Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 544: One of the four giants of Hogwarts!

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"No manners!"

An old and indifferent voice sounded.

Shawn tilted his head, then cleared his throat again.

This time he put on the old snake tongue.

"Speak to me, Gryffindor—the greatest of the Hogwarts Big Four."

"Irreverent asshole!" A translucent shadow floated out from the center of the stone statue. He was old, wearing a black linen robe that dragged the floor, floating in the air with bare feet, and his pearly white face was sullen.

Sure enough, it is better to find the pain point to fight.

Sean smiled, and he bowed politely: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Slytherin."

Even with the body of a ghost, Slytherin's eyes are still like a falcon. He glanced around Sean with sharp eyes, and his tone was chilling and cold: "When did the students educated by Hogwarts become like this? Hmph, it's disappointing."

Sean just smiled indifferently: "Mr. Slytherin, I thought you were going to express some opinions on my words, or directly refute me."

Slytherin snorted coldly: "Do I need to explain something to you, a junior? Besides, Gryffindor dares to pretend to be great?"

In a hurry, in a hurry, he is in a hurry.

There was a sly look in Sean's eyes, and he said with some embarrassment: "Sir, the word greatness is often judged by others. From the perspective of latecomers, Mr. Gryffindor's reputation is probably much better than yours."

Salazar Slytherin floated and landed in front of Sean, but the height of one of the Big Four didn't seem to be very high, at least he was a bit short in front of Sean who was already 1.8 meters in five years.

He raised his position again, and then looked at Sean with his nostrils: "Greatness is never something mediocre people are qualified to talk about, and only time will tell—boy, how did you learn your old tongue?"

"Is this important, sir?" Sean shrugged.

"It's important, it's not important——" Slytherin's eyes became gloomy, and even began to fluctuate with magic power. "It depends on how much you value your own life."

Sean intentionally showed an exaggerated expression: "Could it be that... the great and respected Mr. Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts Slytherin College, is planning to kill him just because a lovely student has mastered a rare language that he regards as proof of blood?"

Slytherin sneered: "Son, you should have entered Ravenclaw College—you have a good mouth and brain, but since you dare to come here, you should have inquired about my name and mixed blood. You are not worthy to sit in this castle and enjoy those precious magical knowledge."

Shawn nodded approvingly: "I do know a lot about you, but I want to correct your mistake - I received the admission letter from Hogwarts, my enrollment is legal and compliant, the letter of admission and the pen of acceptance also recognized my identity as a Hogwarts student, and the current headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, also thinks that I am a member of Hogwarts - those theories of yours are outdated."

Slytherin's expression became even more gloomy. He raised an illusory wand, with a gemstone inlaid in the hollow bottom of the wand, and the body of the wand was curved, which looked weird.

"I can't get any benefits from being sharp and sharp. Hogwarts let you enter, but didn't teach you how to be a human being-I think I need to clean up the door for the school."

Sean sighed: "Sir, your threat is really weak."

"Boy—" Slytherin laughed out of anger, "Are you provoking me?"

"No, sir——" Sean's expression was sincere and innocent, "In order to educate more young wizards and prevent compatriots from being persecuted by ignorant ordinary people at that time, you established this magic school—and then, as the founder, you want to pretend to be a cruel pure-blood supporter? It doesn't suit your temperament, I'm telling the truth."

Slytherin finally lowered his head and stared at Sean with his piercing eyes. After a moment, he snorted coldly and put his wand back into his arms.

"The students of Ravenclaw are as unpleasant as she is."

Sean blinked: "Let me ask a little extra, is it because she is the first headmaster of Hogwarts that you have such an opinion on Ms. Ravenclaw?"

"It's none of your business."

Slytherin's unassuming answer made Sean laugh happily.

"I get it - well, sir, don't look at me like that, can't I just stop talking?"

Slytherin then withdrew his staring gaze.

Sean smacked his lips: "Sir, I can answer your previous question - the old snake accent was taught to me by your works, well, it is also partly due to your descendants."

Slytherin frowned: "What are you talking about... Tell me about my genealogy, hmph, I don't know that my descendant went to marry a Muggle, what a stupid guy, shed precious blood on someone like you."

"Well, sir, don't you understand what I mean?" Sean licked his lips, "Snake's Old Tongue is not much different from other languages. Essentially, it is a magical language—language that can be learned and does not require blood."

Slytherin's originally indifferent expression suddenly became exciting, and his voice also became vicious.

"Boy, don't think that you are a student of Hogwarts, you can speak wild words and insult the most noble blood in this world-do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I won't—" Sean corrected the other party's wording mistakes with a sincere face, "I didn't speak out loud, and I didn't deceive you—or how could the great Salazar Slytherin be deceived?"

Slytherin's expression was cloudy.

Sean continued: "If you don't believe me, I can teach others. You can take a look at that time and help me to check and accept the learning results..."

"Shut up!" Slytherin snapped angrily.

Sean spread his hands, thinking the same as himself.

As an existence thousands of years ago, in that ignorant and backward era, Slytherin was able to write "Research and Communication of Basilisk Habits".

This is enough to prove that Slytherin is a scholar with great research spirit, although most of the names given to him by later generations are relatively superficial.

Such a person would not notice at all?

Snakespeak is indeed hereditary, but Snakespeak can also be learned, by people who are not of Slytherin blood.

There's no way Slytherin couldn't fail to see that.

It's just that, as a noble pureblood, he is unwilling and unwilling to believe and admit this.

Sean looked around, found the stone pier on the edge of the central circular square in the secret room and sat down.

"Sir, I'm here to ask for two things."

Slytherin sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know—Sir, selfishness and shrewdness are often a very large part of the impression you leave to future generations." Sean nodded.

Slytherin was not angry, but twirled his beard triumphantly: "This should be the way of a swamp snake."

"It's understandable, but now that Hogwarts is in a critical period, why don't you expand your selfishness a little bit, sir?" Sean said.

"Does this do me any good?" Slytherin's words were full of deep disdain.

The purpose of Slytherin Academy is summed up from the founder. To sum it up casually, it is a shrewd egoist who wants Slytherin to pay for no benefits? Stop dreaming.

This applies to me as well as to the academy.

"The good thing——" Sean rubbed his hands, "I can find a way to expand the chamber of secrets and the passage of the castle, and then I can lead the new students here to point to this stone statue and say, this is one of the founders of our Hogwarts, a very great wizard."

Slytherin's tone was filled with disgust: "I don't need a large group of non-pure blood worshipers."

"Let's put it another way—I can prove that you won the championship among the four founders?" Sean smiled slyly.

Slytherin narrowed his eyes: "Where did you know all this?"

Shawn spread his hands: "The last time you were in the secret room, you should have seen the whole process. Afterwards, I judged that you have returned to the real world, so I wanted to call you to appear, but you ignored me, and I tried to find something, but there was no gain."

He propped his body on his hands: "Sir, it doesn't mean that after passing the test, a magic brand will appear. Stand on it, release your own magic power in the form of runes, fuse the two magic powers, and then use the fused magic power to wash yourself, and you will gain a quarter of Hogwarts' authority. Your method of hiding things is as clever as ever. I didn't find that brand, and I didn't even see the test."

Slytherin's eyes sank: "You entered my laboratory."

Sean nodded: "Do you still remember what I said before, when I was learning Snake Tongue, one of your descendants also provided some help."

"That's impossible," said Slytherin, though his tone was less decisive.

After all, thousands of years have passed, and he doesn't know if his descendants can still remember the glory that originated from the depths of his blood.

"Sir, your statement is correct. Your descendants do still maintain the so-called [glory], although in my opinion it is not worth mentioning-don't get angry, sir." Sean's throat was pointed at by an illusory magic wand.

He stretched out his hands and made a magic salute, and said leisurely: "It seems that Professor Dumbledore didn't tell you too much? Let's put it this way, the Slytherin family has basically been annihilated in the long river of history, and there are probably not many pure bloodlines left. The only bloodline I know about you is still a not very effective psychopath."

"Oh, I forgot to say, most of your descendants are mentally deficient, I think you can understand - sir, really, don't point at me anymore, I'm afraid, I'm just a child..."

"Well, let me make a long story short. I don't know if you have some understanding of the disadvantages of intermarriage within the family. The consequence is that most of the Gunter family, that is, your descendants, are paranoid and neurotic. One of the more sober ones left the family. By the way, she is the founder of the famous American school of magic, Inframorny."

"I don't know what the Gunter family has done. Well, they are not famous. After all, you are the most famous and greatest person in this family. They seem to have been obsessed with finding the treasure you left at Hogwarts, but they didn't use what you left to make a name for themselves."

"The descendant I mentioned is named Gormley Gaunt. I don't know if you have any impression of her—after all, as a ghost, she said that she was summoned to Hogwarts by you."

"However, the performance of this Gormley Gaunt is disappointing—she tried to release the basilisk to cleanse the entire Hogwarts, and let those who are not qualified die in pain—she believes that she is implementing the ideas of her ancestors."

When Sean said this, Slytherin, who had always had a gloomy face, was obviously shocked. Immediately, his wand slowly fell, and he asked in an emotionless tone: "What's the result?"

"The results are gratifying. There are only two victims, and they were all petrified. They have been rescued—" Sean showed a sunny smile, "I know that the natural enemy of the basilisk is a rooster, so I opened a breeding farm in Hogwarts for a while. The basilisk did not dare to show up, and was finally killed by Professor Dumbledore."

Slytherin's expression was uncertain, and finally he shook his head: "Idiot..."

Sean comforted: "The idiot is almost dead, isn't he..."

Slytherin gave him a sharp look.

"You reappeared, and I know that you have something to do with the returner—well, you probably don't know much from your expression, and you can't tell me? Ha, then I can stop talking about this, um, back to the previous topic, I'm here to ask for your help—Sir, I entered your laboratory, saw your memory, and learned the old tongue. In a sense ~IndoMTL.com~ I should also be called the heir of Slytherin?" Sean asked with a smile.

"My heir can only be a noble pureblood, hum."

"If you say that, you will be offended, after all, I also have a basilisk—"

Sean snapped his fingers, and his ring quickly expanded to form a huge entrance, and then, a huge snake swam out.

"Shawn, is there anything I can do?" the basilisk in the funny glasses hissed.

"Basilisk, how did you get a basilisk?"

The basilisk turned around abruptly, and saw a phantom figure, the old man's face was full of shock.

"Master?" The basilisk hissed in confusion and surprise.

Slytherin also used the old snake accent: "Master? I remember every snake I have ever raised, are you... communicating with me?!"

He was completely shocked at this moment. Slytherin, who had raised many basilisks, knew very well that although this terrifying creature was extremely powerful, its intelligence was not high, but the one in front of him obviously had high intelligence that could communicate with people!