Chapter 223 Hufflepuff’s Advice
Helga's threat made Salazar's expression change: Wild boar meat, is that something people eat? It's fishy and smelly, and the meat is strong enough to break a person's back molars. The whole wild boar may only have a slightly tender tongue.
If Helga was really angered and their pork supply was cut off, the people in Slytherin House would have no choice but to go fishing together on the edge of the Black Lake.
"I have never underestimated this craft!" Salazar immediately admitted: "Look, aren't I also contributing to the advancement of technology?"
"Contribution?" Helga sneered, took out a roll of parchment from her arms and waved it in front of Slytherin's eyes, "Do you have any misunderstanding about the word 'contribution'?"
Salazar was completely silent, for fear of saying the wrong thing and further angering the little Bendou in front of him.
He could understand why Helga was in a bad mood: a group of wild boars broke out from the forbidden forest and destroyed most of the fields she had worked so hard to cultivate at night. Fortunately, the students who were on duty last night went out together. Went drinking. One can imagine how angry Helga was when she found those drunken students in the tavern outside the school.
Why should I exchange things with her at this time? Salazar regretted it.
After venting her anger on her old friend, Helga finally handed over her knowledge of earth control magic to Salazar. Then he shouted at a few students who were hard at work in the field not far away: "No one can eat or sleep until the replanting is finished today - no magic is allowed!"
Her punishment for those students was to make them re-seed the fields destroyed by wild boars. They were not allowed to use magic, and it was purely human power.
"Don't panic. I'll discuss it with Godric later. We'll kill a group of wild boars in the Forbidden Forest and use them to fertilize the fields." Salazar comforted him.
Only then was most of the anger in Helga's heart dissipated.
In fact, for a wizard—especially a magician like her who is good at manipulating the soil—it is easy to have a good harvest. She can even perform sowing, watering, fertilizing, pest control, harvesting and other steps all by magic. Under the influence of magic, one acre of land can harvest much more food, vegetables and fruits than Muggles.
For example, she can make pumpkins grow as big as horse-drawn carriages, make ears of wheat as long as human arms, and make newly cleared land covered with several feet of humus overnight...
But easy work does not mean that the fruits of labor can be wasted wantonly. This is why Helga, who has always been kind and kind, decided to severely punish those students.
After Salazar got the pamphlet, he opened it and couldn't help but sigh after reading it.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I wrote?" Helga heard Salazar sighing, and she immediately came over to ask about the situation.
"I was just thinking, with a great magician like you who is good at controlling soil, what's the point of me studying the magic spell to control soil?" Salazar suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.
No matter how deeply I study the things in the booklet, can I still surpass Helga Hufflepuff, who possesses the "earth" domain and is revered as the "Earth Goddess" by some Muggles?
"It turns out that this is something I thought I couldn't write well." Helga patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what if I'm good at controlling earth? Just because I'm an expert in this field, won't you study this type of magic? I'm still studying the magic of making rain fall from the sky." Helga said in a scolding tone Talked about Salazar.
"The learning of any spell is meaningful. The very funny 'magic that makes the enemy's weapons fly' that we saw in that village before also has very powerful applications, right? That almost killed Godric. The magic of tearing off an arm! A magic spell, no matter how funny it seems, you will find its value if you study it deeply."
"There is a fable in ancient Greece about the tortoise and the hare. If the tortoise doesn't walk firmly step by step, the hare can't win the game even if it sleeps for a week." Helga said as she took out the parchment. He came back, added a sentence on it, and then handed it back to Salazar.
Later, Salazar did rely on the experience summary given by Helga and combined with his own field to develop a set of spells with extremely amazing endurance. After learning that move, no one can be his opponent in a war of attrition.
If he wanted to and the enemy held out, he could fight for months or even years.
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Les's thoughts gradually returned to reality. He looked up at Daphne standing aside and found that she was holding the roll of parchment he had given her in her hand.
He took the Hufflepuff notes from her hand and flipped through them, finding that the pages were not stained or damaged, not even creased.
Les was a little surprised.
"I can see that you cherish it very much, which is good, because it is Helga's original work." Les praised Daphne.
Daphne silently stretched out her hand and unfolded the parchment. On the top of the paper was written a line of large words in Latin: [Given to my friend, Salazar Slytherin, in the hope that he and his students can understand the meaning of "earth". What it means to be human, and the value of perseverance - Helga Hufflepuff]
"This is a relic of Hufflepuff!" she said excitedly: "I just copied the contents above without looking at the original ones! This kind of treasure can really be used without protection. Are you going to read it? Why didn’t you tell me in advance?”
Daphne's tone was full of reproach. When she got the roll of parchment, she didn't take it too seriously and stuffed it directly into her bag.
When she discovered the origin of the parchment, she broke into a cold sweat: She actually put such a precious item together with the tome of books and the inkwell? This is simply criminal.
If it was damaged, she might not be able to afford it, because she didn't have any relics of equal value at home. Maybe, but their father didn't tell them.
"Ah, something happened at that time and I forgot about it. It doesn't matter. If it gets dirty, it can be restored with magic." Les didn't take it too seriously. In his opinion, the precious treasure in Daphne's eyes was just left by an old friend. Just a little souvenir of his. When I find my old friend, I will have as many of these things as I can.
"I said that my family has collected many precious cultural relics. Do you believe me now?"
Daphne secretly thought that my ancestors were students of Salazar Slytherin and did not leave behind so many precious documents. As a result, your family’s medieval letters and manuscripts of the Four Giants are endless. It’s outrageous!
She felt more and more that Les was a direct descendant of Slytherin.
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