Hogwarts Homecoming

The person who appeared behind Amosta and Dumbledore was a middle-aged wizard who looked less than 40 years old and had an extraordinary demeanor.

He was dressed in a dark green robe with silver thread woven into patterns on the cuffs and two one-inch wide gold silk ribbons on the edges of the front, which was decent and luxurious.

The middle-aged wizard had a straight nose, deep eye sockets, thin lips, and a sharp face with a hint of vicissitudes.

The only thing that was not beautiful was that the cold eyes in his light green eyes made him look a bit sinister.

"Professor Slytherin."

Dumbledore repeated softly.

His eyes followed the trend and hovered for a few breaths on an exquisite pendant box hanging on the wizard's chest, and finally, they stopped at the resurrection stone ring on his right thumb.

"It's really surprising, isn't it, Amosta——"

As if he was worried about disturbing the middle-aged wizard in front of him, Dumbledore said softly in a whispering tone.

"Talking about homework?"

Slytherin's face seemed frozen, unable to show much expression, but his light green eyes revealed a hint of ridicule.

Amosta and Dumbledore walked a few steps to the side in tacit understanding, leaning against the wall, making way for Slytherin's cold eyes, although they both knew that Salazar Slytherin could not see them.

The boy who faced the majesty was sweating profusely, and his pale face was bloodless, obviously he was very afraid of Slytherin!

"Do you have any other answer, Miss Greengrass?"

Slytherin's eyes moved, looking at the girl next to the boy, who was pretty and beautiful, but a little sick.

"We are talking about Professor Gryffindor and Professor Slytherin!"

With just a faint glance, the defense of the ancestor of the Greengrass family collapsed, and she told the truth with a crying voice.

"You seem to be more courageous than Mr. Malfoy, Miss Greengrass--"

Slytherin moved the corners of his lips coldly, and after hearing this, the ancestor of the Malfoy family hung his head as if he had been sentenced to death, with a gray look.

"Tell me, what are you discussing about Godric?"

"Yes"

Greengrass's thin shoulders trembled, staring closely at the pointed toes of her black leather shoes with several hollows on her ankles.

She knew that what she said might anger the great Professor Slytherin, but she didn't dare to lie.

"It was Professor Gryffindor who brought back two more boys last Friday and stuffed them into his own college. He saved them from the Church. We heard that none of the two boys' ancestors knew how to use magic."

Greengrass's eyelashes trembled slightly. She secretly glanced at Professor Slytherin's face. Seeing that his handsome face did not further slip out of control, she breathed a sigh of relief and her voice became more confident.

"Malfoy and I both think that Professor Gryffindor is degrading himself. If he continues like this, then sooner or later Hogwarts will be filled with stinking magic thieves!"

Greengrass said indignantly.

"I invented a new word, Professor Slytherin--"

The ancestor of the Malfoy family saw that the coldness in Professor Slytherin's eyes showed signs of melting, and he looked at Professor Slytherin expectantly with a bit of credit in mind,

"I call these thieves who steal magic mudbloods!"

Alas.

The soft sigh came from Dumbledore, and he shook his head meaninglessly.

I wonder if Lucius would feel proud to know this history.

Amostaz squinted at the boy with shrewd gray eyes, thinking with a bit of sarcasm and bad taste.

"Mudblood"

Slytherin chewed the word in his mouth, his expression was cold, but there was a hint of emotional fluctuation in his tone,

"Interesting word, Malfoy--"

But before Malfoy and Greengrass's expressions brightened, Salazar Slytherin's eyes suddenly became strong.

Even Amostar and Dumbledore, who were leaning against the wall, felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on them. Malfoy and Greengrass, who were facing the gaze, were even more shaken. They leaned on each other to avoid falling to the ground!

"I hope you remember my words, Malfoy, Greengrass--"

Salazar Slytherin said softly, "You are not qualified to comment on Godric's behavior, unless you are stronger than Godric. In addition, it is not my wish to let those who are not from noble pure-blood families and have awakened magic to enter Hogwarts, but since I have agreed to the proposal of Godric, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, then you..."

Salazar Slytherin leaned forward, and Malfoy and Greengrass suddenly had an illusion that they were under the shadow of a vicious and huge fire dragon!

"--I am also not qualified to comment."

Slytherin said, and then his robes flew, and he turned and walked towards the hall.

"Miss Greengrass, one month detention.

Mr. Malfoy too, and since you are particularly interested in the paper I assigned, I hope to see a three-foot-long paper appear on my desk before the end of this week."

Hiss. Three feet!

Amosta smacked his lips, this is cruel enough!

Survived!

The two ancestors of the Malfoy and Greengrass families staggered against the corridor, looking at each other with expressions of inner happiness.

"Professor Slytherin is probably the most powerful of our families."

Malfoy swallowed his spit and said breathlessly. Although he was severely punished, his eyes were full of reverence as he stared at Slytherin's retreating back!

Greengrass did not speak, but nodded with concern.

"I think we'd better keep up with the Slytherins, Headmaster Dumbledore-"

Amosta said, then took a step forward.

"What an amazing experience, Amosta--"

Dumbledore followed, speaking quickly,

"I never thought I could glimpse a memory of Salazar Slytherin himself. Do you think it's possible that Tom might have seen this memory, Amosta?"

After hesitating, Amosta shook his head.

"I can't say, Principal Dumbledore, it's possible."

They followed the Slytherin quickly into the hall.

There are some exquisite and brand-new paintings painted on the walls of the foyer, but in Hogwarts a thousand years later, these paintings have disappeared. I wonder if they have been eroded by time.

In addition, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the auditorium also has a golden color and seems to be pure gold, which is also different from later generations.

However, this is not surprising.

After the Big Four left one after another and before the school board intervened, Hogwarts went through a long period of financial hardship.

At that time, the administrator of the castle might have had to sell off some of the school's properties in order to keep the magic school open.

Compared to Amosta, who cared more about Slytherin, Dumbledore was also very interested in Hogwarts a thousand years ago. He looked around and looked at the castle with great interest as it looked when it was new.

Slytherin was stopped in the foyer. It was an old wizard. In the transition season between spring and summer, this old wizard was still wearing a thick woolen coat.

"Look at this, Salazar!"

When Amosta and Dumbledore approached, the old wizard had already greeted Slytherin, and he was showing off to him a stack of parchment manuscripts several inches thick in his hand.

"I went through every book I could find and personally corrected and revised the edition. I can assure you that every piece of history in the book is true and reliable!"

"Professor Binns--"

Not to mention Dumbledore, even Amosta, who had been in and out of the memories of the Big Four many times, had his eyes widened.

"I'm really not used to him looking like this."

Amosta said in surprise.

"I couldn't agree more, Amosta—"

Dumbledore couldn't help but marveled!

Dumbledore, who had lived a long and legendary life, could not help but be curious when he saw the physical Professor Binns. He circled around the little old wizard and looked at the one who had served the longest at Hogwarts. professor!

The indifferent Slytherin was quite friendly to Professor Binns. He took the manuscript and read a few pages.

"You have done something very meaningful, Binns. Forgetting history is as shameful as betraying one's own blood. I would love to take the time to read your works, but not now-"

Slytherin returned the manuscript to Professor Binns,

"I have something that I need to talk to Godric about now, so please forgive me--" (End of Chapter)