Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

Parchment notebooks if circulated.

I'm afraid the entire wizarding world will shake it.

Who would have thought.

At the beginning, the Big Four would actually stay behind.

Control of Hogwarts!

As a principal.

Dumbledore knew better than anyone how many secrets Hogwarts hidden.

Take the ghosts that can be seen everywhere.

It's not that these ghosts can't leave Hogwarts.

They just can't be out and about for long.

But if it is used to spy on intelligence.

These ghosts are the best tools.

The same goes for portraits.

In the first wizarding war that has passed, Dumbledore used ghosts to spy on intelligence.

The result was a large number of Death Eater casualties, and Voldemort eventually failed.

Dumbledore rubbed the handwriting on the first page.

Then gently turn the pages.

The next page records the powers that Slytherin has.

[Salazar Slytherin personally made his own wand and connected it to the entire Slytherin house. 】

[The wand is the pass, and the parseltongue is the key, and the combination of the two can rule Slytherin House.] 】

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

Judging by the current situation.

Eric had gained control of Slytherin House.

No wonder the ghosts of Slytherin House always say innocuous little things when they report on weekdays.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and pressed one hand to his eyebrow.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

Since the other party will go to the Ifamouni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to snatch the Slytherin wand.

It makes no sense not to know the secret hidden in the wand.

"The Slytherins? Sure enough, it was an existence that was even more troublesome than Voldemort. "

At least Voldemort didn't know what the Slytherin relic did.

Dumbledore put his glasses back on.

Keep flipping through the worn-out notebook.

Until he saw a torn page.

Dumbledore stared at the page.

After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and walked downstairs.

The bookshelves in the office were full of books.

From left to right, Dumbledore carefully searched one by one.

Until a book with a completely black cover appeared in sight.

"Secrets of Cutting-edge Black Magic"

Seeing the title, Dumbledore nodded slightly, and then returned to the second-floor bedroom.

The notebook was still spread out on the desk.

Dumbledore picked up the torn page.

He opened the "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" in his hand.

When he turned to the content about Horcrux making, his hand suddenly stopped.

With the torn page spliced back.

The content of the book is complete again.

It turned out that the page recorded the method of destroying the Horcruxes and the side effects of using them.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to put "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" in the dark compartment of his bookshelf.

Wait until the notebook and Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Magic are all ready.

Dumbledore opened the top floor of the shelf again.

Inside the partition on the top floor are two photographs.

One is a brown-haired, richer witch.

It looks like he should be in his fifties.

At the bottom of the photo is also written her name "Hepziba Smith~Si"

Next to Smith's photo is a very spiritual picture of a witch.

The smile on the other person's face gives a very sunny feeling.

Equally.

His name "Golber Aleman" is also written underneath the witch's photo

Dumbledore stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Sorry, it's all for Hogwarts."

Finish the sentence.

Dumbledore closed the glass door of the bookshelf.

Lived at Hogwarts for over a hundred years.

Dumbledore had long considered this place his home.

The students are his family.

So he absolutely does not allow the return of the so-called descendants of the Big Four.

Especially learning about the removal of Ravenclaw's descendants.

The descendants of the other three giants all live in the same era.

The idea becomes even stronger.

......

Dumbledore walked to the window.

Looking at the night outside, his eyes gradually became confused.

It was as if he had traveled back more than 50 years.

At that time, Voldemort had not yet enrolled.

He also did not become a principal.

The wizarding world is still under the shadow of Grindelwald's terrorism.

On that day, Hepzibasmith suddenly came to Hogwarts.

"Albus, look what I found!"

An old classmate who had graduated happily placed a worn-out notebook on his desk.

Dumbledore, who was preparing for the lesson, looked a little unhappy.

But quickly attracted by the content in the notebook.

The notebooks are all ancient texts that were only used thousands of years ago.

Dumbledore is more difficult to crack.

For Hepziba, who never studied these.

This notebook is no different from the Book of Heaven.

"Where did you find this?"

"In my old house!" Hepziba showed off.

Dumbledore just smiled after hearing this.

Hepzibasmith is a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff of the four founders.

When he was in school, Hepziba always showed off Helga's gold cup and Slytherin's locket.

Although curious as to why the Slytherin locket ended up in the hands of the descendants of Hufflepuff.

But Dumbledore didn't study the matter too much.

After all, in his opinion.

Whether it is a gold cup or a locket, it is just a relic of the Big Four.

"Put the notebook here first, and I'll give it to you when I translate it."

Hepziba agreed without hesitation.

Seeing the old classmate's big grin, Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Hepziba really trusts himself!

Sending off his old classmates, Dumbledore had no intention of preparing for class. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

I simply began to study the contents of the notebook.

As the first page of content is gradually translated into modern text.

Dumbledore's expression also became more and more solemn.

The owl call awakened Dumbledore, who was immersed in memories.

He sighed faintly.

Even if he later learned the contents of the notebook, he did nothing.

Until Tom Riddle that kid went to school.

Until Golber Aleman, a descendant of Gryffindor, came to the door.

The descendants of the three founders appeared in contemporaries.

It seems that everything is moving closer to the prophecy in the notebook.

Alas!

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze.

It's all gone.

Hepziba died, and so did Golber.

There will be no more descendants of the Big Four in this era.

No, it should be said that there will be no descendants of the Big Four in the future.

Dumbledore's eyes glowed.

Thoughts turned to Alex Lytherin.

He admitted.

Eric is more mature, shrewd, and stronger than he thought.

Even if it was Voldemort.

At his age, there are many inferiors.

But so what?

It's just a matter of doing what I've done in the past all over again.

Dumbledore reached out to extinguish the flame in the oil lamp.

Close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

......

The sky soon glowed white.

As the sky gets brighter.

The silent Hogwarts came alive again.

This morning's lesson was Herbology.

Another lesson in Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Alec eats breakfast.

With the little snakes, they went to greenhouse No. 1 behind the castle.

Hogwarts has a total of seven greenhouses.

The larger the number.

The more dangerous the herbal plants in it.

First-year freshmen can only enter Greenhouse One.

Inside are some gentle and harmless plants.

For example, narcissus and figs!

"'~Eric, what do you think Headmaster Dumbledore is looking for you?"

Harry whispered in his ear like a thief.

Eric rubbed his ears and smiled, "Of course it's because of you!" "

"Is that really the case?" Harry frowned, "I saw you and him coming out of the Forbidden Forest yesterday night, and I felt that something was wrong. "

"Voldemort, Mr. Headmaster, the horse man who deliberately led us into the depths, these are too deliberate."

Eric coughed lightly.

He was just joking (Lee's Zhao) just now, but he didn't expect Harry to think so much.

But that's fine.

Just give the other person a vaccination in advance.

In fact, Eric was also thinking about what Dumbledore would say to himself tonight.

"I tell you, last night was so dangerous."

"So many horse people are all dead, do you know the horse people?"

"It's the kind of race where the lower body is a horse body and the upper body is a human."

"Yesterday, the camp of the Nighthorse Man was simply a purgatory on earth, and even Hagrid, the guard of the hunting grounds, was scared and weak."

"Fortunately, it was me who went at the time, calm enough to remind Hagrid to report to the school in time."

"That stupid big guy was already scared stupid at that time."

Ron stood in front of the door of Greenhouse One.

This made Harry very unhappy.

Especially Ron's disparagement of Hagrid in his words made him even more unhappy.

At this time, Ron also saw the Slytherins walking towards the greenhouse.

His expression sank, and there was a faint anger in his eyes.

"You may not know that yesterday some people were very humiliated, and even lay on the ground in fear and curled up into a ball!"

As soon as the words came out.

The little lions of Gryffindor immediately looked at Alec and them.

Among the people who were sent to patrol the Forbidden Forest yesterday, except for Ron, there were only three of them.