Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"I am Salazar Slytherin."

There was mockery on his face, and he looked at Lothar like a clown.

This look made Lothar very uncomfortable, as if she had been stripped naked by someone else.

"But why are you here?"

"This is another story, but why don't you go and take back your body?"

Slytherin turned around and looked somewhere.

"What?" Lothar was a little surprised, he didn't expect it.

"Take your body back," Slytherin repeated again. "The charm magic you used on that little girl before was actually a kind of soul magic."

"That's not to confuse people, but to connect your soul to her."

Hearing this, Lothar became even more confused.

What is soul connection?

But when he thought about Hermione's joys and sorrows that he had felt before, Lothar felt like he understood something.

Slytherin looked at the expression of realization on his face, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"What you did at that time was secretly guided by him, using the memories you saw."

"Why?" Lothar asked doubtfully. Even if his and Hermione's souls were connected, would this be of any benefit to Voldemort?

Slytherin turned around again and looked at Lothar.

Lothar could even see the complicated meaning in his red eyes.

"When you connected with that little girl's soul, he connected his soul with yours."

"Your memories are known to each other to a certain extent. Just as you know his memories, he will also know some of your memories. It's just that his soul is too weaker than yours, and he just doesn't know that he can learn from your memories. See how much.”

"Moreover, this has another advantage for him, that is, when he is resurrected, he can swallow your soul to take a step closer and perfect himself."

"But what he may not have expected is that the sacrifice object required for your resurrection would actually choose a basilisk."

"Of course, what you didn't expect is that" he stepped forward, and Lothar could feel that something was wrong with him.

He seems too excited

"What is it?" Lothar asked.

"You haven't thought that although I put this basilisk here intentionally, it is actually contaminated."

"Pollution" Lothar was suddenly startled. There was no such thing mentioned in the original work.

Besides, how could this basilisk be contaminated?

It itself is a symbol of evil

But he suddenly thought of the black magic pattern in the white light.

Could it be those things?

Lothar looked at Slytherin with a puzzled look, waiting for his answer.

"Are all the boys of later generations so ignorant or ignorant? Or, those things have disappeared for a long time."

"Those things" Lothar felt that the more she listened, the more confused she became.

Slytherin saw that he was not pretending, but felt very strange about what he said, and couldn't help but sigh.

The expression on his face became a little lonely, "It seems that those things from back then are really gone."

"What exactly are you talking about?"

Everything that happened today gave Lothar a great shock.

First of all, this fragment of Voldemort's soul did not die, but was fused with him, waiting to take over the spotlight during this resurrection.Although Lothar doesn't know

Then he saw Salazar Slytherin from thousands of years ago appearing in front of him in a strange way.

He also learned that the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets was placed here intentionally by Slytherin because the basilisk was contaminated.

Although I don’t know what it was that was contaminated, but looking at Slytherin’s appearance, I knew it was definitely not something good.

And these are not in the original work or have never appeared.

He only knew that the basilisk might have been left to the descendants of Slytherin, but looking at the current situation, there might be something hidden.

The blow this dealt to Lothar can be imagined.

I thought I only needed to be careful about Dumbledore in order to be resurrected, but who knew that there was Voldemort hiding in the dark who needed to be careful most.

And the one at the back is still an old Yinbi. After so many days, Lothar has not noticed a trace of him. This can only imagine how good Voldemort is at hiding and how terrifying he is.

Now is the moment for the poisonous snake hidden in the dark to open its fangs.

"Now then" Lothar did not continue. Since the basilisk was contaminated, and he happened to choose to absorb the basilisk's magic and vitality to resurrect, this gave him an ominous premonition.

"Don't worry, when you absorb the life force of this basilisk and start to resurrect, that pollution has already begun to infect you."

Slytherin smiled, and this smile gave him a feeling of comfort.

But what he said made Lothar feel bad.

What do you mean, when their resurrection began, the basilisk pollution had already begun to invade them.

"But" Slytherin changed his tone, "I don't know if it's because you are so lucky that you haven't been contaminated by that thing at all, but my descendants are different."

He chuckled, somewhat mockingly.

Anyway, in Lothar's eyes, Slytherin was mocking Tom.

Suddenly, Slytherin looked at him again.

His eyes were extremely serious, and even the expression on his face had a hint of indescribable indifference.

"Next, you have to go out."

"His soul is contaminated. It's not that easy to deal with with the help of that thing."

"Remember, during fusion, once you fail to survive, you will never have a chance to be resurrected."

After saying that, Slytherin waved his hand again, and Lothar's eyes felt blurry.

Unlike before, this time he was very awake, but his vision was still blurry.

This blur gave Lothar a sense of spatial dislocation.

Close your eyes and open them again.

What appeared in front of him was the huge head of the basilisk, as well as its two bright, big lightbulb-like eyes.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned to this place again, as if everything that had just happened was just a fantasy of his.

There was no Salazar Slytherin, and there was no Voldemort who he said had opened his fangs.

However, what made Lothar feel a little strange.

Is it too quiet here?

It was so quiet that there was no sound, not even the basilisk made any sound.

Looking carefully, Lothar found that the basilisk was motionless.

"Huhuhu" a breeze blew through his hair.

With a wry smile, Lothar turned around and looked at the handsome and evil boy standing behind him.

"Tom Riddle"