Slytherin is actually an unusually fair person who treats everyone equally?

After saying goodbye to the fat friar, Harry hadn't come back to his senses for a while, and this thing sounded outrageous!

For hundreds of years, Slytherin's rhetoric and propaganda to the outside world was that this house was a temple for noble pure-blood wizards, and only these true 'nobles' could enter, the most powerful and powerful house in Hogwarts, this was a symbol of glory, this was a bunch of rhetoric in Balabala.

"It seems that Slytherin's signature," Harry Brick glanced at Snape, "it's all the pure-blood wizard family's shameless self-absorption." ”

"Maybe." The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, "I guess in Slytherin's eyes, one of those guys is a waste idiot." ”

"Well, in terms of talent, the most gifted Slytherin students I know of are Tom Riddle and Godfather you."

"What's wrong?" Snape asked a little strangely, he didn't mind Harry putting himself and Voldemort together, he knew very well in his heart that he was definitely not a good person, otherwise he would not have indulged in curse potions and poisons during school, and preferred to develop high-risk things that would kill and exterminate everywhere.

If he really wants to compete with Voldemort for the name of the 'Dark Lord', Voldemort is enough to compare with him, Arvada will kill one person at a time, he will go down with a bottle of poison, destroy a city, and slaughter a village is still a matter of minutes, and it is not impossible to be ruthless and make a highly contagious virus plague that will affect the world.

He was already able to parse the curse of the werewolf with ease, and it was really not impossible for him to come up with something uneven by himself.

What is the gold content of getting the name of a potions master at the age of thirty!

For centuries, no one had surpassed Snape's record for the fastest promotion, and he was a Potions master of the same level, the youngest was also an old man in his sixties and seventies, and most of them had reached the threshold of a master in their eighties, nineties, or even hundreds.

As a teaching material, the textbook potion ratio that was recognized by the European wizarding community was optimized casually when he was in school, this kind of thing no one knows about it, it really makes people know, that is the feat that makes the pharmacy world amazing, potions is a classic empirical discipline, talent is very important, but experience is more important, and the guy who can do it by relying on talent to forcibly break the accumulation of experience, none of them is a simple person.

"You're all half-bloods, aren't you?"

Snape is half-blood, Harry is clear, when he was making up for Harry's lessons, he took out his old textbook to teach Harry, the nickname of the half-blood prince made Snape's old face blush, under Harry's questioning, Snape told Harry with a murderous expression about his deeds when he was young and frivolous, he really spoiled Harry as his own son.

"Tom is half-blood, Harry, how did you guess?" Dumbledore glanced at Harry with a little surprise, everyone in the wizarding world thought that Voldemort was a pure-blood wizard, after all, his ideas were pure-blood supremacy.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." With a wave of his hand, Harry created a line of floating text, and then the letters were recombined to spell out a new word: Voldemort.

"I'll figure it out with a little checking, but I had two solid fights with him."

This kind of trivial thing is gone, and Harry can't tell Dumbledore that this is what he thought of reading books in his previous life, right?

Dumbledore just asked casually, and didn't mean to dig deeper, just like Harry said, if you really want to find out, it's not a difficult thing to find, especially after confirming that the secret room fifty years ago was opened by Tom, the clue suddenly became clear.

After leaving the Hufflepuff common room, they walked up the stairs to the door of Myrtle's bathroom, and before they could push the door open, Miss Spectre's self-pity reached their ears through the faint cold wind.

"This is the girls' bathroom!"

An angry voice rushed out of the toilet cubicle, and Myrtle, who was a ghost in the toilet, immediately killed after hearing the male voice of 'this is it' after the door was pushed open.

"Oh~What's the matter~Harry~"

After the voice was circled three hundred and sixty degrees, Myrtle pulled the corner of her clothes and said a little shyly, maybe the ghost knows why she was able to change her face so quickly.

"Toilet maintenance, trouble let go, be careful of accidental injury."

Harry said with a wooden face, it is best not to follow her wishes when dealing with myrtle, and of course not against her, the first choice will be stuck to her, and the second choice will be splashed with toilet water.

"He's caring about me~"

The myrtle with a small face with a watery gaze, indulging in her own fantasies, immediately became a very suitable background board.

"That's pretty much it."

Harry paused in front of the circular sink in the bathroom, the brass faucet forming a circle around the stone-carved sink.

"Don't you have to ask myrtle? She must have seen something. ”

"You can't put the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the toilet, can you, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry smiled and shrugged, "It's still the sink that is the most suspicious." ”

"And how are you going to open it?" It's like playing a detective game with a child, and Dumbledore makes a cameo narration.

"Of course," Harry was about to roll up his sleeves and do a good job, and then looked at Snape with a sneer, "It's better to come on, godfather, I'd better take it easy now." ”

It's not that he can't use magic, but it's better for Harry not to use it now, it's hard to recuperate a little better, but he really can't do 'intense exercise', small spells are okay, this kind of demolition work is still forgotten.

"Open this place, right?"

Snape glanced at the sink, then twitched his wand and pulled the trigger on the sink.

It's a shadowless!

Several faint and invisible blades flashed, and in the silence, the stone washbasin was cut in an instant, and the water that should have gushed out of the pipe was frozen by the ice and blocked in the water pipe before it could spread and erupt.

With a few movements of Snape's hand, the sliced sink flew to the side, stacked neatly together.

"Looks like it's been covered with magic."

Seeing the smooth slate under the sink, Snape narrowed slightly, "The magic of the entrance and the protective magic of Hogwarts are linked, Headmaster, now only you have permission." ”

At the beginning, the Gaunt family had not yet fallen to the point of full insaneness, although it had begun to decay, but the accumulation of enough thickness was still able to allow them to squander the luxury of centuries to lose their family wealth, and to be able to participate in the largest renovation project in the history of Hogwarts, the magic level of the participants was not low, and with the construction authority, he put the magic of the hidden entrance in the protective barrier of Hogwarts Castle, so as to maintain the long-term and stable secrecy of the new entrance to the secret room, otherwise no one repaired it, Like the countless secret passages of Hogwarts, they will collapse and fall into disuse over time.

"It's not that hard."

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore has the highest authority in Hogwarts Castle, including but not limited to opening and closing the castle's magic enchantment, removing protective magic in certain areas, and turning on apparition permissions.

Dumbledore waved his hand, directly and temporarily cut off the magic connection between the bathroom and the castle The stone slab that collapsed instantly was raised by the floating charm at the moment of falling, and then fell steadily to the side, a bottomless dark hole appeared in front of the three of them, under the washbasin in the bathroom, buried a huge passage connecting the Hogwarts sewer pipe network, although because it was abandoned, the pipe was not dirty, but after all, it was related to other sewers, and a trace of the unique smell of the sewer rose at this time.

The three-meter-diameter sewer pipe was enough to fit an adult African elephant into it, and even Hagrid could walk around it without bending over, and no one knew how thick the basilisk was about a thousand years old, but the mouth was enough for it to move freely.

The three people who were wrapped in Dumbledore's levitation charm and the giant bubble head spell slowly sank into the sewer pipe that led to nowhere, and the feeling of stagnation brought by the rapid fall made people panic about falling into the abyss, but that was for ordinary people, and now the three people who entered it, which of them was not a ruthless character with a heart as strong as steel.

The albino bones have been weathered by time, and there is another faint path on the road paved with the bones of various sewer creatures, don't think about it, it is the road that Nagini stepped on when he came here, Harry did not kill Nagini directly, but about her whereabouts, Harry doesn't know much about it, Dumbledore took over the aftermath, after all, Nagini was also his 'friend', when Grindelwald was having a lot of fun in Paris, it was Nagini and his group who came to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore for help, if there were no them.

The young and frivolous Grindelwald is estimated to really annoy Nicolame, not to mention the Witch Party, Nicolame who launched the rush will really let the world see what kind of style the alchemy army that completed the operation of destroying the remnants of the goblin empire hundreds of years ago, thousands of steel torrents marched into the army, and within the tens of thousands of square kilometers shrouded in the alchemy array, what phantom shifting door key, the person who was targeted could only be pulled out and hanged.

Nagini and his gang were gracious to Dumbledore, and if they hadn't reported for help, Grindelwald would have died a miserable death.

After a few minutes along the old path, the path was blocked by a stone wall carved with two intertwined snakes with large, glittering emeralds in their eyes.

The men stopped in front of the stone wall, and Snape drew his wand once more to cast a spell, but Dumbledore reached out to stop him.

"Violent openings will be countered, Severus, the entrance here is not that crappy disguise above."

Dumbledore, squinting, carefully looked at the old wall, his eyes flashing with serious concentration, "This is the entrance door that Slytherin has set up with his own hands, maybe we really need someone who can speak snake to open the door for us." ”

"If you force it open," Dumbledore looked down at his wand, and then slowly spat out a few words, "It's going to die." ”

He raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, only to see that the serpent that had been carved on the stone wall came to life in an instant, the emerald eyes lit up with a miserable green light, and the killing of death made Snape sweat coldly at this moment, and he almost couldn't help but take something out of his arms.

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine, I just politely 'asked' it."

Dumbledore spoke calmly, the artist had the audacity to say that he was a person like him, and he did a very good job in controlling the 'distance'.

"Perhaps."

Harry opened his mouth a little dullly, he really didn't expect that the entrance protection level left by Slytherin would be so high, but after Dumbledore activated the twin snakes guarding the door, he also saw something different.

The snake is 'alive', not the kind of life with life, their body is flowing with magic, this is an artificial magic creature endowed by magic with illusory life and powerful power, more advanced than Professor McGonagall's living transformation, and after a thousand years, the protective magic here has not been weakened at all, and the emerald green magic flowing in the snake's body -

Harry's mouth spat out a strange string of syllables, not the hiss of the serpent's whisper, but some incomprehensible peculiar language with an ancient and majestic majesty.

The swimming twin snakes became more and more agile at this moment, but the cold death intent hanging above the human head gradually dissipated, and the swimming snakes gave way to the sides, and the stone walls blocking the front also opened to the left and right, revealing a long passage behind.

"What's going on" Dumbledore looked at Harry with some bewilderment, and then let out a soft 'oh' in realization.

"Slytherin is an awakened wizard, and after Dumbledore taught you to activate the snakes in the stone wall, I saw that their emerald green magic flowed through them, so I tried it, but I didn't expect it to work."

"Now that the door is open, let's go inside."

Through the doorway of the twin snakes, they came to the side of a long, dimly lit room, where there were many stone pillars carved with entwined snakes, the light from the emerald of the snake's eyes was one of the sources of light here, and the shadowed black ceiling flowed with a faint green light, causing the people who stepped into it to pull out a long, strange black shadow.

Their shadows seemed to writhe, like snakes.

A faint smell of old blood permeated the room, and in the dimly lit long hall, a huge serpent was lying in a pool of dried blood, blackened blood smeared almost a third of the floor, and silver spikes pierced through the snake's body, nailing it firmly to the floor.

The huge snake eyes that were not blind stared at them with a gray light, but the yellow light in the basilisk's eyes that would kill people had disappeared.

Nagini absorbed the curse from the basilisk and transformed herself into a new vessel for the death curse, but her deathly gaze failed to kill anyone, and even the ferocious curse could not be effective in the face of the invisibility cloak that blocked all magical power.

"What a waste."

Harry stepped down with some pity, he looked at the huge body of the basilisk and couldn't help but say with some regret: "It's a pity not to take such a big snake to the barbecue, the stewed snake soup should taste good, the older it gets, the more flavorful." ”

"The mana has been drained, and the materials on the body have been wasted, otherwise the basilisk can still be used to make some potions."

Snape also said with some regret that he had withheld a scale, but the basilisk scale, which had been dead for only a few months, was brittle enough to be crushed by his bare hands.

Although the basilisk has been expressly forbidden to cultivate, as a potions master, Snape can still get his hands on these precious materials, but the age of those materials is only a few decades.

It's not that the basilisk doesn't live long, but now the basilisk is raised to sell for money, and the cost of the complete body is so high that it is impossible to return to the cost, and now the ones raised are all deleted versions that have been weakened in various ways, although the efficacy is not far behind, but after all, there is a little less charm, and Snape is really greedy for this super high year of high-luxury version of the basilisk material.

"Voldemort is damned!"

Snape, who was a little hateful, said viciously, and then with a wave of his hand, the whole dead snake was lifted into the air and packed, stuffed into a pocket with materials, and then took it back and rummaged through it carefully, maybe he could salvage some scum.

After a few simple spells of cleanup, the messy, dirty hall became clean, and several fluorescent balls of light floated around the room, lighting up the dim room that glowed with a faint green glow.

The massive stone statues of Slytherin were also illuminated by the soft white light.

It was a crumpled face like an old monkey, with a long beard that almost dragged down to the hem of the robe, and a statue with no stellar demeanor that gave it a strange awkwardness, but if you put Slytherin in the shoes of a sinister, cunning, dark-minded, torture and dark experiment, such a sculpture is a bit of a character.

However, this was ironic to Harry, as a full-fledged awakened wizard, what did Slytherin need to tinker with? What Rausch black magic? The upper limit of ordinary magic is not at all the lowest limit of the Awakened Magic, and Slytherin may play with dark arts, but his core research cannot be such a 'shallow' thing.

"If only one pet snake is left in the secret room"

Standing in front of the statue, Harry whispered, "Is it necessary for you to go to such great lengths to set up a secret room?" ”

He played with the Slytherin pendant in his hand and suddenly smiled.

"Please let us juniors take a look at what kind of surprises are stored in the secret room you left for us, although I am not your descendant"

Harry raised the pendant in his hand and spoke in a clear voice, the iron-gray Awakened mana poured into it, lighting up the green gems set on it.

"Only true geniuses can lead the progress of the world, and Slytherin belongs only to the true elite."

"Oh yes, I'm not a Slytherin." Harry turned around and dropped the pendant, and Snape reached out to take it, "He's the best Slytherin student of all the centuries, Severus Snape, a thirty-year-old Potions Master. ”

"Better than your descendants, Slytherin heirs."

With a bang, the stone statue shattered, and the ugly monkey figure fell apart in an instant, and countless swimming snakes swam out of the cracks in the stone statue, spreading a carpet of black and green patterns on the ground.

People's eyes looked at the faint door that was revealed after the stone statue crumbled, and in the door that emitted a faint green light, there seemed to be a tall figure standing in the doorway waiting quietly.

(End of chapter)