The midday sun pours in through the tattered curtains, illuminating the dusty old carpet; The walls, mottled by peeling wallpaper, have climbed with dark green moss.

The roof had already fallen into disrepair, and the water stains caused by rain leakage and water seepage not only formed a strange pattern on the ceiling, but even became layered due to repeated dampness and drying.

As for the few old furniture left in the room, it was naturally mostly dilapidated, and even the chairs in which Ens and Helmau sat sometimes let out an overwhelmed wail with their small movements.

The whole house was filled with the smell of decay.

"All right, kid...... You can ask now. ”

In fact, there was a moment of silence in the room since Helpole casually uttered this as he played with the Slytherin staff from Earns.

Of course, there are undoubtedly many questions piled up in Ens's mind at this moment. It's just that when Helbo put on a calm listening appearance, for some reason, Ens suddenly didn't want to ask another question.

After all, a situation like this might not be a little too weird for him.

However, I don't know if it was because the time had become abundant enough, but Helbo's patience as he was sitting by the window became much better.

During the time that Ens pursed his lips and did not say a word, he did not open his mouth, but just turned over and looked at the silver snake staff in his hand, as if admiring a work of art that he never got tired of seeing.

The musty smell in the room seemed to be more pronounced in the quiet space, making Ens feel that even the air was becoming more irritating.

"Is this a heart-destroying torture?"

Thoughts like this flashed through Ens's mind. But soon, this thought made him himself can't help but pull the corners of his mouth and sneer secretly.

The other party is the despicable Helbo of the ancient dark wizard! Even if they wanted to work against him, they would not use this so-called "psychological tactic" that only Muggles would use.

But maybe it's because it's Helmo who is sitting there! The dead silence of alone time like the present is even more depressing.

After a few more minutes, Ens finally couldn't take the pressure that had multiplied over time, and took a deep breath.

"Helmaugh, do you want me to ask you questions? Then tell me plainly, why did you bring me here? Or rather...... Why me? Ens stared at the other person by the window and said, "Don't tell me you just want to talk to me or something, I'm not a fool of a little kid yet!" I wouldn't believe like that. ”

On the other side, hearing that Ens had finally spoken, Helmo raised his head slightly and glanced at the other party. He didn't seem to care at all about Enns's piercing gaze.

"It's not in vain that you've been thinking about it for so long, it's a good question indeed."

After looking at Ens, Helbo lowered his eyes again and continued to look at the snake staff in his hand, and said slowly and logically at the same time:

"It's just, in fact, the most fundamental answer, I told you a long time ago - remember? As I said, you are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin; As for me, it's ...... Well, how to say it? Is it his enemy? ”

As he spoke, Helbo suddenly waved his left hand, which was holding the snake staff, very casually, and several incomprehensible chuckles came from the shadows under the hood.

"Let's be honest with you! The relationship between me and your ancestor Salazar Slytherin is not something that can be explained by a phrase of 'friend or foe......"

Before he knew it, Helmo was already immersed in the memories of the past, and he could be heard as he continued:

"I met him when he was a kid younger than you are now—I think I was called 'teacher' by him for more than ten years!"

"Since he was a child, his personality has been similar to mine, he is full of desire for magical knowledge, and he is even more obsessed with the study of magic, in order to pursue the true meaning of magic, he does not care about those things and concepts that ordinary people taboo. Honestly, I really thought I had finally found a good apprentice. ”

"And yet," said Helpo's expression under his hood, "since he returned from that informative journey, although he didn't show it at first, I was keenly aware of the change in him—his passion for magic had not changed, but his philosophy was not the same as before. ”

"He began to resist the taboos in the study of magic, began to care more and more about human nature, became more concerned about morality, and finally even became suspicious of the nature of magic that I had taught him personally!"

At this point, Helbo couldn't help but shake his head, and there was already a faint disappointment in his tone.

"And the source of all this change," he said in a deep voice, "was a young girl he met by chance on that voyage, Royana Mira. ”

Upon hearing this somewhat strange name, Ens couldn't help but mutter, with some confusion:

"Roy...... Namira? ”

"I don't know who it is? It doesn't matter," added Helmaugh, "you'll have heard of her later name, since she was with a man, she changed her name to 'Rowena Ravenclaw.'" ”

"Ahh

When Ens heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, revealing a look of understanding.

And by the window, Helbo continued from his recollections:

"Of course, Salazar is a wizard's apprentice that I've spent more than a decade cultivating, and his talent is really satisfying. Although he had an argument with me over the idea of magic, and I locked him up afterwards. But at that time, I didn't have any plans to do anything with him - teaching apprentices is not always smooth sailing, is it? ”

"But," said Helmo, raising an eyebrow, "during the lockdown, he slipped away without me noticing—he didn't even have contact with his family, and went to Royanamira alone, for years." ”

"'For years'?" Hearing this, Ens subconsciously repeated this.

"What? Do you think that if you live long enough, you will become indifferent to the time of a few years? Helbo said lightly, "My days are also passing day by day - rather, the longer I live, the more I will feel that the footprint of time is so clear." And only those ordinary people who are old and confused will make their concept of time blurred......"