Schutz III

Schultz withdrew his gaze and stared gloomily at the food in front of him, without the slightest appetite; while Barrow also feebly poked the already horrible fried egg angrily with a fork.That yellow and white color was so disgusting that Schultz had to reach out and grab Barrow's fork.

"You and Helena are having trouble again."

Barrow didn't even look up, just nodded quietly.

Schultz sighed, and shifted his gaze to Helena who was having a good chat with a boy. "Helena obviously likes you too, I really don't understand why she is angry all day long."

"No..." Barrow said softly, "Actually, I seem to understand."

Barrow raised his head, with some sadness in his eyes, "Helena doesn't want to live under the influence of Ms. Ravenclaw forever."

"And my engagement to her comes from Lady Ravenclaw's will."

Shutz was speechless.

These two are really enemies.The two obviously like each other, but because of the girl's resistance to her mother, frequent disturbances occurred.Baro, he must be very sad.Schulz looked at Barrow's head drooping again thoughtfully.

When the freshmen came down to the brightly lit hall under the leadership of Rowena, the Sorting Hat was already waiting on the high stool on the stage.It seemed to have been well taken care of, and the black silk surface shone with a beautiful luster.Then, he began to sing with an eerie voice:

When four great wizards came here,

Thus was England's splendor born,

……

……

But the crisis is still lurking,

The bloody storm is coming,

The hand of fate is unpredictable,

Hogwarts stands forever,

……

Salazar's face on the stage became ugly.He turned to look at Godric, "What's the matter with your hat?"

Godric shrugged, "I don't understand either."

Salazar lowered his head and tapped his fingers on the table. Byrne next to him raised his glass to cover his slightly raised mouth.

Mrs. Cassandra had been closing her eyes to rest, and now she opened her eyes.

"It's me," she said.

Sarah looked over.

"It's almost there." She lowered her eyes, hiding the dark emotions in her eyes, "It's almost there."

Byrne glanced at Salazar and Godric, and raised his eyebrows happily.

After the dinner, Shutz came to the common room with other senior Slytherin students, waiting for the arrival of the freshmen.But when the freshmen arrived, Salazar never showed up.Schultz was thinking about something with his head down, and when he looked up, he saw everyone looking at him in unison.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Prefect Giovanni.Vico first looked at the surrounding students and comforted them with his eyes; then he walked up to Shutz and asked, "Slytherin, do you know where the dean is?"

Schulz shook his head, "I thought the dean would show up with the freshmen."

Giovanni raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh...well." He said, "I thought you would know the whereabouts of Lord Dean better."

Schulz was a little dumbfounded, just because he was Salazar's son?In a blink of an eye, his face darkened again, but he hadn't had much contact with Salazar for a long time.

There is another room in the basement of the teachers' lounge. At this time, the Big Four are all gathered in this room, each with serious expressions.

Rowena was the first to ask impatiently, "What's the matter with the lyrics of the Sorting Hat today?" She looked at the original owner of the hat, "Why didn't I know that this hat has the ability to prophesy."

"Actually," Godric said after considering it, "this should be Cassandra's masterpiece."

"But why." Helga said, "Why is the Sorting Hat reminding us instead of her own words." She looked at her companion, "We will never ignore her prophecy, will we? "

Listening to his friends' guesses, Salazar suddenly said, "Do you remember Mrs. Hesias?"

"Lady Hesias?" Helga frowned, "Of course." She said, "This lady is a prophet older than Cassandra. But," she looked at Salazar in puzzlement, "Does it matter?"

"Lady Hesias is completely blind."

"My God." Rowena exclaimed, "Could the rumors be true?"

Salazar nodded, "I once visited Hesias, and her physical condition is indeed very bad, and her eyes have long been unable to see."

"You mean...?"

"Very likely." Salazar pointed to his chin.

"What do the so-called 'crisis' and 'reign of terror' refer to?" Helga asked worriedly, "You know, Salazar, you just came back from there. Isn't everything resolved?"

Salazar was silent.It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps things were not as simple as they imagined, and that there might be a line that they were not clear about in the recent witch hunts that were happening all over the place.

Shutz turned into the corridor absently, but was suddenly blocked by a person.

"Catherine..." Shutz looked at the nervous girl in front of him in surprise, "Are you okay?"

The girl took a deep look at him, opened her mouth and tried to smile, "Oh, I'm fine, Shutz."

Her voice was a little hoarse, and the end of her voice was a little trembling, obviously nothing happened as she said.Shutz took a step forward and grabbed her hand, his fingertips were cold.

"Catherine, maybe you want to sit down with me and have a talk."

"Okay...okay." Catherine murmured.

Seeing that Catherine was in poor condition, Schulz took her directly to the Response Room.

Catherine was led by Schulz to sit on the soft sofa, and took another cup of hot chocolate. Only then did she calm down a little, and she thought about a lot of decorations around her.

"Where is this?"

Schulz sat down across from her. "This was my father's lounge when he was a kid. It became mine."

Catherine nodded knowingly, not forgetting to tease Schultz, "As the dean's child's welfare."

Schultz didn't answer, but looked at Catherine and asked, "Okay, now you can talk about anything."

Catherine put down the glass, got up and sat next to Schulz, grabbed Schulz's hand and rubbed it on her face. "Schutz..."

"Ok?"

"...Schutz, I..." Catherine looked directly into Shutz's eyes, closed her eyes for a moment, and said, "Can you promise me a request?"

"What request?"

"Schutz, I may have to leave Hogwarts."

"So, before I leave, can you…"

Catherine stopped suddenly, and Shutz froze there.In the Room of Requirement, a comfortable living room turned into a luxurious bedroom in an instant, and he and Catherine sat on a large carved bed.

"This...what's going on?" Catherine was a little surprised.

Shutz looked at Catherine strangely.Because he wanted a place where he could talk quietly, the Room of Requirement became a comfortable sitting room, and suddenly it became a bedroom for only one reason—one of him and Catherine had thoughts about the bed, and they were very strong.If he hadn't thought of it, Catherine had only thought of the bed.Reminiscent of Catherine's hesitant tone and evasive "request", Shutz felt that he seemed to understand what Catherine wanted to do.After all, the girl had never concealed her affection for him.

So Schulz said calmly, "I forgot to mention, the name of this room is 'Response Room', as the name suggests, it can satisfy any imagination of people."

Catherine understood the unfinished meaning of Schulz's words, first bowed her head a little embarrassedly, and then acted resolutely, throwing Schulz down on the bed.

She held Shutz's face with her hands, and the two looked at each other, "Schutz, give me you."

……

Give you to me... Why is this sentence so strange.Schultz was a little speechless. Under normal circumstances, he should give girls to boys.Moreover, Schultz instantly remembered his shameful dream.

Salazar said, boy, give you to me.

Shutz covered his face, and was about to push Catherine away to speak clearly, when the door over there was suddenly opened, and the familiar figure of Shutz walked in.

"...So, what are you doing?" Salazar's voice came without any ups and downs.

Schulz followed behind Salazar dejectedly, trying to explain several times but was interrupted by Salazar's cold gaze.Until entering the study, Salazar sat down and said, "I thought you knew."

He looked at Shutz, suppressing the anger that was about to burst out in his eyes. "I thought you at least knew that Bavaria was not very friendly to us. And Catherine Dolokhov was a good chess piece for her father." Fingers tapped on the table, making a dull sound, "So, you Ready?"

Schultz raised his head, looked directly at Salazar's red and black pupils, and said frankly, "Father, I didn't do anything."

"Heh." Salazar stood up with a chuckle and walked to Schulz's side, stretched out his fingers to pinch Schulz's jaw, bent down and approached Schulz tightly. "Boy, you were in bed with that girl. And she was on top of you, wasn't she?"

"Yes, but..."

"I suddenly felt that I was completely wrong before." Salazar suddenly interrupted Schulz, he let Schulz go, and strode out without looking back.

Schulz sat down a little slumped.He didn't do anything, how could he be caught by Salazar?

"...we can go to Pythia, maybe she can give us some useful advice."

Hearing this, Godric clapped his hands and smiled, "This senior will definitely be able to help us." He turned his head to look at Salazar, who had a bad face, "Then I will go with you, and let the two ladies stay in the castle."

Salazar nodded, "Then we'll set off tonight."

The moonlight casts mottled light and shadows on the ground through the dense forest, pushing away the vines and bushes full of thorns, and some birds suddenly flew away.

"This is really a good place to practice, no matter how Ms. Pythia refuses to leave."

Salazar remained silent, observing the surrounding environment from time to time, and then suddenly said, "We have arrived."

Pythia looked at the two handsome young men sitting across from him, and sighed, "I understand what you are here for. Hogwarts is very dangerous now, but the danger comes from within the wizards. So Hogg Watts must not only disappear from the eyes of Muggles, but also disappear from the eyes of wizards."

"…what do you mean?"

"First, ban disapparation in schools; and also, be kind to centaurs."

"You know, we wizards have never been treated fairly. We are neither gods nor humans (or Muggles), but we happen to be no different from Muggles in appearance. Why? And this Well, I'm afraid that's why Muggles are afraid of us...we're a small minority among them. And now, the indiscriminate among these wizards want to destroy the majority of Muggles, forgetting that we're the minority The few of them." Pythia raised his aging eyes and looked at the two lovingly, "Go, child. Go and protect the school, and protect the future of the wizarding world."

Seeing the two nodding, Pythia smiled slightly, then frowned as if remembering something.

She asked the two, "I want to ask you a quick question."

"Please speak."

"Which is the most stable, a triangle or a four-corner?"

"triangle"

"four corners"

Slytherin and Gryffindor answered almost simultaneously.

Pythia looked at the two of them silently, and sighed—"You should find out the answer yourself!"