Return of Salazar Slytherin

28- Godric Gryffindor

Seeing that Rhys agreed to take her on the adventure, a bright smile broke out on Daphne's face.

She quickened her pace, trotted over to Rhys, and then asked him what his purpose was for sneaking out of the dormitory tonight.

He isn't up just to go to the kitchen and find something to eat, right?

"You may not know why this area is called a dungeon." Rhys glanced at Daphne who was following him and said softly.

"Isn't it because it's in the dungeon area of ​​the castle?"

Rhys: "…"

It's almost the same as "Your name is Daphne, so you are called Daphne!!".

He pursed his lips, "Because this place has really imprisoned and sealed some enemies of the four founders and evildoers who tried to get involved in Hogwarts' business."

"Why not kill them?"

"Are you a child because you were born 10 years ago or Is it because you were born 10 years ago that you are a child?" Rhys slapped her back.

He suddenly felt that he had made a mistake?

Rhys' forgot he wasn't a teacher, he.... should not have hit her back.

But Daphne didn't mind, instead, she was bewildered about what Rhys had just said. She needs to observe more and not make any hasty conclusions!

Daphne obediently closed her mouth.

Rhys continued, "They didn't kill them because many creatures cannot be killed, we can only seal them. The dungeons of Hogwarts have sealed many dark creatures that the Big Four defeated during their adventures - you have always heard of dark creatures, right?"

Daphne thought about it for a moment, remembering the Dementors who guard the Azkaban her father had mentioned to her.

"Yes, they count too."

"Then we are going to check the seals of these bad guys to prevent them from escaping?"

"That's right!"

Without wasting time, Rhys explained the purpose of the trip to Daphne and led her deeper into the dungeon.

Daphne wondered why Rhys knew this, but she knew there was no way Rhys could or rather would answer the question.

She felt more and more that the young man in front of her was extraordinary. He might really be the heir to an ancient magic family that she had made up while eating.

"It stands to reason that every generation of Headmasters has the obligation to strengthen the seal." Rhys looked at the surrounding environment. The area close to the Slytherin common room was fine, but after going down dozens of meters, the tunnel began to deteriorate.

Going further down, the torches on the wall also disappeared, which showed that the maintenance of Hogwarts staff had ended there.

From here on, the danger level of the dungeon will gradually increase, and accidents can happen at any time.

Rhys noticed a rusty sign on the wall that read: [Extremely dangerous, no entry allowed]

"Follow me."

Rhys used magic and to Daphne's astonished gaze, Conjured a fireball, lighting up the surrounding area. Daphne ducked behind him obediently, but her eyes were not idle for a moment, taking in everything around her.

After continuing dozens of steps deeper into the dungeon, cracks even began to appear on the floor tiles and walls.

Rhys's heart sank to the bottom: How could he believe that the seal was properly maintained?

For the next quarter of an hour, Rhys kept walking around in the dilapidated and dark dungeon. It was damp and cold inside the dungeon. If Rhys hadn't conjured a fire, the two of them would have caught a cold.

After passing the fourth fork in the road, Daphne had completely swerved, and she firmly believed that if she were alone, she would be lost by now.

Fortunately, Rhys still seemed to be at ease, which reassured her a lot: only one of the two could remember the way.

Rhys suddenly stopped. He raised the flame high and illuminated the way forward - there was a dead end ahead, and a wall lay across the corridor, blocking the way forward.

Just as Daphne was about to turn around, she heard Rhys's voice: "We're here."

Rhys stretched out his left palm and pressed it against the wall, and then the wall quickly melted and disappeared like dry ice exposed to the air.

"I opened the surface seal of the dungeon. Although the roads I just walked through had no torches and looked shabby, they were not very dangerous. But it will be different next. You must not run and be sure to follow me closely." Rhys warned Daphne seriously.

After a thousand years, no one knew the state of the dungeon, so it was better to be cautious.

The moment she stepped into the area behind the stone wall, Daphne felt the difference: it was more depressing than outside, making people breathless.

She subconsciously wanted to leave, but after seeing that Rhys showed no sign of returning, she could only grit her teeth and persist.

After walking along the passage for more than ten meters, a cloud of mist actually rose in the corridor, and Daphne subconsciously covered her mouth and nose.

"Don't worry, just stay behind me." Rhys pulled out his wand and pointed forward.

The mist surged toward him, but stopped a few feet in front of him, as if it had hit a wall of air.

After being blocked, the fog in the corridor suddenly thickened and became substantial in a few seconds. Then, a figure appeared in the fog.

Daphne suddenly covered her mouth.

Is it the caretaker Filch that the Headmaster had mentioned at dinner?

Her first reaction was that she and Rhys were going to be expelled, but she immediately realized that this was deep in the Hogwarts dungeons. How could there be staff patrolling here?

Rhys had already guessed the opponent's true identity, which made him a little worried: he had encountered this kind of monster on the surface, and if he went deeper, he might encounter something else!

The white mist gathered towards the figure, solidifying little by little, and the figure gradually became clear. Finally, a tall and strong middle-aged man appeared in front of Rhys and Daphne.

This man has a lion-like mane and exaggerated wavy red hair and a beard that is no less than hair in scale. But the most eye-catching thing is his eyes.

Even the thick hair cannot cover these green eyes. They are piercing and bright, like two emeralds in a ball of flame.

"You know what to do." The man's voice was rich, like a bass in a stage play. He looked down at the "short and thin" Rhys and grinned.

"Yeah." Rhys sighed.

A bright light emerged from the tip of his wand, and with a whoosh, it pierced the man's chest, leaving a hole as big as a fist.

The smile on the man's face froze for an instant, and then his facial features became distorted. White mist rushed towards the hole as if it was not a big deal, trying to fill it up.

However, the bright light came one after another until the man's upper body was blown into pieces.

After being "broken" by the bombardment, the man returned to his white mist form and fled away from Rhys.

At this time, the wall of air conjured by Rhys moved. It trapped the fleeing white mist like a fishing net, and then slowly closed it without letting go of a wisp of mist.

Rhys slowly turned the wand, shrinking the scope of the air wall little by little, compressing and re-compressing the white mist. Finally, the white mist that covered half of the corridor was crushed by him into a white bead the size of a fist.

This desire demon has not made any progress in thousands of years.

Rhys smiled and weighed the beads in his hand.

The demon of desire is a monster that changes into the appearance of the person in the memory by reading the memory. Under normal circumstances, it takes a lot of trouble. Unfortunately, today this ignorant monster chose to become Godric Gryffindor.

Its transformation did not fail. On the contrary, it was so successful that it even copied Gryffindor's character, which resulted in it being directly forced to surrender.

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