Chapter 1242 Can’t Use It Anymore

The tiny particles in the air float disorderly in the golden ocean, just like the complicated thoughts of several people in the room.

“You know it all”

Salazar repeated, his eyes gradually becoming colder.

"I can be quite clever sometimes, Salazar—"

Gryffindor grinned, as if trying to show off his intelligence, but the smile filled with sadness and helplessness on his face betrayed his confused heart.

Dumbledore remains focused on this historical memory.

This was the first time in his long life that he witnessed the secret conversation between the four founders of Hogwarts. No matter what the Gryffindor and Slytherin were talking about, he was very interested.

But Amosta was different.

His deep gaze was cast over the deep-featured face of Salazar Slytherin. After a while, he turned his head to observe this office belonging to Gryffindor.

After seeing nothing unusual, his gaze fixed on Slytherin's face again, and his slightly furrowed brows revealed the confusion in his heart at the moment.

"Since you know this, are you going to just let Rowena go?"

"Since this is Rowena's own decision, I will respect it--"

Gryffindor once again emphasized his point.

Slytherin showed no disdain at this moment.

"I am so disappointed Godric, you are such a coward at heart, you can't be called a courageous wizard at all."

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and Dumbledore even thought that Gryffindor was going to draw his sword again.

But in the end, Gryffindor just sighed dejectedly. The eyes of this legendary wizard who enjoyed countless respect in later generations were now filled with fatigue.
"What would you do if it were you, Salazar?"

"I'm not as cowardly as you, Godric--"

Slytherin showed his majesty and said firmly,
"I will give the child with my blood flowing in his body the noble title of 'Slytherin'. He will inherit the glory of me and the Slytherin family, and pass on this glory along with the noble blood flowing in his body!"

"It's the same thing again--"

Gryffindor sighed.

"Salazar, I don't understand why a wizard like you is still unable to break free from the shackles of blood inheritance.
You know, there is no such thing as noble blood, and the blood inheritance will always be cut off. It's just a matter of time. The prominent families in the current magic world, including us, will all have their surnames cut off. You have also heard Helga's description of the future. Isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

"Wise Gryffindor"

Dumbledore exclaimed in awe, but then he looked doubtful.

Helga Hufflepuff's picture of the future?
Helga Hufflepuff was a true wizard with the rare gift of prophecy.

Unlike Sybil's completely uncontrollable predictions, Helga Hufflepuff can actively predict the future, but it will cost her life.

This information is recorded in the notes passed down from generation to generation by the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's eyelids trembled slightly.

Gryffindor said that their family name would die out.
This unintentional sentence contains a lot of information.

"You all know that the future is a river with countless forks. The future will move towards the unknown the moment it is predicted--"

Slytherin was unmoved.
"You, Rowena, and Helga are willing to let the noble surnames inherited from your ancestors disappear into the river of history. This is your business—"

Slytherin half raised his head, stared at Gryffindor with burning eyes, and spoke in an extremely firm tone.
"And I will find a way to keep the Slytherin blood flowing!"

In the silence, the expressions of Dumbledore and Amosta became solemn.

In front of the French window, Gryffindor, whose face was gloomy against the bright sunlight, also frowned his thick eyebrows.

"You intend to interfere"

Gryffindor's rough face also exudes a sense of majesty.
"Don't do anything unnecessary, Salazar. You know how dangerous it is. In a thousand years, everything could change."

Thousand years of time.
Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

Gryffindor is indeed just as he describes himself, his heart is not as rough as his appearance, and he is not confused on key issues.

Salazar was probably planning to use that person to achieve his own goals. After all, this was the only place where they intersected with the years a thousand years later. But seeing the determination in his friend's eyes, Godric hesitated again.

He was not a person who was good at persuasion with words. Perhaps, if he let Rowena and Helga persuade him, the chances of success might be higher.

"Speaking of -"

The sadness in the air dissipated unconsciously. When mentioning the crisis a thousand years later, Godric had to put his "love" aside.
"I forgot to ask, did you discover anything new this time you went out, Salazar?"

Godric finally came to his senses and asked.

"That's why I came to you, Godric—"

Salazar said, not looking at his friend in front of the window, but twisting his eyes to look at the sword that Godric had hung on the rack earlier.

"I want to borrow your sword, Godric."

Slytherin asked Gryffindor to borrow his sword?

This was another very interesting thing, and Dumbledore subconsciously looked for Amosta's explanation.

Amos Star, who noticed Dumbledore's gaze, just shook his head. He listened attentively. He knew that Gryffindor was about to ask questions, and he would be able to understand the answers to the questions through the questions.

As expected, Gryffindor had a puzzled expression on his face, his lips moving as if asking a question.

However, Amosta and Dumbledore were shocked to find that they could no longer hear Gryffindor's voice.

"Amosta."

Dumbledore suddenly looked around and called out in a serious tone.

The room they were in was collapsing!

The solid walls on all four sides seemed like floating sand, collapsing quickly under the blowing of the breeze, and the space after the collapse was filled with endless darkness.

The darkness encroached rapidly, and in just a moment, it destroyed the furnishings in the room, and the figures of the two founders of Hogwarts also disappeared in the darkness!

call.
Amosta was experienced, and when he heard the sound of wind that seemed to come from another world, he immediately opened his eyes.

The waning moon was still hanging in the night sky, but it had begun to set in the west.

it's over? !

Amosta's lips moved, his expression unable to hide his absurdity and surprise.

This was his fourth time to peek into the past thousands of years from the perspective of the four founders of Hogwarts.

In the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, he had gone through two adventures with them, and in the memory of Hufflepuff, he also saw something very valuable.

But the memory of Salazar Slytherin.
It was just a conversation, seemingly left there just to deal with him.

On the surface, the most valuable information he learned seemed to be that Rowena Ravenclaw had indeed given birth to a son for Gryffindor. Gryffindor knew about this, but based on the tacit understanding between him and Rowena, he chose to remain silent.

"Resurrection Stone!"

A cry of surprise woke Amosta from his dazed thoughts. He was startled and quickly looked at his hand as Dumbledore reminded him.

And at one glance, Amosta's face suddenly turned black.

At some point, the pitch-black stone in his palm suddenly changed.

Circular spells emitting a faint green glow emerged from the surface of the Resurrection Stone and slowly rotated around the Resurrection Stone, just like star rings wrapping around the stars!
shackles!

This thought occurred to Dumbledore and Amosta at the same time, both of them were stunned.

Amosta raised his right arm and stabbed the Resurrection Stone with his wand.

Just as he expected, these star-ring-shaped spells were powerful seals or protections!
After the tip of Amosta's staff touched the spell, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the resurrection stone inside.

Perhaps it was the bright moonlight that made Dumbledore's old face turn slightly pale.
"Salazar Slytherin."

Dumbledore's helpless complaints were heard in the dense forest swaying under the moon.

(End of this chapter)