Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 485 I am Ras Lint, and I am Slytherin

The black-haired youth recognized Helga as soon as she stepped into the snakes' territory.

Emerging from underground and meeting face-to-face, he was now completely certain of Helga's identity and stepped forward.

"I don't understand. Speak like a human," Helga said succinctly.

"Okay, fine!" Rice shrugged and replied in broken English.

"I haven't spoken English for a long time, and I'm not used to it." Rice uttered one word at a time, which Helga had difficulty understanding, but she could still comprehend his meaning.

"People say no two snowflakes are alike, but a living example of the opposite has appeared before me. Still, I'm confused: are you really still Salazar Slytherin?"

Faced with Helga's question, the black-haired youth fell silent.

After a long while, he finally stammered a reply.

"Salazar Slytherin is indeed dead. You ask me if I am, and I think I am."

He was telling the truth. Loki may be a bit weak, but he can still tell if someone is truly dead.

Salazar Slytherin was indeed dead that night.

The black-haired youth of today is entirely new, both physically and spiritually, and theoretically should have no connection to the previous Salazar Slytherin. This is a fundamental law governing the world.

However, the gap between theory and reality is enormous.

Some people manage to find loopholes in perfectly sound rules and exploit them. Salazar Slytherin, or rather Salazar Slytherin, was one of the best examples of this.

If a pure soul inherits all of one's memories, then in Rice's view, this soul is one's own embodiment.

Helga looked at the young Salazar, lost in thought.

It has to be said that the old viper really came up with some ingenious ways to prolong life.

His original method of molting for immortality was already a top-tier longevity magic, and now he's even successfully navigated the path of reincarnation. Salazar has truly become an expert in this field. And so far, it seems his method has absolutely no side effects—that's terrifying.

Salazar, having successfully reincarnated, could easily claim to be immortal.

After exchanging a few words with Helga, Rice's speech became more fluent.

"To be honest, studying magic from scratch is quite tiring. I have to thank Rowena for this; the core fragment of this alchemical world has been of great benefit to my cultivation of the domain."

After being reincarnated, Rice naturally lost his domain. But unlike other truly "penniless" young wizards who had to start from scratch, Rice didn't need to start by comprehending the domain little by little from the flow of magic.

Other junior wizards' research areas are like participating in an extremely complex escape room game for the first time, progressing step by step based on clues. Rice, on the other hand, is a second-time player, able to complete the game quickly in the shortest amount of time. The core fragment of the alchemical world is a pair of roller skates, which can further shorten Rice's already compressed completion time.

"It's rare for her to do something good," Helga chuckled. "How's your strength recovery going?"

"It's almost the same as before I was reincarnated. The best part is that the hidden dangers in my soul have been eliminated." Rice stretched and yawned—the sunlight outside was a bit too bright, making him feel sleepy.

The potion he had previously taken had caused some mutations in his soul. Although the effects wouldn't be apparent in the short term, the hidden dangers would likely surface when he aged or underwent a second molt and slumber.

Rice couldn't be sure what the impact would be if his soul form completely became serpentine.

Now I no longer have such concerns; my soul is now in pure human form.

"Share your experience with me later." Helga thought for a moment and decided to be a freeloader and directly absorb Salazar's advanced experience.

In this matter, it is not shameful to adopt what is readily available; what is truly foolish is not to use the optimal approach.

"Okay, no problem." Rice was very generous in this matter.

"By the way, is it possible that Rowena can't use this method...?" Helga suddenly realized that Rowena's condition seemed to prevent the use of the method developed by Salazar.

"That's right, she's already a ghost, so she can't reincarnate. But she looks pretty good now, doesn't she?" Rice thought Rowena was alright enough for now.

In a sense, Rowena also achieved immortality.

Once the body she currently inhabits ages, she can easily find another body to inhabit—or have him and Helga cultivate a body for her; these are all feasible options.

In her ghost form, her only worry is having her soul corrupted, but that's not without a solution. Finding a Horcrux would solve everything.

Helga felt quite sorry for Rowena when he learned that she couldn't be like Salazar.

However, when the topic turned to Rowena, Helga remembered the question she had asked earlier.

"Salazar, if Rowena claims to be omniscient and omnipotent in the Alchemist world, then why did it spiral out of control?"

Rice gave Helga a strange look, wondering why she would ask such a simple question.

"They messed up, what else can you do?"

Rice felt that Rowena might have gone too far in exploring the upper limit of alchemical life forms, and the four gods he had encountered recently were evidence of that.

The fighting style of those four things was very similar to that of the four of them, so Rice had reason to suspect that they were created by Rowena, which was also the fundamental reason why she lost control of the alchemical world.

"Alright, now that you've regained your strength and memories, shall we go out? It seems our fabricated story can't fool your two little apprentices; they've been worried about you a lot."

Helga was cornered in the office by Daphne and Astoria several times. Dumbledore's excuse was so lame it might fool other students, but it was completely impossible to fool these two.

Every time they asked about Rice's whereabouts, Helga could only try to evade the question; these two little girls were giving her a real headache.

So as soon as she saw that Salazar had recovered, she couldn't wait to bring him back to Hogwarts and give herself a peaceful world.

Instead of immediately responding to Helga's invitation, Rice asked her a question.

"What time is it outside?"

"It's already the final stage of the championship. The players will be drawing lots for one-on-one duels, it seems to be in the next couple of days?"

"Oh?" Rice narrowed his eyes. In that case, there was no rush to leave. He still wanted to leave Helga here.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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