Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is Salazar Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?

Even if this green shadow is somehow stuck in the stone wall, even if Ens sees it in the past, he can only see half of the face, but the strange magic power mixed in the voice, but Jean Si is not worthy of his care.

He didn’t even notice that the scene with half a face on the wall was inexplicably ridiculous, as if it had been forcibly built in the wall with bricks.

“Although the tokens you hold wake up the images I left behind, then I can’t admit your strength. Go back and leave! Stupid successors…”

When the last sentence is gradually settled, the power that seems to bind the soul of Ens is also quietly faded away. He looked at the faded pale green face on the wall, and the mind that slowly became clear was a little more muddy.

“…What does this mean?” Ens blinked his eyes and snorted. “Even if I don’t go back, where can I go?”

It鈥檚 already in the end, and the Chamber of Secrets is full of large and small stones, which have long been ruined. And when he looks around for a week, he naturally finds nothing.

“Oh…” He shook his head and said to himself, “Maybe there was something before, but now there is nothing left. What’s the ‘Basilisk’? Power and gold? It is estimated which one has long gone. The guy of bullshit luck gave away…”

Ens鈥檚 side is squatting, and when he turns around, he goes back 鈥?it鈥檚 just a matter of whitening himself! I don鈥檛 know what ancient words to translate, but don鈥檛 have time to practice the curse?

However, he did not notice that the white face that almost disappeared on the wall suddenly became solid again as he turned to take off the First Step.

Yes, whenever he takes a step, the green shadow that was originally turned into a little green light particle will be followed by the 1 point. And as Ens walked step by step to the central position of the Chamber of Secrets, the strange and inexplicable force suddenly entangled his heart!

Ens鈥檚 trembled under his feet, like a stone carving, froze in place.

“If it is a stupid person who inherits from Godric, after listening to my words, I will definitely choose to move on; only my successor with both savvy and wisdom can take into account the risks hidden by recklessness…”

The si si of Parseltongue echoed again.

“But I never deny the necessity of courage. Moderate persistence will give the wizard the opportunity to climb up after the magic trip. The rough future is inevitable, and the courage to choose is also supporting me and other wizards. To the foundation of glory.”

Having said that, the Slytherin apparition in the wall is slightly paused, and then whispers with his hoarse Parseltongue:

“The successor… now, come back!”

In the seemingly irresistible words of Salazar Slytherin, Ens turned his hands and feet stiffly, and he could even hear the squeaking sounds in the joints that were not working together.

“Then, show me your perseverance that has been recognized by Helga and come back to me.”

Now, even Enns, who doesn’t know much about Magical Theory, understands it. The power that makes his body and mind look like rust seems to stem from the voice of Salazar Slytherin.

It鈥檚 just that he doesn鈥檛 know that the power is actually derived from 鈥渓anguage.鈥?Only those who understand Parseltongue will feel this kind of terrifying soul bondage.

“si si – haha 鈥嬧€?“

The sound is still going on, but this time it has become a meaningless Parseltongue syllable, but there are some more wonderful rhythms.

The burden is getting heavier and heavier.

“It looks like… I don’t agree, I can’t do it…”

Ens grinned hard, and then clenched his teeth and took a step forward. But this is only a step, let him feel the pain of powerfulness – it is not a heartbreaking pain, but an unspeakable burden, just telling him that he is afraid that he will never forget this night. “Innocent disaster.”

If Marx is here today, he may be aware that Salazar’s understanding and use of the rules of the soul has reached an extremely high level.

Ens is still moving forward, and every time he takes a step, he has to pause for a long time. As Slytherin said, he can only rely on his own perseverance.

Maybe… maybe it will end it all if it falls, and Enss is vaguely aware of this. But at this time, which other man would choose to lose? At least he is never willing to admit that he has a weak part.

Think about it, how easy is it to leave when you leave? But now, he has personally realized that sometimes a few steps will become a torture that seems to be in the foreseeable future.

The stagnation of the muscles and every joint in the body seems to be unsuccessful. Only by concentrating can you drag the legs, but you must be distracted to control the balance of the body.

How many more steps? How far is it?

His gaze gradually became blurred, and the wand and the broom in his hand fell on the ground behind him. The darkness rushed to his vision, as if he wanted to devour his consciousness.

Maybe half an hour… or a few hours? Of course, it is possible that only a few minutes have passed… Enns is not very clear, he only knows that there is a sound between the cockroaches suddenly got into his mind.

“…go into the Chamber of Secrets behind me! The successor…you will understand where the next destination is… bring my Basilisk, it will give you appropriate help…to bury the person who should die And then accept the gift I gave you.”

“When you come back from here, take my things to the tower of Rowena! When you get there, waiting for you will be the last chance to give up.”

“Remember, stick to your own heart, don’t be in power…get lost…”

As the voice faded, the si si sounded away from Ens’s mind. Then, he finally couldn’t resist the double exhaustion of the body and the soul, and fell to the ground in front of him, so he fainted.

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Almost at the same time Enns was fainting, the first batch of contestants in the international alchemy competition outside the castle were already preparing for admission.

In the center of the stadium surrounded by a large audience, a gold-plated workbench with a circular circle has been placed at this moment. And over the stadium, a huge giant hourglass is gaining momentum.

The so-called alchemy – especially the research direction of material refining, is naturally concerned with the manufacture of various peculiar alchemical products.

Right now, Marx is sitting in the front row of VIP seats, and next to him is Professor McGonagall and Ministry of Magic Scrimgeour. Behind them, Sarah and Fat Noah, who are members of the General Jury, are sitting side by side here.

鈥淢r. Mr. MrLorne, what do you think?鈥?Scrimgeour is still a serious face as usual, but his tone of conversation with Marx is with a little closeness. 鈥淚n this first batch of players, do you have a good candidate? ?”

Marx knows very well that Scrimgeour wants to ask is “Is there a good candidate for you?” He just saved the word “unknown”.

Due to the amount of benefits that can be finally obtained, there are definitely a lot of people in the VIP circle closest to the stadium, and they are trying to find out more potential Alchemist than others.

And those Alchemist who have the strength and the brain, I am afraid, are also trying their best to make their own “future”, because they know very well that their final ranking will be the free choice of future recruiting chips.

“Well, I am not very familiar with alchemy. You listened to it, but don’t take it too seriously…” Marx said casually. “This competition, Africa and Mesopotamia should be a delegation. There will be a lot of eye-catching performances. As for the scattered players… This is the most prominent in the first batch, it should be the man wearing a muggle tuxedo…”

Scrimgeour followed Marx’s gaze and quickly found what Marx said from the players who were still waiting for the game.

It was a handsome middle-aged wizard, and the old-fashioned black tuxedo and lined white shirt were worn on him, and it seemed to be pleasing to the eye.

However, being handsome doesn’t mean strength.

“That man… how did you see it?” Scrimgeour asked curiously.

“Oh, I said it shouldn’t be too serious–” Marx smiled. “I saw him briefly before the game. Where can I see that the strength is not strong? I just think he seems to be quite calm.” You don’t think?”

“Hey,” Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow, a little helpless location nodded, “Yes…”

Marx didn’t care about the troubles of the Ministry of Magic. He thought about it, and suddenly he turned back and pointed out Sarah and Fatty behind him.

“What do you think?”

Reproductive hearing this, suddenly stunned his head.

“Hah? You ask me?” He scratched his scalp with a depressed face and spread out both hands said. “You ask me who I am going to?”

Marx didn’t care about this fatty, even though it was a son of the Hohenheim family, and it seemed to be the only heir. On the alchemy side, I have never seen any signs of strength.

He ordered nodded, and he went to Sarah鈥檚 face again –

Perhaps it is a little bit of apology for repeated refusal to participate in the competition, or perhaps because it has nothing to do with its own interests, anyway, Sarah is not perfunctory. After she looked at the scene, she shook her head slightly.

鈥淲ell,鈥?Sarah whispered. 鈥淧rofessor McLorne, I think you are right.鈥?/p>