Chapter 691

Is this Salazar Slytherin? Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?

Even if the green shadow somehow fell into the stone wall, even if Ernst looked at it, he could only see half of his face, but the strange magic mixed in the sound made Ernst have no time to care about him.

He didn't even notice that the scene of half a face on the wall in front of him was inexplicably ridiculous, as if someone had been forcibly built in the wall with bricks.

"Although the keepsake you hold awakens the image I left, I can't admit your strength. Go back and leave! Stupid successor..."

When the last sentence gradually settled, the power that seemed to bind Ernst's heart quietly faded. He looked at the pale green face on the wall, but his mind became clear, but it was a little more muddy.

"... what does that mean?" Ernst blinked in wonder and looked around. "Even if I don't go back, where else can I go?"

In front of me, the secret room is full of large and small stones, which have long been destroyed. When he looked around for a week, he naturally got nothing.

"Alas..." he shook his head and said to himself, "maybe there was something before, but now there is nothing that should be gone. What's the 'snake monster'? Power and gold? It's estimated that it was taken away by some guy who had bad luck..."

Ernst muttered to himself as he turned around and walked back - it's like he's blind! If you knew, don't translate any ancient words. Wouldn't it be good to save time to practice the magic spell?

However, he did not notice that since he turned and took the first step to leave, the nearly dissipated green face on the wall suddenly became solid again.

Yes, every time he takes a step, the green shadow that originally turned into a little dark green light particles will gather together. As Ernst came to the center of the secret room step by step, the strange force suddenly wrapped around his heart!

Ernst's feet suddenly trembled and froze in place like a stone carving.

"If a fool inherits from Godric, he will certainly choose to move on after listening to what I just said; only my successor with both shrewdness and wisdom can consider the hidden risks of reckless advance..."

The hiss of the snake man's voice echoed again.

"However, I never deny the necessity of courage. Moderate persistence will give wizards the opportunity to get up after falling down in the journey of magic. The ups and downs of the future are inevitable, and selective courage is also the foundation to support our wizards to move towards glory."

At this point, Slytherin's virtual shadow in the wall paused a little, and then whispered in his hoarse snake voice:

"Successor... Now, turn around!"

In Salazar Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Ernst turned stiffly, and he could even hear the rattle in his uncooperative joints.

"Then show me your perseverance recognized by Helga and come back to me."

By now, even Ernst, who doesn't know much about various magic theories, has more or less understood that the power that makes his body and mind seem rusty seems to come from the voice of Salazar Slytherin.

But he didn't know that the power actually came from "language". Only those who understand the snake man's voice will deeply feel this strange and terrible soul bondage.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss"

The sound continued, but this time it became some meaningless snake man syllable, but there was a little more wonderful rhythm.

The burden is getting heavier and heavier.

"It seems... I can't do it if I don't promise..."

Ernst murmured with difficulty, then clenched his teeth and took a step forward. But this was only one step, which made him feel incomparably strong pain - it was not a heart rending pain, but an unspeakable burden, which made him afraid that he would never forget tonight's "unwarranted disaster" for a lifetime.

If today's Maka were here, he might realize that Salazar's understanding and application of the soul rules has definitely reached a very high level.

Ernst was still moving on, pausing for a long time at each step. As Slytherin said, now he can only reluctantly support himself with his innate perseverance.

Maybe... Maybe falling down can end all this, and Ernst vaguely knows this. But at this time, which man will choose to retreat timidly? At least he would never admit that he had a cowardly part.

Think about just now, the pace when leaving is more than easy? But now, he has personally realized that sometimes walking a few steps will become a kind of torture that seems to be far away.

The stagnant muscles and every joint of the body seem to be disobedient. Only by concentrating can we try to drag our legs, but we have to be distracted to control the balance of the body.

How many more steps? How much further?

His vision gradually became blurred. His wand and broom had long fallen on the ground behind him. Darkness was constantly pouring into his vision, as if to devour his consciousness.

Maybe half an hour... Or a few hours? Of course, in fact, it may have only passed a few minutes... Ernst didn't know very well. He only knew that suddenly a voice came into his mind in a trance.

"... go into the secret room behind me! Successor... You will know where the next destination is... Take my snake monster and it will give you appropriate help... Bury the dead, and then accept the gift I gave you."

"When you return triumphantly from there, take my things to the tower of Roy na! When you get there, what is waiting for you will be the last chance to give up."

"Remember, stick to your heart and don't get lost in power..."

The voice gradually fell, and the hiss was pulled away from erns's mind. Then, unable to resist the double fatigue of his body and mind, he fell to the ground and fainted in front of him.

……

Almost at the same time that Ernst fainted, the first batch of contestants were ready to enter the international alchemy competition outside the castle.

In the center of the stadium surrounded by a large number of spectators, circle after circle of alchemy worktables have been placed at the moment. Over the field, a huge hourglass is ready to go.

The so-called alchemy, especially the research direction of material refining, naturally focuses on the manufacture of various strange alchemy products.

At present, Maka is sitting in the VIP seat in the front row, and beside him is Professor McGonagall and the Minister of magic, Mr. schlinger. Behind them, Sarah and fat Noah, who are the family members of the chief judge, also sat side by side here.

"Mr. McLean, what do you think?" scrimgeor was as serious as usual, but he spoke to Maka with a rare closeness. "Are there any candidates you are optimistic about in the first batch of players?"

Maka knew very well that what scrimgeor wanted to ask was "are there any celebrities you are optimistic about?" he just omitted the word "unknown".

Because it is related to the final benefits that can be obtained, there are definitely many people in the VIP seat in the nearest circle of the stadium, trying to find potential individual alchemists before others.

And those individual alchemists with strength and brains are probably doing their best for their "future", because they know very well that their final ranking will be a bargaining chip for free selection and solicitation in the future.

"Well, in fact, I'm not very familiar with alchemy. Just listen to it, but don't take it too seriously..." Maka said casually, "in this competition, the two delegations of Africa and Mesopotamia should have a lot of brilliant performances. As for the casual players... The most prominent among the first batch should be the man in Muggle tuxedo..."

Squinger looked down Maka's line of sight and soon found what Maka said among the players still waiting for the start of the game.

It was a handsome middle-aged wizard. His old-fashioned black tuxedo and lined white shirt looked very pleasant on him.

However, being handsome doesn't mean being strong.

"That man... How did you see it?" asked scrimger curiously.

"Oh, don't take it too seriously," said Marca with a smile. "I met him briefly before the game. Where can I see whether he is strong or not... I just think he seems quite calm, don't you think?"

"Er," slinger raised his eyebrows and nodded helplessly, "right..."

Maka didn't care about the distress of the Minister of magic. He thought about it and suddenly turned around and motioned to Sarah and the fat man behind him.

"What do you two think?"

The fat man suddenly tilted his head when he heard the speech.

"Ha? You ask me?" he scratched his scalp with a depressed face and spread his hands. "You ask me who I'm going to ask?"

Marca didn't think much of the fat man's unreliability, although it was also the son of the hornheim family and seemed to be the only heir. But there is no sign of awesome power in alchemy.

He nodded and looked back at Sarah's face——

Maybe she felt a little sorry for her repeated refusal to participate, or maybe it had nothing to do with her own interests. Anyway, Sarah didn't perfunctory this time. She shook her head slightly after looking at the field.

"Well," Sarah whispered, "Professor McLean, I think you're right."