Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 514 I am Salazar Slytherin

At the moment the incantation was uttered, Rice could even see the panic in Cornelius Fudge's eyes.

At this moment, the Dementors he brought had been driven away and eliminated. The Aurors were either unconscious from inhaling unknown potions or thrown into disarray by the sudden explosion.

Now, Rice has created an opening of less than a second and seized the opportunity firmly.

The spell sliced ​​through the air, striking Fudge's throat precisely, and a dazzling red bloomed out.

Everyone was stunned, unable to imagine what they were seeing.

Fudge raised his hand, as if to say something, but his leaky throat prevented him from making a sound. He swayed and then fell straight down.

"minister!"

"Does anyone have white scallion?"

"Disarm you!"

"They'll all be petrified!"

Some people frantically began to try to rescue Fudge, while others of the Aurors attempted to capture Rice.

Rice casually dodged a few spells aimed at him, then snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

boom!

A sharp crack and an explosion rang out simultaneously. After the sounds subsided, Rice and Minister Fudge, who was lying on the ground, had both vanished without a trace.

Of course, if you look carefully, you can still find Fudge; he's everywhere.

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss, while the Daily Prophet reporter quietly asked the photographer next to him if he had captured that explosive scene on camera.

The photographer's face flushed, and he nodded rapidly. The reporter was instantly breathless with excitement.

To be fair, Fouché's life or death is not important, but whether or not the footage of a minister being assassinated in public was recorded is extremely important.

If he couldn't take a picture, he would even try to forge one.

Knowing they had uncovered a major story, the reporter and his partner retreated to a corner to observe the unfolding events.

He secretly began to hope: what if that Ras Lint came back...

But Les Lint wasn't a serial killer; he couldn't be bothered with such unnecessary actions.

After easily defeating Fudge and using Apparition to evade the Aurors' pursuit, Rice arrived at Diagon Alley.

He strolled into Gringotts with an air of nonchalance, and then politely asked the goblins to lead him to the Lint family's vault.

The great things he had done at Hogwarts had not yet reached Gringotts, so he was still the heir of the Lint family and naturally received the treatment of a VIP client.

Of course, the clever fairies wouldn't forget that Rice was currently at school, so they also informed Rice's uncle, Lucius Lint, the current patriarch of the Lint family.

Lucius was a well-informed person, so news of what Rice had done quickly reached his ears.

When Lucius learned that Rice had killed Umbridge in front of the whole class, his vision went black and he almost fainted.

For Lucius, the imprisonment of Lesker, the heir to the Lint family, in Azkaban was completely unacceptable.

"The Imperius Curse, it must be the Imperius Curse!" Lucius muttered to himself, quickly getting dressed and preparing to rush to Hogwarts to meet Minister Fudge.

He was determined to clear his nephew of all suspicion.

Then he received news that truly made him faint: Minister Fudge had been killed by his nephew at the gates of Hogwarts.

"It's over, it's all over..." Lucius, who had just woken up, slumped to the ground, on the verge of tears.

My nephew has really messed up this time; I definitely can't protect him anymore.

However, he was certain that Rice had been cursed with a soul-stealing spell, otherwise, how could his nephew have done such a thing?

To kill the Minister of Magic and walk away while the entire Auror office is under guard is simply outrageous.

When Gringotts started contacting him, Lucius couldn't sit still any longer, and he went directly to Gringotts via the Floo Network.

He could not possibly allow a suspicious person under a Soul Reaper curse into his family's vault.

When Lucius arrived, the entire Gringotts security system was mobilized. A large group of people stormed into Gringotts' underground vault with Lucius.

"My nephew has been controlled by an Imperius Curse! You must bring him back!" Lucius shouted.

The goblins of Gringotts nodded in agreement like chickens pecking at rice. They also thoughtfully told Lucius that there was a thief-proof waterfall on the underground tracks that could wash away all spells and disguises, and that his nephew might already be awake.

Of course, everyone is also very curious about what kind of soul-stealing curse could control a person to this extent.

Some things simply don't make logical sense. Because the Soul-Stealing Curse doesn't directly control a person's mind and body like the so-called "body-snatching," but rather induces a person to do certain things.

If this matter is beyond the person's ability, then it is almost impossible for the person controlled by the Soul-Stealing Curse to complete the mission.

It's like you cast a soul-stealing spell on someone and then order them to do a math problem. Even though they desperately want to solve the problem, they just can't do it.

Could it be that Les Lint actually has such high potential?

Rice felt the waterfall cascading down from the sky and sighed.

"As expected, you noticed something was wrong." He casually knocked the two fairies sitting next to him to the ground, then quietly waited for Gringotts reinforcements to arrive.

Soon, the fairy and wizard guards came into his view.

To his surprise, his adoptive uncle Lucius had also come along. This saved him some time.

"Rice—" Lucius laughed happily when he saw the water stains on Rice, but before he could react further, the fairy beside him stopped him.

"Something seems wrong..." The fairy's expression was extremely solemn. It noticed the lead fairy who had been knocked unconscious and was lying haphazardly in the corner.

"Lucius, you've come at the perfect time, saves me the trouble of looking for you." Rhys smiled and drew his wand.

The goblins became wary, and the wizard guards employed by Gringotts drew their wands.

Lucius realized something was wrong and, gritting his teeth, demanded, "Where's my nephew? Give me back my nephew!"

"This request is truly impossible to fulfill." Rice didn't know how to explain it to Lucius. Even if he told him the truth, Lucius probably wouldn't understand.

Now that he has taken over Malfoy's niche, the Malfoy in this parallel world will probably never be able to return.

But that's not necessarily true. Maybe after the four of them return to their own world, the original inhabitants who were replaced by the four of them will be able to come back?

"Who are you?" Lucius's voice continued to ring out above Rice's head.

"As compensation for replacing your nephew, I'll tell you my real name." Rice sighed, intending to reveal his identity to Lucius.

"I am Salazar Slytherin."

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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