Chapter 1652

The afternoon sun fell into the room through the broken gauze curtain, illuminating the dusty old carpet; Dark green moss has climbed on the mottled wall due to the peeling of wallpaper.

The dilapidated roof obviously has many cracks. The water stains formed by rain leakage and water seepage not only form strange patterns on the ceiling, but also become stacked because of repeated wetting and drying.

As for the few old furniture left in the house, it is natural that most of them are damaged. Even the chairs where Ernst and halbo sit sometimes moan with their small movements.

The whole room was full of decay.

"Well, boy... You can ask now."

In fact, there was a silence in the room after halber said this casually while playing with the Slytherin snake stick obtained from Ernst.

Of course, there are many questions in Ernst's heart at the moment. However, when halber appeared to listen calmly, somehow, Ernst suddenly didn't want to ask another question.

After all, a situation like this may not be a little weird for him.

However, I don't know if it's because time has become enough. Haier Bo's patience, who is sitting by the window, has also improved a lot.

During this period of time when Ernst pursed his mouth and didn't say a word, he didn't open his mouth to urge. He just turned over and over and looked at the silver snake stick in his hand, as if he were appreciating an art that can't be tired of seeing.

The musty smell in the room seemed to become more obvious in the quiet space, which made Ernst feel that even the air was becoming more and more irritating.

"Is this a torture that destroys people's hearts?"

Similar ideas flashed through Ernst's mind. But soon, this idea made him laugh at himself.

The other side is the despicable halbo of ancient black wizards! Even if you want to be against him, you can't use the so-called "psychological tactics" that only Muggles can use.

However, perhaps it is precisely because Haier Bo is sitting there! It's even more depressing to be alone in such a dead time.

After staying for several more minutes, Ernst finally couldn't stand the pressure that multiplied with the passage of time and took a little deep breath.

"Helbo, you want me to ask you a question? Please tell me why you brought me here? Or rather... Why me?" said Ernst, staring at the other side of the window, "Don't tell me you just want to talk to me. Although I'm not old, I'm not a kid to fool! I won't believe such nonsense."

On the other side, hearing that Ernst was finally speaking, halber raised his head slightly and looked at each other. He didn't seem to care about Ernst's sharp eyes at all.

"It's worth thinking about it for so long. It's really a good question."

After looking at Ernst, helbo lowered his eyes again and continued to look at the snake stick in his hand. At the same time, he said slowly:

"But, in fact, the most fundamental answer, I told you earlier - remember? I said you were the descendant of Salazar Slytherin; and I was... Well, what should I say? It was his enemy?"

When halbo said this, he suddenly casually straightened his left hand holding a snake stick, and a few faint smiles came out from the shadow under his hood.

"To tell you the truth, the relationship between me and your ancestor Salazar Slytherin can't be made clear by saying 'it's an enemy or a friend..."

Before he knew it, halber had immersed himself in the memory of the past. He heard him continue:

"I knew him when he was a child younger than you are now - I think I was called 'teacher' by him for more than ten years!"

"Since he was very much like me since childhood, he was full of longing for magic knowledge and obsessed with magic research. In order to pursue the true meaning of magic, he did not worry about the things and ideas that ordinary people taboo. Seriously, at that time, I really thought that I finally found a satisfactory apprentice."

"However," said halber, the expression under his hood suddenly changed, "since he returned from that long trip, although he did not show it clearly at the beginning, I was keenly aware of his change - although his enthusiasm for magic has not changed, his concept is different from before."

"He began to resist the taboos in magic research, began to pay more and more attention to human nature and morality, and finally even doubted the essence of magic I personally taught him!"

At this point, Haier Bo couldn't help shaking his head, with a faint disappointment in his tone.

"And the source of all these changes," he said in a deep voice, "is a girl of his age, luoinamila, whom he met by chance on that trip."

Hearing this strange name, Ernst could not help muttering in some doubt:

"Roy... Namila?"

"Don't know who it is? It doesn't matter," added halber. "You must have heard of her later name. Since she was with a man, she changed her name to 'royna Ravenclaw'."

"Ah!"

As soon as Ernst heard this, he suddenly widened his eyes and showed a clear look.

At the window, halber continued his memory just now:

"Of course, anyway, Salazar is a wizard apprentice that I spent more than ten years training. In addition, his talent is really satisfactory. Although he quarreled with me once because of his magical ideas, and then I closed him. At that time, I didn't want to do anything with him - teaching apprentices is not always a breeze Yes, isn't it? "

"But," said halber, raising his eyebrows, "during the ban, he slipped away while I wasn't paying attention - he didn't even contact his family, so he ran to Roy namila alone. He's been gone for years."

"How many years?" said Ernst subconsciously.

"Why? Do you think that if you live long enough, you will become indifferent to the time of a few years?" halbo said faintly, "my days are also passing day by day - rather, the longer you live, the more you will feel the footprints of time are so clear. Only those old and confused ordinary people can make their concept of time blurred..."