salazar not slytherin

the culprit.

But Lockhart didn't give them a chance to verify, maybe Professor Snape?In short, except for a few lessons about basilisks, Alfred never appeared in front of them again, and the responsibility of escorting the first-year students every day fell to the sixth-grade students headed by the new prefect.

For this reason, a large number of Slytherin students have endless sympathy for the basilisk. Everyone knows that a master of potions will not give up his prey.

Facing the restless lion cubs, Salazar had no intention of responding to them at all, and devoted all his energy to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class not long after.It wasn't until the owl delivered that day's Daily Prophet at breakfast time that day that he suddenly remembered that there were two adults left behind by him outside: Regulus Black and Wieland Slytherin.

There were still many people who were frightened by the headlines in the newspapers that day - The Return of Slytherin!

The ones who are more frightened by the content—the descendants of Slytherin set up a wizarding orphanage, open 60.00% of the books of the Slytherin family for free, and donate money to families who lost relatives in the war?

There are also those who are frightened by the photos - the so-called descendant of Slytherin looks exactly like the smiling Gryffindor professor on the professor's chair except for a pair of bright red eyes!

On this basis, the news of the reappearance of the Black family patriarch Regulus Black occupies only a small corner of the newspaper, not even a photo, as if "Black" is nothing.

Of course, this is also arranged.Regardless of the facts, Regulus joined the Death Eaters after all, and it was difficult to explain Slytherin's internal affairs to outsiders. If he returned with great fanfare, he would inevitably not be made things difficult by the Ministry of Magic.Wielander is different. Slytherin has already entered everyone's field of vision because of the existence of Salazar. Sooner or later, there will be a real heir. What's more, Wielander has no similarities with the previous mysterious man.As for what he did?Salazar just gave him a magic circle, which can make him clearly perceive the world's rejection of him, and if he doesn't want to disappear in this world for various reasons, then change it as soon as possible!

Putting down the newspaper, Salazar smiled and looked up at the young professor on the professor's seat. Except for his expression, his movements were inconspicuous, because most people, including the professor, were looking at him at this moment.

Gryffindor's surname, Slytherin's appearance, who is he?

Professor McGonagall was equally astonished.In the Hogwarts employment contract, there was only one "Gryffindor" signed.

Their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class arrived amid uneasy murmurs from the students.Professor Gryffindor arrived a little late. They took out their textbooks, quills and parchment, and were guessing what happened. The professor finally walked into the classroom with his same bright smile, which was much better than Lockhart's last year. Not bad at all.

"Okay, little ones, put down the books in your hands. Defense Against the Dark Arts is not something you can learn from books. Come with me, the first class, let me get to the bottom of it first."

Although being called a "little guy" makes the little snakes very uncomfortable, the professor who puts the emphasis on strength still deserves their respect.They followed the professor quietly, through the empty corridors, around the corner, and immediately saw the Peeves, who took pleasure in playing tricks on students and professors.

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, who do you think you are? Who gave you the guts to choose to come here?" I can't figure out what emotion is tumbling in those dark eyes.

Spreading his arms, the professor stared at the floating ghost in front of him with a half-smile, and he stretched out his voice, speaking in an aristocratic manner: "I have received a letter of appointment from Hogwarts, what do you think? Don't mind your own business, Peeves, be careful—" —”

Maybe it was because his eyes were too cold, Peeves turned somersault in mid-air and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Salazar patted the shoulder of the classmate in front of him, and moved silently to the front of the line.

Not long after, they walked through the second corridor and came to the door of the faculty lounge.Professor Gryffindor opened the door, and Salazar walked in first.

The staff common room was a long room, paneled on all sides, and filled with a good number of old chairs.Professor Snape was sitting in one of the low armchairs, with a sarcastic sneer habitually on the corner of his mouth, which he stopped abruptly when he saw Professor Gryffindor walking in.

It can be seen that the head of Slytherin has been tossed a lot by the new professor recently.Even so, under the silent expulsion from Professor Gryffindor who opened the door, he sat there tenaciously, not intending to leave at all.

Salazar hesitated for a moment, stood beside the dean, and signaled the people behind him to move on.

"Well, you can watch it if you want." Professor Gryffindor said, motioning the students to the other end of the room, where there was an old wardrobe.When the students at the front approached, the wardrobe suddenly shook and slammed into the wall.

"Don't worry, it's just a Boggart. Is there anyone who doesn't know what a Boggart is?" Professor Gryffindor asked lazily.

The students stood quietly, looking at the professor, but no one spoke.

"You know? That's good, I don't plan to talk about it. Okay, don't worry about it. Before class, I need to ask you a few questions. What do you think is black magic?" Professor Gryffindor patted the cabinet , easily and authentically.

The faces of the little Slytherins were a little ugly.dark magic?Who would answer such a sensitive topic?Are you not afraid of bringing trouble to your family?Thanks to the greatest of all White Wizards, the Ministry of Magic swarms like flies at anything to do with the Dark Arts these days, and won't stop until you've squeezed every last penny out of your pocket.

"No one said? Salazar, are you coming?" Professor Gryffindor looked at Salazar calmly and called his name.

Salazar didn't say a word, and met the professor's eyes directly.

The smile on the corner of Gryffindor's mouth became brighter, and he seemed satisfied with Salazar's focused gaze: "Okay, okay, let me tell you. In my understanding, black magic can cause irreparable damage, but not all The magic that causes damage is all black magic. Professor Lockhart told me that you have learned the Disarming Charm. If the magic is not well controlled, the power will knock people out. If there is a knife or gun behind the person at this time, It's easy to die. But the Disarming Curse is not black magic. Likewise, the cutting curse can kill someone if it hits the vitals, but the cutting curse is not black magic."

"I have always believed that what can be called black magic should be a special kind of equivalent exchange. They usually cause harm against people's wishes, and use this to gain greater power to further cause casualties. The most common is to sacrifice offering."

"Our class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. The black arts are explained, and the next step is 'defense'." Gryffindor twitched his lips disdainfully, "The best defense is offense. If it is resolved at the very beginning, the longer it is delayed, the greater the price will be paid.”

"Of course, you are just students, and you won't see any authentic black magic in the future, and not everyone has the talent to do it. In class, I just need to teach you the most basic methods of avoiding harm. First of all— — Get over your fears, I think this Boggart in the locker will help you."

"Now, you have 5 minutes to think about what you are going to do in the face of a Boggart, you can practice, let's get started."

The little snakes were silent for a moment, and looked at the professor without blinking.After a while, Drake mustered up his courage and took a half step forward: "Professor, I think you probably forgot that the noble code does not allow us to expose our weaknesses in front of outsiders."

Salazar helplessly supported his forehead behind him.

Professor Gryffindor's smile became brighter: "It's okay, after this class, it won't be your weakness. Since Mr. Malfoy is so active, why not start with you later?"

Draco's face paled instantly. Five minutes later, under the half-smiling gaze of the professor and the encouraging eyes of Salazar, he tightly grasped his wand, stood directly in front of the closet, and unconsciously became short of breath.

The author has something to say:

☆, Salazar who started to recover his memory

"I'll count to three, little Mr. Malfoy." Professor Gryffindor drove the other students away, turned around, pointed his wand at the doorknob of the wardrobe, and said, "One, two, three, let's go! "

A wisp of black silently wrapped around the knob of the knob, the door suddenly opened, and a teenager who was almost exactly like Drake came out - I said "almost" mainly because the "Draco" lacked the most important thing. Components - hair.

Draco, who was holding the wand, uttered a scream and couldn't wait to point his wand at the person in front of him: "Funny, funny!"

The boy's figure suddenly changed, elongated, then twisted, and finally turned into another man with blue eyes and a solid body, also with a bald head.

Drake panted heavily without any image, and was dragged aside by Salazar.

The Slytherins were silent, and one of them grinned in pain when his companion elbowed him in the ribs when he wanted to laugh.In fact, many people have seen that man. If nothing else, it is Godric Gryffindor.

Salazar stood aside, hugging Draco's seemingly frail body, and smiled lowly: "Forget it this time, it's up to you to make up your mind, but remember to make up this lesson when you go back, it's really useful-remember, don't Use these to fool yourself again, and think about what you are most afraid of."

After Draco came Pansy, the short-haired girl who mustered up the courage to stand in front of the Boggart, her eyes so wide that she looked like a kitten with frizz.

The Boggart, who kept the appearance of Godric Gryffindor in the history books, twisted for a while, and turned into a pus-faced, bloated, extremely ugly woman, with fingers as thick as carrots grabbing the hair all over her body. Fat meat, swearing endlessly inarticulately.

Pansy passed out without a sound.

Behind her, one of Goyle and Crabbe caught her body firmly, and the other quickly flashed in front of Pansy. The speed was so fast that one could vaguely see the effect of the special training that Salazar had arranged for them last time.

The Boggart still needs to change, and was forced back into its original closet by a "funny funny".

Pan Xi's mental quality is so poor?Salazar frowned dissatisfied.

Then, all kinds of strange existences appeared one after another, and what those little snakes were afraid of really opened Salazar's eyes.From the headless corpses and rotting food that Goyle and Crabbe, who are more simple-minded, are afraid of, to Blaise's obviously wrong infernal corpse, Salazar can't stop laughing.As for authenticity?It's hard to say.

Before he knew it, it was his turn.

Salazar watched with a smile as Daphne Greengrass stepped back from the mass of cotton candy-shaped dementors, hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward to take her previous position.

Professor Gryffindor moved his hands behind his back, and silently flicked a ray of magic power towards the stunned Boggart.

Salazar's face changed suddenly—the dementor's ability to detect thoughts suddenly increased significantly, and the defense he had set up in advance was broken!

Before he could move, the Dementor brand cotton candy had already changed.The next moment, a lake appeared where Boggart was, and the clear water was mixed with traces of blood.

what is that?Salazar was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Professor Gryffindor, who was standing aside, could not wait to drive Boggart back.His face was pale, and compared with his jet-black hair, he was even more frightening than the previous ghosts.

"Is this Boggart spoiled?" Draco, who had already recovered, laughed loudly.

Salazar looked at Gryffindor silently, his mind was full of the scene just now.Why is it a lake?Even if it's mixed with blood, it shouldn't be what I'm most afraid of...

Godric Gryffindor smiled bitterly.Salazar didn't understand, but he could see clearly, the image reflected in the lake.The young man with black hair and red eyes was covered in blood, and the blood in the lake flowed from him; behind him, there were several blond men holding wands and posing to continue attacking. familiar.

Or rather, that was him before.

The silence broken by the get out of class bell, the students saluted the professor one by one, and quietly left the faculty lounge.Before long, there were only three people left in the room - Salazar, Godric Gryffindor and Professor Severus Snape.

"Salazar, come together?" Gryffindor asked anxiously.

There was silence in the living room.

Godric frowned suddenly, he looked carefully for a while, his face paled suddenly.Professor Snape was about to approach, but he blocked him immediately: "Don't come over! Don't disturb him...Mr. Snape, get out of here, now."

The Snake King snorted heavily. Seeing that he was really anxious and he was obviously unable to help, the black robe rolled after the last little Slytherin and left, not forgetting to close the door of the teachers' lounge .

In the lounge, Godric collapsed on an armchair like a collapse, staring at Salazar intently.In his eyes, a phantom faintly appeared on the skinny young man's body. It was the appearance he had glimpsed countless times, and it was also the appearance he was familiar with earlier. It was cold and thin, as if it would leave with the wind at any time.

Xu Ying closed his eyes, and a trace of pain flowed from the corners of his tightly pursed mouth, as if he was suffering from severe torture.

Salazar felt that he might not last long.At that moment, everyone around me suddenly went away, and I was surrounded by darkness, as if a branding iron was embedded in my skin, and my whole body was hot and twitching.He tried his best to maintain the last sliver of clarity, but still fell into a coma irresistibly. What he heard at the last moment was-"If you can't make it through, just pull out the blood and throw it away. Kenan Valo has no such descendants."

Godric Gryffindor reached out in time to embrace Salazar's body which fell silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Salazar suddenly found himself regaining consciousness.He wanted to move, but his body was restrained, and he couldn't even open his eyes. There were bursts of severe pain in his limbs, as if he had been stabbed countless times.

Faintly, someone whispered in his ear.

"again."

"There have been more and more inferior products recently."

"Why don't you just kill him? It's so troublesome to draw blood."

"It's the patriarch's child anyway, so what's the point of keeping him alive? I heard it's winter outside, and he'll freeze to death if he throws it out, so we won't offend the patriarch."

"How come? The patriarch doesn't care about him."

The whispers were getting closer, and Salazar felt his body being moved, thrown on a hard board, and moved on the potholed road.For some reason, a trace of sorrow suddenly appeared in his heart, as dense as an ant bite.

Suddenly there was a glimmer of light in front of his eyes, and he realized that he opened his eyes a little at some point, and the only gap allowed him to see the white or yellow finely divided flowers swaying in the wind on the side of the road. Is it an elderberry?Roadside elderberries?What exactly is this place? !

The family land of Kenanvalo.

From the bottom of my heart, a familiar voice answered.

Kenan Vallo?what is that?Salazar's confusion only lasted for a moment. In a blink of an eye, his body was lifted and thrown heavily to the ground. The cold and soft feeling told him that there was a thick layer of fresh snow under him.

Leave, must leave, as long as he doesn't want to die here.Otherwise, even if he is just a sojourner in this body, he will fall into the ice and snow together with his master.Salazar was secretly anxious, but his body was completely unable to move.The master was obviously conscious, but he just stared blankly at the whiteness in front of him, as if he had lost all will to survive.

Move, hurry up!Salazar urged anxiously, and after a long time, he felt his sojourner's body tremble, slowly shrinking into a ball.

The next moment, cold liquid flowed on his face.

This is... crying?

No wonder, this body is only three or four years old, and it is still a child, so it is normal to be abandoned by one's own family and cry a lot.Before we do that though, how about finding a safe place first?You can't freeze yourself to death, can you?

Fortunately, before the last trace of strength in the body flowed away with tears, the child finally stopped crying, sobbing, his hands and feet twitched unconsciously, and slowly moved on the ground.

It hurts.Salazar followed the child's gaze to the wrist, where there was a deep bone wound.

The so-called blood draw?

The child struggled to crawl in the snow. The severe pain in his ankle made him unable to stand up, and the injury on his wrist made his crawling painful.The heat from the body gradually disappeared, and the child crawled numbly. Unknowingly, there was a slight warmth inside the body.

He is dying.Salazar knew very well that those who were frozen to death never felt cold before death.

Suddenly, a pair of exquisite boots appeared in front of the child.

Salazar opened his eyes suddenly.

"How about it, Thrall?" Godric Gryffindor leaned over nervously.

"What is Kenan Vallo?"

The author has something to say: finally there is no elective... 2333 is so happy~~~~

The recovery of memory in the third school year is very different from what was mentioned in the original book... Maybe this part can be regarded as original?

☆, Salazar who has been tossing until Halloween

From the beginning to now, Salazar is not so keen on "recovering memories".It wasn't that he was afraid that he would no longer be him after recovery. After all, those contracts that still existed and the exact same appearance all showed that he had never stepped into the Spring of Life and Death.

Salazar was always Salazar.

Not to touch everything that happened thousands of years ago is just because he instinctively thinks that memory was abandoned by himself, if it is not necessary, it is better not to touch it.

Without the appearance of Godric Gryffindor, even with those original Slytherins, he never thought of recovering his memory.But now...

Salazar did not like to wait passively.Leaving the staff room, he said goodbye to Godric Gryffindor calmly, and turned to head Slytherin's office.There, Professor Snape, who faintly realized that something was wrong, was already waiting, and Lucius Malfoy, who was confused, was urgently called over.

"Kenan Valo?" Hearing this surname, both of them were confused.It's no wonder they, a mixed-blood family, a business expert, even if they have studied history, they would not be interested in the family that hid their existence thousands of years ago, and it's hard to say whether that family is still there, at least Hogwarts Never accepted a student with this surname.

Perhaps people thousands of years ago would have known something about this surname?Although the portraits and ghosts are infused with the memory of the original owner, no one will give them all the memory, let alone a secret like Kenan Valo.Can we only go to Gryffindor?Salazar was struggling, and suddenly his eyes lit up—it's hard to tell, but Professor Binns, who has been in charge of the history of magic courses, is definitely the one who is most likely to know the inside story.

The professor couldn't escape, so Salazar felt relieved, and only then did he notice that Lucius looked a little embarrassed: "What's wrong?"

Lucius' expression twitched a little, and he even ground his teeth regardless of his image: "Your Highness, can you lock up your child? I think if you don't restrain him, maybe Malfoy will have no place to entertain you by the end of this semester. "

"What did Wieland do again?" Salazar also thought of a descendant who was not so obedient. This guy's soul came from a locket. Maybe he was educated hard by the portraits there when he was in Black's old house. After having a body, I have an additional interest, sealing up all the portraits I see.

Except for Erro, the part-time mage tower gatekeeper, all the portraits of the Black family have been poisoned by him, and now they have moved to Malfoy Manor?

Lucius nodded painfully.Different from Black's old house, which has nothing to do, there are quite a lot of people living in Malfoy Manor now, and those portraits that are integrated with the manor also have something to do, otherwise it will cause chaos at least, and at worst, the whole manor will be blocked as it is now Seventy-eight out of ten.

"One letter should be enough, Dean, can I borrow a pen and paper from here?" Salazar quickly made a decision, "If you don't mind, Wieland can do whatever you want, don't delay his work Those things will do.”

The life in the third grade was no different from the previous two years, except that there were a little more courses, which was not a problem at all in Salazar's eyes.As for the conflict between the "sister-in-law" and the "second son" outside the school, he didn't intend to interfere at all, and occasionally inquired about Quan Dang from the portrait.He still has to find a way to gather information about Kenan Valo.

For some reason, there isn't a single book in the Hogwarts library that mentions that surname.As a last resort, Salazar plunged into Ravenclaw's library, and was dragged in with Verica in a daze.Even so, after rummaging through all the history books and various aristocratic genealogies, Salazar only found a simple sentence: Kenan Vallo opposed the establishment of the school and completely disappeared after the birth of Hogwarts.

It wasn't enough, but it was enough for Salazar to refine the question he was asking.One afternoon when there was no class, he took the book he had borrowed with great difficulty, and knocked openly on the door of the History of Magic Professor's office.

"Kenan Vallo? That family..." Even though it was a ghost, Professor Binns still changed his face, but looking at Salazar, he still said slowly, "Kenan Vallo is a Gryffindor once A family of white wizards of equal fame, with a perennially hidden status. Before the establishment of Hogwarts, it was the leader of the opposition. It is said that on the eve of the establishment of Hogwarts, they threatened not to allow noble children to enter Hogwarts. That night, Dean Slytherin alone Go to their family's residence, and then they left the British wizarding world, and it is said that they went away because of the suppression of Salazar Slytherin."

Is that so?But judging from that period of memory, Salazar should have been the direct line of the Kenanvalo family, the white wizard and the black wizard... Could it be the reason for the withdrawal of blood?It is reasonable to fail a certain test because of conflicting attributes.

Slowly summing up the truth thousands of years ago, Salazar returned to the lounge in silence, the expression on his face had returned to normal.Facing the worried expressions of a group of little snakes, he returned a smile and his mind was at peace.

Gryffindor wasn't hostile, so why should he be in such a hurry?Even if there is an enemy hiding on the side, if one's own strength is sufficient, what's the hindrance?

Naturally, he is not the only one who needs to improve his strength.Unknowingly, there was a wave of real combat in Hogwarts. Even Gryffindor, who was fighting in the corridors, became much more aggressive. It was no longer a pure joke in the past.

The day before Halloween, the third graders went to Hogsmeade village for the first time, almost crowding the famous Joko Joke Shop. One can imagine how lively Hogwarts will be in the future.Salazar didn't go, but Drake brought him a lot of mints, which he managed to snatch.For some reason, Velica went crazy and insisted on buying back all the Honeydukes' candy, and directly drained Mr. Zabini's wallet.

While they were wandering around Hogsmeade, Salazar was entertaining an uninvited guest in his dormitory.

"No, Professor Gryffindor, I just need to be responsible for these people and things now."

Holding a glass of water, Godric sat on the deformed chair with a wry smile: "Is Sal really not interested? Then why did you go to Professor Binns? Isn't it also for the original matter? You might as well ask I, I will never hide it."

"It's just that I don't think it's necessary. Professor, I'll always remember what I need to remember. Don't bother you. If you think about it for a while, nothing will happen." Salazar refused decisively, and the guard in his eyes could not be faked. .Compared with Kenan Vallo, who may not exist, in his opinion, this Gryffindor with the appearance of Slytherin is more worthy of vigilance, although he probably doesn't intend to do anything.

brave?Upright?witty?So with a Slytherin appearance and officially appearing in the wizarding world under the name of Gryffindor, what exactly does he want to express?

The Halloween dinner was as good as ever.Salazar and Professor Gryffindor walked into the auditorium one after the other, and each took their seats.The auditorium was decorated with hundreds of pumpkins with candles as usual, and the bats flying around were probably the same group as last year, looking a lot more skilled.

The old man with the white beard was absent from the professor's seat, and the banquet was so dull that it made people uncomfortable.The Weasley twins tried their best to liven up the atmosphere, but in the end only a few daring lion cubs followed, and even the savior gnawed sullenly on his own bone.

Well, it didn't take long to be dull, and Drake ran over to provoke him enthusiastically, and fire burst out of those green eyes immediately.

At the end of the banquet, it was a bit more lively. The ghosts of Hogwarts spontaneously stepped forward to perform, such as gliding in the air-the advantages of ghosts in this respect are unmatched by anyone, even if Salazar has the advantage over those flying He is very proficient in small skills, but he only relies on magic power to hold on. It is difficult to make the movements so smooth.

Gryffindor's Nearly Headless Nick re-enacted his beheading experience with extra enthusiasm, which won warm applause.When he was leaving the stage, he unexpectedly turned to the professor's seat, and gave an exaggerated salute: "Your Highness, Gryffindor, welcome back."

Salazar nodded to the probing gazes of the little snakes around him.

So, is that really Godric Gryffindor?That's why you didn't say your name?Draco was a little dizzy, he quickly leaned on the table, and leaned into Salazar's ear: "Who else will pop out suddenly in a few days?"

"No...probably?" Salazar was about to deny it, but suddenly became a little uncertain.With him, another Godric Gryffindor pops up, won't there really be a woman calling herself Rowena Ravenclaw or Helga Hufflepuff in a few days?

The author has something to say: I probably ate something wrong yesterday, and I kept having stomach troubles. I will make up for it this weekend. If today is too late, it will be tomorrow~

☆, the increasingly busy Salazar

Salazar had expected a relaxing holiday this time around.At the banquet, there was no troll incident like in the first school year, and on the way back to the lounge, there was no encounter with a petrified cat. Salazar was planning to cooperate with the prefect to determine the formal training plan for freshmen, so he wrote a few lines, Then I received a message from the dean.

Sirius Black scratched the portrait on the door to the Gryffindor common room and is nowhere to be found - neither Sirius Black nor the Fat Lady in the portrait.

In desperation, the prefect could only organize the students to return to the auditorium, and Salazar also offered to help maintain order, although he was the one who brought Sirius Black into the school.

Damn bastard, it caused trouble so quickly.Secretly cursing the disobedient junior, Salazar squeezed the hands of Verika and Drake one by one, gnashing his teeth thinking about how to deal with the guy who caused the trouble after the incident was over.

At this time, the professors had sealed all the entrances to the auditorium. Professor McGonagall announced the decision made by all the professors with a straight face: "Professors need to conduct a comprehensive search of the castle. For your own safety, everyone You must spend the night here honestly. The prefects need to guard the entrance of the auditorium, the male and female student council presidents are responsible for organizing the students, and if something happens, they will send ghosts to notify the nearest professor, understand?"

Scattered "Got it" responses came from Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, the loudest of which was Percy Weasley as Head of Schoolboy.

A house-elf brought a sleeping bag, and after Professor McGonagall left, the auditorium suddenly boiled over, and the Gryffindor students were talking loudly about their fright, in exchange for other people's low cries and exclamations from time to time.

Percy Weasley struggled to keep order, wanting everyone to sleep in their sleeping bags, but his brothers weren't very supportive.

There were not many Slytherins capable of convincing the crowd, and Salazar took over decisively, watching them get into the simple sleeping bags one by one, even if everyone was not sleepy, he had to watch them close their eyes before giving up.

"Sa, father?" Verika cautiously poked out half of her head and asked strangely.

"Go to bed early and nourish your spirits. Who knows when the trouble will last." Salazar rubbed his hair affectionately, and swallowed the second half of a sentence that everyone knew well: anyway, he wouldn't put that brain out of his mind. The sick Sirius handed it over, maybe he can take the opportunity to get rid of the real traitor?

Not long after, all the candles were suddenly extinguished, and only the silver-white ghosts floated around, preventing the auditorium from being completely plunged into darkness.The enchanted ceiling looked exactly like the starry sky, and the whispers of the students were like insects.

Every once in a while, a teacher will patrol the auditorium to confirm that nothing will happen.Obviously, they don't expect the students to fall asleep quickly, even in the wee hours of the morning.

Salazar couldn't sleep.Although he knew very well that Sirius Black was not in danger, the presence of strangers around him also kept him awake.

At about three o'clock, the search of the whole school was coming to an end. Several fast professors gathered in the auditorium to exchange opinions, but it was not Professor McGonagall who dominated—of course this was expected, after all, there was a Geoffrey here. Derek Gryffindor.

In the next few days, the only topic in the school was "Sirris Black", and all kinds of speculation made the little snake who knew the truth laugh.As soon as he returned to the lounge, Salazar activated the collar on the big dog's neck, and under everyone's horrified eyes, a ball of black meat rolled all the way from the Forbidden Forest into Hogwarts. Bumping up and down the stairs and eventually rolling into the Slytherin lounge.

The closed door well blocks the prying eyes of outsiders.

Of course, the people in the break room were not so lucky.Snakes, large and small, were startled by the black ball first, and sat in rows under Salazar's organization, and then witnessed a real metamorphosis.

Salazar put away the collar, and the next moment, Black Ball twitched and stretched its body, slowly returning to the shape of a normal dog.Lie down on the ground and slowed down, the big dog raised his head and saw countless silver-green figures, and immediately turned into a messy man, pointing aggressively at Draco who was sitting at the front: "Evil Si——"

The corner of Salazar's mouth twitched, and he resolutely put the collar back on.

So the man was forced to transform into a big dog again, and because he didn't react in time, he bit his own tongue and barked fiercely.

"Sirius Black, the fugitive from Azkaban." Salazar introduced the identity of the big dog, looked at the unknown little snakes, and smiled slightly, "I don't like others to judge Slytherin, Give me the list, don't say what will happen in the future, I don't plan to keep people in Azkaban."

What he meant was simple, Slytherin had Slytherin rules, if he did something wrong, he or the law enforcer should be responsible for the conviction, and it had nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic.It's okay to say it's a protection, or it's okay to say it's withdrawn, he has always been like this.

That night, Godric Gryffindor stepped into his bedroom in the dark.

Almost immediately, the lights came on.

"What's the matter?" Salazar sat lazily on the bed in his pajamas, looking at this guest who was used to coming uninvited.

Unexpectedly, Godric just looked at him quietly: "Need help?"

really need.Those caught in Azkaban weren't all Slytherins, and they weren't all Death Eaters.Death Eaters who are not Slytherin for the sake of Verica and Wieland