I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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"No manners!"

An old and indifferent voice sounded.

Sean tilted his head, then cleared his throat again.

This time he put on the old snake accent.

"Speak to me, Gryffindor—the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

"Irreverent asshole!" A translucent shadow floated out from the center of the stone statue. He was old, wearing a black linen robe that mopped the floor, floating in the air with bare feet, and his pearly white face was sullen.

Sure enough, it is better to find the pain point to fight.

Sean smiled, and he bowed politely: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Slytherin."

Even with the body of a ghost, Slytherin's eyes are still like a falcon. He glanced around Sean with sharp eyes, and his tone was chilling and cold: "When did the students educated by Hogwarts become like this?" It looks, huh, disappointing."

Sean just smiled indifferently: "Mr. Slytherin, I thought you were going to express some opinions on my words, or directly refute me."

Slytherin snorted coldly: "Do I need to explain something to you, a junior? Besides, Gryffindor dares to claim greatness?"

In a hurry, in a hurry, he was in a hurry.

A sly look flashed across Sean's eyes, and he said with some embarrassment: "Sir, the word greatness is often judged by others, and from the perspective of latecomers, Mr. Gryffindor's reputation probably has to be Much better than you."

Salazar Slytherin floated and landed in front of Sean, but this one of the Big Four didn't seem to be quite tall enough, at least he was a bit short in front of Sean who was already 1.8 meters in five years.

He raised his position again, and then looked at Sean with his nostrils: "Greatness is never something mediocre people are qualified to talk about, only time will tell—boy, how did you learn your old tongue?"

"Is it important, sir?" Sean shrugged.

"It's important, it's not important—" As he spoke, Slytherin's eyes became gloomy, and even began to fluctuate with magical power, "It depends on how much you value your own life."

Sean deliberately showed an exaggerated expression: "Could it be that... the great and respected Mr. Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts Slytherin College, just because a lovely student mastered A rare language that he regards as proof of blood, and is he ready to kill for it?"

Slytherin sneered: "Son, you should have entered Ravenclaw College—you have a good mouth and brain, but since you dare to come here, you should have asked about my name, With mixed blood, you are not worthy to sit in this castle and enjoy those precious magical knowledge."

Sean nodded approvingly: "I do know a lot about you, but I want to correct your mistake—I have received an admission letter from Hogwarts, my admission is legal and compliant, and my admission The book of acceptance and the pen of acceptance have also recognized my identity as a Hogwarts student, and the current headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, also thinks that I am a member of Hogwarts—your theories are outdated."

Slytherin's expression became even more gloomy. He raised an illusory wand, with a gemstone inlaid in the hollow bottom of the wand, and the body of the wand was curved, which looked weird.

"I can't get any benefits from being sharp-mouthed. Hogwarts let you in, but didn't teach you how to be a human being-I think I need to clean up the school for the school."

Sean sighed: "Sir, your threat is really weak."

"Boy—" Slytherin laughed out of anger, "Are you provoking me?"

"No, sir—" Sean said with a sincere and innocent expression, "In order to educate more young wizards and prevent compatriots from being persecuted by ignorant ordinary people at that time, you established this magic school—and then, as the founders You, trying to pretend to be a cruel pure-blood advocate? It's not quite your temperament, I tell the truth."

Slytherin finally lowered his head and fixed his piercing eyes on Shawn. After a moment, he snorted coldly and put his wand back into his arms.

"The students of Ravenclaw are as unpleasant as she is."

Sean blinked his eyes: "Let me ask a question out loud, is it because she is the first headmaster of Hogwarts that you have such an opinion on Ms. Ravenclaw?"

"none of your business."

Slytherin's unassuming answer made Sean laugh happily.

"I see—well, sir, don't look at me like that, can't I just stop talking?"

Slytherin then withdrew his staring eyes.

Sean smacked his lips: "Sir, I can answer your previous question—Snake Laoqiang was taught to me by your works, well, it is also partly due to your descendants."

Slytherin frowned: "What are you talking about... Tell me about my genealogy, hmph, I don't know that my descendant went to marry a Muggle, what a stupid guy, shedding precious blood to you on a species."

"Well, sir, don't you understand what I mean?" Sean licked his lips, "There is not much difference between Snakespeak and other languages. In essence, it is a magical language—language, which can be learned. Yes, no blood is needed."

Slytherin's originally indifferent expression suddenly became brilliant, and his voice became vicious.

"Boy, don't think that just because you are a Hogwarts student, you can speak wild words and insult the most noble blood in the world—do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I won't—" Sean corrected the other party's wording mistakes, with a sincere face, "I'm not talking wildly, nor did I deceive you—or, what about the great Salazar Slytherin? Will you be deceived?"

Slytherin's expression was cloudy.

Sean continued: "If you don't believe me, I can teach others. You can take a look at that time, and help me to check and accept the learning results by the way..."

"Shut up!" Slytherin snapped angrily.

Sean spread his hands, as he thought.

As an existence thousands of years ago, in that ignorant and backward era, Slytherin was able to write "Study and Communication of Basilisk Habits".

This is enough to prove that Slytherin is a scholar with great research spirit, although most of the names given to him by later generations are relatively superficial.

Such a person would not notice at all?

Snaketongue is indeed hereditary, but Snaketongue can also be learned, by people not of Slytherin blood.

There was no way Slytherin could not have missed this.

It's just that, as a noble pureblood, he is unwilling and unwilling to believe and admit this.

Sean looked around, found the stone pier on the edge of the central circular square in the secret room and sat down.

"Sir, I'm here to ask for two things."

Slytherin sneered: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know—Sir, selfishness and shrewdness are often a very large part of the impression you leave to future generations." Sean nodded.

Slytherin was not angry, but twirled his beard triumphantly: "This should be the way of the swamp snake."

"It's understandable, but now that Hogwarts is in a critical period, why don't you amplify your selfishness, sir?" Sean said.

"For me, does this do any good?" Slytherin's words were full of deep disdain.

The purpose of Slytherin College is summed up from the founder. To sum it up casually, it is a shrewd egoist who wants Slytherin to pay for no benefits? Stop dreaming.

This applies to me as much as to the academy.

"The good thing—" Sean rubbed his hands, "I can think of a way to expand the chamber of secrets and the passages of the castle, and then I can lead the new students here to point to this stone statue and say, this is our Hogwarts. One of the founders of Tzu, a very great wizard."

There was disgust in Slytherin's tone: "I don't need a whole bunch of worshipers who aren't purebloods."

"Then let me put it another way—I can prove that you won the championship among the four founders?" Sean smiled slyly.

Slytherin's eyes narrowed: "Where did you know all this?"

Sean spread his hands: "The last time you were in the secret room, you should have seen the whole thing—afterwards I judged that you have returned to the real world, so I wanted to call you to appear, but you ignored me, and I tried to find something, There was also no gain."

He propped his body on his back with both hands: "Sir, it doesn't mean that after passing the test, a magic brand will appear, stand on it, release your own magic power in the form of runes, fuse the two magic powers, and then use the fused magic power Wash yourself, and you will gain a quarter of Hogwarts' authority—your method of hiding things is as clever as ever, I didn't find that brand, and I didn't even see the test."

Slytherin's eyes sank: "You entered my laboratory."

Sean nodded: "Do you still remember what I said before, when I was learning Snakespeak, one of your descendants also provided some help."

"That's impossible," said Slytherin, though his tone was less decisive.

After all, thousands of years have passed, and he doesn't know if his descendants can still remember the glory that originated from the depths of his blood.

"Sir, your statement is correct. Your descendants do still maintain the so-called [glory], although in my opinion it is not worth mentioning-don't get angry, sir." Sean's throat was pierced by an illusory His wand was pointed.

He stretched out his hands and made a French salute, and said leisurely: "It seems that Professor Dumbledore didn't tell you too much? Let's put it this way, the Slytherin family has basically been annihilated in the long river of history." Among them, there are probably not many pure bloodlines left, and the only bloodline I know about you is still an incompetent psychopath."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that most of your descendants are mentally deficient. I think you can understand—Sir, really, stop pointing at me. I'm afraid. I'm just a child..."

"Well, let me make a long story short, I don't know if you have some understanding of the disadvantages of intermarriage within the family - the consequence is that most of the Gaunt family, that is, your descendants are paranoid and neurotic, and one of the more sober ones left By the way, she is the founder of Inflation Money, a famous magic school in the United States."

"I don't know what the Gunter family has done. Well, they are not famous. After all, you are the most famous and greatest person in this family—they seem to be obsessed with finding the treasure you left in Hogwarts, but I didn't use what you left behind to make a name for myself."

"The descendant I mentioned is named Gormley Gaunt. I don't know if you have any impression of her—after all, as a ghost, she said that she was summoned to Hogwarts by you."

"However, this Gormlaith Gaunt's performance is disappointing-she tried to release the basilisk to cleanse the whole of Hogwarts, so that those who are not qualified to die a painful death-she believes that she is implementing the ideas of her ancestors .”

When Sean said this, Slytherin, who had always had a gloomy face, was visibly shocked. Immediately, his wand slowly dropped, and he asked in an emotionless tone, "What's the result?"

"The results are gratifying. There are only two victims, and both of them were petrified. They have been rescued—" Sean showed a sunny smile. For a period of time in the farm, the basilisk did not dare to show up, and was finally killed by Professor Dumbledore."

Slytherin's expression was uncertain, and finally he shook his head: "Idiot..."

Sean comforted: "The idiot is almost dead, isn't he..."

Slytherin gave him a sharp look.

"You reappeared, I know it has something to do with the returnees—well, you probably don't know much from the look on your face, and you can't tell me? Ha, then I don't need to talk about this, um, back to the previous topic, I’m here to ask for your help—sir, I entered your laboratory, saw your memory, learned the old tongue, in a sense ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I should also be called An heir of Slytherin?" Sean asked with a smile.

"My heirs can only be noble purebloods, hum."

"I'm going to miss you by saying that, after all, I also have a basilisk—"

Sean snapped his fingers, and his ring quickly expanded to form a huge entrance, and then, a huge snake swam out.

"Sean, is there anything I can do?" the basilisk in funny glasses hissed.

"Basilisk, how did you get a basilisk?"

The basilisk turned around abruptly, and it saw a phantom figure, the old man's face was full of shock.

"Master?" the basilisk hissed in confusion and surprise.

Slytherin also used the old snake accent: "Master? I remember every snake I've ever raised, are you...communicating with me?!"

He was completely shocked at this moment. Slytherin, who had raised many basilisks, knew very well that although this terrifying creature was extremely powerful, its intelligence was not high, but the one in front of him obviously had high intelligence that could communicate with people!