I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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In the huge secret room, the basilisk that should have been there all along has died, replaced by an even weirder big guy.

Facing this basilisk wearing huge glasses and obviously possessing extraordinary intelligence, Slytherin, who had always been indifferent, finally put on a shocked expression.

Especially when the basilisk still called him its master.

"Master? Who are you? Susie? No, Susie's color is much lighter than yours...Victoria? Not right, that child is deformed and her growth rate is abnormal. Although she was released into the forest, according to her condition , I shouldn’t be able to live in this era… Roja? No, no, Roja is about the same size as you, but he usually only knows how to eat, and basically doesn’t have the wisdom to talk to me..."

Sean was sweating profusely listening to it, how many basilisks did Slytherin raise, and he even gave each one a name...

The basilisk wearing glasses tilted its head humanly: "I don't have a name, master, you didn't name me, and neither did Sean—master, I've grown up, don't you know me?"

"Grown up?" Slytherin floated and looked at the basilisk, then held his chin in doubt, "Impossible, there were no baby basilisks around me when I died, and all the adult basilisks were either dead or I put it back in the jungle, leaving only a guard room, but that silly boy died in the hands of Dumbledore some time ago..."

Sean said that he has a big mouthful to spit out-it takes a lot of heart to release the basilisk into the jungle...

The basilisk hissed with doubts: "Master, you don't remember me? You asked me to guard your secret room and guard against the Parsel Whisperer."

Slytherin's child's hole shrank violently: "Impossible—"

Sean stood up: "Let me explain it to you, sir."

"The chamber this guy guards is your lab, and it's that unhatched egg you left in the lab—you thought the egg was dead, but it hatched."

Slytherin showed a look of shock: "The egg left by the natural reproduction of the basilisk?"

Sean nodded: "I read your research report, it's that one."

"But what about the Parselwhisperer?" Slytherin asked.

"I don't know about this. According to my conversation with the Basilisk, after you left that laboratory, you came back after a while, let the Basilisk attack the Basilisk who entered the laboratory, and taught the Basilisk , Uh, the method of hiding corpses—frankly speaking, I did not understand this point. Although I have learned the old tongue, I am an exception. Logically speaking, only your descendants can enter your laboratory... But according to my findings In this case, the inheritance you left to your descendants has become a deadly trap."

After listening to Sean's words, Slytherin lowered his eyebrows and fell silent.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Sean, with a strange sense of chill in his tone.

"Boy, you didn't lie to me?"

"Of course not, you can prove it through the basilisk." Sean said frankly.

Slytherin didn't believe Sean because of his sincere expression, and turned his head to communicate with the basilisk in the old tongue, but he got a similar answer from the basilisk.

The ghost of one of the four giants rarely closed those shrewd and wealthy eyes.

After a while, Slytherin's eyes slowly opened: "I... died after I left the laboratory."

Sean's hole shook violently, and Slytherin died after leaving the laboratory? ! So, who was that guy back in the lab?

That was no ghost of Slytherin!

Slytherin said slowly: "At that time, I left Hogwarts with a legacy that would win power for my descendants—hmph, Godric was still trying to keep me, but I made up my mind to go. "

"On the one hand, I'm dissatisfied with the status quo of Hogwarts. There are too many people I shouldn't trust—" When he said this, he glanced at Sean coldly, "On the other hand, I feel my own limitations. , I was born in the swamp, and I should also be buried under the mud."

"And I was awakened three years ago. Before that, I should have died."

Sean's hair stood on end all of a sudden. Slytherin was obviously not the kind of person who would take the initiative to become a ghost. He was indeed awakened by the returner with a special method—but, the "Slytherin" who returned to the laboratory again Who is Tring?

He still clearly remembered the victim's diary he found in the laboratory. The owner of the diary, Alys Lockhart, was born in 1583 and graduated from Ravenclaw College.

No matter when the other party entered the Slytherin laboratory, it was within a hundred years after 1583. In other words, the "Slytherin" who returned to the laboratory was at least three hundred years ago. There it is!

However, the returnees have only started to be active in recent decades, and the prophecy about their own annihilation is less than a hundred years old—who is the "Slytherin" that was older?

In front of him, the real Slytherin obviously knew this too, and his expression became stern.

"The person pretending to be me, what else did he say?"

Sean didn't hide it: "In addition to those who ordered the basilisk to attack the basilisk whisperer, he also warned the basilisk not to throw the corpse into the lake, because the creatures at the bottom of the lake will inform."

Slytherin frowned with his hands behind his back: "The creatures at the bottom of the black lake will tell... Could it be Godric, it's impossible, he can't find my laboratory..."

Sean tried to ask, "Sir, don't you know who that is?"

"Hmph—" Slytherin flicked his sleeves, "In Hogwarts, only Gryffindor knows the secret of the Black Lake. I don't know what the so-called creatures at the bottom of the Black Lake are, but they can make such As a reminder, there is a high probability that it has something to do with Gryffindor."

"At the bottom of the black lake..." Sean frowned. He thought of the terrifying creature he had met once, and the strange skull brought by the basilisk.

Thinking about it, he took out the skull, and at the same time told Slytherin about the creature he had seen at the bottom of the black lake.

Slytherin looked at the skull, and he narrowed his eyes: "It can actually relieve the power of the basilisk's gaze... and I have never heard of the creature you described, hey, you have come to me, you Haven't you discovered where the Gryffindor guy's authority is hiding? There must be his manuscript in it, this guy likes to mingle with the creatures of the Black Lake Forbidden Forest."

Sean spread his hands: "I have only found the location of Ravenclaw's authority so far. Well, I have also found the location of your authority, but the Lord refuses to give it to me—"

Slytherin looked him up and down, then at the basilisk next to him.

Although the basilisk kept calling for its master, it was entrenched around Sean. Being familiar with this creature, he naturally knew that this was the basilisk's guarding posture, and the target of the guard was obviously not himself, who had died long ago. A long ghost.

Thinking of this, Slytherin calculated silently, then put his hands behind his back and looked at Sean: "Boy, what is the name of the founder of Infalmorny's school?"

"Mrs. Insol, her aunt is Gormley Gaunt, both of them are your direct descendants." Although he didn't know what Slytherin was going to say, Sean still told the truth.

"Does Yin Suoer have any descendants?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that, but based on my memory, it should be no, because Inlfemoni's founding history mentions that they have two adopted sons, and they don't seem to have any biological children."

Slytherin's expression became a little ugly, and then he asked, "What's the name of that guy you mentioned earlier?"

Sean reacted quickly under the reminder of Felicity Potion: "Tom Riddle, nicknamed Voldemort, um, is a village-level terrorist, very low-grade, and he should be dying now, oh, yes, he Made several Horcruxes."

"Several Horcruxes?" Slytherin's expression suddenly turned unhappy, "Idiot..."

Sure enough, in the eyes of truly powerful and wise wizards, Horcruxes are stupid existences...

Slytherin pondered for a while before asking: "Does Peverell still have the prestige of Peverell in the current wizarding world?"

Sean was startled: "The three Deathly Hallows brothers?"

Slytherin nodded: "Cadmus Peverell, the second of the three brothers, is my maternal grandfather."

Sean: "..."

ha?

What kind of breaking news did you hear? !

The three Deathly Hallows brothers actually have such a relationship with Slytherin? ! There is even a blood connection? !

Cadmus Peverell is indeed the owner of the Resurrection Stone, and the Resurrection Stone has indeed been in the hands of the Gaunts all along... Is this really an inherited treasure? !

Slytherin seemed to have guessed what Sean was thinking, and he snorted coldly: "I have also explored the mystery of the resurrection stone, but it can only attract dead souls, which is useless. If the Gunters have cut off their blood, the resurrection The stone should be in the hands of the Tom Riddle you mentioned, right?"

It's not sure...

Sean scratched his head. Among the three holy artifacts, the Elder Wand is currently controlled by Dumbledore, and the Invisibility Cloak is provided to Grindelwald to count the ants, but there is no news about the Resurrection Stone. Looking at Voldemort's situation, it seems that it is not in his hands. hands.

However, Slytherin obviously didn't care about the Resurrection Stone, he seemed to think that it was useless.

"Boy, answer my question."

"Well, the Peverell family has disappeared, but there should be blood left..."

If the rumors are correct, the third of the three Peverell brothers should be the ancestor of the Potter family.

Slytherin raised his eyebrows: "Boy, you know a lot, the blood of the Peverell family, you know who it is, right?"

Um, should I say...

Under the reminder of Felicity Potion, Sean nodded: "Indeed, I know the family of that bloodline."

"Very well, I don't need the name of that family, tell me, how old is the youngest female member of that family?"

Daisy...

"Ahem, almost the same as me."

Slytherin finally nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."

"What's so good about it?" Sean asked knowingly.

From the look of Slytherin, it seems that he wants to leave his inheritance to the youngest member of the Potter family... However, if Daisy can grasp it, it would be good, anyway, it is her own.

Slytherin looked Sean up and down again, then waved his hand, and said in a commanding tone: "You, go and marry a female member of that family, and then I will hand over my part of authority to you. As for you I can also consider other help requested."

Sean didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

"Don't be surprised, your performance is too immature." Slytherin became dissatisfied.

Sean turned his mind a few times before he realized—Slytherin is going to be a relative with him? !

No, it's a bit too impolite to ask about relatives, but the other party's meaning is obvious. Sean went to marry Daisy, and they have a family connection—I can probably be regarded as a few hundredths of Slytherin. a descendant?

The brain circuit of this old snake... Sean was amazed.

"What? You don't want to?" Slytherin frowned.

"Um, but now is the era of free love, sir." Sean replied with a sneer.

"Hmph, ignorance!" Slytherin turned to teach Sean, "My mother's blood runs through that family, and it is your honor to be married to you! Besides, big things don't care about small things, marriage is just a matter of marriage. I decide, you can marry another woman, of course, the main wife must be my mother's blood."

Where is this going? You can figure it out for me...

Just as Sean was about to refuse, Slytherin threatened again: "Boy, don't be ashamed, this is my biggest concession, hmph, the person who can hold the complete authority of Hogwarts must be my Slytherin! "

"No, sir..."

Slytherin didn't intend to listen to Sean at all, he stroked his beard proudly: "Royana was smart all her life, but her daughter was not smart, betrayed her mother, and died at the hands of her fiancé, An idiot, he didn't even leave his blood. Godric, huh, a reckless man, he only knows how to fight, either to find someone to duel, or to accompany those magical animals every day. Before I died, he didn't even hold a woman's hand But, an idiot. As for Helga, she does have descendants, but they all have the same temperament as hers, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is not worth mentioning!"

"In the end, the winner is still me!"

Sean: "..."

I dare you to count everything...

Slytherin glanced at him: "Boy, give me your answer."

Forehead…

The Felix Elixir was still working after all.

Following the guidance of the good luck potion, Sean nodded: "Then I promise you."

Anyway, I didn't say that I can't go back on my word... cheating on a thousand-year-old man, okay?

Sean felt fine.

However, Slytherin is obviously not so easy to deal with.

His illusory wand was raised: "To avoid trouble, make an unbreakable oath."

Sean froze in place immediately.

Why doesn't this thousand-year-old snake play his cards according to the routine...