The years of welding at Hogwarts

Not knowing how deep he was underground, and unable to find the way back to Hogwarts for a moment, Noah's magic power quietly spread out.

He tried to take all objects within the range of his magic power into his perception, but when his magic power had only spread out a few hundred meters, a huge monster blocked his perception.

After passing a strange stalagmite that looked like a bamboo forest, Noah saw a mysterious building with a peculiar shape in this huge underground space that looked like a maze.

Its shape is similar to that of a pyramid, but it is stepped. There are thirteen floors in total, and they get smaller as they go up.

A square temple is built on top of a flat-topped pyramid.

The shape is slightly similar to the architectural wonder of ancient American civilization - Chichen Itza.

From the bottom base to the top temple, the surface of each structure was engraved with super-ancient magic words that Noah could not understand at all. It was a magical language that was even older than Niwen.

However, Noah now has no intention of studying this mysterious building.

Although he had his hands behind his back and looked calm, Noah was actually on high alert, with his eyes focused on the shadow under a huge rock in front of him.

"Come out."

Accompanied by a rustling sound, a figure shrouded in a tattered cloak moved out from the shadows little by little, with steps as slow as a dilapidated machine that had not been repaired for a long time.

"How many years have it been..."

The other person's voice was extremely hoarse and harsh. If one had to find a way to describe the other person's voice, it would be the rustling sound of an old-fashioned radio that was not tuned properly.

"I always thought no one would come here..."

As he listened to the other party speaking, Noah's brows gradually furrowed. This was not only because the other party's pronunciation was very strange, but also because his sentences also had a unique grammatical structure that was different from modern English.

Old Anglo-Saxon?

Left over from the days of the Big Four…

No, it was even much earlier than the era of the Big Four. Could it be old man Merlin?

A fireball flew forward at high speed and passed by the opponent's cheek. The flash of fire illuminated the opponent's face, allowing Noah to finally see the true face of this guy hiding in the dark.

If Voldemort lost his nose, the madness he exuded could barely make up for his shortcomings in appearance.

And the person in front of me...

No, can he really still be considered a human being?

There was only a layer of almost transparent skin wrapped around the skeleton, without any muscle. Noah could even see the dead heart in the other's chest through the translucent skin.

Although the two eyeballs were still embedded in the deeply sunken eye sockets, they were covered with a thick layer of gray.

Even the Yin corpse has more handsome features than the other.

Noah couldn't help but fall into deep thought. How on earth did this guy survive?

Did Rowena Ravenclaw go to so much trouble to plot for herself, using all sorts of means to lead herself to such a godforsaken place, just to arrange a meeting with this guy?

No, there must be something wrong.

Chapter 320 I don’t have that kind of relationship with that guy!

A vast expanse

In this space, there is nothing, only pure white.

Clean and bright.

No one knows where this place is, nor does anyone know whether there is a concept of time in this ethereal space.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a brief moment.

This space where nothing existed finally changed. A cylinder with a pointed top slowly emerged from somewhere in the void.

As the spire gradually emerged, more structures underneath it were gradually exposed. It was not until the outline of this huge building was half revealed that people were able to realize what its complete appearance was like.

That is Hogwarts Castle.

But unlike the real Hogwarts, this castle is pure white, and everything in this space is of this color.

The pure white Hogwarts Castle gleamed in the sunlight high overhead.

It was quiet all around.

Until the sound of footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere.

"There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first? How about I tell you the good news first?"

On the observatory at the highest point of the castle, a young man in a dark green robe was looking at the woman in a light blue robe in front of him with slightly curved eyes.

The young man had long flowing black hair hanging behind him, which was slightly similar to Snape's hairstyle, but he was much better than Snape in both appearance and temperament.

Even Snape, who has given up his greasy nature and turned over a new leaf and is no longer a snotty person, is no match for him.

The man's eyes were dark yellow vertical pupils that looked like poisonous rays, but they flashed a cold-blooded light under the shining and warm sun.

"The child you chose has already seen 'it'."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. On his dark green robe was embroidered a snake with silver thread, which twisted and coiled to form the shape of the letter "S", indicating his identity -

Salazar Slytherin.

The young woman standing opposite him and looking into the distance at this moment was Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Ignoring Slytherin's deliberate suspense, Ravenclaw didn't even bother to turn his head, just waiting for Salazar to continue speaking and finish everything.

"Well, you're still so boring, otherwise Helena wouldn't have left you in the first place."

Perhaps, the sharp tongue of every Slytherin headmaster was passed down from Salazar, the first headmaster.

Slytherin's words immediately caused the Ravenclaw in front of him to turn his head, and a pair of lake blue eyes without any emotion just stared at him coldly.

Shrugging his shoulders, Slytherin looked as if he was asking for a beating, as if to say, "I was just kidding you."

"The bad news is that we all underestimated the child's strength. The magic I left behind had no effect on him. He might have already fought with it now."

"Moreover, with the ability of spatial teleportation granted to him by the Phoenix bloodline, if he manages to escape, it will not be so easy for us to trick him again in the future."

Upon hearing the news, Rowena didn't even raise her eyebrows, and turned around to look at the Black Lake in the distance.

"I never intended to give Noah to it as food from the beginning."

Listening to Rowena's stubborn words, Slytherin did not comment, "But he threw your rune to a dog and was not fooled by you at all."

When Rowena heard that her rune had been fed to the dog, she still looked calm, but the veins faintly emerging on her forehead revealed her true thoughts.

If he didn't despise the dog, he should have a body that could allow his consciousness to temporarily descend upon him at this moment, and with the help of this body, he should be able to walk in the world of the living again.

With his back to Slytherin, Ravenclaw quickly adjusted his emotions, "How are you better than me?"

"The descendants who stayed in that world fell into decline generation after generation until they became what they are today. The only remaining descendant is now just a broken soul without even a body."

The Slytherin's mouth twitched.

Rowena Ravenclaw's words directly pointed out the biggest stain in his life. That group of unfilial descendants were really capable of ruining the family. They had ruined the Slytherin family into what it is now.

And this is only a thousand years.

A thousand years may seem like a long time in the magical world, but in fact it is just an insignificant fragment in the entire history of mankind.

In those ancient countries with a long history of civilization, aristocratic families that have been passed down for thousands of years are rare but not uncommon.

"I think we should stop exposing each other's shortcomings."

Slytherin wisely chose to let go of such a question, but Rowena had no intention of letting it go. As a particularly petty old goblin, if she was treated sarcastically, she would definitely treat others sarcastically in the same way.

"Haha, no wonder that Gryffindor guy ended up parting ways with you."

Upon hearing this, Slytherin clenched his fists.

His voice became even louder, "How many times have I told you this! Godric and I are not in that kind of relationship!"

"Who knows?"

Rowena's lips curled up slightly, with an ambiguous smile on her delicate face, "You have all done intimate things like sleeping in the same bed..."

"Then you and Helga..."

Slytherin was interrupted by Ravenclaw before he could finish his words. "Oh, Helga and I are just close, that's all. It's normal for a girl to do something like this than a boy, isn't it?"

Slytherin, who was completely defeated, waved his hands helplessly, but he still wanted to defend his orientation. "I even have a wife. Why do you think that Godric and I..."

His spellcasting chant was interrupted once again.

"What did I say? Haven't you always been emphasizing the relationship between you and Godric from the beginning to the end? The more guilty a person is, the more he will make excuses for himself."

"Whatever you think."

Slytherin admitted that he was no match for this woman whose mind was narrower than a needle tip when it came to bickering, even though his sharp tongue was the most powerful among the four.

But for some reason, every time the four of them quarreled with each other, they were always the ones who suffered in the end.

Godric Gryffindor, that seemingly honest and simple idiot, always uses the most simple and unpretentious sincerity to make himself angry to death.

As an expert in civil war, Ravenclaw was able to accurately seize the black spots on them and attack them fiercely every time.

Of course, this petty old goblin was no match for the Gryffindor idiot when it came to bickering.

Sometimes, sincerity is the most powerful weapon.

Helga was too good-tempered to ever get involved in their quarrels.

On the contrary, every time when the other few of them quarreled, she would always stand by with a smile on her face, and when she noticed that the quarrel was about to escalate into a fight, she would step forward and take the initiative to mediate.

Since she didn't participate in the quarrel, she never suffered any loss from Rowena's sweet mouth.

So, it seems that I am the one who suffers every time.

Slytherin said that he was used to it, his heart was tired and he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"hehe."

Slytherin sneered and crossed his arms in a provocative manner, "Unlike you who can only continue to be trapped in this shabby place where no one comes, I will soon be able to regain my freedom to walk in the world again."

"Just stay in this damn place and observe the magical world secretly like a gloomy peeping Tom."

They didn't even bother to look back at Slytherin, and didn't see any movement from Ravenclaw. The world they were in suddenly began to spin like a dizzy mess.

The walls of Hogwarts Castle began to fold and shrink inward, and the originally not-so-wide observatory began to stretch out into the distance like a stretched carpet.

In just a few seconds, the distance between Rowena and Salazar rapidly expanded from less than five meters to several thousand meters.

This obviously means "Get as far away from me as possible."

Slytherin chuckled. As he existed as a soul, his figure began to fade at this moment, as if someone was using some kind of adjustment tool to increase his transparency little by little.

Until the end, Slytherin's figure completely disappeared from this space, as if he had never existed.

……

In the mysterious underground space, Noah was confronting the skinny body in front of him.

Without knowing whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, Noah's magic power was quietly surging in his body, and the active magic power could be activated at any time.

The strands of magic power emanating from his pores formed an invisible and tough barrier around Noah.

The completed armor protection spell still did not bring Noah much sense of security. Positive emotions were also brewing in Noah's brain, ensuring that he could release the Patronus spell anytime and anywhere.

After completing these preparations, Noah searched through his brain for the little knowledge he had learned about Old Anglo-Saxon, and spoke haltingly with no clear grammatical errors.

"who are you?"

When the skinny zombie heard Noah's question, it was like an old broken computer from thirty years ago that could not handle such a complex calculation in a short period of time. It crashed for a long time before speaking in his noisy voice that was no different from a beginner playing the erhu:

"my name……"

"I have had many names, but it was so long ago that I don't remember them."

The eyes of the living dead, which were covered with a thick layer of white film, suddenly widened at this moment. Even through the heavy barrier, Noah could sense that there was no good intention in the other party's gaze staring at him.

"As long as I have your body, I can get a brand new name!"

The living dead roared loudly, and in an instant, he burst out with an extremely fast speed that was completely inconsistent with his zombie-like body. He was almost at the moment when Noah blinked.

It was less than five meters in front of him.

Noah no longer concealed his hostility. The incandescent light of the Patronus spell instantly surrounded Noah's body. Together with the super-strong armor barrier that had already been formed, it formed a silver body that wrapped up Noah completely.

The golden-red flames rising from his feet gradually engulfed the silver body of the physical guardian, until it finally turned into a gold and red medieval-style armor, and a crimson cloak fell behind Noah.

A vibranium sword flashing with cold light appeared in Noah's hand.

Ever since he merged with Fox's bloodline, the heretic wizard Noah was too lazy to use the title of Kamar-Taj melee mage to deceive people, and directly transformed himself into a berserker wielding a two-handed greatsword.