Hogwarts Homecoming

call--

When the stone door opened, Amosta was subconsciously relieved by the cold air that hit him. He did not rush into the vault to see what was going on, but turned his head and stared at the trace of heat outside that was blocked by the green magic barrier. The impenetrable magma lake brought a comfortable smile to his lips.

The golden magma surges slowly like waves, carrying the destructive power that can destroy everything.

No wonder the goblin in Bogrod showed an expression of "You're crazy" when he heard that Amosta was going to step into the lava. Even Amosta looked back at the thick lava lake with some feeling in his heart. Throbbing but still, he beat it.

Fourteen years ago, there was a mature soul hidden in that thin body. The little wizard who walked into the Great Hall of Hogwarts with anxiety and uneasiness, had gradually acquired the skills that were passed down by people by word of mouth through his own talent and hard work. Those legendary strengths that have their names in mythology.

"call"

Amosta slowly breathed a sigh of relief again, calmed down, and pointed his gaze at the darkness in the vault that could not be penetrated even by the light of the magma.

Salazar Slytherin obviously also arranged powerful magic in his vault to ensure that the environment in the vault was suitable. When Amosta stepped through the stone door, there was only a slight breeze. There was a sudden bang, bang sound in the vault.

Under Amosta's vigilant gaze, the vault soaked in darkness elegantly lifted the black curtain, revealing its true appearance!

"Tsk tsk--"

Looking at the copper torches placed a few feet apart on the rock wall, Amosta clicked his tongue in admiration.

"The fairy fire of Gubulai is the same as the one in the secret room. He is such a willful guy--"

The pale golden bright firelight illuminated the huge vault extremely transparently. Amosta once again stepped forward and walked into the vault. The magic power radiated by the fairy fire was like a tide and substance, hitting Amosta's face like a sea breeze. .

After looking away from the immortal fires, Amosta finally looked at the treasury seriously.

The slightly undulating sound of the wind sings acapella the vicissitudes and weight of history, just like an old man whispering in Amosta's ear how magnificent the era was thousands of years ago when the afterglow of the ancient magical civilization was still extinguished.

This is a cave-like vault.

The overall rounded cave interior was not what Amosta had expected. It was a luxurious layout that Slytherin might use. Of course, it was not simple either.

The complete huge rock walls are dotted with some very good-quality, pure-color emeralds. Each of these emeralds is about the same size as the gems inlaid in the locket in Amosta's hand, and, They were scattered throughout the cave in a messy manner, shimmering under the light of Gubulai's fairy fire.

There is no doubt that this is a considerable fortune!

At this time, Amosta, who looked at these emeralds, not only did not show joy, but also showed a touch of disappointment.

It is true that these gems are valuable, but if you really want to count them, they are not even as valuable as the Gubrai Fairy Fire in the cave.

"so--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze from the emeralds inlaid on the rock wall with waning interest, and turned to look at the only thing in the vault that could be called a 'real object'.

"Is this what you left me?"

There is a stone platform connected to the earth in the center of the cave. On the stone platform the size of a washbasin are placed black wooden boxes that have been dusty for thousands of years.

Da da da--

In the empty cave, the soothing footsteps of Amosta could be heard.

Walking to the edge of the stone platform, Amosta lowered his eyes and stared at the black wooden box. His sharp vision tried to penetrate the barriers of the wooden box to explore what was hidden inside, but the wooden box was obviously not as simple as it seemed. It perfectly blocked Amosta's magical vision, leaving him with nothing to gain.

The wooden box was not sealed with some powerful magic, it was simply closed. As long as the lid was opened, the contents hidden inside would be easily accessible.

"This is not your style, Professor Slytherin. I thought there would be some difficult tests-"

Amosta said calmly, but the vertical lines between his eyebrows did not relax, nor did he rush to open the wooden box.

What will Salazar Slytherin leave behind for himself?

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed some things you can imagine now.

That was what he saw in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, the strange stone door they got from the underground of the Azkaban island, from the lair of the despicable Helbo!

According to what he saw in Helga Hufflepuff's memory, that stone door is the door to the starry sky, and the starry sky. The starry sky holds your way back - this sentence has always been engraved in Amosta's mind. , has never been forgotten.

To this day, Amosta has long understood that his memory has been tampered with, and some crucial memories have been sealed. This powerful sealing power cannot be shaken even by Amosta today. He has a kind of He felt that maybe only by going to the stars could he release the seal that imprisoned his memory.

To achieve this goal, in addition to the strange stone door, he must also obtain the coordinates-the legendary Deathly Hallows.

The Elder Wand - should be in Dumbledore's hand. Although this is just a guess, Amosta feels that it is very close.

Resurrection Stone--If Dumbledore hadn't told him that this thing fell into Voldemort's hands, then Amos would have thought that the wooden box left by Slytherin contained it.

After all, the Big Four should know that they need it, and a thousand years ago, this stone was finally kept by Slytherin.

Invisibility Cloak--Currently missing.

So, could this box contain the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Hallows that Slytherin found for him? ,

Amos narrowed his eyes and then denied the guess.

The story of the Three Hallows began to become popular in the world from the wizard fairy tale left by Beedle the Bard, and Beedle lived in an era far after the Big Four. If the Invisibility Cloak fell into the hands of the Big Four a thousand years ago and was hidden in this vault by Slytherin, then there would be no Beedle after that.

Rumble--

A roar came into Amos's ears, startling him out of his contemplation and directing his gaze to the green barrier of the stone door of the vault.

The green barrier that blocked the magma from entering the vault was trembling slightly under the impact of the endless flow of magma. The barrier that could perfectly block the sound just now actually let the roar of magma into the vault.

Looking at the gradually weakened magic barrier, Amosta narrowed his eyes and found that the magic flowing in the invisible magic corridor on the stone door became stagnant.

This shouldn't be.

The magic left by Salazar Slytherin has well protected his vault for thousands of years. It doesn't make sense that there would be problems as soon as the door was opened.

Indistinctly, Amosta seemed to smell some kind of "conspiracy".

A sense of urgency emerged from Amosta's heart. He didn't delay any more. He moved his wand lightly, and the black wooden box in front of him opened. Salazar Slytherin's gift finally fell into his eyes.

It was a bottle of potion and a stack of manuscripts!

The wooden box contained a glass bottle, which contained a potion that looked very much like Felix Felicis, but was slightly clearer. Amostar let the glass bottle float slowly in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He found that there were many transparent mayflies floating in the golden liquid. These small creatures, which were uncertain whether they were real life, swam happily in the golden liquid, emitting unusual activity.

After searching his own knowledge of potions, Amostar did not find out what the potion left by Slytherin was. Maybe Slytherin brewed it himself. Considering that his potion level far exceeded that of the three founders, this thing must be very precious.

After looking at it for a while, Amostar held the potion in his palm and picked up the manuscript at the bottom of the box. When he recognized the meaning of the words written in general runes on the first page, Amostar suddenly widened his eyes and trembled.

"Soul nourishing potion?"