Chapter 690 Information That Was Omitted

Is this Salazar Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?

Even if this green shadow got stuck in the stone wall for some reason, even if Ensi could only see half of his face when he looked over, the strange magic power mixed in that voice made Ensi completely He has no time to care.

He didn't even notice that the half-face popping up on the wall in front of him was actually inexplicably ridiculous, as if someone had built it into the wall with bricks.

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 was gradually settled, the power that seemed to bind Ensi's mind also quietly faded away. He looked at the pale green face on the wall that gradually faded, and his mind, which gradually became clear, became even more muddy.

...What does this all mean? Ensi blinked in confusion, then looked left and right, Even if I don't go back, where else can I go?

The bottom is already in front of me, and the secret room is full of large and small stones, which have been destroyed by people. And when he looked around for a week, he naturally found nothing.

Alas... He shook his head and said to himself, Maybe there were some things before, but now they are all gone. And what about the 'basilisk'? Power and gold? It must have been taken away by someone long ago. The shit-lucky guy was taken away...

Ensi muttered to himself, turned around and walked back—it must be that he had blinded himself for nothing! Don't translate any ancient texts if you knew it earlier, wouldn't it be good to save time to practice the spell?

However, he didn't notice that since 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 shadow that had turned into dots of faint green light particles and dispersed very quickly gathered together. And as Ensi walked step by step to the center of the secret room, that strange and inexplicable force suddenly entangled his heart again!

Ernes's feet trembled violently.

It froze in place like a stone sculpture.

If a stupid person inherited from Godric, he will definitely choose to move on after hearing what I just said; only my successors who are both shrewd and wise can consider the hidden risks of moving forward... ...

The hiss of the Parseltongue echoed again.

However, I never deny the necessity of courage. Moderate persistence will give wizards a chance to get up after falling down in the journey of magic. The ups and downs in the future are inevitable, and the courage to choose is also to support us to wait for wizards to take the next step. to the foundation of glory.

Speaking of this, the phantom of Slytherin in the wall paused for a while, and then whispered in his hoarse Parseltongue:

Successor... Now, turn around!

At Salazar Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Erns turned away so stiffly that he could hear the rattling of his less cooperative joints.

Then, show me your perseverance that Helga has approved, and walk in front of me again.

By now, even Enns, who didn't know much about various magical theories, understood to some extent that the power that made his body and mind seem to be rusted seemed to come from the voice of Salazar Slytherin .

It's just that he doesn't know that that kind of power actually comes from language, and only those who can understand Parseltongue can deeply feel this treacherous and terrifying soul bondage.

Hiss—hass ss—

The sound was still going on, only this time it was some kind of meaningless Parseltongue syllable, but there was a little extra rhythm in it.

The burden is getting heavier.

It seems... I can't do it if I don't agree...

Ernes grunted with difficulty, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward. But this was just one step, and it made him feel extremely powerful pain - it was not a heart-piercing pain, but an indescribable burden, which made him afraid that he would never be able to forget what happened tonight in his whole life An indiscriminate disaster.

If the current Maca was here, he might be able to realize that Salazar's understanding and application of soul rules had definitely reached an extremely high level.

Erns was still walking forward, and he had to pause for a long time every step he took. As Slytherin said just now, now he can only barely hold on with his innate perseverance.

Maybe... Maybe falling down would end all of this, Ensi vaguely understood this. But at such a time, which man would choose to retreat uselessly? At least he was never willing to admit that he had a cowardly part.

Think about it just now, how easy was the pace when you left? But now, he has personally realized that sometimes walking a few steps can become a kind of torture that seems to be far away.

The sluggish muscles and every joint in the body seemed to be out of order. Only by concentrating on can I try my best to drag my legs, but I still had to be distracted to control the balance of the body.

How many more steps? How far is it?

His vision is gradually becoming blurred, the wand and broom in his hand have long since fallen to the ground behind him, darkness is constantly pouring into his vision, as if to swallow his consciousness together.

Maybe half an hour... or maybe a few hours? Of course, it is also possible that only a few minutes have passed... Ensi is not very clear, he only knows that a voice suddenly entered his mind in a trance.

...Go into the secret room behind me! Successor...you will know where your next destination is...take my basilisk, it will give you proper help...to bury those who deserve to die, Then accept my gift from you.

When you return triumphantly from there, take my things and go to Rowena's tower! When you get there, what awaits you will be your last chance to give up.

Remember, stick to your heart, don't get lost in the power...

The voice faded away, and the hissing sound was withdrawn from Ensi's mind. Immediately afterwards, he finally couldn't resist the exhaustion of his body and mind, and fell to the ground, his eyes darkened, and he just passed out.

...

Almost at the same time Ens fainted, in the International Alchemy Competition outside the castle, the first batch of contestants were already preparing to enter the arena.

In the center of the arena surrounded by a large number of spectators, there are already circles of alchemy workbenches arranged in circles. And above the arena, a surprisingly large giant hourglass is waiting.

The so-called alchemy—especially the research direction of material refining, naturally focuses on the manufacture of various strange alchemical products.

Right now, Maca is sitting in the VIP seat in the front row, and beside him are Professor McGonagall and Mr. Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic. And behind them, Sarah and fat Noah, who are the family members of the chief judge, also sat side by side here.

Mr. McLean, what do you think? Scrimgeour was still serious as usual, but he spoke to Maca with a rare intimacy, Among the first batch of contestants, you Are you optimistic about the candidate?

Maca knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was Is there any unknown candidate you are optimistic about? He just omitted the word unknown.

Since it is related to the amount of benefits that can be obtained in the end, there are definitely many people in the VIP seats closest to the arena who are always paying attention, trying to dig out potential unconventional alchemists before others.

And those individual alchemists with strength and brains are probably also working hard for their future, because they know very well that the ranking they finally get will be freely selected and recruited in the future chips.

Well, actually, I'm not very familiar with alchemy, you just listen to it, don't take it too seriously... Maca said casually, In this competition, representatives from Africa and Mesopotamia The group should have quite a few bright performances, as for those individual contestants... the one who stands out from the first batch should be the man in the Muggle tuxedo...

Scrimgeour followed Maca's line of sight, and quickly found the target Maca mentioned among the players who were still waiting for the start of the game.

It was a handsome middle-aged wizard, and the old-fashioned black tuxedo and clean white shirt on his body looked very pleasing to the eye.

However, being handsome doesn't mean being strong.

That man...how did you see it? Scrimgeour asked curiously.

Oh, I've said it all, don't take it too seriously— Maca said with a smile, I met him briefly before the game, and how can I tell whether he is capable or not... I just think he seems to be pretty good. Take it easy, don't you think?

Uh, Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and nodded helplessly, Isn't it...

Maca didn't care about the distress of the Minister of Magic. He thought for a while, and suddenly turned his head to gesture 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 face, and spread his hands, If you ask me, who should I ask?

Maca didn't care at all about the fat man's unreliability, even though he was also a son of the Hohenheim family, and seemed to be the sole 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——

Maybe it was a little bit of apology for repeatedly refusing to participate, or maybe it was because it had nothing to do with her own interests, anyway, Sarah didn't just play it off this time. After looking into the field for a few times, she shook her head slightly.

Well, Sarah said softly, Professor McLean, I think you're right.

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