Chapter 85: I do not know

Chapter 85: I do not know

"Please..." Slytherin looked at Iger with a hint of pleading: "I can teach you everything I know."

"Deal!" Iger agreed without blinking an eye...

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Iger smacked his lips: "But the closest things have been made into Horcruxes by your heir... Do you have a way to separate your soul?"

So far, all five horcruxes have been collected.

Hufflepuff's Gold Cup; Ravenclaw's Crown; Resurrection Stone Ring; Diary and a Locket...

The ring and locket had been destroyed, and in order to prevent Voldemort from finding out, there were still three undamaged Horcruxes, including the relics of the two giants.

"The Horcrux..." Slytherin sneered in disgust: "I watched the notebook made by that kid, but I learned Haierbo's notorious skills thoroughly..."

"Isn't the basilisk also made by Haierbo?" Iger looked at Slytherin with contempt.

"It's not the same, you don't know, how cute that little guy was when he was born... oh... Merlin's beard, from the beginning I watched you and that Snape sneak into the back room, I knew he was going to **** you sooner or later The dining table..." Slytherin babbled like a widow, looking dissatisfied with Iger.

Iger didn't think there was anything wrong with Slytherin like this. After all, he hadn't spoken to anyone for a thousand years. It was normal for him to talk a little bit, even if this person was a Slytherin who was known for being aloof and cold, he would have guessed earlier. just crazy.

"I like to play with snakes since I was a child. They always send me a lot of things, wild fruits and wild flowers, of course, sometimes they also send some dead birds, dead mice, etc., but this is their heart..." Slytherin Some lowered his head: "When the children around me called me a freak, only they were as gentle to me as ever..."

"Iger, you have to know that Parseltongue has never been popular with others, even wizards..." Slytherin whispered with a flat expression: "Apart from snakes, Godric was my first friend, and I later The reason why I chose to leave was because I didn't want our friendship and hard work to be torn apart because of the concept. On the day I left, I closed the secret room and sealed all my past on this portrait, preserving the original image of me when I was eighteen. Seeing their personalities at the time, hopefully one day I'll be able to tell them what I think when one of them dominates the House, but after I'm gone, the Hogwarts we've been fighting to symbolize the dominance of Hogwarts. The Gwarts title deed has never been signed by any of them, they sealed the title deed and preserved the tradition of the title deed ever since…”

Iger gritted his teeth and listened to Slytherin's story with some pain.

"I hate people like you the most. You don't want to say something straight, you're tired and crooked..." Iger stared at him and turned away gloomily: "You make me very irritable, it's not HAPPYENDING. The ending is heartbreaking…”

His eyes were slightly red, and Iger's voice sounded a little dull: "I will help you, remember what you said, I have to teach me everything I want to learn."

"Deal!" Slytherin agreed more readily than Iger just now.

"The basilisk must die, there is no negotiation, that thing is sticking to human life." Iger said decisively.

"Yes, but I must first remind you not to have high expectations. The taste of that thing is actually no different from ordinary snake meat..." Slytherin said softly.

"How...how did you know?" Iger looked at Slytherin strangely.

"In fact, I raised two at the beginning. When the eggshell was first born, the eyes of the baby snake were not fatal. It only made people feel a little dizzy, similar to the ordinary little snake." Slytherin looked a little bit. Oops, he sighed in disappointment, and muttered to himself with empty eyes: "Hogwarts was just founded at that time, and when I let them go out to play, one of them accidentally fell into Helga's hands, she has always been I'm a little obsessed with cooking. Godric brought me soup that night with snake soup, and then almost lost the other one... In fact, this is part of the reason why we quarreled later..."

"Stop! Stop talking!" Iger collapsed while holding his forehead.

According to you, the secret room is specially designed to protect the basilisk, right?

The legendary image of the four giants was destroyed in Iger's mind, and turned into four little magical young men who were somewhat amused and had a hint of nervousness.

Anyway, the difference is too big...

"I'm going to get the Horcrux. You'd better think of some way to get the soul out of the Horcrux." Iger didn't intend to listen to the grudges and grievances of a thousand years ago, and tried to reorganize his three views and turned around. Hastily ran away.

In the principal's room, the Sorting Hat was muttering and compiling his new song. He seemed to be quite content. From time to time, he asked Phineas's opinion on the wall above the cabinet, which made Phineas very annoying. Impatiently coaxing this Hogwarts mascot for thousands of years...

On the shelf next to the principal's desk, Fox heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look. The familiar blonde hair came into view, and he flew to the astronomical observation shelf above the roof in a panic.

"What are you doing here?" Fox looked at Iger eagerly.

"Is Professor Dumbledore here?" Iger felt that he had better communicate with Dumbledore first. What if Slytherin lied to him?

"No, go out." Fox grunted reluctantly.

"If he comes back, please help me tell him that I met Salazar Slytherin." Iger looked at Fox and said softly.

"It's rare, you are so polite..." Fox raised his head and snorted: "Please beg me!"

Igman fiddled with his wand silently, and Fox hurriedly said, "I'll tell him, get out!"

Iger nodded with satisfaction, took out the crown and golden cup from the desk, turned and was about to leave.

"Salazar Slytherin?" A portrait of a wizard with a hearing aid on the side stopped Iger. Iger turned his head to look, and the portraits in the principal's office opened their eyes and looked at Iger in surprise.

"Child, is what you said true?" Dalys Dewant looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger is very fond of this former female principal who has saved countless lives, and she is the most kind in the portrait in the principal's office.

"Yes, I have verified that he speaks Parseltongue. It is Slytherin at the age of eighteen, and Slytherin sealed everything in the title deed." Iger nodded.

"With all due respect, child, Parseltongue is not such a rare ability, it's just that many wizards who have this ability keep silent. I've seen three in my life, and they're all with Slytherin. It doesn't matter at all, I think you should be more secure and wait for Dumbledore to come back." An old man looked at Iger and said kindly, the old man's name was Evra, when he was the headmaster, he also served as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, he has his own portrait in the Ministry of Magic, and he is also a relatively stable headmaster.

Iger thought about it, the portrait in the room in front of him was considered a great man in the wizarding world when he was alive, and he was basically a model of old age. Even Slytherin would not buy it here. Thinking of this, Iger clicked. Nodding, put the gold cup and crown back.

"Please hurry up, I don't want to have a boring boy portrait following me all day long..." With a long sigh, Iger turned and left.

Half an hour later, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Iger pinched his chin and looked at the boy in front of him thoughtfully, and asked for the twenty-eighth time, "Are you really Salazar Slytherin?"

Slytherin: "..."

"I can speak Parseltongue!" Slytherin looked at Iger angrily.

"It's nothing unusual, I will also say, do you think I look like a Slytherin?" Iger pouted: "Harry will also say, but for other reasons..."

It seems that I am still too young, and I was almost led by the nose in front of the guy...

It seems that it is too naive to correct the problem of what I listen to and what to believe.

"I can control the castle, this can always prove it?" Slytherin pointed to the door of the dark magic classroom, and the door closed with a bang.

"I can too!" Iger snorted and pointed, and the door opened again.

Slytherin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "You could be because your name is on the title deed, and you have the right to control Hogwarts according to the contract, but I…"

"But you may also be a Horcrux!" Iger looked at the boy in front of him seriously: "Like some notebook in Dumbledore's drawer?"

"You are insulting me!" Slytherin seemed to be provoked: "I won't use such inferior means to split my soul, huh... As long as I think, I can have a more perfect way of longevity!"

"Do you have a Philosopher's Stone?" Iger tilted his head.

"No..." Slytherin was stunned when he heard the words.

"Nothing without you..." Iger curled his lips.

WTM! ! Ahhh! Slytherin is going crazy, who's going to help me kill this bastard?

"The more perfect way of longevity...what is it?" Iger looked at Slytherin in front of him curiously.

"I won't tell you!" Slytherin snorted suddenly, raising his chin proudly.

"So childish, it really can't be Slytherin..." Iger muttered.

"Me! Yes! Salazar Slytherin!" The boy's face was distorted with anger, his voice sounded a little broken, looking at Iger with hatred, Slytherin almost cried: "I didn't lie to you, I am Salazar!"

Iger looked suspiciously at the portrait in front of him: "You are not very stable..."

"I said this is my eighteen-year-old portrait and personality!" Slytherin looked at Iger frantically.

Portraits are not good at this point, they won't grow, and when the personality is given, the portrait will be the personality of when, at most, the memory will become more, but the personality will not change.

"I can control the guardian magic of the entire school, how could I not!" Slytherin leaned helplessly against the frame beside him, and muttered to himself weakly.

"I can... wait! Guardian magic?" Iger squinted at the boy in the portrait in front of him: "Can I understand that you threw me out of the girls' dormitory that day?"

Slytherin gave Iger a dry look: "I'm really Salazar Slytherin..."

"Answer my question, bastard!" Iger looked at the portrait in front of him with a distorted expression, his anger was no longer enough to describe his state at this time.

"No...that magic was left by Rowena..." Slytherin looked at and smiled shyly with Iger: "The men in the girls' dormitory will be thrown out indiscriminately, you should be glad that you are in Gryffindor Lots of towers, if you're in Slytherin you'll be thrown into Black Lake..."

"You started the magic, right?" Iger twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I just follow my mission... it's just..." Slytherin smiled awkwardly and politely: "Because of the male students, all the girls' dormitories in the school were imposed layer by layer by Rowena. All kinds of magic, of which Gryffindor Tower is the most..."

The two were arguing when a tall white figure walked in outside the door.

Dumbledore looked slightly surprised at the portrait in front of Iger, and then looked at Iger and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Your Excellency Slytherin." Dumbledore and Iger are still different, not as suspicious as Iger.

"Albus Dumbledore..." Slytherin looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him and said, "You are really the smartest junior I have ever met. You should be in Slytherin. You are very smart, noble and brave..."

Iger's mouth twitched, and he looked at the portrait in front of him with a smile: "Haha..."

Is this scene inexplicably familiar?

"It seems that my guess is correct..." Dumbledore was noncommittal to Slytherin's words: "Since you signed the title deed, Iger, I have felt that there is something different in the castle, even those who used to be clueless. The stairs all lead the students in the exact direction of their respective classrooms, of course, I don't think anyone other than a boring person like me should find this problem."

How boring is it to do this kind of thing?

So Slytherin said Dumbledore was aware of his existence only because the old man was too boring?

This is too low, right?

"Forgive me for accidentally overhearing your conversation. I don't know what Mr. Slytherin wants Iger to do?" Dumbledore looked at the portrait in front of him calmly.

"I want to see them again..." Slytherin looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"If that's the case, then we need a little help..." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "Let's go to the headmaster's room and talk slowly..."

A few minutes later, in the principal's room, a group of principals on the wall looked strangely at the newly added photo frame. The black-haired boy in the photo frame frowned slightly, and looked at the aging principals around him a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, Salazar... long time no see!" The ragged mouth of the Sorting Hat looked at the portrait in front of him in surprise, and Iger looked at the portrait of Slytherin in surprise: "It looks really..."

"I've already said it!" Slytherin yelled rudely.

Dumbledore looked at Slytherin calmly He was not at all strange about the performance of the other party. When Snape first contacted Iger, the situation was worse than him...

"Godric told me a long time ago that you will definitely come back one day." The Sorting Hat laughed cheerfully, looking very relieved.

"I... never left." Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at the broken hat in front of him.

"Of course, the same can be said. After all, who would have thought that you would always stay in the title deed..." The Sorting Hat muttered.

Slytherin looked impatient. He didn't really like Gryffindor's dirty, talkative hat.

"Aha..." The Sorting Hat bent its pointed tip: "So, you want to ask me about the last thing about Gryffindor and the others, don't you?"

"That's right." Slytherin nodded.

"I don't know..." The Sorting Hat stared straight at Slytherin.