0115 The Staff and The Sword (Part-2)

0115 The Staff and The Sword (Part-2)

The breadth of one's mind determines how much of the world one can see.

Ever since Bryan heard about the legend of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets from one of his housemates at Hogwarts, he had been haunted by this question:

'Why did Salazar Slytherin, who might have been the most formidable and enigmatic of the four founders, have such a prejudiced mind that he built a hidden chamber to slaughter the muggle-born or half-blood wizards who came to Hogwarts in later generations?'

'Was it his belief to uphold the purity of blood that drove him forward on the noble path of magic?'

This doubt lasted until a few months ago, when Bryan witnessed the innermost secrets of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets with his own eyes. He finally had a clue to believe that Salazar Slytherin's purpose of building the chamber was probably not that simple.

And the Twin Serpent Staff in front of him, which radiated a breath that made his heart flutter, further proved this point. Although Bryan still couldn't figure out what was hidden behind the mysterious door in the cave, it was obvious that Slytherin's purpose of leaving the basilisk in the outer chamber was not as 'simple' as the rumors said.

Bang! The sudden explosion jolted Bryan, who was engrossed in his guesses. He looked up and saw that the Twin Serpent Staff, which had been dormant, burst out a ball of gray plasma at the moment when Gryffindor's palm approached it, and also accompanied by a strong repulsive force. Gryffindor, whose palm was scorched, was flung back several steps and almost fell out of the altar.

"As Rowena said, the indestructible Twin Serpent Staff only obeys its own master–"

Gryffindor, who was frustrated, shook his hand with a grin on his handsome face.

"It's worthy of being the ancestor of those troublesome brats from Gryffindor–" Seeing this scene, Bryan's face darkened.

"It seems that I can't bring you a gift, Salazar–"

Gryffindor blew on his smoking palm and said regretfully. Then he shifted his gaze and focused on the edge of the altar, where a sword with a golden hilt and a glittering blade was inserted on the steps.

"The brave and fearless king of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon's sword–Excalibur!"

Gryffindor put down his obsession with bringing a gift to his friend. He walked over to the sword and squatted down. His eyes sparkled with awe.

"An admirable warrior, what a pity–" Gryffindor said with regret,

"If you and I lived in the same era, we would be each other's strongest opponents and most cherished friends."

Bryan looked astonished. He felt like his worldview was overturned. But soon he muttered in confusion,

"The documents about Gryffindor's sword clearly state that Gryffindor's legendary sword was forged by Goblins. The shapes of these two swords are not alike at all."

Since entering this secret realm, Bryan felt like he was reliving his first year at Hogwarts. There were too many things that perplexed him. But his doubt about Gryffindor's sword was soon answered by what happened next– When Gryffindor held Excalibur, the golden and red magic immediately began to clash fiercely–the sword that carried the will of its original owner, like Excalibur, would not submit to anyone without a reason. The prerequisite for owning it was to conquer it first! Endless golden and red lights blurred Bryan's vision. Even the traces of Gryffindor that had been left here for thousands of years were disturbed. The man's figure who was as hot as magma seemed like a TV screen that was affected by strong electromagnetic interference. It appeared flickering and fuzzy.

Bryan heard Gryffindor's hearty laughter in his ears. In the vague light and shadow, Gryffindor, who was facing Bryan, raised a piece of melted metal and said with pride,

"I will ask the finest Goblins with the most exquisite skills to reforge your body. After that, you will have a new name and continue your legend!"

Gryffindor's exploration of the secret realm was drawing to a close. He reached into his wizard robe and threw a stone pillar with cracks on the surface into the air. Bryan gazed at the stone pillar that looked identical to the one in Cliodna's hand. He instantly thought of Gryffindor's first words.

Gryffindor seemed to be able to locate the space inside and outside the secret realm through this stone pillar. He squeezed half of his body into the fuzzy and twisted space, as if he was about to leave.

"By the way–"

Just when Bryan thought he was going to say goodbye to Gryffindor's time trace, Godric Gryffindor suddenly stopped his movement and turned his head to 'look at' Bryan with a smile.

Since Gryffindor's phantom appeared, they had walked together all the way. Their eyes had crossed many times, but Gryffindor's focus had never been on Bryan. He looked through his figure at other things. But at this moment, his gaze seemed to cross time and fall on Bryan Breen, who was a thousand years later!

Bryan realized this at once. He breathed quickly and looked astonished. He thought of Gryffindor's previous sentence 'Don't be afraid, follow me'. He was almost certain that Godric Gryffindor seemed to be able to 'see' himself in the future through some means!

"In Salazar's Chamber of Secrets, there are answers to all your curiosities"

Gryffindor said this sentence to Bryan, then he smiled again and disappeared into the distorted space.

Author's Note: Is the name Twin Serpent staff good or twin basilisk?

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