Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

Even if this green shadow somehow got stuck in the rock wall, even if Ensi looked over here, he could basically only see half of his face, but the strange magic mixed in that voice made Ensi fundamentally He has no time to care.

He didn't even notice it, the scene where half of a face appeared on the wall before him was actually inexplicably ridiculous, as if it had been built into the wall with bricks.

"Although the token you hold awakens the image left by me, it is impossible for me to admit your strength. Turn around and leave! Stupid successor..."

When the last sentence gradually settled, the power that seemed to bind Ensi's heart also quietly faded.He looked at the fading pale green face on the wall, but his mind that slowly became clear was more muddy.

"...What does this mean?" Ensi blinked his eyes in wonder, then looked around, "Even if I don't go back, where can I go?"

It was already in the end, and the secret room was full of large and small rocks, which had long been destroyed by people.But after he looked around for a week, he found nothing.

"Oh..." He shook his head, and said to himself, "Maybe there was something before, but now there is nothing that should be gone. What else is the'bassilisk'? Power and gold? It is estimated that which has long been taken away. The guy who was lucky enough to be taken away..."

Ensi muttered to himself, turning around and walking back-I think I was blinded by this effort!Don't translate any ancient texts if you know it. Isn't it good to save time to practice the spell?

However, he didn't notice that since he turned around and took the first step away, the green-shaded face on the wall that had almost disappeared suddenly became solid again.

Yes, every time he took a step, the green shadows that had turned into faint green light particles scattered very closely followed.And as Ensi walked to the center of the secret room step by step, that strange and inexplicable power suddenly entangled his heart!

Ensi's feet trembled suddenly and froze in place like a stone sculpture.

"If you are a stupid person who inherits from Godric, he will definitely choose to move on after hearing what I have just said; only my successors who are both shrewd and wise can consider the hidden risks of going forward recklessly... …"

The hiss of the snake-like voice echoed again.

"However, I never deny the necessity of courage. Appropriate persistence will give the wizard the opportunity to get up again after a fall in the journey of magic. The ups and downs of the future are inevitable, and the courage to choose also supports me to wait for the wizard to step forward. To the foundation of glory."

Having said this, the Slytherin phantom in the wall paused for a while, and then whispered in his hoarse vibes:

"The successor... now, look back!"

In Salazar Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Ensi turned around stiffly with his hands and feet, and he could even hear the creaking in his uncooperative joints.

"Then, show me your perseverance that has been recognized by Helga, and walk in front of me again."

By now, even Ensi, who doesn’t know much about all kinds of magic theories, understands to some extent. The power that makes him feel like rust in his body and mind seems to originate from Salazar Slytherin’s words. .

It's just that he doesn't know that that kind of power actually comes from "language", and only those who understand the Snake-Lao accent will deeply feel this strange and terrifying soul bondage.

"Hiss--hahhhh--"

The voice continued, but this time it became some kind of meaningless snake-like syllable, but there was a little more wonderful rhythm in it.

The burden is getting heavier.

"It looks like... I can't do it if I don't agree..."

Ens grunted hard, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward.But this was just a step, and it made him feel an extremely powerful pain-it was not a heart-piercing pain, but an unspeakable burden, which made him afraid that he would never forget this tonight in his lifetime. "No disaster".

If the current Maca were here, he might be able to realize that Salazar's understanding and application of the rules of the soul had definitely reached a very high level.

Ensi was still moving forward, with a long pause for each step.As Shicai Slytherin said, now he can barely support it with his innate perseverance.

Maybe... Maybe you can end it all by falling down, and Ens vaguely understands this.But at this time, which man would choose to retreat in a humble manner?At least he would never admit that he had a cowardly part.

Think about it just now, how easy was the pace when you left?But now, he has experienced it personally, and it turns out that sometimes walking a few steps can become a kind of torture that seems to be indefinitely.

The stagnant muscles and every joint of the body seemed to be unwilling to do so. Only full concentration can drag his legs, but he has to be distracted to control the balance of the body.

How many steps are there?How far is it?

His sight gradually became blurred, the wand and broom in his hand had already fallen on the ground behind him, and darkness was constantly rushing into his vision, as if to swallow all his consciousness.

Maybe half an hour...or a few hours?Of course, in fact, it is also possible that only a few minutes have passed... Ensi is not quite clear, he only knows that a voice suddenly came into his mind in a trance.

"...Into the secret room behind me! Successors...you will understand where the next destination is...take my basilisk and it will give you proper help...bury the dead, Then accept the gift I gave you."

"When you return triumphantly from there, take my things to Rowena's Tower! Once there, waiting for you will be the last chance to give up."

"Remember, stick to your heart, don't get lost in strength..."

The voice gradually fell, and the hiss was drawn from Ensi's mind.Immediately afterwards, he finally couldn't resist the dual exhaustion of body and mind, fell to the ground and his eyes became dark, and he fainted.

...

Almost at the same time Enns fainted, the first batch of contestants were already in their respective positions in the International Alchemy Competition outside the castle.

In the center of the arena surrounded by a large number of spectators, a circle of alchemy workbenches arranged in a circle were already installed at this moment.In the sky above the arena, a surprisingly huge giant hourglass is gaining momentum.

The so-called alchemy—especially the research direction of material refining, pays attention to the manufacture of various peculiar alchemy products.

Right now, Maca was sitting in the front row of VIP seats, and next to him were Professor McGonagall and Minister of Magic Mr. Scrimgeour.Behind them, Sarah and Fat Noah, who are family members of the chief judge, are sitting side by side here.

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?" Scrimgeour still had a serious face as usual, but he spoke with Maca with a rare touch of closeness. "Among the first batch of players, you Are you promising candidates?"

Maca knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was "Are there any celebrities you are optimistic about?" He just omitted the word "unknown".

As it is related to the amount of benefits that can be obtained in the end, there are definitely many people in the VIP seats closest to the arena who are always paying attention, trying to dig out potential individual alchemists ahead of others.

And those who have the strength and brains, I am afraid that they are also working hard for their "future", because they know very well-the final ranking they will win will be freely selected and recruited in the future. Bargaining chips.

"Well, in fact, I am not very familiar with alchemy. Just listen to it, don't take it too seriously..." Maca casually said, "In this competition, representatives of Africa and Mesopotamia The team should have a lot of eye-catching performance. As for the casual players... the one who stands out in the first batch should be the man wearing a Muggle tuxedo..."

Scrimgeour followed Maca's sight and quickly found what Maca said from the players who were still waiting for the game to start.

It was a middle-aged wizard with a pretty handsome appearance. The old-fashioned black tuxedo and white shirt with lining on him looked very pleasing to the eye.

However, being handsome does not mean being strong.

"That person... how did you see it?" Scrimgeour asked curiously.

"Oh, I said, don't take it too seriously -" Maca smiled. "I also met him briefly before the game. How can I tell that he is not strong... I just think he seems pretty good. Take it easy, don't you think?"

"Uh," Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and nodded a little helplessly, "Is it..."

Maca didn't care about the distress of the Minister of Magic, he thought about it, and suddenly he turned his head and gestured to Sarah and the fat man behind him.

"What do you two think?"

Hearing this, the fat man tilted his head.

"Huh? You ask me?" He scratched his scalp with a gloomy expression, spreading his hands, "You ask me who should I ask?"

Maca didn't care about the fat man's unreliability, although he was also the heir of the Hornheim family, and seemed to be the only heir.But in terms of alchemy, I have never seen any signs of strength.

He nodded, then looked at Sarah's face again—

Perhaps it was a little bit of apology for repeatedly refusing to participate in the competition, or perhaps because it had nothing to do with her own interests, anyway, Sarah did not just let it go.She shook her head slightly after taking a few glances in the court.

"Well," Sarah whispered, "Professor McLean, I think you are right."

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