"Please accept my invitation, students from the future."

Slytherin's portrait bowed slowly in the frame, and then slowly disappeared. It was obvious that the proud owner did not think that Bree would not enter.

Bree looked at the petrified Draco, and a white mist appeared on his hand, and then a small green line climbed down his trouser legs, covering Draco's robe, and finally fell on Draco's legs.

At the neck.

"Look at Draco."

Needless to say, Breeder said that as his patron saint, the little green snake understood that Breeder asked him to protect Draco.

Entering this hidden office, the first thing Bree saw was the portrait hanging above the desk directly opposite, where Slytherin was observing Bree.

"A very courageous boy." Slytherin nodded with satisfaction, then raised his eyes proudly and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I never thought I would wake up again."

When Bree heard this, he was a little surprised that this was Slytherin's first time to wake up. It seemed that his descendants had not woken him up before, and they had never been here.

Tom never said this either.

"Tell me your name, child."

"Brie Olde, hello, sir." When Bree heard Slytherin's question, he gave a slight salute as a sign of respect for the name Slytherin. According to the academy, this person is their

The first senior and also the spiritual symbol of their college.

"Very good." Slytherin nodded again with satisfaction.

"You have a very good talent. You seem to be aware of the little cyan outside the house. There is some inquiry in Slytherin's eyes, but he is just a portrait now, and he has no intention of capturing Bree for study."

"You were surprised by my arrival, weren't you."

"Perhaps you are right to be cautious, because you do not have Slytherin's blood in your body. I am considering whether to tell you something."

In the portrait, Slytherin drawled meaningfully and looked at Bree with a smile. It seemed that it was time for Bree to show himself in front of him.

Bree frowned slightly.

"I want to know, are there any clues about where the Resurrection Stone is?"

After hearing about the Resurrection Stone, Slytherin thought for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

"There is a lot of information about the God of Death, but it's just a clue to the Resurrection Stone, which is outside the house. But maybe I can tell you what I know directly. After all, it was in my hand at the beginning."

"Sorry to trouble you, sir."

Slytherin hummed softly and said strangely: "Don't there be things in my study that attract you? There are magic, alchemy, potions, and even ways to live forever."

Bree smiled, looked at Slytherin's portrait, and asked with a hint of inquiry: "Are you still alive?"

"I don't know about life. I'm just a portrait. I don't know my memory after I leave here. I even say that I don't have any more unnecessary memories."

Bree nodded unexpectedly, but the portrait added: "But I can be sure that I am no longer in this world."

"this world?"

Bree made a confused sound, and Slytherin was delighted for a moment when he heard this.

He said: "It seems that you know some secrets of this world. It is convenient to talk to smart people. My children do not have the awareness of another world."

"The world is mysterious, and finding the truth of the world is the wizard's ultimate pursuit."

Slytherin was obviously idealistic, and every tone of his voice carried a strong sense of self-dominance, as if he was trying to prove that he was right by making everyone around him agree with his every word.

"Of course, if you hadn't seen some wonderful things, I wouldn't have woken up." What Slytherin was saying was that Bree had gone to the source of the world, and the growth of those rules was a memory that Bree could never forget.

.

Bree also brought changes in the rules. As an ancient wizard, Slytherin had done a lot of research in this area.

"Well, sir, can you tell me about the Resurrection Stone first?" Bree politely interrupted the thought about himself in Slytherin's eyes.

"Oh, the Resurrection Stone, a dream object that has been pursued by countless people. It is the legendary possession of the God of Death."

Slytherin smiled and said: "Of course, that's just a guy. The Resurrection Stone can't bring about rebirth. It will only make the guy who is greedy for it fall into a death trap."

Slytherin reminded Breede: "Never fall into the dream of resurrection, even if there is a person in your heart who will risk his life to be resurrected."

After saying that, Slytherin didn't wait for Bree to ask why, and said: "Back then, I was also looking for the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, and finally I found the Resurrection Stone. Of course, I was very lucky. I didn't have anyone who needed to be resurrected at that time.

Very sincere about his research.”

"In the end, I concluded that it was trash and threw it in this office."

"Don't look at it, not everyone can get rid of confusion." Slytherin saw Bree starting to observe the study room and smiled disdainfully. Of course, this was not towards Bree.

"One of my children stole it, but I gave him my magical locket for inheritance early tomorrow, but he still greedily wants to break the rules of this world and pursue immortality again."

"Immortality..." Brie couldn't help but wonder: "Don't you have a way for him to survive?"

Slytherin had clearly said before that he had a method of immortality.

"Not dying, haha, not dying is easy." Slytherin laughed loudly, until he laughed enough, he said: "That is to leave this world without immortal rules, or to become an immortal monster..."

"There is no real immortality in this world."

Slytherin was not going to say more on this. He continued: "If you want to find the Resurrection Stone, then go and find it from my descendant, Gunter. Of course, according to that kid's nature, he will

Make the Resurrection Stone into an ordinary ring."

The Gaunts?

Tom’s maternal clan!

Bree raised her eyebrows in surprise. Maybe Tom already knew where the Resurrection Stone was, but why would he let himself do it again? There was no way he could have guessed that Slytherin would meet him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tom, far away in the wizarding world on the other side of the ocean, sneezed. The cold wind around him was cold, but it could not stop his smile.

"My dear little Brie has gone to the secret room. As a custom of the Slytherin descendants, you can't help but go and get some things." Tom briskly took the file bag in his hand and walked into a French wizard's house.

Check out the vacant shops on the commercial streets and talk to the sellers who have been waiting for them for a long time.

"It's up to you to find this ring, kid."

Slytherin smiled, but looking at Bree's steps to leave, he reminded: "I'm not sure if I can wake up when you come next time. This study will fall into a deep sleep again. Don't you

Don’t you have any idea about this place?”

Bree stopped and pretended to be cautious and said: "I'm not sure I can get your approval, sir."

"My awakening is recognition." Slytherin smiled helplessly, and then said: "Find my locket. That is the key here. Of course, don't come here through the basilisk passage."

"In Slytherin, every fireplace serves as a doorway."

"After you get the locket, try to open it. I look forward to you embarking on the path I once took, finding the original truth of the world, and fulfilling our wishes."

There were sounds outside the house, and the portraits in the study became duller. Bree slowly walked out. The real treasure here was probably the portrait of Slytherin himself, but he didn't want to talk to him now.

When the room closed and the walls returned to their original state, Draco gradually regained consciousness.

"Oh, what happened?"

Draco felt like he was entangled in something and couldn't move, but he looked around and found nothing.

"This place is too evil, Brie, let's get out of here quickly!"

"Clang!"

The door to what looked like a Potions classroom suddenly opened, and when Bree and Draco looked, they saw only a pool of flames.

Draco walked closer, but felt no heat.

"Let's go." Bree knew that this was the correct way to leave the Chamber of Secrets. After all, according to legend, the Chamber of Secrets was originally a place where Slytherin taught students he liked. Not only those students, but also Slytherin himself.

It was also impossible to get out of the wet and smelly sewers. Teleportation magic was not uncommon in their time.

Bree stepped through the flame door first, and Draco followed closely after seeing this.

"Wow, this is our dormitory?"

Draco looked at the scene in front of him with some disbelief. The fireplace behind him had returned to its original appearance and was so warm. Of course, if you put your hand in it, you would get burned.

"This is the magic left by Slytherin." Bree answered for Draco, but Draco was not very interested.

"We just went and took a look around, but we didn't come back with anything good!"

Draco lay flat on his bed with a little anger on his face. It was a shame to come back from the adventure and find nothing.

"Don't be angry. Let's go and have a look next time. You see, it's already late."

A lot of time was wasted in the conversation with Slytherin, and now I'm afraid it's time to start tonight's dinner. Even though it's Christmas today, tonight's meal will still be sumptuous.

By the time Bree and Draco arrived in the hall, Professor Flitwick had stopped decorating most of the places, and the dining tables of the four houses had been pushed to the corners, leaving only a small table in the center.

table for the students and professors staying on campus to enjoy tonight's food.

"There are a lot of little snakes this year." Draco curled his lips and sat at the corner of the table with Bree. He and Bree didn't want to be next to Dumbledore. The food there was a bit sweeter than ordinary ones.

Especially pumpkin juice or lemonade, if they are not careful, they will choke on the sweet juice.

"Brie, where did you go this afternoon?"

At this time, Hermione sat over, and Bree raised her eyes and glanced at Harry, who was looking forward to him, and frowned, but it was aimed at Hagrid, who was sitting next to Harry.
To be continued...