Chapter 137 I Am... Salazar Slytherin!

Tom floats in the void, wanders in the boundless vanity, looking for anything alive.

However, nothing was found.

Total darkness.

Total silence.

Totally peaceful.

His body is gone, his magic power is gone, and even his five senses... are gone.

This must be death!

Is this the world after death?

Tom did not know that time seemed to be overlapped, stretched, and shortened.

There was no orientation to the place, and he didn't even know how long it had been.

ten seconds?

ten days?

ten years?

Tom wandered like a ghost like this. I don't know how long it took, as if the infinitely distant stars were exploding violently, and the memory began to appear.

Like a shock wave, it flew through the vast nothingness and rolled toward Tom.

In an instant, Tom had memories, painful touches, flying over his body.

Then came the dazzling light.

Tom opened his eyes weakly, and his body became more and more painful, and the continuous flow of piercing chest attacked.

"Am I dead?"

"Dead, but not completely dead." An old voice sounded in the empty hall.

Tom rubbed himself up, but the movement was so great that the wound on his chest was torn open, and blood kept dripping on the table.

He let out a low growl in pain, but he still held it back. He couldn't find the wand, and he cast spells without a wand in his right hand, and a black light flew out.

It's just that the power disappeared before it touched the old man, like rain, which evaporated in an instant.

"To treat your saviour like this, Tom?"

Tom did not speak, but raised his head with difficulty, and then he could see the source of the voice:

Under the quaint bookshelves that are piled up to form a whole wall of books, there is an old man standing.

Dressed like a priest, he held a yellowed parchment scroll in his left hand and tapped the bookshelf regularly with his right index finger.

There is also a cross, inserted into the book as a bookmark.

The old man did not look at Tom, took out the cross from the parchment, and continued to search for books.

He walked to a cabinet, his hands went straight through the glass bulletproof glass cabinet, and took out the "Mainz Great Bible" in the 1450 manuscript.

This, like the Gutenberg Bible, is the treasure of the town hall here.

Tom didn't speak, but struggled, trying to get up.

Not knowing the details of the person in front of him made him feel insecure.

"Moving around will only increase your injuries."

The old man seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he said without raising his head:

"It's not easy to save you, that sword pierced your heart, cut your heart open, and the magic spell also invaded your internal organs.

That kid William is not only ruthless,

Still very cautious, waiting for a while to make sure you didn't leave after cheating.

Tsk tsk... Without me, you would surely die. "

In the old man's words, he seemed to admire William very much, but his tone was indescribably disgusting.

Tom looked down at his chest. The wound that had been cut was covered with leaves and potions.

This leaf...is not unfamiliar, it is the leaf of snakewood.

A leaf transformed from a Slytherin wand with powerful healing properties.

With his knowledge, he didn't know any other potions.

But it is undoubtedly an item of the same level as Snake Wood, otherwise it would not be enough to hold his life.

Weird old man.

Tom did not thank him, nor did he ask why the other party saved him.

He is well versed in conversation skills and will not easily give up the initiative.

Instead, Tom kept his mouth shut, turned his head and looked around, trying to determine his position.

He found himself lying on a smooth table surrounded by bookshelves.

The eight sides of the room are made of marble of various colors, and there are two huge bronze statues of goddesses holding the torch of enlightenment in their hands.

The old man once again showed the ability of "eyes behind". When he looked down at the books, he said softly:

"The Capitol you destroyed, right next to it, here is the Capitol Library.

From here, William and his little girlfriends slipped into the Houses of Parliament earlier this evening.

It's just that you don't know. "

If William was here, he would definitely regret... Such a good "vision", it would be a pity not to play basketball or Quidditch.

Tom, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Can you enter the Capitol here too?"

This was his first question.

No way, he was too eager to know about William.

Especially this backstab made Tom extremely frustrated.

Self-proclaimed "genius", he was not only deceived by William, but also deceived for four years.

It's like talking about a girlfriend for four years, giving a lot and not getting any benefits. As for the other party, not only did he step on n boats, but he also used him as a spare tire.

The most hateful thing is that after William lied to him, he still shot at the most important moment and broke his heart...

Well, literally.

This is simply more humiliating than the body Voldemort, who was bounced to death by his own death curse!

What a shame!

"Of course there is, there is an underground passage." The old man smiled and pointed out:

"William not only successfully broke through your blockade, but also determined the location of the prehistoric mystery in the Capitol."

"What, he found that power?!"

Tom struggled harder, anger filling his chest as if to set him on fire.

He blew up the Capitol and didn't find that power.

Stark...why can! !

"That power is there." The old man held the cross and pointed to the window.

Tom turned his head to look, and the whole person was stunned.

In the distance, a tall obelisk emits the brightest light in the night sky.

Tom finally understood where the intense light he saw when he was in a coma came from!

But on the other hand, he was a little unacceptable.

Tom murmured, "Not in the Capitol, how is that possible?"

"Of course it's gone." The old man said softly:

"The morning light is dim,

Mayflower,

Across the blue waves and oceans.

The wand follows westward,

Snake tree blooms on the ground.

the mystery sought,

long lost,

Hidden in the land of the country. "

He finally closed the book in his hand and put it back on the shelf, a little disappointed:

"Land of the Nation, I mean Muggle Nation. They are the rulers of this land, not wizards.

The obelisk, standing in the center of Washington, D.C., of course, is also there.

Tom, you got it wrong and thought it was where the wizards established the Magic Congress? "

The old man said disdainfully: "Ha~ a group of rats who only dare to hide in the dark, how can they afford the comment of 'the land of the nation'?"

Tom was stunned.

Although in many speeches in the United States, he told those wizards that how powerful Muggles are, wizards should be vigilant.

But in Tom's subconscious, he still felt:

"Wizards are born noble, and they should rule the world, rule the ordinary mudblood."

It was this idea that made him look in the wrong place.

"How do you know this prophecy?!" Tom didn't struggle too much, but asked this key question.

He even destroyed Slytherin's notes in order to prevent a second person from seeing them again.

"My stupid descendants, that's what I wrote and left to my descendants.

As for my name..."

The old man in the old robe folded his hands, recalled the past, frowned, and seemed to remember a lot of heavy hearts that were unbearable to mention.

In the end, full of vicissitudes, he said in Parselmouth:

"I'm... Salazar Slytherin!"

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