bacchusnovels Chapter 131 The Appearance of Slytherin
Chapter 131 The Appearance of Slytherin
Chapter 131 The Appearance of Slytherin (Part 2)
Just then, Sean heard an unusual sound.
The source of the sound was the enormous statue in front of him.
A low hissing sound came from inside the statue, gradually growing louder, as if something was rapidly approaching.
Followed by.
The huge stone face of Slytherin came to life, and Sean was astonished to find its mouth opening wider and wider until it formed a huge black hole.
The basilisk is coming.
To be honest, Sean likes the way the Basilisk makes its entrance—it always appears at a specific time.
In games, this situation is usually referred to in professional terms as "being camped at the respawn point".
This means that Sean only needs to prepare in advance to unleash his ultimate skill, make sure the skill's wind-up animation is right, and release it the instant the basilisk's head crawls out of the Slytherin statue.
Of course, he doesn't need any powerful special moves. As long as he can stun the snake monster, he has a hundred ways to make it his pet.
The reason Sean didn't try to control the Basilisk with Parseltongue first was that Riddle had already taken control of the Basilisk. Parseltongue could only understand what the snake was saying, but it couldn't control him.
Riddle is currently trapped inside the diary and cannot escape. (PS: In the original books, Harry's Parseltongue cannot control the Basilisk, and Riddle only emerged from the diary after absorbing Ginny's life force.)
Even if Sean had a way to get Riddle to show up, he didn't want to create any potential problems for their partnership by having Riddle on Riddle's turf.
So Sean got into position and raised his wand.
A huge surge of energy gathered at the tip of his wand.
Sean heard the basilisk's voice getting closer and closer, so he turned his head. Just as the basilisk was about to crawl out of the statue, a hissing sound came from somewhere.
Then.::
Then the basilisk retreated again, and the Slytherin statue's mouth closed once more.
The scene was deathly silent, as if something had happened, yet as if nothing had ever occurred.
Sean stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before him in disbelief.
What just happened?
Sean muttered to himself, his voice echoing eerily in the empty space.
Where did my huge snake monster go?
Sean looked around, but could only see silence and emptiness.
Before Sean could fully react, a soft cough suddenly broke the dead silence, the sound clearly coming from above the Slytherin statue in front of him.
Sean was stunned. He was sure he hadn't misheard; it was a human cough, he was sure of it.
He looked up and saw a hidden door slowly opening above the giant Slytherin statue, accompanied by a hoarse voice: "Come up..."
Sean's current predicament was not part of his plans for tonight.
He thought he was just there to pick up a pet baby.
He never imagined that things would develop in such a complicated and unpredictable direction.
Do you want a refund?
The idea flashed through Sean's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
Having come this far, he was unwilling to give up.
He wanted to see who this person was.
The series of reels in the system's inventory gave him ample confidence.
Besides, he didn't know what would happen if he went back...
So, Sean steeled himself and went up to the statue, passing through the mysterious hidden door.
The space behind the hidden door was more spacious than he had imagined, and the dim yellow wall lamps barely illuminated the concealed space.
Sean looked around and found the place filled with ancient books, scrolls, and all sorts of strange magical artifacts.
The owner of the hoarse voice was sitting at a dilapidated table, toying with an ancient magic crystal in his hand.
"Who are you?" Sean asked warily, gripping his wand tightly, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.
"Who I am is not important," the hoarse voice rang out again, and then the owner of the voice slowly raised his head, revealing an old but familiar face.
That face, though etched with the marks of time, still held a sharp glint in its deep eyes. "The important thing is, why are you here, and what are you going to do next?"
Salazar Slytherin?
The name flashed through Sean's mind like a bolt from the blue.
He couldn't believe his eyes, his shock beyond words. He stared repeatedly at the face that was exactly the same as the statue outside, trying to find any clues that could prove that what he was seeing was just an illusion.
However, no matter how hard he tried, that face remained clearly before his eyes, carrying a timeless majesty.
Hasn't he been dead for almost a thousand years?
How...did I end up here?
He thought that the biggest boss he faced in this world was Dumbledore, but he didn't expect... there was someone even more senior than Dumbledore.
Are Slytherin and Dumbledore stronger or weaker?
He won't die here today, will he?
"Salazar Slytherin?" Sean composed himself, then asked, feigning calmness, "What are you doing here?"
"This is my secret chamber," Slytherin said slowly.
Upon hearing this, Sean blushed.
Indeed, this Chamber of Secrets was built by Slytherin; they are the true owners, while I am merely an outsider.
Asking the owner why they are in their own home in front of them is a bit outrageous.
"Why are you here?" Slytherin asked for the second time.
"To carry on the will you left behind," Sean said with righteous indignation.
"My will?" Hearing this unexpected answer, Slytherin couldn't help but ask curiously, "My will what?"
"Kill those Muggle students!" Without any hesitation, Sean gave this answer.
Upon hearing this answer, Slytherin fell silent.
After a long silence, he asked, "What year is it now?"
"1992." As if afraid that Slytherins wouldn't know the significance of this number, Sean added, "This year marks the 992nd anniversary of Hogwarts."
"Which house are you from?" Slytherin looked up, his gaze fixed on Shaun's eyes, as if trying to see into his very soul. "Slytherin?"
"Yes, I am a student of Slytherin." Shaun raised his right arm, puffed out his chest, and said firmly, "Long live Slytherin!"
Slytherin looked at Sean with a half-smile, a look that sent chills down Sean's spine.
He then chuckled and shook his head, slowly saying, "No, you are a Hufflepuff student."
"No, I am a Slytherin student!" Sean said without changing his expression, while glancing down at his wizard robes out of the corner of his eye.
There's no Hufflepuff badge on it either.
He didn't believe that Slytherin, who had been in the Chamber of Secrets for thousands of years, had such a strong ability to know the composition of future wizards.
Moreover, he can speak in a snake-like voice.
Sean assumed Slytherin was bluffing him. As long as the other party had no evidence, he insisted that he was Slytherin's student. Slytherin, as the founder of Slytherin, couldn't possibly harm his own disciple.
Hearing Sean's reply, Slytherin's smile widened. "No, you are Hufflepuff's student."
"No, I am a Slytherin student!"
"You are a student of Hufflepuff."
"I am a student of Slytherin."
"You are Hufflepuff."
"I am from Slytherin."
"You are...:" At first, Slytherin was quite interested in playing this game with the other party, but after a while, he felt bored.
He felt he could no longer tolerate such foolish dialogue, and the smile on his face turned into impatience.
So he waved his hand dismissively and said rather boredly, "Stop acting, you can't fool me. I smell that woman on you, you've already seen her..."
"Who?" Sean asked, somewhat confused. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, really?" Slytherin chuckled dismissively. "That woman, always so warm and kind to everyone, the founder of Hufflepuff—Helga Hufflepuff. I'll never forget her taste. You've seen her, haven't you?"
This time, Sean is even more wronged than Dou E.
He'd never seen Hufflepuff before.
Then he saw the fabricated charges they had leveled against him, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no, I've never seen..."
"Is that so?" Slytherin raised an eyebrow, interrupting Shaun's seemingly genuine panic, "Perhaps I've been asleep for too long and have misremembered..."
indeed.
Sean thought to himself.
The old man stubbornly believed his own nose and refused to believe the words of the young man in front of him, who was upright, kind, sincere, and friendly.
In Muggle parlance, he's senile.
Just as Sean was mentally labeling Slytherin, Slytherin suddenly spoke up, "So... you've come to open the Chamber of Secrets because there's trouble outside?"
"Huh? What...?" Sean asked instinctively, but quickly realized he had misspoke and hurriedly corrected himself, "Yes, we're in trouble."
"You're a natural Slytherin, I don't know why you were assigned to...:"
Sean heard Slytherin's mutterings clearly.
Sure enough, the old man in front of me was still stubbornly sticking to his own opinion.
Do they really need him to steal a Slytherin robe from the Slytherin common room and wear it in front of the Slytherins before they'll believe him?
I'm so angry and cold.
Why is it that nobody believes our loyal and honest little one anymore?
"What's the trouble?"
Upon hearing this question, Sean replied to the duty god.
Is this his third line?
How did Slytherin steal his lines?
Now is not the time to dwell on this. Sean's mind raced, recalling the legends surrounding this secret place.
But before he could figure it out, the Slytherin sitting in front of him sighed softly, then changed the subject, asking, "How does the outside world perceive me now?"
"The world's... greatest wizard?" Sean began, answering truthfully under Slytherin's needle-like gaze, "A madman...? A dark wizard...?"
In fact, before the First Wizarding War, Slytherin's reputation was not as bad as it is now.
However, ever since Voldemort, who was born in Slytherin and was the only descendant of Slytherin, launched a war with a large number of Slytherin Death Eaters, Slytherin's reputation plummeted, especially after Voldemort's defeat... Slytherin himself and the house's reputation reached a new low.
Some have even publicly stated, "There isn't a single wizard or witch who has gone astray who doesn't belong to Slytherin."
This statement has also received widespread acceptance.
Actually, according to the history of magic that Sean deciphered...
Slytherin himself was far less terrifying than the outside world portrayed him to be.
On the contrary, as one of the greatest wizards of his time, he provided tremendous help to the development of the wizarding world.
He was a pure-blood believer because he didn't trust Muggle-born students.
This has specific historical factors involved.
In Slytherin's time, Muggles and wizards did not live in harmony; they frantically hunted wizards out of fear of their strange abilities.
The captured wizards were subjected to hanging or burning at the stake, with the latter being more common.
Some wizards who came from Muggle families sided with the Muggles, which was one of the reasons why the Muggles were able to resist the wizards and gain most of the advantages at that time.
As a dark wizard, Slytherin had witnessed too many pure-blood wizards being ambushed and killed or betrayed by undercover wizards, so he did not trust wizards who came from Muggle families.
He felt that training such people as students would only bring trouble and disaster to them in the future.
Due to these disagreements and differences in educational philosophies, he clashed with his friend Godric Gryffindor, and these conflicts intensified after the establishment of Hogwarts, leading him to leave Hogwarts.
Even before he left, to prevent Hogwarts from being destroyed, he created this secret society without the knowledge of the other three founders, leaving behind a "countermeasure" for the future.
All of the things he did, and the reasons for doing them, were within the historical context of the time.
Judging a person's good or bad behavior without considering the historical context is a very arbitrary thing to do.
It was precisely because of this that when Slytherin asked him "what trouble" just now, he did not immediately answer the consensus in the wizarding world—that if the Secrets existed, Slytherin built the Secrets to eliminate those minor wizards who were not worthy of learning magic.
Slytherin listened quietly to Sean's answer, his face expressionless, as if he had expected it.
When he heard the words "madman" and "dark wizard," he simply nodded slightly.
"Mad Army... The Dark Wizard III?" He kept repeating those two words, "I knew it..."