Hogwarts Homecoming

Slytherin broke away from Professor Binns and stepped up the steps to the hall, with Amosta following ten feet behind him.

After the initial shock, Dumbledore began to have the energy to think about the meaning behind this wonderful experience.

Needless to say, it's all about Amosta.

Dumbledore could easily tell this from Amosta's calm expression.

Unless he has had similar experiences, it would be difficult for a wizard born in Hogwarts to maintain such a calm state of mind after meeting the four great founders. Even he couldn't.

"Gryffindor--"

While going upstairs, Dumbledore muttered enthusiastically,

"What kind of wizard is he?"

"Impressive."

Amosta said, and Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this.

It seemed that his guess was good. Amosta had indeed had a similar experience. Moreover, Amosta should have realized that his answer would lead him to guess this.

Therefore, he deliberately revealed some information to let himself know

However, Amosta should not let himself know for the time being what the purpose of the four founders was in transmitting information to him through memory.

Dumbledore's mind was racing, and he analyzed all this. He glanced at Amosta's slightly solemn profile, and the already familiar young man in front of him suddenly became a bit unfathomable.

"Oh, Professor Slytherin."

As soon as they stepped onto the platform of the second floor, two young wizards walked towards them and were startled by Slytherin.

However, unlike the ancestors of Malfoy and Greengrass, they were as silent as rabbits when they saw Slytherin.

After some surprise, they greeted Slytherin, but their tone sounded a bit distant.

These two young wizards were about the same age as later generations of students graduated. They looked similar and seemed to be brothers.

Plus, they both have their signature red hair.

"I think this should be-"

Dumbledore blinked and looked at the two young wizards with interest.

"A certain ancestor of the Weasley family?"

Amosta nodded slightly.

Judging from the clothing of the Weasley brothers, the Weasley family a thousand years ago was not so embarrassed.

Slytherin nodded imperceptibly, his expression equally cold. He glanced at the knight's swords hanging on their waists, mockery flashed in his light green pupils.

These Gryffindor students admired him very much and imitated his style crazily. They all imitated him and got themselves a nondescript sword hanging on their waist.

The two parties who encountered each other looked at each other with disgust. After nodding to each other, they staggered and moved forward.

"Are there any Weasley children in history who were in Slytherin, like Sirius?"

Amosta asked casually.

"If we talk about collateral blood relatives of the Weasley family, such examples are not uncommon, but as for direct blood relatives, I'm afraid there are none."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The stubborn inheritance of magic"

Amosta shook his head in confusion.

"Would you mind if one day I abolished the sorting system of Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Cancel the thousand-year branch system!

If Amosta's idea spreads to the outside world, I'm afraid it will immediately cause an uproar.

Every student who graduates from Hogwarts is proud of their house.

Amosta's idea may not even be supported by his closest friends.

But Dumbledore looked calm and calm, as if he was not surprised that Amosta would think so.

"The question is, how are you going to teach after the academy is cancelled, Amosta?"

"Hmm"

Amosta pondered,

"Perhaps I will extend the time for the little wizard to receive education in school, such as nine-year compulsory education.

In the first five years, all young wizards need to study public subjects, and in the four years after taking the OWLS exam, they will conduct professional studies. Subdivided majors, just like Muggle universities--" This question, Amosta I have already considered it.

If it is implemented, there will be many more subjects in the upper grades, and Hogwarts will become a comprehensive school covering the intensive study of knowledge and the teaching of professional skills, rather than simply popularizing magic education.

Of course, it is still far away from the day when Amosta will actually start to reform Hogwarts, and we need to wait until everything is settled.

At the moment, he was more concerned about what vital information Slytherin hoped to convey to him through this memory.

Among the Big Four, the most shy one is the founder of Slytherin House.

Thousands of years apart, Amosta and Slytherin had never had face-to-face communication, but Amosta always felt that he had a "dislike" for him.

They followed Slytherin to the fourth floor of the castle, walked through the winding corridors for a long time, and finally came to a corridor that was completely abandoned in the memories of the two from later generations.

Along the way, they also followed Slytherin's perspective and saw some students and professors from thousands of years ago. However, there was so little information about these people that Amosta and Dumbledore could not distinguish their identities.

They also encountered an incident of bullying.

Two Slytherin students blocked a chestnut-haired boy at the bathroom door.

Slytherin just glanced lightly, and then the problem was solved.

"It seems that our existing history is biased against the record of Salazar Slytherin--"

Watching several students fleeing quickly from the bathroom, Dumbledore said with a little emotion.

Although Slytherin clearly expressed his disgust for Muggle-born students, as the founder and professor of the school, he was still willing to protect them.

"I think it's because most of the wizards who edit history books and serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts come from the other three colleges--"

Amostard's words in a nonchalant tone made Dumbledore smile bitterly.

They stopped in front of a room with a majestic lion carved on the double doors.

Knock, knock, knock--

"It's me, Godric, I want to see you--"

Slytherin said in a low voice.

"Come in--"

Even Amostard was surprised by the rough but polite voice that penetrated the door panel and came into his ears.

He had followed Godric Gryffindor on two trips and had some understanding of this legendary wizard.

The polite tone just now was not what Gryffindor would use to greet his friends.

"Oh, this is really exciting--"

Compared to Sirius's excitement and trepidation when he met Gryffindor, Dumbledore looked much calmer, but his azure eyes still revealed great anticipation.

The corners of Slytherin's mouth twitched slightly, he said nothing, raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Gryffindor's office appeared in front of Amosstar and Dumbledore.

Compared to an office, Amosstar would rather call this house a dojo.

In the office, which was about the size of three or four classrooms, Gryffindor's desk and private bookcases and other furnishings only occupied one-fifth of the space, and the remaining large open space was surrounded by wooden shelves, which were filled with cold weapons of various styles collected by Gryffindor.

Among them, swords of various shapes occupied most of the collection, and there were also some spears and shining armor, most of which were made by goblins.

Amosta even saw a sword with a scabbard inlaid with pearls and jade, and a hilt wrapped in gold wire. This unique style undoubtedly came from the powerful dynasty in the East!

Dumbledore was also surprised for a few seconds by Gryffindor's rich collection of cold weapons. When he came to his senses, he glanced around and saw that there was no one in the bright and spacious office.

"Godric Gryffindor doesn't seem to be in the room, so who was the one who just spoke?"

Dumbledore asked with a little surprise. In a memory, his perception was useless.

Boom!

The roar of a mountain torrent was breathtaking. Amosta and Dumbledore were shocked to find that the area of ​​the office in front of them had expanded more than ten times in an instant!

It was as if a thin layer of white gauze was covering them, and everything in their vision became distorted and hazy.

The powerful magic power that permeated the space ionized the air, and thousands of red lightning bolts moved in the air like snakes!

Someone pretended to be Godric Gryffindor to attack Slytherin!

This is what Dumbledore guessed.

And in the next second, at the upper right of Salazar Slytherin, the hazy void suddenly boiled, and a sword blade as majestic and unruly as a mountain peak cut through the space and chopped towards Slytherin's forehead! (End of this chapter)