Sean tilted his head, then cleared his throat again.
This time he switched to Parseltongue.
"Speak to me, Gryffindor - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
"Rude idiot!" A translucent shadow floated out from the center of the stone statue. He was very old, wearing a floor-length black linen robe, his bare feet floating in the air, and his pearly white face was somewhat sulky.
Sure enough, it is better to attack the pain points.
Sean smiled and bowed politely: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Slytherin."
Even in the body of a ghost, Slytherin's eyes were still like falcons. He glanced around Sean with sharp eyes, and his tone was solemn and cold: "When did the students educated by Hogwarts become like this?
It’s, hum, disappointing.”
Sean just smiled carelessly: "Mr. Slytherin, I thought you wanted to express some opinions on my words, or directly refute me."
Slytherin snorted coldly: "Do I need to explain anything to a junior like you? Moreover, Gryffindor dares to claim greatness?"
He's anxious, he's anxious, he's anxious.
A cunning look flashed across Sean's eyes, and he said with some embarrassment: "Sir, the word greatness is often judged by others. Currently, from the perspective of latecomers, Mr. Gryffindor's reputation is probably
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 very tall. At least he was a bit short in front of Sean, who was already 1.8 meters tall in five years.
He raised his position a little more, and then looked at Sean through his nostrils: "Greatness is never something mediocre people are qualified to talk about. Only time can prove everything - boy, how did you learn your Parseltongue?"
"Is it important, sir?" Sean shrugged.
"Is it important or not?" As he spoke, Slytherin's eyes became gloomy, and his magic power even began to fluctuate. "It depends on how much you value your life."
Sean deliberately showed an exaggerated expression: "Could it be that...the great and respected Mr. Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts Slytherin House, mastered a certain skill just because of a lovely student?"
Are you prepared to kill someone for a rare language that he regards as proof of bloodline?"
Slytherin sneered: "Child, I think you should have entered Ravenclaw House - your mouth and brain are very good, but since you dare to come here, you should ask about my name.
With your mixed bloodline, you are not worthy of sitting in this castle and enjoying those precious magical knowledge."
Sean nodded with deep understanding: "I do know a lot about you, but I want to correct your mistake - I received the admission notice from Hogwarts, and my admission is legal and accurate.
The Book of Entrance and the Pen of Acceptance have also recognized my identity as a Hogwarts student, and the current principal, Professor Dumbledore, also feels that I am a member of Hogwarts - those theories of yours are outdated."
Slytherin's expression became even more gloomy. He raised an illusory wand. The bottom of the wand was hollowed out and inlaid with a gem. The wand's body was curved and looked strange.
"I can't get any benefits from being sharp-tongued. Hogwarts admitted you, but it didn't teach you how to behave - I think I need to clean up the school."
Sean sighed: "Sir, your threat is really weak."
"Boy -" Slytherin smiled instead of getting angry, "Are you provoking me?"
"No, sir -" Sean's expression was sincere and innocent, "In order to allow more young wizards to receive education, in order to prevent our compatriots from being persecuted by ignorant ordinary people at that time, you established this magic school - and then, as
You, the founder, want to pretend to be a cruel pure-blood advocate? It doesn’t suit your temperament, I’ll be honest.”
Slytherin finally lowered his head and stared at Sean with his sharp eyes. After a moment, he snorted coldly and took the wand back into his arms.
"Ravenclaw students are as unpleasant as she is."
Sean blinked: "Let me ask, is it because you have such a problem with Ms. Ravenclaw because she is the first principal of Hogwarts?"
"none of your business."
Slytherin's lackluster answer made Sean laugh happily.
"I understand - okay, sir, don't look at me like that, why don't I stop talking?"
Only then did Slytherin retract his eyes that were choosing to devour others.
Sean smacked his lips: "Sir, I can answer your previous question - Parseltongue was taught to me by your works, well, it is also partly the work of your descendants."
Slytherin frowned: "What are you talking about... tell me my genealogy, huh, I didn't know that my descendant married a Muggle. What a stupid guy. He lost his precious blood to you."
Plant it on people."
"Well, sir, don't you understand what I mean?" Sean licked his lips, "Parseltongue is not much different from other languages. In essence, it is a magical language - language can be
Those who learn don’t need blood.”
Slytherin's originally indifferent expression suddenly became exciting, and his voice became vicious.
"Boy, don't think that just because you are a student at Hogwarts, you can speak arrogantly and insult the most noble bloodline in the world - do you really think that 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 error, with a sincere face, "I'm not speaking arrogantly, nor did I deceive you--or in other words, the great Salazar Slytherin
How could you be deceived?"
Slytherin's expression was uncertain.
Sean continued: "If you don't believe it, I can teach some others. Then you can take a look and help me check the learning results..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Shut up!" Slytherin suddenly shouted angrily.
Sean spread his hands, thinking the same thing as himself.
As a person who existed thousands of years ago, in that ignorant and backward era, Slytherin was able to write "Research and Communication on the Habits of Basilisks".
This is enough to prove that Slytherin was a scholar with great research spirit, although most of the names given to him in later generations were superficial.
How could such a person not notice at all?
It is true that Parseltongue can be inherited, but Parseltongue can also be learned, by people other than those of Slytherin blood.
There's no way Slytherin wouldn't have noticed this.
It's just that, as a noble pure-blood, he is unwilling or unwilling to believe and admit this.
Sean looked around, found a stone pier on the edge of the circular square in the center of the secret room, and sat down.
"Sir, I came here to ask for two things."
Slytherin sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know—Sir, selfishness and shrewdness often play a very large part in the impression you leave on future generations." Sean nodded.
Slytherin was not angry, but instead twirled his beard proudly: "This is what the Swamp Snake should be like."
"It's understandable, but now Hogwarts is in a critical period, sir, why don't you expand your selfishness a little bit?" Sean said.
"Does this do any good to me?" Slytherin's words were full of disdain.
The purpose of Slytherin House is summed up from this founder. To sum it up casually, he is a shrewd egoist. Wanting Slytherin to pay if there is no benefit? Stop dreaming.
This applies to both the individual and the college.
"The good thing -" Sean rubbed his hands, "I can think of ways to expand the secret room and the passage of the castle, and then I can lead the freshmen here and point to this stone statue and say, this is our Hogg
One of the founders of Watts, a very great wizard."
There was disgust in Slytherin's tone: "I don't need a large group of non-pure bloods to worship me."
"Then let's put it another way - can I prove that you won the championship among the four founders?" Sean smiled slyly.
Slytherin's eyes narrowed: "Where did you learn all this?"
Sean spread his hands: "You should have seen the whole process the last time we were in the secret room. Afterwards, I judged that you had returned to the real world, so I wanted to call you to appear, but you ignored me, and I tried to find something.
, and there is no gain either.”
He supported his body with his hands: "Sir, it doesn't mean that after passing the test, a magic mark will appear. Stand on it, release your own magic in the form of runes, fuse the two magic powers, and then use the fused magic power to
If you cleanse yourself, you will gain a quarter of the power of Hogwarts - your method of hiding things is as good as ever, I didn't find the brand, and I didn't even see the test."
Slytherin's eyes darkened: "You entered my laboratory."
Sean nodded: "Do you remember what I said before? When I learned Parseltongue, one of your descendants also provided some help."
"That's impossible," Slytherin said, but his tone was less decisive.
After all, after a thousand years, he didn't know if his descendants could still remember the glory that originated from the depths of his bloodline.
"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 yet, sir." Sean's throat was choked by a stick.
The illusory magic wand pointed at me.
He stretched out his hands to make a French military 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 wiped out in the long river of history. Pure
You probably don’t have much of your bloodline left, and the only bloodline I know about you so far is that of a lunatic who is not very good at it.”
"Oh, I forgot to mention that most of your descendants have some mental defects. I think you can understand - Sir, really, stop pointing at me, I'm afraid, I'm still just a child...
…”
"Okay, let me make a long story short. I don't know if you had some understanding of the disadvantages of intermarriage within the family at that time - the consequence is that the Gaunt family, that is, most of your descendants are paranoid and neurotic, and one of them is more sober.
She broke away from the family, and by the way, she is the founder of Ilvermorny, the famous magic school in America."
"I'm not sure what the Gaunt family has done. Well, it's not famous. After all, you are the most famous and greatest person in this family - they seem to have been obsessed with finding the treasures you left at Hogwarts.
But I haven’t made a name for myself with what you left behind.”
"The descendant I mentioned is named Gormlaith 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, the performance of Gormlaith Gaunt was disappointing - she tried to release the basilisk to cleanse the entire Hogwarts and let those who were not qualified die in pain - she believed that she was carrying out the instructions of her ancestors.
concept.”
When Sean said this, Slytherin, who had always looked gloomy, was obviously shocked. Then, he slowly lowered his wand and asked in an emotionless tone: "What's the result?"
"The results are gratifying. There are only two victims, and both of them were petrified and have been rescued." Sean showed a sunny smile, "I know that the natural enemy of the basilisk is a rooster, so I opened it at Hogwarts."
After living in the breeding farm for a while, 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: "Idiots are almost dead, aren't they..."
Slytherin gave him a hard look.
"You reappeared, and I know that you have something to do with the returnees - well, judging from your expression, you probably don't know much, and you can't reveal it to me? Ha, then I can stop talking about this, um, let's go back to the previous topic
, I'm here to seek your help - Sir, I entered your laboratory, saw your memories, and learned Parseltongue. In a sense, I should also be called a Slytherin.
The heir?" Sean asked with a smile.
"My heir can only be a noble pure blood, huh."
"To say that would be to offend you. After all, I also have a basilisk——"
Sean snapped his fingers, and his ring quickly expanded to create a huge entrance and exit, and then, a huge snake swam out.
"Sean, is there anything you need me to do?" the basilisk wearing funny glasses hissed.
"Basilisk, how did you get a basilisk?"
The basilisk turned around suddenly and saw an illusory figure. The old man's face was full of shock.
"Master?" The basilisk hissed in confusion and surprise.
Slytherin also used Parseltongue: "Master? I remember every snake I have ever raised, you...are you communicating with me?!"
He was completely shocked. Slytherin, who had raised many basilisks, knew very well that although this kind of terrifying creature was extremely powerful, it was not very intelligent, but the one in front of him obviously had high intelligence that could communicate with people!