Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

What happened last night in the Forbidden Forest.

Word spread throughout the school early this morning.

Of course.

Inevitably, Ron Weasley has the credit.

At this point, there are still a few minutes before the start of class.

Students from both academies all gathered at the entrance of the greenhouse.

Seeing the savior classmate glaring angrily at himself.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth: "How?" Am I not right? "

"You're right." Harry nodded and said.

Seeing that he actually admitted it directly.

Everyone was surprised.

However, Harry is not the honest child who can only sulk after being bullied in the original book.

"I did fall to the ground, but then I was in danger and falling to the ground was just a way to protect myself."

"But Mr. Weasley, when we walked out of the Forbidden Forest last night, your robes and trouser legs seemed wet."

Harry's words had just finished.

Draco came to his side.

He put a hand on Harry's shoulder with a playful smile on his face.

"That's right, I still smelled a bad smell at the time, Weasley, you won't forget it, will you?"

"You, what are you talking nonsense?" Ron retorted with his throat tugged.

But his obviously weak heart is really suspicious.

But these are Harry's words after all.

Draco and Harry's relationship was well known.

People won't take their word for it at their fingertips.

But the fatal blow was imminent.

Neville Longbottom stared at Ron beside him, his brows furrowed very tightly.

After a while.

Neville let out an exclamation, attracting everyone's attention.

"I remembered, you said you were going to pay back my pants this morning, Ron will pay me back soon, I will change the wash."

Ron's face was livid, and when he looked at Neville, he was like seeing a father-killer.

Simola tugged at Neville's sleeves and pulled the other to the side.

Poof~

I don't know who laughed first.

Immediately after that, the front of the greenhouse turned into a sea of joy.

It's that the 940 has a person who doesn't seem to fit in.

Ron Weasley blushed like blood, and when he looked at Harry, he couldn't wait to go up and bite the other person twice.

After listening to it, Eric realized what he had missed last night.

Presumably, Harry and Draco did not spare Mr. Ron Weasley at that time.

What a regret.

I actually missed a good show.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Hagrid's voice came.

Coincidentally, he happened to pass near the greenhouse.

Hagrid, who is three meters tall, does not need to enter the crowd at all.

He just stood behind the crowd and saw Eric and the others.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Knowing that the three slept well, Hagrid smiled cheekily.

At this time, he noticed Ron on the side.

"Oh~ Did Mr. Weasley sleep well last night? You vomited a lot yesterday. "

Hagrid's words once again debunked Ron's lie.

I saw that my companions were all looking at me with strange eyes.

Ron, who felt that he couldn't stay, glared at Hagrid fiercely, turned and ran in the other direction of the greenhouse.

Obviously.

Mr. Weasley no longer plans to attend today's herbology class.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Hagrid looked at Eric at a loss.

Alec shook his head and replied, "No, what you said is very good, what are you going to do?" "

The simple-minded Hagrid immediately replied, "Dumbledore asked me to feed Lu Wei some more food, and I..."

Hagrid covered his mouth with his hands, and then whispered, "I forgot that I can't tell anyone about this, so you shouldn't have heard it, got it?" "

After saying this, he turned and trotted into the distance.

......

The first-year herbology course was boring.

So boring that even Alec was a little drowsy.

For Ron Weasley's unprovoked truancy.

Professor Sprout deducted 10 Gryffindor points in a fit of anger.

The gems that had been accumulated in the Gryffindor hourglass had dropped again because of Ron.

The day's schoolwork ended quickly.

The evening feast is over.

Eric walked towards the eighth floor of the castle under Harry and Draco's reluctant, worried eyes.

It made it look like he was going to the execution ground.

"Lemon Snow Treasure." Eric said the order.

The two-headed stone beast in front of the door of the principal's room woke up, moved lightly, and gave way to the spiraling stairs behind him.

Eric stepped up the steps and walked up step by step.

The door to the principal's room was wide open.

It was as if welcoming Eric.

"Mr. Slytherin, please come in."

Eric just appeared in the doorway.

A kind, gentle voice rang in his ears.

I saw a figure standing in the room.

Eric smiled and said, "Good evening, Mr. Principal, I am a little embarrassed that you greeted me so grandly." "

As he spoke, he walked into the office.

The two faced each other, both looking at each other with a smile on their faces.

"Mr. Slytherin, please sit."

"The headmaster can call me Alec."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded.

Soft bench sofa, Alec and Dumbledore sat on either side.

Alec took the black tea on the table and took a sip.

While putting down the teacup, he asked, "I wonder what Mr. Principal wants to talk to me about?" And what is the cooperation mentioned yesterday? "

Instead of answering, Dumbledore handed Alec a stack of worn-out parchment.

Take the parchment.

Eric was immediately attracted by the handwriting on it.

As the contemporary heir of the Slytherin family.

Since childhood, I have been familiar with family books, including the Codex of the ancestor Salazar.

He can be sure.

The contents of this stack of parchment were written by Salazar Slytherin himself.

Eric's reaction seemed to have been expected by Dumbledore.

"This is the theory of the study of the Dark Arts written by His Excellency Slytherin himself."

"I found them some time ago while sorting through the shelves, and as a private note of His Excellency Slytherin, I think they should be returned to their original owners."

"Thank you, Mr. Principal." Eric sincerely thanked the other party.

As the parchment was turned page by page.

Eric soon noticed the Horcrux-making method mixed in.

Hide it quietly.

Eric continued to flip through what was recorded on the other parchments.

Little did he know that his small movements had been noticed by Dumbledore. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

A smile quickly slipped through Dumbledore's eyes.

He put down the teacup and said, "Eric, let's talk about how to revive Slytherin?" "

"Oh? As far as I know, Mr. Headmaster (AGBI) seems to have graduated from Gryffindor, right? "

"So what does it matter?" Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't forget, I am now the headmaster, so naturally I have to treat everyone equally. "

"Really?" Alec looked at each other suspiciously.

"If you really didn't discriminate, then Slytherin wouldn't be called the cradle of the dark wizards."

Dumbledore's eyes were guilty, and he sighed and said, "This is a long story, but trust me, I have no prejudice against Slytherin. "

Even if Dumbledore had lowered his posture.

But Alec's heart did not relax for a moment.

Who is the other party?

World-renowned bigwigs.

Chief Grand Magician of Wizengamot.

One of the three supreme leaders of the International Confederation of Wizards.

This is only the identity on the surface.

Whether there is another identity behind the scenes, no one can say.

Eric took a deep breath and did not relent because of the other party's guilt.

"Mr. Headmaster, let's talk about reviving Slytherin!"

See him unmoved.

Dumbledore slowly collected the guilt in his eyes.

"Well, it's actually quite simple, I need Harry to complete the mission he is supposed to accomplish."

"Mission? Please make it clear. Eric asked, puzzled.

"Voldemort, didn't you take him away yesterday?"

As soon as the words came out.

The atmosphere in the principal's room immediately changed.

Phoenix Fox seemed frightened.

Raise your head and hiss.

Eric stared intently at the old man opposite.

It took a few seconds before he smiled again.

"It seems that you shouldn't discuss this matter with me, since it is Harry's mission to complete, why don't you go to him directly?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "This is the minimum respect, after all, Slytherin House is in your hands now, isn't it?" "

Eric's pupil shrinkage.

Sure enough, Dumbledore was planning a showdown today.

"Don't be surprised, in fact, when you entered school, I already knew what you were going to do."

Dumbledore smiled and left the couch to walk towards the desk.

He picked up the worn-out parchment notebook on the table and handed it to Alec.

"Open it and take a look, and you'll understand after reading it."

Eric took the notebook suspiciously.

The first page explains how Salazar Slytherin used his wand to control Slytherin House.

Turning to the second page is how the Gryffindor Sword operates over the Gryffindor Tower.

The third and fourth pages are the specific operations of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw control, respectively.

"This is?"

"This is a notebook handwritten by Ms. Hufflepuff." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

Eric took a deep breath and asked, "Now that you know my secret, what are you going to do next?" "

"Capture my wand? Or deport me from England? "

Dumbledore shook his head: "I never thought like that, Eric, I'm 109 years old this year. "

"I don't know how long I'm going to live, maybe five years, maybe ten years?"

Eric suddenly interrupted, "Sorry Mr. Headmaster, I need to remind you that wizards with high magic usually live a long time. "

"Not to mention the special situation of Master Nicolame, as far as I know, there are several masters in Wizengamot who are much older than you."

Dumbledore did not deny this.

He even said the names of the masters accurately.

When Dumbledore was at Hogwarts, the Masters were in charge of his exams.

At that time, those people were already middle-aged.

Dumbledore paused after speaking, and then looked at Alec sadly.

"But Voldemort would never allow me to live that long, would he?"

"Eric, I can see that you are different from Voldemort."

"The reason why he became what he is today is entirely because of family reasons that cause a disapproval of his own bloodline."

"But you are different, you have received an excellent family education, you are not only an excellent heir, but also an excellent leader."

Gong——

Dumbledore suddenly drew a sword from next to the sofa.

See the ruby at the end of the hilt.

Alec immediately recognized it as the Gryffindor Sword.

"If one day I die, I hope you will take this sword and protect Hogwarts."

"According to the contents of the parchment notebook, you can become the principal smoothly."

"Alex Lytherin, by that time you want to revive Slytherin glory, naturally it can be fulfilled."

Saw the other person hand the Gryffindor Sword to him.

Eric became silent.

His brows furrowed tightly, as if he was considering the other party's proposal.