harry potter book of crimes
Chapter 690 Information that was missed
This is Salazar Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?
Even though the green shadow was somehow stuck in the stone wall, even if Enns could only see half of his face when he looked over, the strange magic mixed in that voice made Enns completely unable to see it.
No time for him to care.
He didn't even realize that the scene of half a face popping up on the wall in front of him was actually inexplicably ridiculous, as if someone had bricked it into the wall.
"Although the token you hold has awakened the memory I left behind, it is impossible for me to recognize your strength. Turn around and leave! Stupid successor..."
When the last sentence gradually settled, the power that seemed to bind Enns's mind also quietly faded away. He looked at the pale green face on the wall that gradually faded, and his mind gradually became clearer.
A little more muddy.
"...What does this all mean?" Enns blinked in confusion and looked around, "Even if I don't go back, where else can I go?"
The end was already in front of him, and the secret room was full of large and small stones, which had been destroyed to a great extent. When he looked around, naturally he found nothing.
"Alas..." He shook his head and thought to himself, "Maybe there was something in the past, but now it's all gone. What else is the 'basilisk'? Power and gold? It must have been taken away by someone long ago.
The lucky guy was taken away..."
Enns muttered to himself, turned around and walked back - just think that all his hard work was in vain! If he had known better, he would have stopped translating ancient texts and reserved time to practice magic spells.
However, he did not notice that when he turned around and took the first step to leave, the green face on the wall that had almost disappeared suddenly became solid again.
Yes, every time he took a step, the green shadows that originally turned into dots of green light particles that dispersed very closely gathered together. And as Enns walked step by step to the center of the secret room, that weird and inexplicable wave
Power suddenly wrapped around his heart again!
Enns' feet trembled suddenly, and he froze in place like a stone sculpture.
"If a foolish person inherits from Godric, he will definitely choose to move forward after hearing what I just said; only my successor who is shrewd and wise can consider the risks hidden in moving forward recklessly...
…”
The parseltongue hiss echoed again.
"However, I have never denied the necessity of courage. Moderate persistence will give wizards the opportunity to get up again after falling on the journey of magic. The ups and downs in the future are inevitable, and the courage to choose is also what supports us wizards to step forward.
To the foundation of glory.”
Having said this, the Slytherin shadow in the wall paused for a moment, and then whispered in his hoarse Parseltongue:
"Successor...now, look back!"
Under Salazar Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Enns turned around stiffly, and he could even hear the rattling sounds in his joints that were not very cooperative.
"Then, show me your perseverance that has been approved by Helga, and come in front of me again."
By now, even Enns, who didn't know much about various magic theories, had somewhat understood that the power that made his body and mind feel as if they were rusty seemed to originate from Salazar Slytherin's words.
.
But he doesn't know that that power actually comes from "language". Only those who understand Parseltongue will deeply feel this weird and terrifying soul bondage.
"Hiss - ha hiss ho hiss -"
The sound continued, but this time it turned into some meaningless Parseltongue syllables, but there was a little more strange rhythm in it.
The burden is getting heavier and heavier.
"It seems...I can't do it even if I don't agree..."
Enns murmured something with difficulty, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward. But it was only one step, and he felt extremely powerful pain - it was not a heartbreaking pain, but a pain.
Such an indescribable burden made him afraid that he would never be able to forget tonight's "unreasonable disaster" for the rest of his life.
If Maka were here today, he might be able to realize that Salazar's understanding and application of the rules of the soul has definitely reached an extremely high level.
Enns is still walking forward, pausing for a long time every step he takes. Just as Slytherin said just now, he can only rely on his innate perseverance to hold on.
Maybe... maybe falling down can end it all, and Enns vaguely understands this. But at this time, which male would choose to retreat cowardly? At least he is never willing to admit that there is a cowardly part of him.
of.
Thinking about it just now, the pace when leaving was more than relaxed? But now, he experienced it personally. It turns out that sometimes walking a few steps can become a torture that seems to be far away.
The sluggish muscles and every joint in the body seemed to be out of control. Only by concentrating hard could I drag my legs, but I still had to be distracted to control the balance of the body.
How many steps are there? How far is it?
His vision was gradually becoming blurry, and the wand and broom in his hands had long since fallen on the ground behind him. Darkness was constantly pouring into his field of vision, as if it wanted to swallow up his consciousness.
Maybe it was half an hour...or a few hours? Of course, it was actually possible that only a few minutes had passed... Enns wasn't sure, he only knew that a voice suddenly penetrated into his mind in a daze.
in mind.
"...Go into the secret chamber behind me! Successor...you will know where your next destination is...bring my basilisk with you, it will give you appropriate help...bury those who deserve to die,
Then accept the gift I give you."
"When you return triumphantly from there, take my things to Rowena's tower! When you get there, what awaits you will be the last chance to give up."
"Remember, stick to your true intentions and don't get lost in the power..."
The words gradually faded, and the hissing sound was withdrawn from Enns's mind. Then, he finally couldn't resist the exhaustion of body and soul, fell to the ground, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
…
Almost at the same time that Enns fainted, in the International Alchemy Competition Arena outside the castle, the first batch of contestants were already preparing to enter.
In the center of the arena, surrounded by a large number of spectators, a circle of alchemy workbenches were placed in a circular arrangement. And above the arena, an unexpectedly huge giant hourglass was ready to go.
The so-called alchemy, especially the research direction of material refining, naturally focuses on the production of various strange alchemical products.
At the moment, Maka is sitting in the VIP seat in the front row, and beside him are Professor McGonagall and Mr. Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic. Behind them, Sarah, who is the chief judge's family, and Fat Noah
Also sitting side by side here.
"Mr. MacLean, what do you think?" Scrimgeour was still serious as usual, but his tone when talking to Maka had a rare intimacy, "You are among the first batch of contestants.
Are you optimistic about the candidate?"
Maka knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was actually "Are there any unknown candidates you are optimistic about?" He just left out the word "unknown".
Since it is about the amount of profit that can be obtained in the end, there are definitely many people in the VIP seats closest to the arena who are paying attention at all times, trying to find potential individual alchemists before others.
And those individual alchemists who have strength and brains are probably also working hard for their "future", because they know very well that the ranking they finally obtain will be freely selected and recruited in the future.
chips.
"Well, actually I'm not very familiar with alchemy. Just listen and don't take it too seriously..." Maka said casually, "In this competition, the two representatives from Africa and Mesopotamia
The team should have a lot of outstanding performances. As for the individual players... the one who stands out among the first batch should probably be the man wearing a Muggle tuxedo..."
Scrimgeour followed Maka's line of sight and quickly found the target Maka mentioned among the players who were still waiting for the game to start.
He was a middle-aged wizard with a fairly handsome appearance. The old-fashioned black tuxedo and white shirt with lining on him actually looked very pleasing to the eye.
However, being handsome does not mean being strong.
"That person... how did you spot it?" Scrimgeour asked curiously.
"Oh, I told you not to take it too seriously -" Maka said with a smile, "I only met him briefly before the game, and I couldn't tell whether he was strong or not... I just think he seems pretty good.
It's leisurely, don't you think?"
"Uh," Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and nodded helplessly, "right..."
Maka didn't pay attention to the distress of the Minister of Magic. He thought about it and suddenly turned around and gestured to Sarah and the fat man behind him.
"What do you two think?"
When the fat man heard this, he immediately tilted his head.
"Huh? You ask me?" He scratched his scalp with a depressed expression, spread his hands and said, "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
Maka didn't care at all about the fat man's unreliability. Although this guy was also a descendant of the Hohenheim family, and seemed to be the sole heir. But in terms of alchemy, he had never seen any signs of strength.
He nodded, then looked at Sarah's face again——
Perhaps it was because she felt a little sorry for repeatedly refusing to participate, or perhaps because it had nothing to do with her own interests. Anyway, Sarah did not just brush it off this time. After looking at the venue a few times, she shook slightly.
He shook his head.
"Well," Sarah said softly, "Professor MacLean, I think you are right."
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