wait!" Blaise suddenly jumped up, "Slytherin is a human surname, right? According to historical records, the founder is mainly of feathered snake blood, right? To say It makes perfect sense for the founder to not have a last name!"

The remaining four little wizards were stunned, and their gazes at Salazar suddenly became hot.If it was an unidentified dark wizard, they would naturally hide as far away as possible. It was their parents who needed to worry about this.And if it's really the founder of Slytherin... so what are you waiting for?Hurry up and hug your thighs!

"Okay, let's talk about the rest later. Derek, aren't you curious about the savior? Take Goyle and Crabbe, and Pansy and I will just stay here." Relatively speaking, Brace is the most mature person here, and he arranges things in an orderly manner, "Dumbledore can hide his savior for ten years, but now he can't hide it after entering Hogwarts. Drake, Be careful, we won't make this trip."

The slight sound of footsteps lasted only for a while, and the door of the box closed again.At this time the train had already started, Salazar was lying on the soft pillow, Blaise and Pansy were sitting face to face, they closed their mouths together, and looked out the window with great interest.

The train had already driven out of London, and even the entire farmland disappeared, leaving only a few sporadic dark green hills dotted on the more barren wilderness.A train attendant was selling her snacks. Pansy was very interested in those sweet little things, but after looking at her tight waist in embarrassment, she bought a box of the most expensive ones. Keep a few and stuff the rest in the suitcase.

Blaise doesn't like snacks, but he also ordered a few chocolate frogs, and he didn't hold on to them after peeling them off, letting them bounce around on the table.

"You..." Before Pansy could ask, Blaise took out his wand and pointed it at the frog on the table.Perhaps sensing danger, the chocolate frog suddenly exerted force and jumped straight to Salazar's head.

Pansy covered her mouth tightly.

Blaise was also taken aback, and waved his wand reflexively, sending out a magic wand.