Chapter 136: An interesting conversation and disgusting takeover

Chapter 136: An interesting conversation and disgusting takeover

(Salazar Slytherin speaks ancient English (kinda Shakespearean). But for readers' convenience, I've translated the interaction between Salazar and MC into modern English. Thank me later. )

"You're not my Heir. Who are you?"

Salazar and I stared at each other for an awkward moment. Me in full body armor and face covered in helmet and him in his portrait.

"Um...Excuse me for a moment."

But then, excusing myself, I went back the way I came.

"..."

Given that he's asking me questions instead of directly trying to kill me, it seems that things can be handled by just talking, without having to forcefully steal things away from him. And there's no use talking to him with my face covered and deactivating the armor right in front of him would reveal the fact that it's not made up of metal, but magic. Thus, I left from his range of vision to take off my armor.

Afraid that he could still see me, I first cast a disillusionment charm all around me, and then only did I deactivate the Corpomency. I then took out a real armor from my pocket and made a few clangs and click as if I were taking it off.

My explanation for the armor if he asks me? I have a perfect answer for that one so I wasn't worried.

For a moment, I considered taking an aging Potion to look more adult, but then I decided against it. He'll believe a child more easily. My age is actually an advantage here. I was wearing casual clothes inside, thankfully not the Ravenclaw uniform.

"Ahem,"

I returned to my previous place in front of and cleared my throat.

"Great wizard Salazar Slytherin, it's an honor to see you," I said, bowing deeply. "My name is Chris Martin. I'm from a Pureblood wizard who's heard and read a lot about you."

Slytherin looked surprised as he raised a single white eyebrow and his vigilance seemed to drop a bit.

"Oh, well tell me, young man, how did you enter here?"

"Through Tom Riddle?" I threw out the answer, fishing for information. If he interacted with Tom Riddle and sees him in a positive light, then Tom Riddle is my idol who gave me the permission. Ron was able to enter because he had Harry's permission.

But, the portrait's expression stiffened at the mere mention of Riddle and I got my answer. Riddle did indeed come here. So, I began to give my explanation in accordance with that.

"Well, that Tom Riddle left a Diary and that Diary could possess people and open the chamber. I first entered in here a few days ago when the diary kidnapped a student. After that day, I came again today to explore this place. Your mouth...I mean, your statue's mouth was hanging open, and I wanted to check if there was another Basilisk inside. So, I put on my armor and came here." I concluded.

I didn't mention the presence of another Parselmouth. From my words, it seems that the Diary Riddle him brought me here. I didn't want Slytherin to know that a friend of mine was a Horcrux. I know for a fact that the Diary Riddle never entered here since Michael Corner isn't a descendant of Slytherin so the blood wards wouldn't allow it.

Slytherin's eyes flashed with anger upon every mention of Tom Riddle. Well, I guess that's a good sign. But I still haven't revealed to Slytherin whether I have friendship or enmity with Riddle. I need to have more info.

Slytherin focused more on my last Words. "An armor, huh?" He muttered to himself. "What kind of armor is that? Is it Goblin made?"

It's time for my explanation. I opened my mouth,

And gave my answer:

"It's a family heirloom. I know nothing about it." That's it.

After grandma, this family thingy is my second favorite. 'It's family magic', 'it's family heirloom'. How handy is that? Just blame it all on the ancestors.

The portrait went silent after getting its answer. It must really suck if your glorious defenses are casually broken through by an unassuming child. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Up to now, I've caught up with the situation and have planned my actions according to the things I've observed up to now.

The first thing to be noticed is how the Portrait doesn't seem intent on immediately killing me or getting me to leave this place.

I waited patiently for Slytherin to think it through.

"Hmm...if it's a family Heirloom, then the one who made it must be a genius. My spell should have directly bypassed any armor, and it can make its way into the body the tiniest of the gaps..."

The old man was mumbling things to himself.

I quietly took notes.

The room was huge due to extension charms. And it was structured to give off a homey vibe. Chris had hired a few 'bouncers' to manage things if some students get out of line.

The Quidditch was still canceled since some players had been Petrified and the Mandrakes would only mature till the end of the year. Thus, the club more than made up for it with its competitions and prices.

Overall, life was going great for Chris at Hogwarts.

***

While Chris was having a peaceful life, someone else's life was currently destroyed.

On a full moon night, a man was walking through an unknown forest, dimly illuminated by the moonlight and his wand. The man's skin hand many wrinkles, especially his face. His head had started balding for a few months now. Gone were the once beautiful golden locks. Now, he only had patches of small pale hair on his head. He was impotent, and his body ached a little as if he was getting old.

This person was the once renowned and eminent Adventurer, Gilderoy Lockhart. But currently, he was miserable. Really miserable. He'd thought that becoming a professor at Hogwarts would be his next step to reach even more fame and attention, but... it had all backfired on him. Dreadfully so.

And all of it happened because of just one little kid.

"Chris Martin," Lockhart muttered through gritted teeth. His voice was dry and hoarse, but it was filled with unimaginable hate. But Lockhart really didn't have the capability to do anything right now. His mind was almost broken from the sudden changes that had happened to him this year.

"Sssssss....Hissssss." At this moment, Lockhart heard the hissing sounds characteristic of a snake from right behind him.

Lockhart jumped in fear and quickly turned around.

"!!!!"

There, right in front of him, he saw a large, green snake dimly visible under moonlight and wand light. It was about 12 feet long and as thick as a man's thigh. Though that wasn't the thing that terrified Lockhart. What truly terrified him was its red eyes which were looked straight into his own.

"Hisssssss," if Lockhart ever thought that snakes couldn't grin evilly, he was wrong.

Right then, he felt a strong force m bulldoze right through his weak mind. Currently, his occlumency was no more, and his weak mind was something the red-eyed snake had been trying to find again ever since its past prey Quirell.

Within seconds, Lockhart's weak mind was subdued by a strong and malevolent force, and the snake then opened its mouth wide And a dark, mist link thing came out of its mouth. As if the thing had a life of its own, he borrowed right into Lockhart, forcing its way into his head.

Lockhart fell back convulsed rapidly but couldn't utter a word as his body was taken over by an unknown being.

After an unknown amount of time,

"Ssssigh." A hissing sigh then escaped his mouth, but the voice definitely didn't belong to him. It was a very cold and evil voice, barely human.

The being slowly sat up and cast a few spells on his own body with a few waves of his newly acquired wand.

"Oh? No wonder," it muttered seemingly to itself as he observed the results. The being found that the body he possessed had at least five dark curses cast on it, and were still not cured.

"A minor problem." He muttered dismissively. Dark Arts was his domain. This level of curses were nothing too serious to him. In fact, these curses actually helped him. Otherwise, the prey wouldn't have been this easy to control...

"Now, let's check the memories." he muttered as he closed his eyes and began combing through Lockhart's mind, starting directly from the deepest parts.

"Ssaayyaasasha!!!" The being swore loudly in Parseltongue when the first memory he saw was what... this body's owner had done to its body.

Lord Voldemort had never felt this much disgraced in his entire life

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A.N.: I wasn't gonna today, since I just took three tests back to back and was studying all night yesterday, so I really needed some sleep. But when I saw that many had still given power stones and many subscribed the *******, I felt motivated and obligated to right. So, I just posted a chapter on ******* and posting here as well.

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By the way, a part of motivation came from the chapter itself. It's title was 'The long awaited reunion'. You guess who he's going to reunite with ;-)

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