Is this 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 heart quietly faded away. He looked at the pale green face on the wall that was gradually fading, and his mind that slowly became clearer became a little muddier.
"...What does this 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 us, and the secret room was full of large and small stones, which had been damaged to a great extent. And after he looked around for a week, 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. And what about 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 efforts were in vain! If I had known better, I 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, the strange and inexplicable power suddenly wrapped around his heart!
Enns' feet trembled suddenly, and he froze in place like a stone sculpture.
"If a foolish person inherits 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!"
At 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 didn't know that that kind of power actually came from "language". Only those who can understand Parseltongue will deeply feel this weird and terrifying soul bondage.
"Hiss-ha-his-ho-his-"
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 muttered something strenuously, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward. But this was only one step, and he felt extremely powerful pain - it was not a heart-rending pain, but an indescribable burden that made him afraid that he would never be able to forget tonight's scene for the rest of his life. Unexpected disaster."
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 was still walking forward, pausing for a long time every step he took. Just as Slytherin said just now, now he can only rely on his innate perseverance to barely support himself.
Maybe... maybe falling down would end it all, and Enns vaguely understood this. But at this time, which man would choose to retreat in vain? At least he was never willing to admit that there was a cowardly part of him.
Thinking about it just now, the pace when you left was more than relaxed? But now, he has experienced it personally. It turns out that sometimes walking a few steps can turn into a torture that seems to be far away.
The sluggish muscles and every joint on the body seemed to be out of control. Only by concentrating hard could one drag the legs, but he still had to be distracted to control the balance of the body.
How many more 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 half an hour...or a few hours? Of course, it's possible that only a few minutes have passed... Enns wasn't sure. He only knew that a voice suddenly entered his mind in a daze.
"... Enter the secret chamber behind me! Successor... you will know where the next destination is... Take my basilisk with you, it will give you appropriate help... bury those who deserve to die, and then accept me A gift to you.”
"When you return triumphantly from there, take my things to Rowena's tower! When you get there, waiting for 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 trailed off, and the hissing sound left Enns's mind. Immediately afterwards, he finally couldn't resist the double 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 worktables arranged in a circle has been placed. And above the arena, a surprisingly 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.
Currently, Maka is sitting in the front row of the VIP seats, and beside him are Professor McGonagall and the Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeour. Behind them, Sarah and Fatty Noah, who are family members of the chief judge, were also sitting side by side.
"Mr. McClain, 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 a good candidate?"
Maka knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was actually "Are there any unknown candidates you like?" 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 definitely be a bargaining chip for free selection and recruitment in the future. .
"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 delegations from Africa and Mesopotamia will There should be a lot of outstanding performances. As for the individual players... the one who stands out among the first batch should be the man wearing a Muggle tuxedo... "
Scrimgeour followed Maka's line of sight and quickly found the target Maka was talking about among the players who were still waiting for the game to start.
He was a middle-aged wizard with a relatively 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 see 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 to be quite calm and unhurried. ,Do not you think so?"
"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, even though he was also a descendant of the Hohenheim family and seemed to be the only heir. But as far as alchemy is concerned, I have 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, but Sarah did not just brush it off this time. After taking a few glances into the venue, she shook her head slightly.
"Well," Sarah said softly, "Professor MacLean, I think you are right."