Chapter 401 Godric: Can I choose Dumbledore as my heir?

Although he kept complaining about Salazar, Godric still described his feelings to Rice seriously.

This may be the most valuable first-hand information on life and death.

"After something went wrong in the realm of enlightenment, I fell into an eternal sleep as if I had fallen asleep. Yes, I did not reach the realm between coming and going like other wizards. I did not even have the right to choose whether to reincarnate or become a ghost. Until I felt a call, and then appeared outside this shabby house."

"The treatment you receive is comparable to those wizards who make Horcruxes." Les would certainly not miss the opportunity to complain about his old friend.

Gryffindor:…

"Oh, right." When Godric mentioned ghosts, Les suddenly thought of Rowena who was still trapped in the dungeon, so he told Gryffindor that Ravenclaw chose to turn himself into a ghost in order to gain another form of immortality.

Godric stroked his beard and said suddenly, "What era is it in the outside world now? I just noticed that you have become much younger, Salazar. Even younger than when we first met. Have you made any progress in your research on immortality magic?"

Les nodded.

"Of course!" Gryffindor slapped his thigh. "How did you do it? I thought you were the most likely of us to make a breakthrough on this path—"

He suddenly closed his mouth, and his eyes gradually became serious. After two seconds, he asked, "You didn't make a Horcrux?"

Les:? ? ?

Why does this sound so familiar? Why do you think I am such a terrible person?

"It's a very formal method!" Unable to bear it any longer, Rice immediately refuted Godric's unreasonable speculation, and then shared his own snake-like molting method of immortality with Godric.

Gryffindor:…

To be honest, it's a little disgusting.

"Wait a minute," he quickly realized the problem, "You said you shed your skin once every hundred years, and you shed nine times, doesn't that mean..."

"Yes, it has been a thousand years since we built Hogwarts, and the earth has entered the 2K era."

"Then Helga, and the ghost Rowena..."

"They are still alive and well. Rowena's form is a little special, but Helga is really alive." Les looked at Godric and pointed out bluntly that among the four of them, only you are in a special state.

Godric: ...

"Rowana turned into a ghost, so how did Helga do it?" He couldn't wait to find out about his old friends' current situation.

When mentioning Helga's "eternal life strategy", Rice couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: after all, her "eternal life" was inseparable from him.

Upon learning that Helga was "kidnapped" to the modern era by Salazar, Godric was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

“This is so funny…”

After that, Les chatted with Godric for a while until it got dark.

"It's almost time." Looking at the dark sky outside, Godric sighed.

"Salazar, being too immersed in fantasy is not a good thing."

"I know."

The old Gaunt house fell silent again.

"I can think of a way to bring you back to life. There are many ways." Les suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

He felt that since he could recall Godric's consciousness, it would not be impossible to "resurrect" him.

Godric shook his head and rejected his old friend's kindness.

"That's not necessary. That's not what I want."

Rice understood what his old friend meant.

Now Godric even needs a stone to maintain his existence, and his strength is gone, and he can't even cast the simplest spell. He is not willing to be resurrected in this form.

What he wanted was a dignified return, not charity from his old friends, and he was even less willing to become a burden to his friends after his resurrection.

As for Hogwarts, which he cares about the most, with Salazar, Helga and Rowena there, does he still need to worry about Hogwarts?

If Godric still had anything to cling to, it was his old friends. But he thought that in his current state, it would be harmful to get too entangled with friends.

"It's enough to know what Hogwarts will look like in a thousand years." Godric smiled carefree and prepared to leave.

Before he dissipated, he looked at Les and said seriously, "Salazar, don't be sad about my leaving. For me, everything is just like a good night's sleep. There is no pain, and no emptiness. I don't want you to call me out with this little thing again."

He pointed to the Resurrection Stone ring in Rice's hand.

"Wait a moment." Les called out to Godric before his old friend left.

"anything?"

"Do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Godric thought about it and blinked.

"How about you help me find an heir and train him?"

Gryffindor's words suddenly brought back a lot of negative memories for Les, and the face of a silver-haired girl appeared in his mind.

Seeing his old friend's expression change, Godric couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Just kidding. Of course, you have to train your own heir. I remember that the Dumbledore you mentioned was from Gryffindor. Then I will designate him as the heir."

Rice couldn't help but complain about his old friend's shamelessness: "Everyone is looking for children to train as students, but you are just picking a ready-made strong person in the field as your successor, right? The successor you found is older than you!"

At this moment, a wave of heat hit him, and Les narrowed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes, Godric had disappeared.

The dilapidated hut was empty, as if everything that had just happened was just his imagination.

Les' fingers subconsciously pinched the resurrection stone on the ring, and then he remembered the words left by Godric:

[I don't want you to call me out with this little thing again]

Putting aside the joke of wanting to help him find an heir, this was probably Godric's last wish.

Rice stood there in a long silence.

Outside the house, a bright moon gradually climbed into the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, Les in the house sighed.

He stretched his stiff legs and feet, and just as he was about to walk out of the hut, he stopped again.

He felt something was wrong.

After thinking carefully for a while, Les found the source of the problem: Godric's way of disappearing seemed to be different from that of other "people".

To use a metaphor, the departure of others was like frost meeting the sun, which disappeared without leaving any trace. But Godric's departure was like a pile of sand being blown away by the wind.

Maybe this is Godric, even the way he left is different.

After his mind gradually calmed down, Rice turned his head and looked outside the door - a "guest" was already standing outside the door.

Walking out of the Gaunt old house, Les saw Mr. Henry huddled under a big tree waiting for him to come out of the cottage.

He was not surprised that Mr. Henry could find this place. It must be that the little girl from Astoria told him where she was going.

As the head of the Greengrass family, there was no reason for Mr. Henry not to know where the Gaunt family was, especially since the Gaunt family did not use a spell to hide their shabby house.

"Why wait till so late?" Rice said to Mr. Henry with a smile, "It's much more meaningful to stay at home and read a book than to stand here stupidly."

"Spending a quarter of an hour with you is better than reading a hundred volumes of books."

Mr. Henry's words made Rice completely confused: Why are you suddenly making things awkward for no reason?

"Be serious, is there something wrong?" Les rolled his eyes helplessly and asked Mr. Henry not to do this again in the future.

Mr. Henry then told Les the reason why he ran to this remote place overnight: he had done what Les had asked him to do!

"Professor Dumbledore has already agreed, and the Ministry of Magic has also agreed. Now all we have to do is send invitation letters to those schools."

Upon hearing this, Rice was delighted and said "good" several times.

"Not only should we send them to those famous schools, we can also announce the news and allow students trained by small schools, educational institutions, family wizards or other organizations to come to Hogwarts to participate in the competition."

In terms of passing on knowledge, the wizarding world has eight world-renowned magic schools, as well as many less well-known regional elementary schools and countless educational institutions, and even wizards who are self-taught at home - the Lint family is such a character in front of Daphne and Astoria.

Rice thought that they could be given a chance. After all, so many people from other schools had been invited, so they wouldn't need that many people.

The students trained by the "organization" that Rice refers to is the Secret Order. He wants to take this opportunity to eliminate another batch of the Secret Order's active forces, but he doesn't know whether the Secret Order is willing to fall into the trap.

"Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" Henry asked a little worriedly: "With so many people, there will be too many eyes. Will there be trouble?"

Rice glanced at him and indicated that it was no big deal.

The Ministry of Magic could even handle the Quidditch World Cup finals with 100,000 people, so this kind of competition is certainly no problem, not to mention he is here.

Hearing this, Henry felt relieved.

Then, the scene fell into an awkward silence.

Les took one look at Henry and immediately saw through his little thoughts. This guy really wanted to invite him to stay at his house, but he was embarrassed to ask for him, for fear of displeasing him.

As a wizard who considers himself to be considerate and kind, Rice will not make things difficult for people close to him.

So he took the initiative to ask Mr. Henry if he could stay at his house for a night as it was getting late.

"Of course no problem." Mr. Henry's eyes flashed with genuine joy and he immediately agreed.

Soon, Rice entered Greengrass Manor.

On the way to the mansion along the creek, Les and Mr. Henry chatted idly.

"You went to the Gaunt family to meet their family members, right? Unfortunately, the Gaunt family was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for attacking Ministry of Magic officials and killing Muggles." Mr. Henry subconsciously thought that Les was going to meet his descendants.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Les realized that Daphne and Astoria definitely did not convey their attitude towards the Gaunt family to their father.

"I remember that there is still a surviving descendant of the Gaunt family, named Morfin. I need to arrange something for you..."

"No need." Les shook his head. "I didn't go there just to see them. I just wanted to fulfill a wish. But there were some unexpected gains, such as..."

Rice directly revealed Voldemort's past to Mr. Henry.

Henry: ! ?

My goodness, the Dark Lord has such a background!

Although he had experienced the Wizarding War, Mr. Henry was a neutral party. Naturally, he had never heard of this secret that even most Death Eaters did not know.

"There is more strange and obscure knowledge." Mr. Henry couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't be in a hurry, there are more interesting gadgets." Les threw the resurrection stone ring into Mr. Henry's hands.

"This is..." Henry didn't realize where the ring came from at first, until Les told him that it was the Resurrection Stone.

The legendary three deathly hallows, the resurrection stone!

Mr. Henry's eyes went dark: My dear, you just threw this thing away like that? Aren't you afraid it might break?

As a pure-blood wizard, Henry Greengrass had naturally heard of the legend of the three brothers. But a minute ago, he had been treating it as a bedtime story.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the legendary resurrection stone appeared before his eyes?

It’s like there’s someone on the side of the road who casually hands you a stone and tells you that it’s the stone that Nuwa used to mend the sky, and you also happen to know that this person is a living fossil from ancient times.

"You keep it for fun." Les said a little uninterested.

To him, the stone was no longer of any use, the fragments of Voldemort on it had exploded, and it couldn't even be used to treat Rowena.

Mr. Henry was startled by Rice's words, and he quickly stuffed the ring back into Rice's hand.

"This thing is too precious and... too dangerous." Mr. Henry said seriously.

He remembered the legend of the three brothers by heart, and naturally knew what happened to the second brother.

In his eyes, the Resurrection Stone was a dangerous creature that could bewitch people, and he didn't want to gamble on his self-control. It would be terrible if he got caught up in it.

"Okay." Rice didn't force it and put the ring away.

"Oh, by the way, how is Percy's study going?" As he was about to enter the mansion, Les remembered that he had arranged for Mr. Henry to carry out another plan of his, and now he wanted to know the "project progress".

"That child is really able to endure hardships." Mr. Henry praised Percy highly when talking about him.

Percy has been using the time-turner issued to him by the Ministry of Magic to the point of smoking recently, absorbing all kinds of knowledge about the Muggle world like a sponge.

He could almost be called a Muggle-know now.

"I'm confident in your work." Les gave Mr. Henry an affirmative look, and Henry responded with a wry smile.

'Now, I'm afraid Master Slytherin won't allow me to retire after hosting the competition. ' Mr. Henry thought pessimistically.

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