"Looks like this is the end of our journey. ”

Dumbledore shook his head, walked over to the ladder, waved his wand, and sealed it with a spell.

At this juncture where Quirrell disappeared, if there is still a secret passage to the outside of the castle...

It's hard for anything good to happen.

"Alright, let's go back. ”

After a moment, Dumbledore said with a tired face.

"Professor, aren't you going to deal with this door?"

Gawain was a little baffled.

From any angle, it's the metal door that looks weirder and more threatening.

"Door?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

“Volo Noscere！”

His hand pressed down violently, and the milky white aura beside him suddenly flickered.

"Gawain, describe the characteristics of that door. ”

The white wizard's face was cloudy and indistinguishable, and the ravines were criss-crossed. The wand in his hand waved continuously, carving one seemingly irregular pattern after another.

They emerged from the air and turned into a great net, encircling the door little by little.

"Uh... It is made of bronze and carved with two small snakes, and the snake's eyes are whole pieces of jadeite.

Professor, don't you see?

I mean, it's there. ”

Gawain asked hesitantly.

"It's a pity that I'm no longer young and have made my 'choice' to find it only through a little insignificant means.

But I suppose that since you can see it, you must have found a way to open it?"

Dumbledore stepped out of the way, motioning for Gawain to step forward and try to open the door.

"I've cast every protective spell imaginable, occult and non-occult, and you can feel free to try it.

The great Salazar Slytherin chose a different one than I did. But I think, at least in terms of protection, I still have some experience and experience. ”

As if sensing Gawain's concerns, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, signaling not to worry.

Gawain cautiously walked to the door.

He only knew that the node was the gem in the snake's eye, but he didn't know exactly what to do.

"Poineme (showed me the way). ”

The wand tapped lightly over the snake's eyes, and Gawain tried to unleash a guiding charm.

This spell is suitable for complex environments, such as forests or labyrinths, and can give wizards advice on how to go. It may point to the exit, it may point to the entrance, and it may not even be able to find its way.

But on the whole, it's more plausible than throwing a shoe into the sky, or pointing a tree branch to where it goes.

Of course, Gawain didn't use it to show the way, but because it wasn't aggressive, it could be "tolerated" by many curses or guardians.

"Doesn't it work?"

Gawain waited for a moment, then took his wand back. Dumbledore watched with interest, as if he wasn't ready to get involved.

But the moment Gawain's wand left the snake's eye, the snake crawled a short distance on the door as if it had suddenly turned into a living thing.

With the sound of a "click, click" move, the bronze door was suddenly opened. But it was covered in a layer of glow, and Gawain still couldn't see clearly.

"Legacy qualifications are recognized, and as Godric's chosen heir, you have a chance to choose. ”

An old voice suddenly sounded.

The colorful glow suddenly dissipated, and the inside of the bronze door was clearly divided into three parts.

On the far left are several large horrible shelves filled with books. Although Gawain couldn't tell the title of the book, judging from their intricate ornamentation, it was undoubtedly the most top-level and esoteric kind.

And in the middle, there are several large boxes. They didn't look conspicuous at all, but Gawain had no doubt about the value of the gems in the finest color.

On the far right, on the far right, is a worn-out brass staff. It wasn't a wand, or some kind of magic prop, with a snake engraved on the top.

"You can take any of my knowledge, my riches, and my glory with you. But I remind you that my glory may have been inherited in your day. ”

A gold coin, a piece of parchment, and a brooch flew out of the room and floated in front of Gawain, waiting for his decision.

In Merlin's witness, Gawain had never made such a choice. Choosing either one would mean that he would lose another (or two) worth of wealth.

He looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was standing there, carefully examining the patterns on the wall.

It looked like it was some kind of Van Gogh painting.

Of the three options, Gawain leaned most towards knowledge, followed by wealth, and finally the damned scepter of glory.

"But this is the secret room left by Slytherin, maybe he prefers the heir to choose the short staff?"

Gawain thought.

But he said that it was for the heir chosen by Gryffindor to stay. ”

But the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor is almost universally known, why did he leave a legacy in the underground vault for the Gryffindor's chosen people?

And Salazar Slytherin...

Thinking of what happened to him in the Forbidden Forest, Gawain took two deep breaths before making a difficult decision.

—his wand reaching for the short staff.

It's not that he doesn't look down on knowledge and wealth, it's that he can't trust Salazar Slytherin as a person, especially when it comes to pie-in-the-sky.

At the moment when Gawain made his decision, the room was once again filled with colorful glow, making it difficult to see.

But this time is different.

Because Gawain heard the sound of crutches.

"What a cautious boy, you should have come to my academy instead of following that baboon, or birdwoman! Now tell me, your name. ”

As if coming out of the light, an old man, a rickety old man with a short cane, came out of the room.

His beard was white and tangled in a mess.

The face Gawain had seen less than half an hour before, and it belonged to Salazar Slytherin.

The true owner of the secret room.

"yes, what could be more convenient than leaving one of your own to choose a successor?"

Gawain thought, looking at Dumbledore.

But he was still studying the patterns on the walls.

"Wade White, Slytherin... Sir?"

Gawain hesitated almost for a moment before a pseudonym blurted out. He hadn't forgotten what he could do with his opponent's name.

"Why, clever boy, do you think your little trick will succeed? When my stupid descendants came here, they told me that there were only 28 purebloods left in the wizarding world. But though I'm old, I don't remember having ever had a White.

And the woman's tiara, why didn't you put it on, and you found it here?"

Salazar slammed his cane into the ground, and his momentum became aggressive.

"I'm not going to approve of you, Mudblood.

Your filthy blood doesn't deserve me—Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four, any legacy left behind!"

His voice resounded through the passage.