Return of Salazar Slytherin

20- Ah, Hogwarts!

When he left, he vowed never to set foot on this land again, but now he has broken his promise.

No, it was Salazar Slytherin who swore never to set foot in Hogwarts territory again. What does this have to do with me, Rhys Chasala Lint?

Rhys comforted himself.

He had also imagined before what kind of scene it would be like if he came back, under what circumstances he would come back, and what he would say to Godric and the others when he came back. As a result, even the biggest fantasy he had imagined None of it is as magical as the current situation.

A full thousand years have passed since the last time I came here, and my three old friends from back then have also left here.

But to say that the three of them turned into a handful of loess, Rhys didn't believe it.

Even if he can find a way to extend his life, will his three old friends really welcome death calmly? Rhys thought it was unlikely. Maybe the three of them had woken up from a long sleep just like him and returned here anonymously? or maybe they were still sleeping?

Or maybe they really didn't find a way to extend their lives—No. Rhys shook his head.

Rhys would never admit that they were dead until he saw their bones.

A gust of cold wind blew by. Although the thick robes on his body blocked most of the cold, the exposed head, face and hands were unavoidable.

The three of them all trembled.

A light suddenly appeared above the crowd, and a rich voice shouted: "First years, first years come over here! Harry, come over here, how do you do?"

""" Harry? ..Harry Potter? So was it the truth that he was in this train?!"""

Hushed voices came from other little wizards.

Like the students around him, Rhys looked in the direction of the lamp and saw a thin little wizard wearing a wizard robe and with messy black hair coming out.

'That's Harry Potter? '

This is the thought that pops into many people's minds.

Everyone was a little disappointed when they saw Harry, because the person who appeared in their field of vision was an ordinary child, about ten years old, thin and small, with a hint of timidity. But if you think about it carefully, Potter should be like this. Take away the aura of the savior from him, and he is only an eleven-year-old child.

Rhys met the boy who survived without any precautions.

Daphne tugged at the corner of Rhys's clothes and whispered to him in a low voice: "He looks so... ordinary?"

She was at a loss for words, but finally found the adjective that best suited Potter.

Yes, ordinary.

Rhys also felt that the guy was unremarkable and looked like an ordinary boy. He didn't looked 'handsome than any other' or 'like a god' how the over exaggerated fictional books about the boy who lived portrait him.

Rhys in the ice cream shop had even read a fictional book where Harry Potter kills the dark dragon and saves the princes.... well, that was a children's book.. ahehe...

If you ignore those fake stories, it is understandable that this was not ancient times where everyone used to train their body and swordsmanship. But he really didn't know how the Dark Lord fell into his hands. Maybe he would be able to figure it out after a close encounter in the future.

"So what do you think he should be like?" Rhys replied with a question to Daphne while taking out several candy jars from his pocket.

"I, I don't know. (˵¯͒¯͒˵)" She wanted to reply, "Like you," but when the words came to her lips, she was too embarrassed to say them.

"Take it." Rhys put a candy box containing a ball of blue fire into her hand, gave one to Hermione, and kept one for himself.

"It's a simple trick, you can use it to warm your hands. The effect will go automatically after half an hour, so you don't have to worry about it."

Holding the candy jar in his hand, Rhys felt a warmth spread from his palms, and soon his hands were all warm. He wiped his face with his hand, and all the chill left by the cold wind was dissipated.

Daphne, Hermione: V✪⋏✪V

"Amazing!"

What a blessing it is to have a warm feeling in the cold wind!

"I'll teach you guys later." A smile appeared on Rhys' lips.

This spell was invented by him and improved by Rowena. It once helped them survive the bitter cold polar night in the Nordic wilderness.

Magic is like this, it has the effect of turning decay into magic and saving lives.

Ignoring the talks of people about the savior, Rhys and the other three came to Hagrid with jars of fire in their hands.

He held a lantern and shouted a few more words. After confirming that no first-year students were left behind, he led the group of little wizards towards the school.

The road to Hogwarts Castle was steep and narrow, and it was pitch dark. The little wizards followed Hagrid as they stumbled along this bad road.

The scenery became more familiar to Rhys the deeper he walked. Finally, a black lake suddenly appeared at the end of the path.

On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stood a majestic castle. The castle was lined with spiers and windows.

It twinkles under the starry sky and competes with the night sky, just like a blurry dreamy wonderland.

Rhys seemed to have jumped through time and returned to a thousand years ago. On that morning thousands of years ago, the four of them walked through the rugged path and came to this lake, and finally decided to build their own magic school on this hillside.

...

Before that, the four of them had been arguing for a long time about the location of the school. Perhaps they were thinking about it day and night. Rowena Ravenclaw dreamed that a warthog led her to the lake. It led her to a land with abundant water and grass.

After dawn, she and her friends followed the guidance in the dream and finally found the place in the dream.

There are swamps, lakes, valleys, and mire here. Each founder can find a place they are satisfied with here, so everyone unanimously decided to build their own magic school here.

Of course, Rhys felt that Rowena's so-called "dream" was nonsense. She must have used some method to find this piece of land that she was very satisfied with, and then she was afraid that the other three people would have objections, so she made up such a story. Giving everyone a psychological hint to like this place even before seeing it.

If she really had such a dream, Rhys thought that the four of them should clean up the surrounding lakes and forests as soon as possible and find the ghost-like monster who lored them here, can such a dream be done casually? It contains too strong prophetic hints, and Rowena Ravenclaw is not good at predicting the future.

After seeing the Hogwarts Castle, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them and couldn't help but let out a loud "Oh".

...

"Ah, Hogwarts..." Rhys couldn't help but sigh, and all kinds of emotions and feelings were condensed in this sigh.

There was a row of small boats by the lake, and the students boarded the boats one by one under the guidance of Hagrid.

A boat can seat up to four people, and Hagrid has one boat by himself.

Rhys, Hermione, and Daphne boarded a small boat closest to them, and Neville followed. Rhys noticed that Harry Potter and a red-haired boy sat on the boat next to him.

Once everyone was aboard, Hagrid shouted, "Go!"

Yup, Rhys could see how those boats were moving or what was carrying them. 

The boat immediately glided across the mirror-like surface of the lake and headed for the huge castle that towered into the sky.

As they approached the cliff where the castle stood, the castle seemed to tower over their heads.

The boat slowed down as it approached the cliff, carrying the freshmen through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, into a hidden entrance, through a dark tunnel under the castle, and finally to an underground dock.

The students climbed up a patch of gravel and pebbles, followed the tunnel in the rock, and finally reached a flat, wet meadow in the shadow of the castle.

A huge oak door appeared in front of them, and Hagrid walked up the steps and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened.

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