The man had red hair draped over his shoulders, a handsome face, and a beard on his chin.

Pieces of sawdust-like skin fit against the body, making you feel like a wooden man.

An alarm bell rings in John's head, and he silently clenches his sword, his wand in his left hand ready to fire a spell.

"You are?"

The last piece of wood chips from the exploitation was attached to the face, and the large wooden sword, which was originally thick, was now transformed into a wand in the shape of a thin branch.

The man opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was, "You must be a Gryffindor, right?" ”

"Uh...... I'm Slytherin. ”

"Slytherin?"

The man looked at John a little dazed, holding a big sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand, this is obviously his own way of attacking, you say you Slytherin?

Godric Gryffindor laughed and said, "Don't lie, you beat the test I left behind, my hat can't get you into Slytherin." ”

He was confident that it was a joke made by the little wizard, but John heard it wrong.

Your hat?

Sorting hats?

John tentatively asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Godric Gryffindor, if you like, you can call me the old dean."

Gryffindor, who looked like he was in the prime of life, habitually wanted to touch his beard, and when he remembered that his body was made in the shape of his youth, he stopped.

"Founder of the Four Academies?!" John was shocked.

"You can call me that, this is the secret room I left behind, how about it, it's very useful, how is Gryffindor now, did you beat Slytherin in the House Cup?"

Gryffindor still thinks John is a Gryffindor student, and Gryffindor snorts at the thought of his former best friend, Salazar Slytherin.

It seems that Gryffindor and Slytherin have a long-standing feud that has existed since the founding of the school.

Seeing that he hated Slytherin so much, John silently pointed to the green on his clothes and said, "I'm really a Slytherin, don't believe me." ”

The striking green and silver colors were glaring on the wizard's robes, and Gryffindor was suddenly uncomfortable.

"Hell, is my hat broken and he actually sorted you into Slytherin?"

Not to mention the little lion of Gryffindor, even Gryffindor himself seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with his hat at the moment.

John didn't know what to say, so he smiled awkwardly.

The student who made himself back through the test was not Gryffindor's, which made Godric Gryffindor a little uncomfortable.

However, the secret room he left behind was open to the whole school, aiming to find an excellent heir.

Although this heir was a Slytherin, he had to pinch his nose and admit it.

"Well, you've passed the test and are eligible to inherit my legacy."

With a flick of the wand in Gryffindor's hand, the fallen figure returned to normal and walked into the fireplace, and the two chairs were conjured out of thin air.

He sat in one of the chairs, his wand in his hand like a twig.

"As long as you complete my next test, I will give you the strength you seek."

John sat silently across from him, and when he heard this, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "I want to ask if I will be expelled from Slytherin if I accept your test." ”

Gryffindor said disapprehantly, "Isn't it good to be expelled, anyway, pure-blood families are generally not short of money." ”

"What, Dean Gryffindor, I'm a Muggle seed."

"Huh?!"

Gryffindor was shocked, even if you were a Slytherin, it turned out to be a Muggle seed.

What happened to Hogwarts during his absence, and Slytherin actually planted Muggles in it?

Gryffindor, who felt a bit explosive in information, said that he needed to brush it up, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

"Could it be that Gryffindor and Slytherin have changed their names?"

He looked at John again, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought it was possible.

It turns out that Godric Gryffindor is a big boy character, he and Salazar Slytherin, one brave and one calm, one is adventurous, and the other is hungry for magic.

The two are opposites and best friends, and even if they parted ways later, they broke up peacefully.

Godric Gryffindor didn't think about it anymore and said, "Don't worry, my inheritance faces the whole school, and you won't be expelled." ”

"Okay."

John was relieved to hear that he would not be expelled, although the inheritance was very fragrant, but if he was expelled, Voldemort would not be able to exalt himself after his resurrection.

"The test is divided into three, namely the bird in the forest, the lion in the mountain, and the brave man of the sword."

"During the test, I will observe your performance."

Gryffindor was about to wave his wand when John raised his hand to interrupt him.

John said apologetically, "I'm sorry Dean Gryffindor, I may not be able to do it right now, it's bedtime." ”

Gryffindor held his breath in his mouth, and he made all his moves, only to be released by John.

"Then let's change the time!" Gryffindor held his breath for a long time to say this.

"Thank you, Dean Gryffindor."

John got up and bowed and left, startled when he heard that the test was about to begin.

[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, Gryffindor Legacy Stage 1, Bird in the Forest, get any reward +1, Blessing: Flying Man in the Woods]

Now John didn't have a single amulet on him, and he wasn't ready to take risks if he wasn't fully equipped.

Be cautious and be cautious for a long time.

Back in the dormitory, John was ready to recuperate.

...

The next day.

John came to the Great Hall, and the morning was hearty, with porridge and pickled herring, as well as breaded eggs and bacon.

Although eating pickled herring in the morning has the feeling of eating snail noodles with white porridge, after so many years, John's stomach has already been beaten with iron.

He was eating bread with white porridge, and next to him sat a blonde girl.

Daphne stared at John's good-looking side face and laughed out loud.

She said casually, "John, do you know that our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart, my mother likes him." ”

John took a sip of porridge, ate it with cut salted meat, and said flatly: "I read his book, and the writing is really good, but I don't know how good the teaching level is." ”

The change of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher every year has led to uneven levels of proficiency among students in this class.

John didn't know what the school thought, if you had to be so stubborn, you couldn't just change your name and teach the same class, and it would be the same with Dark Arts Confrontation.

Voldemort cursed the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, what does it have to do with my Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?

I don't know if the curse is true or not, but it is true that one professor consumes a year.

Quirrell, the professor of the previous year, was not serious about teaching at all, and John followed him to learn the dark arts, knowing that Quirrell himself was not low, but he was just deliberately hiding it.

Malfoy came with two henchmen, and he excitedly approached John and said, "John, this time Potter and the nasty Weasleys got in trouble, they drove to the school, and it's a pity you weren't in the Great Hall yesterday." ”

The news spread quickly, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's recklessness.

Harry also realized that he had done something stupid, and that the price of that was Hermione being angry.

As the leader of the wisdom of the three small groups, Hermione couldn't believe that anyone could be stupid like this.

She watched "Traveling on the Same Boat with Vampires" angrily, and she was completely fascinated by the book because she liked to read, and she was full of longing for the author, Gilderoy Lockhart.

Today a postman arrived, and hundreds of owls crowded into the Great Hall, a mess in the sky above.

An old owl flew towards Gryffindor, and it tried to stop, but instead plunged headlong into Hermione's milk jug.

"Errol!"

The old owl belonged to the Weasleys, and Ron rescued it, only to see the red envelope in his mouth.

Howl letters.

Now there is a good show, John saw Malfurt turn around, and he had a great posture to watch the rice god drama.

"Haha, a howling letter, Weasley is going to suffer." Malfoy gloated, and the attendant next to him cooperated in making a crying nose.

Ron was holding the yelling letter and was very reluctant to open it, and Neville whispered:

"You'd better open it, it's even worse if you don't open it, grandma sent it to me once, I ignored it, and the result was ......"

Thinking of that horrific scene, Neville shuddered.

Ron swallowed hard, he didn't have to think about it to know it was going to be terrible.

With trembling hands, he opened the roaring letter.

The Great Hall trembled as the Great Hall trembled as John watched a handful of ash fall into his porridge, and he quietly replaced it in front of Malfoy.

Malfoy admired the scene where Weasley's life was worse than death, and picked up the porridge and drank it beautifully, but the porridge was too little, and he drank it in three or two sips.

...