Taking stock of the contrasting scenes of the original god, starting with the rock god Zhongli

The man had red hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, a handsome face like a statue, and a mustache on his chin.

He had a piece of skin attached to him that looked like a splinter of wood, and he felt like a wooden man.

Alarm bells blared in Zhongli's mind. He silently tightened his grip on the sword. The wand in his left hand was frozen there, ready to cast a spell at any time.

"you?"

The last sawdust on the scrap wood stuck to his face, and the originally large and thick wooden sword now turned into a thin stick.

The man opened his eyes, widened his eyes, and blurted out the first In short:"You must be a Gryffindor!""

"Well......I'm Slytherin"

"Slytherin?"

The man looked at Zhongli blankly. He held a sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand. He obviously attacked like this. You said you were Slytherin?

Godric Gryffindor laughed loudly:"Stop lying. , if you can pass the test I left, there is no way in my hat you will be admitted to Slytherin."

Although he was sure it was a joke played by the young wizard, Zhongli still heard something was wrong.

Your hat?

The Sorting Hat?

Zhongli asked uncertainly:"Can I know who you are?"

"Godric Gryffindor, if you like, you can call me Old Head of House."

The Gryffindor looked like he was in his prime. He habitually wanted to touch his beard, but stopped because he still remembered that his body was what he looked like when he was young.

"The founder of the Fourth Academy?"Zhongli was greatly shocked.

"Or you can call me this, this is the room I left, how was it used, how is Gryffindor doing now, did they beat Slytherin in the House Cup."

In Gryffindor's mind, Zhongli is still in Gryffindor. Gryffindor shudders when he thinks of his former good friend Salazar Slytherin.

Between Gryffindor and Slytherin There seems to be an old grudge that has existed since the founding of the school.

Seeing that he hated Slytherin so much, Zhongli silently pointed to the green on his shirt and said:"Whether you believe it or not, I am really a Slytherin."

Tempting Green and silver dazzled on the wizard's robes, and Gryffindor suddenly felt uneasy

"Damn it, did my hat really get ruined when he was sorted into Slytherin?"

Not to mention the Gryffindor Lions, even Gryffindor himself seriously doubted whether his hat was malfunctioning now.

Zhongli didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile awkwardly.

Godric - Gryffindor was a little embarrassed, because the student whose test results reappeared was not Gryffindor.

But the secret room he left behind was open to the whole school, and he was eager to find an outstanding heir.

But this heir was Slytherin, and he I had no choice but to hold my nose and admit it.

"Well, you passed the test and can inherit my inheritance.'"

Gryffindor waved the wand in his hand, and the fallen figure returned to normal. He walked to the fireplace, and two chairs appeared out of thin air.

He sat on one of the chairs, with the wand in his hand like a branch.

"If you pass the next test, I will give you the power you want. Zhong

Li sat quietly at the table. Hearing these words, he hesitated for a while and asked,"I was wondering, if I pass your test, will I be expelled from Slytherin?" Gryffindor said calmly:"Isn't it right to be expelled? Pure-blood families are usually not short of money.""

"It doesn't matter if Dean is Gryffindor, I'm a Muggle."

"Um?"

Gryffindor was shocked: Forget about Slytherin, you are still a Muggle.

What happened to Hogwarts during his absence, and what Muggles did Slytherin plant in it?

Feeling the news of the explosion, Gryffindor said that he needed to think about it. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

"Have Gryffindor and Slytherin changed their names?"

He looked at Zhongli again. The more he looked at this version, the more likely it seemed.

It turned out that Godric Gryffindor was a big boy, and Salaka Slytherin was brave, calm, adventurous, and eager. Magic.

The two people were not only opposites, but also best friends. Even if they parted ways later, the parting was peaceful. The unique Godric Gryffindor didn't think much about it. He said:"Don't worry, my legacy applies to The whole school, you will not be expelled"

"That's good."

Zhongli breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he would not be expelled. Although the inheritance tastes good, if he is expelled, Voldemort will not be able to resurrect him.

"There are three trials: forest bird, mountain lion and sword warrior.

"I'll be watching you during the grind."

Gryffindor was about to wave his wand as he spoke, but Zhongli raised his hand to interrupt him. Zhongli said apologetically,"I'm sorry, Head of Gryffindor, I may not be able to talk anymore, it's time to go to bed."

Gryffindor held his breath. He had prepared all the moves, but Zhongli took the lead.

"Then next time!"Gryffindor held it in for a long time before saying this.

"Thank you, Head of Gryffindor."

Zhongli stood up and saluted and was about to leave, but he was startled when he heard that the trial was about to begin.

[Ding, mission challenge, Gryffindor inheritance level one, Forest Bird, get any reward +1 points, enchantment: Forest Flyer].

Zhongli didn't wear any amulets, he didn't want to take the risk of not being fully equipped.

Starting small is the long-term solution.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhongli was ready to gather strength and set off again.

The next day

Zhongli came to the Great Hall. The meal in the morning was very rich, including porridge, pickled herring, bread, eggs and bacon.

Although eating pickled herring in the morning is like eating snail food with white porridge, Zhongli's stomach has long been well-proportioned after so many years. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After finishing the bread and porridge, he sat down next to the blond girl.

Daphne stared in the direction of Zhongli's handsome face and laughed inexplicably.

She seemed to say casually,"Zhongli, you know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart, and my mother likes him very much."

Zhongli took a sip of porridge, nibbled on a few pieces of appetizing meat, and spoke earnestly. He said:"I have read his book, and it is really good, but I don't know how well he teaches it." The

Defense Against the Dark Arts lecturer changes every year, resulting in uneven levels of students in this course.

Zhongli didn't understand what the school was thinking. If it had to be so stubborn, couldn't it just change the name and teach the same class, couldn't it be called"~Fighting Dark Magic"?

What does Voldemort's curse on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor have to do with my being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

It is unknown whether this curse is real or not, but it is true that it consumes one professor a year.

Teacher Quirrell in the previous school year was not serious at all in class. Zhongli, who later studied black magic with him, knew that Quirrell's level was not low, he just deliberately concealed it.

Malfoy came over with two followers. He excitedly approached Zhongli and said,"Zhongli, this time Potter and the annoying Weasley are in trouble. They came to school in a speeding car. I'm sorry you didn't go to the Great Hall yesterday.."

Rumors quickly spread, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's reckless behavior.

Harry also realized that he had done something stupid, and in return Hermione was angry.

As the intellectual burden of three toddlers, Hermione couldn't believe someone could actually be that stupid.

She looked at the book"A Boat Trip with a Vampire" with great interest. She liked reading this book and was completely obsessed with it. Looking at the author Gedroy Lochard, she was even more full of longing..

Today the postman came, and hundreds of owls crowded into the Great Hall, creating a chaotic mess overhead.

An old owl flew towards Gryffindor. It wanted to stop, but it plunged into Hermione's milk jug.

"Errol!"

This old owl belongs to the Weasley family. Ron saved it when he saw the red envelope in its mouth.

Howling letter.

Now there is something good to watch. Zhongli saw Malfoy turn around. direction, watching with interest the abominable performance that follows.[]

"Haha, howling letter, something is going to happen to Weasley."Malfoy said gloatingly, and the attendant standing next to him also made a contemptuous gesture.

Ron held up the Howling Letter and reluctantly opened it, and Neville whispered:

"You'd better open it, it will be worse if you don't open it. My grandmother once sent me a letter and I ignored it........"

Neville shuddered at the thought of that horrific scene.

Ron swallowed hard. He knew without thinking that the consequences would be dire.

With shaking hands he opened the howling letter.

A huge roar from inside made the entire auditorium tremble. Zhongli saw a handful of ashes fall into his porridge. Without moving, he moved the porridge in front of Malfoy.

Malfoy was admiring the scene of Weasley's life and death. He picked up the porridge and drank a big mouthful. The porridge was too little, so he finished it in three or two gulps....