salazar not slytherin

Touching the tattered book.

"Harry Potter, this is not something you should take." After leaving a word, he turned around in a hurry and plunged into his dormitory, leaving even Draco, who was closest to him, behind.

Salazar didn't know what it was, but it was like the phylactery of those liches, the core of their immortality.From the feeling that emerges from the bottom of my heart, the soul in the diary is in the same position as the soul possessed by Professor Quirrell last semester in his own instinct. Could there be descendants of Slytherin in this world?

Although he instinctively protected these souls, he always felt that these guys came from wrong paths.

Back in the dormitory, he immediately threw the diary into a sealed magic circle, with a few gems with dark attributes to ensure the safety of that soul.There's no way, this guy is too weak, and he looks like he's on the verge of disappearing.

Fearing that the soul would be scattered due to excessive fluctuations in the magic power, Salazar carefully exited the room, activated the strictest defense system, and secretly decided not to enter the door for at least a month.At that time, at least the soul in the diary will not dissipate easily.

Not to mention how aggrieved and depressed the diary is, Salazar finished the class peacefully, and guided the little snakes as always after nightfall, always feeling like he was teaching Warcraft to learn magic.

When the little snakes left one after another, Alfred, who had been hidden by the side, slipped out silently, hissing and gossiping: "Sarsal, you will never guess what I saw! I'll just say it, Prin Even if you keep saying no with your mouth, your body is still very honest!"

Salazar rolled his eyes back.

"Hiss... Sal, listen to me, that Snape is actually a member of the Prince family, I didn't realize it at first! I clearly remember that they have always been obsessed with cleanliness, why is this one so weird now?" Al Fred babbled some more nonsense before he started talking about what had just happened.

Salazar was also eye-opening.

Let's just say that Lockhart doesn't look like a person who works for nothing, and he spent a lot of time to make these little Cupids, can't it just be for the sake of punishing students?Though that's certainly one of the reasons.

In fact, the matter is very simple. When Salazar was teaching students, in the cellar, Professor Snape, whose face was so dark that ink dripped out, was forced to listen to love songs all night, and even delayed the routine potion research. up.

"Professor Jinzi's singing is not bad, Bigo...much better than someone." Alfred hissed.

"Those dwarves?"

"It's a band. It's a great band. They can even use oriental instruments. I'm sure they have practiced specially. Maybe it's Jin Jin's private band?" Alfred patted his tail happily, excitedly Hissing non-stop.

Salazar almost collapsed on the sofa laughing.There is no way, as long as he thinks that someone like his headmaster is restrained by the magic pattern, and he is forced to listen to love songs all night and cannot resist, he will find it difficult to control his expression.Since there was still a fragile object in his room that would not be disturbed, he happily circled a corner in the lounge, covered it up, and temporarily transformed it into a temporary residence—it was also a VIP seat for watching a theater.

Sure enough, in the early hours of the morning, Professor Snape, who had finally regained his freedom, rolled out of the lounge in a black robe, and went straight to the potion making room.

Behind him, the blond-haired young man followed with a sullen face, and very actively applied for his help.Even though he was dying from the snake king's venom, he followed Snape unrelentingly.

Salazar sat on the transformed cushion, looked them up and down, and smiled.No wonder, that Lockhart has already wittily used a small magic to connect the two people's right hands with a chain that does not seem to be easily broken. Looking at the magic pattern on it, the restriction is that it is...

Salazar longed to bang his head against the soft pillow.

People who can be chained must at least mean something to each other.

In other words, if one is not good, Mr. Dean will really be abducted!

The author has something to say: I have the diary~~~

Lockhart x Severus is in progress

☆, Salazar who is dreaming

Muddy black pools, ferocious bushes, rugged mountains... The scarred young man leaned on a dilapidated staff, stepped over obstacles one after another in embarrassment, fell down several times, struggled to get up, and continued to flee sullenly.

Behind him are several familiar faces.Polis, Dema, and others who had been companions all chased after the young man.

How did that happen?

Floating in mid-air, Salazar didn't understand how he could see such a scene, or in such a state.That's right, the current him is worse than the Hogwarts ghost, just a phantom floating in mid-air.

Could it be a dream?The mage's dream is not an ordinary gadget, since he touched the last barrier, he has never had a dream again, and mages usually believe that their dreams are actually a kind of foretelling of the future.

Listening carefully to the swearing from the pursuers, Salazar finally realized why this scene looked so familiar.

At that time, he hadn't started to practice as a mage, but he just traveled north and south with the mercenary group every day, running around for the next meal of bread.It's just that, compared to the companions in the mercenary group, my situation is much better.

Injured, his recovery speed is by no means inferior to that of the barbarian's blood; when he encounters mages, he can always easily impress those magic-type ability users with eccentric tempers; His own attacks will always miss unconsciously or have no attack power at all; and the inexplicable appearance of the snake whisperer ability makes him the most unpopular existence in the mercenary group while serving as an additional outpost—who made him Doesn't he have the slightest contractual ability to those snakes?

Of course, for a better life, he planned to change jobs at that time.However, the pursuit of his former companions caught him off guard.

reason?very simple.Is there no reason for all the advantages?Speak up.

The day after the last conversation was the start of the chase.Salazar clearly remembered that he was busy with the mission of the Nerudatni jungle before, and had no choice but to rush directly into the forbidden area of ​​the low-level mercenary group.

Swarms of stealthy bees, at least twenty shadow owls, fortunately those more deadly poisonous snakes that are ubiquitous would not show their fangs at him, otherwise he would have died in an unknown place.Maybe a few years later, a high-level mercenary who came here for a mission would point to his own bones and say, "You idiot, garbage".

Floating in mid-air, Salazar frowned and watched himself struggling to escape on the ground, slowly pursing his lips, why did he always feel that something was wrong?

Time passed by, and when the young man who was running for his life on the ground was accidentally cut into the back by the swirling scimitar, he felt his eyes go dark, and his heart sank.

That's right, I have entered a desperate situation, how did I survive at that time?

There was darkness in front of him, and Salazar knew it was because he didn't have the memory of this time.It is true that no one can modify the memory of a demigod without disturbing his memory, but if the modification is before that demigod grows up, then there will always be a period of time when this demigod has a lot of false memories.

Hmm... what would be the correct memory?

The darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, and Salazar looked at the phantom figure in front of him in surprise, and rubbed his chin wondering when he had seen this familiar guy.

"Who are you?" The confused voice belonged to the youth who had just woken up on the ground, or the undead, and the only ones who could speak after their hearts were cut open were the undead.

Hearing the reputation, Salazar froze suddenly.He finally knew why his eyes were familiar.

Excluding temperament, that appearance is simply himself!

The phantom wrapped in the power of black death stared persistently at the eyes of the young man on the ground, his whole face was stiff.The young self couldn't see it, but Salazar, who was floating in the air, knew that the phantom was just too nervous.

So, how did my original self make a death god so nervous?

Thinking of the recent historical materials about the founder of Slytherin thousands of years ago, Salazar felt that he might have to change his plan again.reincarnation?What kind of reincarnation would allow him, a mage who finally chose the soul, to bring the power to subdue the gods of the death department?In fact, he should be Salazar Slytherin himself!

Well, there is another problem, this Mr. God is not very common.

Salazar suddenly wanted to laugh.He always thought he was lucky at the beginning, but if the God of death doesn't accept him, can he really die?The scene changed again and again, and dozens of close to a hundred times survived, most of which were the souls sent back by the god of death who had the same appearance as himself.

It was dark again, and Salazar waited quietly for the light to reappear.But this time, it was the timing magic set in advance that awakened his sanity.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the familiar roof of the Slytherin lounge.

Salazar slowly sat up on the cushion with a soft pillow in his arms. Through the one-way visual barrier, he stared blankly at the little snakes coming in and out outside.

Slytherin...

The author has something to say: The author knows that the number of words is a bit short this time... I can only write here after I just finished my elective, and I will be a referee for the sports meeting in the next two days. The update depends on when I can come back dormitory...

PS. I watched HP colleagues in the elective class, and tragically found that the author was full of pitfalls, which made people's faces full of blood... Obviously the writing is so good!

☆, Salazar of organization practice

Maybe it's because Alfred has been watching the gossip very well recently, and has been following the whereabouts of the two professors. Hogwarts has not had any petrification incidents for a long time, which makes the life of the savior much easier, and also makes The trio began to focus on other things.However, Salazar remained vigilant all the time, and even forgot about a semi-finished phylactery that was accidentally obtained and suspected to belong to his descendants.

That's right, the recovery period was originally planned to be only one month, but it was extended to more than four months because of forgetting, and maybe it will continue to be forgotten—Salazar seems to have used a corner of the lounge as a dormitory.

While the studies of the little snakes were on the right track, Salazar began to plan a practical activity, such as exploring the forbidden forest at night?Speaking of the Forbidden Forest, he immediately remembered the promise he had made to the Weasley twins half a year ago, so on the night of the practice assessment, a group of young snakes with high spirits mixed in with two overly lively lions.

From the night he discovered Alfred, Salazar knew why he liked the twins.In the enclosed room, among the last few sculptures, there are such a pair of twins, holding fireworks that are extremely rare in the Middle Ages, welcoming his return.

All in all, the Weasley twins managed to join in, despite the private murmurs of many of the little snakes.

It was different from the last time he came here, when he specifically asked Professor Snape for a approval note, even if the administrator Filch found out, it would be nothing.But this time, since it is a practical assessment, of course everyone must rely on their own abilities.

The first to arrive were the seniors of Slytherin. Although they were a little far away from Salazar, they were the most diligent in their studies and had a lot of means; followed by the Weasley brothers. It's not just for fun, the resources of a few secret paths can still be used; the little snakes in the lower grades will be miserable, lacking magic power, physical strength, and experience, and when they arrive at the designated place of Salazar one after another, they are in a mess Too bad, even Draco couldn't care less about his haircut.

"Let's start. A hunt is considered a failure if life is in danger, and a distress signal is sent immediately. I believe that you know the price you need to pay while gaining power? Of course, unnecessary casualties are not allowed, Yalf Reed will try his best to protect your safety." Sitting on the head of the restored basilisk, Salazar stroked the basilisk's cold scales, raised his hand, and threw out a pack of log-carved rings, "All Put it on, it contains an armor bodyguard, a spiritual power blade and three messenger spells, you know when to use it."

Taking a special look at the twins, confirming that they really paid attention to the changes of Slytherin at all times and followed closely, Salazar slid along Alfred's body to the ground in satisfaction, found a random place, and used the cloak pad Sit down under him: "Go, go, take back whatever you can find, and let me see your strength."

"My lord, Slytherin."

"It's not fair!"

"You're not mentoring poor, unloved Gryffindor."

"How can we be asked to do as much as they do?"

The twins pouted in aggrieved manner, squatting on the ground to draw circles, and the corners of Salazar's mouth twitched as he looked overcastly.

"I didn't prohibit others from learning. Don't think that I don't know what you two are practicing these days. The degree of solidification of magic power is much stronger than that of Harry Potter." Salazar dismissed the pair of clowns angrily. He leaned back lazily, turned his head, and smiled.

"When did Luna come and why didn't she show up?"

The girl with the carrot earrings came out quietly from behind the tree and sat down beside Salazar, hugging her knees.The two stayed there quietly. From time to time, students who encountered danger were "transported" to this open space by Alfred's command of the snake group, and students who had caught satisfactory prey came back happily.

Seeing the two people sitting there, their first reaction was to gasp, and then pinch themselves hard to make sure that they were not deluded by illusions.

Mad Girl Lovegood?Your Highness, wake up, this style of painting is completely out of tune!

Time passed by every minute and every second. When the moon was in the sky, Alfred snuck back the Weasley brothers who were chasing several unicorns. Salazar kept a faint smile and resolutely picked up the whip.

God knows where he pulled out the whip, it was pitch black, without any pattern, it didn't look like Slytherin's aristocratic style at all.

"Crack~"

The crisp cracking sound scared the little snakes. Some people looked at the deep whip marks on the ground with cold sweat, but the girls headed by Panxi had their eyes bright, recalling the scene of Salazar throwing the whip. The action is full of surprises in the eyes.

"I come, or you?"

Luna's eyes covered by the mist slowly lifted up, glanced at Salazar, stood up slowly, and said in an erratic tone: "Flint, you are not riding on a broom, don't rush like you are not As in the obstructed sky; Derian, you are a wizard not a Muggle, a wand is not a shovel for digging; Millicent, you..."

No one believed that a crazy girl could judge these Slytherins running wild in the Forbidden Forest, but she did.Not only these unlucky ghosts who obviously made mistakes, even the seventh grader who got the complete tail of the hippogriff was taught by her how to hold a stick and how to hide in the jungle.

"Do you think you are strong enough?" Salazar continued to draw on the ground with a branch, and after a while, he shook his head and erased the calculation formula on the ground, "Don't think that you can relax if you have nothing to do in the past few months. Come down, don’t want to die inexplicably, just train yourself honestly. From now on, Alfred will take you to practice magic in the Forbidden Forest every night, and Luna and I will come here occasionally, understand?”

"Then what are you going to do with the rest of your time?"

After four months of mentoring, some little snakes were unwilling to resume their daily self-study and couldn't wait to ask.

Salazar narrowed his eyes, a little amused and a little displeased: "Me? Of course I'm going to find that bastard who dared to attack a Slytherin basilisk."

Basilisk?The little Slytherins stared in astonishment at the giant snake coiled up in a heap of boring spitting messages, and almost fainted to the ground.Basilisk?What to play? !Just like Little Yar's stupid look for meat to eat every day?

Salazar blinked, smiled maliciously, and raised his chin to his side: "Don't you wonder why Luna can guide you?"

Closing her eyes, Luna let out a little breath, her aura becoming more ethereal.

"Good evening, gentlemen, I'm Godric Gryffindor."

The author has something to say: Well, it’s not too long today... But for the sake of Gordy finally having a name, can I forgive the author generously?

After finishing this sports meeting, I can almost return to the original state. I am not sure about the daily update and Thursday... But if I take the electromagnetic field test, there is no way. The author relies on the last three days before the test to ensure that I don't fail the test...

☆, Salazar who is a bit confused

"I'm Godric Gryffindor."

The Forbidden Forest suddenly became quiet, and occasionally a distant wolf howl could be heard.Regardless of the little snake or the little lion, no matter what they were doing, they were petrified at this moment and froze in place. They turned their heads with a click, stared blankly at Luna's delicate face and strange dress, and said nothing. throat.

Salazar tilted his head, looked at the stunned looks of the students with a smile, and said lightly: "What, do you have an opinion?"

The Weasley twins leaned back in unison, falling to the ground, although everyone knew they were just putting on a show.

After all, this kind of action is still very appropriate.

Luna lowered her head shyly, smiled, and continued softly: "...the incarnation and agent of Gryffindor, my lord will take some time to return." At this point, she turned her head and looked at Sarah. Racha.

The long out of breath startled everyone.

"Don't take it seriously. Although she is only an avatar and an agent, Miss Lovegood has no less knowledge than Mr. Gryffindor. Although the level of strength is not as good as it is, it is enough to take care of you. Don't add to the chaos, you understand? ?” Salazar asked sternly with a straight face.

The little snakes were still in a daze, no one answered, only a few people who reacted quickly nodded.The Weasley brothers who had fallen to the ground before got up and looked at Luna expectantly with wide eyes.

"One of the Big Four at Hogwarts?"

"Founder of Gryffindor?"

"It's great to see you~"

"I'm George."

"I'm Fred."

"Weasley welcomes you back."

Luna's reaction was that her whole body was stiff, and the smile on her face disappeared.Seeing Salazar's unchanging expression, she reluctantly hooked the corners of her lips and stopped talking.

The little snakes pushed and shoved for a long time, and Draco approached Salazar in a stop-and-go manner, and asked in a low voice, "Is this okay? After all, it's Gryffindor, and we're Slytherins."

"Don't worry, it's just an avatar and agent, Gryffindor is the one with the most people now." Salazar said to all the little snakes without hesitation.

They are all things that can be known from the history books, what are these little guys still struggling with!

"Leave Hogwarts after quarreling with Gryffindor", doesn't it mean that Gryffindor drove Slytherin away?In this case, there are only two ways to go after the reunion.Either fight to the end, or someone regrets it and reconciles.He has no memory himself, so he just needs to be on guard secretly, and Luna was not assigned to Gryffindor when he was sorted, which in a sense expressed the meaning of Godric Gryffindor.

He was only concerned with taking care of the little snake, but he didn't notice that Luna's gaze behind her was no longer the so-called incarnation and agent.

This practice was the night before the Easter holiday. After all, the little snakes didn't go home for Christmas, so they must go back this time, so Salazar finally had a few days of rest.Of course, before that, he had to decide which courses he would take in the third grade.

Ancient magic patterns are necessary, they are the most similar to the magic circle, and it is easy to transform after learning; divination class is also very good, but this thing requires a lot of talent, Salazar doesn't think he can play well , and arithmetic divination is just basic probability calculation, so there is no need to learn it at all; the protection of magical creatures is best left behind, after all, sometimes he needs to find some "magical creatures" and process them into spell-casting materials... Well, plus Muggles Let's study it, it just so happens that he needs to add some books for ordinary people.

After choosing the course, Salazar had a very pleasant Easter vacation, and when Drake came back and found that he was still living in the lounge, his eyes finally reminded him of the diary he threw in the dormitory Book.

Erasing traces of the magic circle bit by bit, Salazar sealed the passage leading to the outside world tightly, and solemnly opened the diary.

The quill gently danced, leaving a line of words: I am Salazar.

The diary trembled slightly, and it would have been ignored if Salazar hadn't kept an eye on it.

"Why don't you speak? Descendant of Slytherin, tell me how you were sealed here." Rubbing the rough paper, Salazar exerted a little force with his fingers, and the magic power infused into the diary forced the broken piece The soul jumped out in embarrassment from the inside, and the figure that took four months to cultivate was quite illusory.

"Who are you?" The boy's image is a bit like a ghost, but it's not all silver and white, but more like an impure soul with bright colors like Peeves.Facing the "His Highness Salazar of Slytherin" whom he had heard about a long time ago, he was secretly on guard, but could not hide his embarrassment and longing.

Sure enough, it is an incomplete soul, and the emotions are so obvious, are you afraid that others will not know?Salazar was a little upset, but seeing the boy's longing expression, he still softened his face, stretched out his hand, and unexpectedly grabbed the boy's wrist: "Although I don't remember it, I should be Salazar Slytherin. I think you should be mentally prepared for this, huh?"

"No memory? Amnesia? In this case, how are you sure?" The boy who appeared in the diary did not believe blindly, but stared at Salazar more cautiously and asked.

"The contract, the contract signed by Salazar Slytherin and Malfoy is attached to me." Smiling gently, Salazar pulled the boy to sit on the side of the bed with a slight force, and steadily poured magic power into his body from the palm of his hand , in order to maintain the half-material image of the boy, "Now, your name."

The boy didn't answer, but looked into Salazar's eyes and asked slowly, "What's the content of the contract?"

"Malfoy will always be my son-in-law." Without the slightest hesitation, Salazar spit out a sentence lightly.With external manifestations, it is really easy to directly analyze the contract itself and deduce the content of the contract.

However, it seems that this statement...

"Son-in-law? Could it be that Malfoy's ancestor married a Slytherin? But Abu can't speak Parseltongue! Sure enough, he didn't inherit it..." The young man frowned while recalling everything in the past, trying to find The man named "Abu" had evidence of Slytherin blood.

Salazar quickly corrected: "It's not the son-in-law, but the 'son-in-law', to be precise, the adopted son."

After a pause, he tightened his fingers and firmly grasped the boy's wrist: "Your name."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, it would be a great honor if you are willing to help me change my name." The boy frowned, his wrist quickly turned into a spirit body, retracted, and stood up solemnly.

Salazar didn't care much: "In the future, let's solve your problem first, and then talk about who sealed you in the diary?"

There was a smug smile in Tom's eyes, he raised his chin, and said proudly: "That's right, with me here, even if the main soul dies, I won't die, never will."

Salazar still couldn't understand: "The main soul? You mean...you split your own soul?"

The author has something to say: Shocked... there are so many comments... Are everyone really scared?

23333~~~ (laughing up to the sky)

☆, Salazar who started to work

Salazar seemed to have taken root in the lounge, his own dormitory was surrounded by countless blood-red lines, and the corners of the mouths of the little snakes who watched coming and going twitched.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, there's just a guy who needs to calm down." Facing Professor Snape who came to ask specifically, he replied lightly, and continued to draw on the paper, "Is Mr. Dean interested in going further?" ?”

Snape was taken aback for a moment, stared at Salazar suspiciously, turned around and left after a while.

Alfred slowly swam to Salazar's shoulder, spat out a letter, and asked in a low voice, "Is Sal going to do it?"

"Well... After all, you are a descendant of Slytherin, so try to keep it as long as you can. I can't control Hogwarts yet. Come on, pick out all the offenders first, and let me see who it is Make Hogwarts what it is now." Salazar twirled the quill in his hand, smiling, completely unable to see that he was really angry.

Alfred was sent around, but he was in a good mood—this time, Thrall really came back.

What Salazar wanted were the records of the surveillance system of recent decades, the kind of stuff that had always been piled at the bottom of the library.Alfred strenuously swam along the pipes to the vicinity of the library. Before he could decide which entrance to enter, he saw a girl walking cautiously towards this side holding a small round mirror.

What's going on here?

Thinking it was a girl who loves beauty, Alfred poked his head out of one tube slowly, planning to take a shortcut to go to the library through another tube.A bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and he turned his head in surprise, seeing himself in the mirror and the terrified eyes of the girl.Wait, there's a mirror over here?

was discovered?What a clever boy, it's a pity that Thrall's plan cannot be disrupted.Alfred fell to the ground with a thud, and two small dark green rings were flung out from the tip of his tail, which accurately hit the two girls holding the mirror, arousing the magic pattern on it.

After getting this done, Alfred continued on his way slowly, going straight to the bottom floor of the library along the old but strong pipeline.There, the ghost of Slytherin, Baron the Bloody, was already waiting.

"Hey, little Barrow, long time no see." Alfred hissed in Parseltongue.

Barrow stood quietly in the corner, motionless.

Alfred twisted his body bored, slowly climbed to the pile of books, approached the nameplates, and carefully identified them.The tenth century, the eleventh century, the twelfth century... found it, the twentieth century.

After selecting the materials, Alfred rolled down from the pile of books, twisted his body and swam to the center of the closed room, and slapped his tail fiercely on the pillar.

Hogwarts trembled silently. Portraits, armor, and ghosts looked around one after another. No one noticed, and a few of them were unknowingly missing.

Nearly Headless Nick for Gryffindor, Gray Lady for Ravenclaw, Fat Friar for Hufflepuff, Peeves for the whole castle, plus Slytherin who is already here The bloody Baro, who can arrive, has already arrived.

Alfred was coiled on the pillar, with a silver-green ring on the tip of his tail, and passed in front of the four ghosts one by one.

The fat monk sighed lightly: "Is this really the case?"

The bloody Baron held the chains on his body so as not to make a sound, and he didn't comment on the fat monk's sigh.On the contrary, Mrs. Cinder, who has always been indifferent, looked at Peeves, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Since Uncle Slytherin meant it, let's start. Let me tell you, the people in this school really need to be cleaned up."

"I have no problem. The Gryffindor students are getting more and more stupid. They can't be cleaned up." Nearly Headless Nick shrugged and expressed his support decisively.

Peeves let out a sharp scream: "Agreed! I apply to start the evaluation from the current headmaster!"

"You think he ordered you last time?" Nearly Headless Nick said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Peeves resented, "A headmaster, how dare you order me! Who does he think he is? I just need to be responsible for this castle!"

In this room, the ghosts were no longer dull as they were when they were outside, and chatting happily, Alfred was not very happy.It flicked its tail vigorously, beckoning them to look at it, and pointed viciously at the pile of twentieth-century materials.

Bloody Barrow was the first to go over: "A team of two, each responsible for 46 years. After the inspection, they exchanged. Peeves made the final accusation. Who will be in my team?"

The ghosts representing the other three colleges looked at each other, the fat monk took the initiative to walk over, and the remaining two walked to the other side of the pile of materials.Alfred watched for a while, then slid off the post, crossed himself up and dozed off.

This side is on the right track, but the outside is in chaos.The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was urgently suspended, and two petrified students near the library were found, and Professor McGonagall directly issued a ban.

"All students must return to the common room of their own college before [-]:[-] p.m., and no student is allowed to leave the dormitory building after this time. Every class is escorted by a teacher, and no student is allowed to use the toilet without the company of the teacher. All Quidditch practice and competitions are postponed, and there will be no further activities in the evening."

Knowing the news from Professor Snape, facing those dark eyes, Salazar frowned, and waited in the lounge until night, pinching Alfred who had finally come back with a roll of parchment in his mouth. Tail lifts up.

The basilisk opened its mouth, and the parchment immediately fell to the ground: "Sarsar, this time it was really an accident! Someone already guessed it was a basilisk. I just saw her holding a mirror and looking after it when I came out of the tube. Mouth, I really had no choice but to use the ring of petrification you gave me, it didn't break the seal!"

Although it was just an accident, in the eyes of others, it was the heir of Slytherin who started to do it again.That night, people from the Ministry of Magic took away Rubeus Hagrid, and Lucius deprived Dumbledore of his position with a removal order signed by twelve directors of the board of directors.

Salazar did not show up, sitting in an armchair near the fireplace in the lounge, throwing a reply letter into the fire.

"Searle?" Draco walked around anxiously.

"Why, aren't you happy? Five monitors jointly requested to dismiss the principal's post, which is rare."

"But it's my father who really came forward! Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard, if he wants to take revenge..." Draco almost wanted to cry with his head in his arms, but he was afraid that the image would not be implemented.

Salazar replied with a soft snort: "Malfoy Manor can't handle a wizard? Why do you put on such an expression? Let him think so, the principal who was suspended by the monitor organization can only be dismissed completely, maybe And be ruined."

Thinking of the news that Alfred had just brought back, Salazar's expression became even more gloomy.

"Only when everyone here betrays me will I truly leave this school."

betray?Without allegiance, how can you betray?From student to professor, Hogwarts is not someone's servant!This castle is not someone's private property either!The sulking Salazar made a fuss about catching the unlucky little snake in the lounge, and then rushed into the Forbidden Forest for several nights, taking the list compiled by the ghosts, and cleaning up those creatures that violated the rules one by one.

The first to bear the brunt is the acromantula that builds its nest in the Forbidden Forest without permission.

At this time, Salazar was no longer as embarrassed as he was when he suddenly encountered the acromantula last year. The ring carefully made to guide the magic power played its due role, and every spell hit the target accurately.With the authorization given by the five ghosts, Salazar boldly rushed into the Forbidden Forest, stunned all the acromantulas he encountered, buckled the chains for restraint and threw them into his demiplane.

On that barren land, the prototype of a castle has already appeared faintly.Facing the bound giant spider that appeared out of nowhere, some of the busy slaves showed fear, while others were just surprised, such as the only wizard among them all——Remus Lupine.

"Acromantula? Why are there so many?" He muttered to himself, exerting some force on his fingers, and a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Remus, what's wrong?"

"