Hogwarts founder returns to campus

In front of Salazar was an orderly array of off-white bones, and he was carefully selecting them one by one.

"What are you going to do?" Cassandra asked curiously.

Dumbledore now feels that it is great to be able to bring Cassandra with her, and she can ask many questions without shy away.

Dumbledore could see that Salazar seemed to take extra care of Cassandra. Although he didn't know the reason, people who were bound by him were always safer than those who didn't even know what love was.

"Wand." Salazar answered briefly, holding a troll's rib in his hand.

"Wand? Are you choosing the body of the wand?" The big-hearted Cassandra looked at a femur bone, holding it in her hand and weighing the weight of the leg bone.

"That's right, ordinary wand wood can't hold my strength, so I have to change the material, and I'll use this as an experiment." Salazar nodded and said with his right hand quickly moving on the drawer-style cabinet next to him.

Sapweed, belladonna, scarab powder, morning dew, moon dew flower, armadillo bile...

"Is this okay to say? Do you need me to avoid suspicion?" Dumbledore asked, rubbing his nose.

"Of course not, this is not a secret that cannot be told." Under Salazar's command, the materials that flew out of the drawer all fell into the crucible in the corner. It was right to tell you."

After all the materials fell into the crucible, the firewood underneath was ignited, and the faint blue flame distorted the surrounding air.

"Sit down!" Salazar called, and two armchairs appeared out of nowhere behind Dumbledore and Cassandra.

"Did you dismantle the broomstick I gave you?" Cassandra asked with a smile on her armchair, uncharacteristically, when she heard Salazar's words.

"It's been dismantled, there are a lot of interesting magic inside." Salazar didn't deny it.

"You should already know how to make a broomstick, right? Can you make one for me? Just use this giant's thigh bone!" Cassandra's eyes almost lit up, "I can pay you!"

Cassandra pulled a large roast turkey leg from her pouch, along with several chocolate pies, and two steaks.

"Sorry, there are too many things in the bag, I have to clean some of them first." Cassandra stuck out her tongue, pushed the food aside, and continued to dig out things.

Salazar didn't care, let a piece of steak float in the air, cut it into small pieces, and put it in his mouth, but his eyes didn't leave the pot of potion in the cauldron, and he would float the medicine spoon to stir it from time to time.

When Cassandra's material occupied the entire stone table, his attention finally shifted to it.

How much Newt doted on this child... No wonder her character is so lively.

Salazar picked up a shiny piece of wood and looked at it carefully: "Why do you want to make a broom out of a troll's leg bone? The broom made from this guardian tree trunk should not be bad at speed."

Cassandra responded, "I weighed it just now. Although the troll's leg bones are light, they are very strong, and they are also magic materials. They should be very suitable for adding magic to them."

Salazar nodded and said, "That's a good idea, then I'll use this guardian tree trunk as a reward, isn't it a problem?"

"Will it be too little?" Cassandra blinked and hesitated, "How many more? I know that custom-made broomsticks are very expensive."

While speaking, Cassandra brought the silver snake eggs, a large jar of morning dew, and a pack of fairy wings to Salazar.

"Since you gave me all these, I will definitely take your broomstick seriously." Salazar said in a helpless tone, "Go back to sleep early, Principal Dumbledore and I still have some things to discuss chat."

Listening to Cassandra humming an out of tune ditty and leaving the laboratory, Dumbledore asked curiously: "Why do I think you have a different attitude towards Cassandra? Remember you said before that equivalent exchange It's your code of conduct."

He knew what it meant to completely crack that broomstick, especially a knowledgeable ancestor-level wizard like Salazar.

Once Salazar uses the magic in that broomstick, what kind of magic props will be made is really hard to imagine.

Salazar stroked his chin, and said slowly: "Good question! You can understand it simply, it's just that I owe her, it's just that I think so, I feel like I owe her something."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore was thoughtful, but such remarks reassured him that once a wizard was bound, he would not be so unscrupulous.

Salazar threw the troll's rib into the cauldron. The flame of the crucible had been extinguished, and the potion inside could temper the magic power and activity in the rib.

Salazar sat back in the armchair with a serious tone: "Let's talk about our affairs! Why didn't you save him? He trusts you so much."

"He's a very good wizard, but unfortunately he's already on the wrong team, and it's too late to bring him back now." Dumbledore sighed, exhausted on his face.

Salazar raised his brows, his eyes were bright: "Albus, you turned a deaf ear to his plea for help and let him participate in the level design of the fourth floor, right?"

"What he placed in the level is a giant monster." Dumbledore answered irrelevantly, with a rare expression of struggle on his face.

"The checkpoint he set was a troll, and a troll appeared in the castle again." Salazar's fingers tapped the mahogany on the armchair. "The designers of the level don't know the solution to that level, right?"

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched, and he said dryly, "You guessed it?"

"I've known since Snape and McGonagall didn't know that the three-headed dog can be solved with music." Salazar spread his hands, "You knew he had a problem from the beginning, and you let him participate, you It is driving him to a dead end step by step."

Both were silent.

Few of the teachers who can teach at Hogwarts are idiots. Quirrell released the troll so blatantly, and even went to the auditorium to inform Dumbledore. Both of them knew that Quirrell was actively exposing himself .

"It's pathetic," Salazar commented.

"It's really pitiful! But everyone needs to pay the price for their choices. I just said this to Cassandra." Dumbledore's voice was a little erratic, "Some choices are absolutely unforgivable."

"Is this true for you, or is it true for everyone?" Salazar pressed.

"According to my values, it is the same for everyone. I have paid the price for my mistakes." Dumbledore seemed to suddenly have a strong interest in the giant rib that was continuously extracted and shrunk in the crucible, and did not face Salazar directly.

"You think he's hopeless?"

"Correct!"

"No room for turning around?"

"Correct!"

"Oh, I'm different from you, I'm already thinking of a way to separate."