Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 114 The Chamber of Secrets

After the snake-shaped phantom penetrated Harry's scar, Harry suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground.

In the darkness, he heard a magnificent voice.

"My son, I am the great Salazar Slytherin, I have chosen you to let go of your heart, and you will inherit everything from me."

The voice hissed.

His voice was low and hoarse, and his words were full of temptation, just like the poisonous snake that wanted to invite Eve to taste the fruit.

"Why. How?"

Harry's mind was in turmoil, and he felt a tingling sensation, like a needle was poking him, but it wasn't mild, and it made Harry a little more conscious.

"How can I be a child of Slytherin? And hasn't he been dead for a thousand years?"

Harry's little head was filled with great confusion at the moment.But he gradually realized that as long as he ignored or responded to the voice, the stinging would become less and less painful.

"Don't you want my wealth?
And my strength, my knowledge!
Just let go of the resistance, and I'll hand over everything I leave to you, and you'll be responsible for killing those disgusting thieves and thieves! "

The voice of the man who called himself Salazar Slytherin became anxious, and Harry felt the sting a little more.

But then another voice joined in.

"Go away! Damn thing! Get out of my head!
Bring your rags with you! "

That voice was extremely cold, but it gave Harry an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Pain and irritation were revealed in his voice.

"I must have heard this man's voice, but when?"

Harry recalls seeing a bed in his "mind" and then a cozy room.It was a deep night, there was a bright light, and there was a woman. But his memory was interrupted roughly, and the cold voice was cursing:

"Go away! You're dead! Dead!
old fool!let me go! "

"You are my offspring! Give up resistance!

Everything about you belongs to me! "

said the man calling himself Salazar Slytherin.

Although he called himself "Salazar Slytherin", he didn't feel like the great Big Four to Harry at all, but rather like his cousin Dudley, who would only bully Big Four. A bully of his own weaklings.

The quarrel between the two voices continued, as if a violent conflict had broken out between them.

"You all get out!"

Harry was already feeling a little irritated, he said loudly, his voice was as loud as thunder.

But at this moment, a beam of shining light suddenly pierced through the darkness here, it was like a spear of light shot down from the silver city in mythology!
"Wake up, Harry!"

Professor Dumbledore's voice suddenly echoed in the darkness. Looking at the light, Harry gradually lost consciousness.But in the next moment, he suddenly woke up.

"William? And Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry asked in bewilderment.

He found himself lying on William's lap, feeling a burning pain in his cheek, and a bitter, acrid taste in his mouth that reminded him of Ron's socks.Professor Dumbledore squatted aside, holding his wand.

"Just after you yelled that paragraph, you suddenly fainted. We tried many methods to wake you up."

William said with erratic eyes.

Before Dumbledore thought of a reliable method, he had already tried physical and chemical methods, including but not limited to pinching people, slapping people, feeding "coffee mates" and other methods, which were enough to make a potions professor jealous I can't wait to knock Harry out and repeat it in turn.

"Yes, I heard two voices just now.
And a woman! "

Harry sat up suddenly and said loudly.

"Okay, okay, we can discuss those after returning to the castle, and now there is a Slytherin secret room waiting for us to explore."

Dumbledore interrupted him suddenly, he glanced at William, and shook his head slightly.But even if he didn't say it, William could guess it all.

"It's no wonder that the Gaunt family is about to go bankrupt, and no one will come to open the secret room."

William thought to himself—what could help Salazar Slytherin achieve his goal of cleaning up the Muggle Seeds than leaving a bunch of his own soul or consciousness?
As arrogant as he is, of course he will not believe in the abilities of anyone else, even if he is his own heir.

So Salazar left the secret room in the secret room, kept part of his soul or consciousness here, and set up very strict mechanisms.

In order to ensure the success rate, those who can come here must be the descendants who respect him very much. They will naturally dream of inheriting the power of Salazar Slytherin and become tools for his rebirth.

But something must have gone wrong with his plan.

"His heirs are not fools either. Maybe they guessed something, or maybe they were warned, so they only use the basilisk, but they never open this room."

William wondered what the offspring of Slytherin were thinking.

Of course they are willing to let Slytherin return so that they can rule the entire wizarding world again, but that can't be at the expense of themselves, and they don't want to bring back an ancestor casually and ride on their heads.

When the Gunter family fell, perhaps this secret was lost along with a certain generation of family heirs.

"As expected of an academy full of infighting talent trees."

He had to sigh with emotion.

But Salazar Slytherin would never have imagined that it took nearly a thousand years before someone opened this room, and only a small piece of soul belonged to his descendants.

That offspring is even more arrogant than himself.

"But now it's time to see the real chamber."

William rubbed his hands. He felt that he had touched the bag more and more recently.

This is a good thing.

When Harry fainted, he had simply looked at the secret room—it seemed to correspond to the brain of the statue of Salazar Slytherin, and there were several large rooms in it.

The place they were in was a study room that also served as a laboratory. There were many pots on the shelves against the wall, a complete set of tools for brewing potions, and a few thick manuscript notes.

William simply flipped through the notes, and found that they were all enchanted, so they wouldn't turn into a piece of fly ash as the millennium passed, making them unreadable.

As for those formulas, although many of them have better substitutes in modern times, there are still some interesting contents.

"It's these materials, what are they?"

The blood-gray vines picked at midnight, the two-headed centipede powder cultivated by snake blood, the bones of innocent people who died in the banshee's lamentation
"William, Professor Dumbledore!

I think you guys have to come see this! "

Harry cried out suddenly.

(End of this chapter)