Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

On the fourth day after Helga came to Black's old house, Salazar opened his eyes.

Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at Grindelwald sitting next to him, thinking about how to deal with the aftereffects of him bringing people out without authorization.

Grindelwald naturally understood what Dumbledore was thinking, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Salazar coughed weakly, and then said to the two people with a particularly pitiful expression: "I don't feel very well, can you hold my hand?"

"please~~"

Godric and Helga, who were planning to eat Dumbledore melon, showed astonished expressions.

This is Salazar?

This is Salazar Slytherin?

"Merlin..." Helga looked at Godric, his eyes conveying the mood at the moment.

Under Salazar's penetrating eyes, Dumbledore finally compromised. He took one of Salazar's hands, and then motioned Grindelwald to hold the other.

Grindelwald lowered his head. Since he came to Black's old house, he has rarely spoken. He is a person who has been trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Sara looked at it like a child comforted by her parents, showing a satisfied expression, then adjusted her head to a comfortable angle, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Dumbledore's heart softened. He was surprised by the appearance of this child, and he has never figured out how to face it. However, as long as he thinks that this child has half of his own flesh and blood, he feels strange and at the same time Can't help but feel a little bit of love.

Grindelwald glanced up at Dumbledore's gradually softening expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

After Godric went out with Helga, he fell into confusion. He bowed his head and thought for a long time, but he didn't understand the purpose of his friend.

Helga's tone was light, with doubts: "Is he acting like a baby? Does he actually do that sometimes?"

Godric shook his head and nodded again, and said uncertainly: "When I met him, he was no longer the age to act like a baby, maybe, just like our body gets smaller and our age gets younger, so our mentality also changes. The reason is the same? Salazar also acted like a baby with his parents when he was 12 years old?"

Helga bowed her head in thought, then said, "I don't believe he would do that? There must be a reason!"

In the house, after making sure that Salazar was asleep, Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald.

"Don't take advantage of this kid, Gellert."

Grindelwald still lowered his head and said nothing.

Dumbledore frowned fiercely. He didn't like this silent Grindelwald very much, so he emphasized again: "You shouldn't use him!"

Grindelwald raised his head slowly, and said weakly: "He just sensed my thoughts and wanted to help, use? Albus, do you have to use such cruel words to describe me?"

Dumbledore just turned his head away, his eyes fell on the corner of the room, and he spoke slowly, but resolutely.

"I can't forgive you, and I can't forgive you."

Grindelwald smiled wryly, softened his tone again, and even looked a little humble: "Even if I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope that you don't ignore my existence, isn't that okay?"

He looked at Dumbledore's back with infinite sadness: "I am willing to try everything possible for you to restore the blood alliance, even if this child appears unexpectedly."

"Albus, I was terrified. The appearance of this child made me uneasy, but as long as I think that he may be able to establish another kind of connection between you and me, I am secretly happy."

Grindelwald greedily stared at Dumbledore's side face: "If I need to hide from you, you will not know his existence. I am willing to let you know him because I know how important family is to you."

"I even thought, if he was a girl, maybe I could name him Ariana, and then thought, you might be mad, so it's good to be a boy. I named him Albus, and just thought, this In the world, there is a child named Albus Grindelwald Dumbledore, and I think this is a wonderful thing."

"Sachs is a smart kid. He saw how much I thought about you. He just wanted to help me. If you mind, I will talk to him." Grindelwald looked frustrated, his words It seemed very sincere, trying to convince Dumbledore of his intentions.

"He has a part of you and me, and I'm satisfied just thinking about it." Grindelwald smiled. "He is by your side, will it make you think of me occasionally? That's good, just like every day I am now, I am recalling our past."

Dumbledore turned around helplessly, and said to Grindelwald, "You are still so calculating."

Dumbledore's heart can really be ruthless, Godric and the others watched Dumbledore send Grindelwald away expressionlessly.

Salazar sat at the table and made no second attempt to keep Grindelwald.

Helga pulled Godric to sit next to him, intending to ask him what was the matter.

Godric watched Salazar clumsily cutting the pie on his dinner plate, and naturally took the knife and fork from him, and cut the pie into suitable small pieces. After all, Salazar was unconscious After a long time, his hands and feet are a little weak, but depending on the situation, he can recover well before school starts.

Without waiting for the two to ask, Salazar announced his agreement with Grindelwald.

His current body was accidentally created when Grindelwald repaired his blood alliance with Dumbledore, and Salazar's own soul, in fact, he didn't figure out why he was attracted into this body, but he just vaguely remembered , a voice asked him if he would leave and go back to his friends.

Salazar said unhurriedly: "I know that I'm dead, and I should be in the world of the dead, but I heard that voice say, I can see you, so I hesitated for a long time, and I still want to see your thoughts occupy me." With the upper hand, I agreed."

"Is that so?" Helga rested her chin on her hands and stared at Salazar, as if trying to find out some other information from his expression.

"But the guy said that it took too long for me to reply to him, and he complained, and when I regained consciousness, I saw Grindelwald."

"Does Grindelwald know who you are?" Godric looked at the table with his fingers.

"He knows that the body created by the blood alliance has no soul, and that I'm just a soul that accidentally fell into it, but I didn't tell him my specific identity. As for whether he knows it, that's his own business. Maybe I don't know, maybe my performance made him see that I am not a wizard of the same era as him." Salazar shrugged and continued. "But he was more than happy to take advantage of my special situation and form another connection with his old flame."

"You two have an agreement?" Helga asked.

Salazar cast a careful glance at Godric, and continued in the puzzled eyes of the other party: "It's not that there is no such thing, but I think the situation between him and Dumbledore seems to be a bit... um... Even if it's me Sympathize with him."

Helga gave Salazar a blank look, and said directly: "Do you think Grindelwald looks like you!?"

Godric snorted and said, "Isn't it a bit similar? For example, you both pursue great power, and you both feel that wizards and Muggles can't live in peace. I heard that Grindelwald almost set off Muggles and Muggles Wizard's war? Do you agree with this junior's idea?"

Salazar sighed and replied honestly: "If it was before my death, I would have recognized his ideas, but after his death, those ideas are not so important. I care more about other things."

[For example, the regret of parting ways with you because of different ideas, Godric. 】Salazar lowered his head, feeling a little depressed.

Dumbledore can't forgive Grindelwald, in his eyes, isn't Godric unable to forgive his own comparison?

Thousands of years ago, Salazar was more willing to lead a way out between wizards and Muggles, but Godric was tired of killing and war. He and the other two were more willing to build a barrier to protect wizards and keep wizards and Muggles away. Quarantine and let the wizards recuperate.

Salazar drew the students of Hogwarts to his side and rejected the little wizards from the Muggle world. His actions annoyed his other three friends.

This is the reason why he left Hogwarts. Godric did not allow the students he taught to be sent to the battlefield by his friends.

Godric tried to persuade Salazar's extreme ideas, but he failed. In Salazar's eyes, his friend was cowardly and without vision.

An unprecedented quarrel broke out between the two, but under the unanimous opposition of the other three, Salazar couldn't realize his idea, so he simply left Hogwarts under the pretext of pursuing more powerful power in a fit of anger.

In fact, he also held a little extravagant hope that if he became stronger, he would have the advantage in the Muggle war, and his friends who were worried about the tragic sacrifice of wizards should not object to his idea.

But he didn't understand that Godric was simply tired of sacrifices and endless killings. It didn't matter who could win between Muggles and wizards!

Helga understood Salazar's unfinished words and looked at Godric.

Godric was just silent and didn't say anything. He pushed the plate on which he had cut the pie in front of Salazar, stood up, and left the table.

Looking at Salazar's gloomy eyes, Helga took a deep breath and said, "I'm glad you're back, Salazar."

Under Salazar's expectant eyes, Helga smiled slightly.

"However, considering your students who brought the war to Hogwarts because of your influence, I must tell you clearly!" Helga emphasized. "Those who died indirectly because of you, including Godric, they all have reason to resent you."

"Salazar, Godric doesn't hate your students for killing him, but he hates you and your students for hurting the rest of Hogwarts."

"Rebuilding Hogwarts, I spent my whole life doing this," Helga said. "You should know that what Godric wants to see is your attitude towards the Hogwarts we built together, and your attitude towards the students. You have to prove it to him."

"Prove to all of us that you really have changed, you're really not the same as before."

Salazar ate the food that was just enough for him to swallow in one gulp, wondering if he had listened to Helga's words.