I swung a sword at Hogwarts

This familiar feeling, this familiar spell.

Could it be that my own Atuo is learning bad things from Daphne?

Tom ran out of Slytherin, wagging his tail, and said goodbye to Crookshanks in the courtyard.

The two little guys don't have any bad relationship because of their owner.

Hermione came out to look for Crookshanks and saw this scene.

She didn't interrupt, just watched Crookshanks lean against Tom reluctantly.

Basil streaked across the sky, and Riddle, a black long-eared owl, flew underneath it.

Suddenly, Basil set his sights on a snowy owl on the Gryffindor Tower.

next second.

A duel between Snowy Owl and Snowy Owl takes place, and Gryffindor Tower is invaded by Basil.

There were all kinds of screams and shouts, and feathers were flying around the dormitory.

Ron's owl Piglet huddled in the corner, fearing that he would be beaten too.

Harry discovered it in time, and neither he nor Ron managed to catch Basil, who escaped with a few snowy owl feathers.

Fly out and scatter feathers.

The feather floated swayingly into the corridor.

A student saw it chasing a feather and trying to catch it with great fun.

Just as Neville was walking out of Professor Sprout's office, the student bumped his head against the strong pectoral muscles as if he had hit a rock.

"Sorry." Neville stood still as a mountain and reached out to support the student.

The feather rested on Neville's shoulder and a hand tiptoed behind him to remove the feather.

Neville sensed someone and looked back.

Hannah Abbott stood there prettily, twirling a feather in her hand and smiling shyly.

Neville held out his hand, and Hannah took it, and they walked down the corridor together.

"Hi, Neville, Hannah."

Luna came bouncing by, holding some fruit and happily greeting the two of them.

The shell, which was as big as a disk, swayed and the sunlight shining on it made it sparkle.

The wooden skewers jingled against her wrists, and she walked to the window and called down, "Mr. Crooked Corner."

Release the fruit and let it fall.

The Snorlax on the first floor looks like a calf, using its horns to precisely impale the fruits one by one.

An apple hit the Snorlax on the head and rolled to the ground.

Ginny picked up the apple and threw it into the Squiggle-Horned Snorlax's mouth with the accuracy of a Chaser.

"Hi, Ginny."

Ginny saw Luna and greeted her happily: "Hi, Luna."

She waved, not noticing the long-eared house-elf walking by.

Winky, who was carrying potatoes, bumped into Ginny's feet and apologized in a very panicked manner.

Ginny generously said it was okay, and Winky ran to the kitchen with the potatoes.

Preparing the end-of-term dinner required a lot of ingredients, so Shanshan had to go further away to dig some potatoes and pumpkins.

After entering the kitchen, Shanshan entered work mode.

Dobby ran over to help her, but Winky said harshly, "Winky doesn't need Bad Dobby's help, Winky can do it himself."

It seems that Shanshan still doesn't like the fact that Dobby gets paid.

"I'm not a bad Dobby, Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby argued.

A potato rolled off the table, passed under the feet of several busy house-elves, and leaked into the floor through a drain that had been opened for cleaning.

Not too big, not too small, just enough to pass through.

The potatoes kept going down the drainpipe, all the way from the kitchen.

Finally, it fell through the pipe under Hogwarts, to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

In Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, a door opened.

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Chapter 638 Slytherin, Because I'm Proud

John reentered Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Among the secret rooms of the four founders, this one is probably the one most people know about.

An adventurous Gryffindor.

A Ravenclaw that no smart person can find.

Hufflepuff of the Midnight Service Wizards.

This secret room seemed to break the rules of the game from the very beginning.

Its existence is full of horror legends, purging those wizards who are not pure-blooded.

It breeds terrifying basilisks and magic that borders on evil.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is definitely an outlier among the four founders.

Nor did he retain consciousness like other founders.

John came again, feeling somewhat emotional.

He once fought a basilisk here and also learned soul magic here.

Before the Star Society appeared, this was John's secret base.

Only he and Harry knew how to get inside.

Various forbidden magics are experimented here.

Walking towards the huge statue, this place is built underground and darkness is the theme here.

John's eyes could see darkness, but he still chose to create a ball of light.

The ball of light hung in the sky and John walked into the statue.

There are three floors of rooms inside.

The studio on the first floor.

Office on the second floor.

The restricted books area on the third floor.

John walked into the second floor and reached out to touch the silverware on the skull.

The long box lay there quietly, empty with nothing inside.

Re-entering here, John's perspective was very different.

He glanced at the silver skull object, which was an alchemical object, and more like a Pensieve.

There is magic on it and a message written in an ancient language.

“Glory and light are indispensable.”

John picked it up and threw it away casually. There was nothing special about the long box that seemed to contain the Slytherin wand.

Holding the skull and silverware, John walked into the third floor.

The books inside can be said to be the best-preserved things in the secret room.

The previous heir was Voldemort, and that guy took away all the good things and everything he could take away.

John raised his hand and a book flew over from the shelf.

To put it bluntly, the book here is the basis of John Taboo.

John flipped through the book casually, and the obscure content became as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

His current attainments, although not reaching the level of Slytherin, can certainly give it a try.

With a wave of his hand, several books flew out from the bookshelf one after another.

Return to the second floor.

John lit the book and thick smoke floated in the space.

Then he lifted the skull silverware, and the skull opened its mouth and sucked the thick smoke into its mouth.

Green flames burned in the skeleton's eyes, illuminating the surroundings and looking very strange.

And in the space illuminated by green light, a figure appeared here.

He sat there, flipping through the book in his hand and taking notes.

Things around me also seem less ancient.

The collapsed stand was repaired and there were not one but two golden candlesticks.

John looked at the man and read slowly: "Salazar Slytherin."

This is not him, this is just a video.

This skull demonstrates what happened in the book.

Just like the statue outside, Salazar Slytherin looked like an evil wizard that would appear in a storybook.

But this Slytherin is not that old, his beard is still black.

Salazar Slytherin's research was actually very boring, and he was constantly writing before the video disappeared.

John put in several other books.

Slytherins are just like John, either researching or experimenting.

He is passionate about magic and sometimes stays in one place for a whole day.

"Otherwise they all say that I look like you."

John laughed silently, looking at Salazar Slytherin's hairless head, and he touched his own black hair.

"I can't be without hair, can I?"

He began to worry that he would become a bald man with no hair in his old age.

Until the last image ended, John couldn't help but shake his head.

"It seems that he is really not here."

He had intended to use the image to attract Salazar Slytherin to appear, but now it seemed that he did not exist.

In other words, consciousness has died.

It's embarrassing.

The four great men of Hogwarts, the ones who were supposed to be the most proficient in magic, were the first to disappear.

"Well, whether you are here or not." John put down the skull and said loudly to the empty chamber of secrets, "As a Slytherin, I still have to tell you something."

"I learned a lot in your secret room, which helped me a lot."

He waved his hands at the air and said, "I'm leaving now, leaving this school."

"I have never been awarded the title of Heir of Slytherin."

"However, as the King of Slytherin, I need to bid farewell to the great Salazar Slytherin, the founder of this house."

"Glory to Slytherin," John chuckled, "Slytherin pursues glory, obtains glory, and defends glory."

"The great Salazar Slytherin, be proud!"