v7 Chapter 137： I'm...Salazar Slytherin!

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

But, nothing was found.

Totally dark.

Completely silent.

Totally peaceful.

His body was gone, his magic power was gone, and even his five senses... were gone.

This must be death!

Is this the world after death?

Tom didn't know, time seemed to be overlapped, stretched, and shortened.

This place has no orientation, and he doesn't even know how long it has been.

Ten seconds?

Ten days?

Ten years?

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

It flew through the vast nothingness like a shock wave and rolled toward Tom.

In an instant, Tom had a memory, and a painful touch also flew over his body.

Then came the dazzling light.

Tom opened his eyes weakly, his body became more and more painful, and the chest that was penetrated continuously 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 too big, the wound on his chest was torn, and blood kept dripping on the table.

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

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

"Treat your saviour like this, Tom?"

Tom didn't speak, but raised his head with difficulty, only then did he see the source of the voice:

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

He was dressed like a priest, holding a yellowed parchment scroll in his left hand, and tapping his right index finger on the bookshelf regularly.

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

The old man didn't 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, without raising his head, he said:

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

That kid William was not only ruthless, but also very cautious. He waited for a while to make sure that you didn't leave after cheating.

Tsk tsk... Without me, you would definitely 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.

The leaves that Slytherin wands turn into have 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 didn't thank him, and he didn't ask him why he 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 the goddess holding the torch of enlightenment in her hand.

The old man once again showed his ability to "have eyes behind his back". When he looked down at the book, he said softly:

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

Earlier this evening, William and his little girlfriends sneaked into the Capitol from here.

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 is 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 main body Voldemort, being bounced back 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 even blew up the Capitol, and he 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 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 found it difficult to accept.

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

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

"The morning light is dim,

Mayflower,

Across the blue waters and oceans.

The wand followed westward,

The snake tree fell to the ground and bloomed.

The mystery sought,

long lost,

Hidden in the Land of Founding. "

He finally closed the book in his hand, put it back on the shelf, and said with some disappointment:

"The Land of Founding refers to the Muggles who founded the nation. They are the masters of this land, not wizards.

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

Tom You misunderstood, thought it was the place where 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 place where the nation is founded'?"

Tom was stunned.

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

But in Tom's subconscious, he still felt:

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

It was also because of this idea that he found the wrong place.

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

In order to prevent a second person from seeing Slytherin's notes again, he even destroyed the notes.

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

As for my name..."

The old man in an old robe put his hands behind his back, recalling the past, his brows wrinkled, and he seemed to remember a lot of heavy hearts that were unbearable to mention.

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

"I'm... Salazar Slytherin!"

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