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Chapter 259

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While Snape and Harry were reading the letter,

Gryffindor sat there and did not look at him. He was not curious about the contents of the letter at all.

It made people wonder if Salazar Slytherin had specifically instructed him to do something.

However, the letter that Merlin left behind confused Harry and Selina. The two of them read it together.

After reading them again, Harry pinched the thin pieces of paper.

He raised his head and asked Snape, "Professor, what do you think?"

"Look with your eyes." Snape made a cold joke, which made Harry shudder.

Then he added, "There are many paragraphs."

Harry also noticed this and nodded. "Indeed."

Gryffindor's golden hair had lost its luster. He could not help but ask, "So the only highlight of this letter that was passed to you was that it was divided into many paragraphs?" He could not help but praise the handwriting.

Harry glanced at him.

He chuckled and said, "Dean Gryffindor.

You've seen the old wizard, haven't you? Do you have any impression of him? "

Gryffindor said, "The old man lives in seclusion.

Salazar was probably the only one who knew him better.

I only remember that he was a very kind old man, although he didn't talk much.

But the kids in the school who tried to explore the Forbidden Forest liked him … "In Gryffindor's simple recollection,

In her later years, Merlin seemed to be twice as kind as Dumbledore.

Harry sighed.

He asked, "Do you know his name?"

Lion Ancestor frowned. "He calls himself William."

"Self-proclaimed?" Snape noticed his choice of words.

Gryffindor shrugged. "Just like how you call yourselves Daniel and Alan. Although I don't have any evidence, I know it's an alias. "He pointed at his head.

"It's my intuition."

Merlin's alias in his later years was William.

William Shakespeare's William. Harry could not help but take this as a hint.

However, Gryffindor was sitting in front of him.

The two of them did not say much. Gryffindor also noticed that something was wrong. He asked them if they wanted to go to the castle for dinner. It was almost dinner time.

"Okay!" Harry really missed the food in Hogwarts. At the same time, he made a request. "Dean Gryffindor, can we take a look at the things that Dean Slytherin left behind? He did leave something behind, right? I mean, other than the secret chamber and … "

Harry mouthed the word "snake", which made the other two frown. Snape was used to it, while Gryffindor was cautious. However, he still nodded. "No one has touched Salazar's things, but … he left a spell before he left. I'm afraid that we can't open his room without using offensive magic."

In other words, Gryffindor himself would not use violence to open Salazar's room. However, if Snape and Harry wanted to force their way in … well, they had to be strong enough first.

Harry rubbed his nose. "Wow … Anyway, please take us to see it."

The three of them walked out of the Tadis. Gryffindor stood at the entrance of the police station for a long time. He shook his head and praised, "Excellent spatial magic." He then tapped the side of the tadis with his wand, as if to test the material. "Oh, great skill!"

Harry was quite pleased with himself. He slid his wand out of his sleeve and activated the Curse of Abstinence around the Tadis.

Gryffindor stared at the short, cute, weird thing in his hand. "What's this?"

Harry pulled his bow tie and said seriously, "This is my sonic screwdriver … Ow!"

Snape's face darkened. He punched Potter's head, who was addicted to cosplay. "Change the wand back! Also, if you have any brains, don't make fun of wands! "

Gryffindor walked beside the two of them and watched the show with great interest. He was also curious. He leaned over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "You called him Professor? The Professor of Hogwarts? Was there such a style in the education industry in your time? "

Harry did not know whether to laugh or cry. Would he dare to answer the Lion Ancestor or mock the Professor?

Salazar Slytherin's office and living room — as recorded in history books — was in the cellar. The Hogwarts had been built. Although the details were different from a thousand years later, it was more or less what Snape and Harry remembered. The two of them stood at the entrance of the cellar and looked at the lazy snake on the doorknob. Their hearts were filled with melancholy after so many years.

Gryffindor was about to open the door when he heard Harry say something. The snake statue, which was hanging listlessly on the doorknob, immediately raised its head and wrapped itself around the doorknob. Then the cellar door creaked open.

"Are you a snake speaker?" Gryffindor used a question mark, although it sounded like a statement.

But no one answered him. The other two were more interested in Salazar Slytherin's former residence.

Snape was naturally very familiar with the layout of the cellar. Harry, for reasons that everyone knew, also had a deep affection for the cellar. The two of them walked in and looked around. They were surprised to find that Slytherin's residence was not as, uh, meticulous as they had imagined. It was neat and tidy, but the bookshelves against the wall were overflowing with documents and books. On the other side of the cabinet were neatly stored magic potions and specimens, but there were a few flying brooms stacked on top of the cabinet.

There was also a strange scene on the spacious desk: it was divided by a copper hourglass with a snake-shaped frame. On one side of the desk, there were blank parchments, quills, ink and other items. On the other side, there was a messy pile of books, a box of candies, chess pieces and other items. Just by looking at the mess, Harry could imagine the serious and rigid Slytherin sitting at the desk and seriously writing a plan, while Gryffindor sat opposite him with his legs crossed and talked like a river. From time to time, Gryffindor would throw candies up high and catch them with his mouth.

Snape threw a questioning look at Gryffindor in response to the disharmony in the room.

The Lion Ancestor coughed twice and touched the longsword at his waist. He explained, "Sometimes I come here to discuss things with Salazar …"

Snape turned his head stiffly, and Harry looked back at him with a meaningful look.

Gryffindor quickly changed the topic. "Salazar didn't cast a spell on this room." A large number of documents related to the Hogwarts were stored here, and Slytherin would not seal them up. Also, according to insiders, Slytherin had long despised the area that was invaded by the Lion Ancestor.

The invader walked to the door of the room that Snape later used as his bedroom and spread out his hand. "Here, Salazar stored most of his personal belongings here." He shrugged and said, "To be honest, I didn't dare to barge in before he left."

Harry walked to the door and wandered around. Like many times before, he still did not dare to barge in. He asked, "What kind of spell was that?"

"Well, probably a restrictive spell that only he could enter, or his heir …" Gryffindor looked at Harry with a strange look. "… Are you a snake?"

Harry shuddered and quickly explained, "I'm not Slytherin's descendant!" Of the two who were qualified to call themselves descendants of the Snake Group, one was playing with dolls in a dress (Tommy: ¥#) at home, and the other was being possessed by the most ridiculous villain in history. Basically, it was now certain that Slytherin's family line was extinct.

Gryffindor did not say anything and just looked at Harry a few more times.

Snape, who ignored the confrontation between the two, stared at the door and thought for a while. He then pushed away Harry, who was looking at the Lion Ancestor affectionately, and reached out to push the door.

"Hey!" Gryffindor immediately wanted to stop him. Salazar was not to be trifled with. After he left, even Loina did not dare to touch the door. Although he did not know who these two mysterious people were, Gryffindor did not want to help people collect corpses in the territory of the Snake Institute.

However, there was no magic fluctuation, and no bloody scene. The moment Snape's right hand touched the door, it opened silently. It was so quiet that Gryffindor's previous preparations seemed like a bluff.

The Lion Ancestor's shocked gaze turned to Snape. "Could it be that … you are?"

Snape shook his head in silence.

Harry pulled Gryffindor's robe, looked up and said, "To answer your question, Alan is indeed a professor in the Hogwarts, and …" He pointed to the half-opened door. "He is also the Dean of Slytherin." This satisfied the conditions set by Slytherin, although the Snake Ancestor probably did not expect that someone would dare to call himself the Dean of Slytherin in the Hogwarts in such a short time after he left.

While Gryffindor was dumbfounded, Snape had already pushed open the door and walked into Slytherin's bedroom. It was exactly what he imagined the Snake Ancestor to be: simple, low-key, and orderly. Other than the bed, there were only two two-meter-high bookshelves, a desk, and a round-backed chair in the room. The few pieces of furniture all showed the owner's puritanical nature of not coveting comfort.

The only thing that was out of place was the wall facing the door.

Harry poked his head out from behind Snape and took a look. He could not help but let out a sincere sigh. The rumor of the lion and the snake being at loggerheads was not groundless after all!

Gryffindor was the last to squeeze through the door. He immediately saw a large line of words written in black ink on the wall that read, "Godric is an invincible fool!" There were also comments next to it that read, "Stupid!" and "Probably got his brain eaten by a troll!" The words were written in slightly smaller font size.

A proper Slytherin and a Gryffindor did not dare to make a sound. The two of them watched as Gryffindor's face turned red, then green, then white. His face was filled with rage and anger. Finally, he stopped at an emotionless face. He stomped his foot, drew his sword, and went out. Judging from the noise, he was either hacking at the pillar or scratching the wall.

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