Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan tapped the wall with his magic wand, and then the stone wall began to shake, revealing a dark cave.

The cave is full of dilapidated spider webs, which look old for a long time.

Dumbledore also leaned over, "It seems that we have discovered something remarkable."

"Is it true that all pure-blood families have a secret room like this?" Canaan couldn't help asking. He found that both the Hoffman family and other pure-blood families seemed to have such a burrow.

"Not every family will have one, only those pure-blood families with a long history like to do this." Dumbledore said slowly, and took the lead to walk down with his wand.

The temperature in the cave is extremely low, and the material of the two walls is a bit special. The light seems to be absorbed after it hits here, which makes the whole cave look even more eerie.

Canaan also found the bones of some small animals scattered underground, some of which had been pulverized.

"What do you think is hidden here?" Canaan asked, breaking the silence.

"Maybe some family collections or something, you know, many families value knowledge more than wealth." Dumbledore guessed.

It didn't take long for them to see dark red candles flickering in the basement ahead.

"Who's outside? Marvolo? Or Morfin?" At this moment, a sharp, thin and piercing voice came from inside.

Marvolo Gaunt is the heir of the Gaunt family and Voldemort's grandfather, but they have both died for many years.

Canaan and Dumbledore glanced at each other, then walked in cautiously.

The ear-piercing voice didn't stop, "Oh, it's a damn thief, this stupid Marvolo, let the thief sneak into the ancestral land of the Gaunt family. I swear to Merlin, I have never seen such a stupid Children and grandchildren."

The two walked into the basement, only to find that what they had been chatting about was a painting hanging on the wall.

He has a red bald head, only some sparse white hair grows on both sides of the sideburns, and a hard beard grows on his chin, which is rough and looks extremely sloppy.

"Oh, it's a kid and a bad old man." The man in the portrait screamed after seeing Dumbledore and Canaan.

"Could it be the new heir of the Gunter family?" He patted his head again, as if talking to himself.

"Sir, who are you?" Canaan asked.

"Where is Marvolo? Let him come to see me." The bald old man yelled, ignoring Canaan.

"Mr Marvolo has been dead for many years," Dumbledore replied. His relationship with Marvolo is not bad.

"Damn it, I said why I haven't come to see me for so many years, what about Morfin? Merope? Merope was a beautiful little girl at the time, I think they should have grown up now," the bald old man said. The face reminisces.

While looking at the debris piled up in the basement, Canaan turned his head and replied, "I'm very sorry, they are all dead, sir."

"Oh, this is really sad news." The bald old man covered his face and wept, as if he couldn't believe the news.

He raised his head again, looked at Canaan and Dumbledore and said, "Who are you? How did you appear here?"

"He is the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and I am his student." Canaan said, and then picked up the two books that were pressed by the debris in the corner.

The two books are covered with black stains, and I think they have been here for a long time.

"Albus Dumbledore? I know you, Marvolo has introduced you before, as the greatest White wizard of the century, and the best ever headmaster of the school that Slytherin founded. See Come on, I was wise enough not to stop the Slytherins from building a school.

"The bald old man looked at Dumbledore and said in surprise, completely no longer the sad look just now.

"So, sir, who are you? Judging from your tone, you seem to know Slytherin." Canaan asked, blowing the dust on the book.

"Oh, of course, I'm his younger brother, and you can also call me Slytherin." The bald old man showed a proud look.

"Okay, Mr. Slytherin, so you have lived in this painting for more than a thousand years?" Canaan opened the book in his hand and found that it was full of experimental notes, which seemed to be related to blood.

"Little ghost, are you interested in those books?" Without answering Canaan's question, Slytherin asked with a smile.

Canaan nodded without replying, he was already attracted by the notes in the book.

This book not only records the cultivation process of various magical creatures, but also records experiments related to human blood.

Perhaps these books are also part of the legacy left by the real Slytherin.

After all, the Gaunts are descended from Slytherins, so it's not surprising that they have these books.

Seeing that Canaan was attracted by the contents of the book, Slytherin couldn't help but said, "Little devil, I wrote those notes."

"You wrote it?" Canaan raised his head and asked in surprise. He thought these notes were the experimental records left by the real Slytherin.

"Oh, of course, my full name is Willik Slytherin, I think Mr. Dumbledore should have heard of it."

Dumbledore was reading another book with relish. Hearing this, he nodded and recalled: "A headmaster's diary at Hogwarts did mention that Slytherin had a younger brother who was shrewd and ambitious. Reckless....dead from own stupid experiments..."

"Damn, who wrote this comment, I should have stuck a garlic up his black hairy nostril," Slytherin roared, and then he screamed, "Must be jealous of me Gryffindor, he's the only one who would slander me, the shitty, low..."

Slytherin scolded for several minutes, and seemed to have finally vented his anger.

He was paralyzed in the portrait, as if wanting some beautiful picture, and murmured weakly: "My dear Rowena...I will never see you again..."

Rowena? Is this guy a Ravenclaw suitor?

"Mr. Slytherin, do you know about the inheritance left by your brother?" Canaan couldn't help asking after finishing the book in his hand.

The research on bloodlines in this book is very novel, and it gave Canaan a new idea about his Anigmas.

"Are you here for the inheritance?" Slytherin regained his spirit and sat up from the portrait.

"Of course, you know the whereabouts of that thing?"

"Little devil, that's not a thing. It seems that you haven't passed the test he left, so I can't tell you." Slytherin shook his head.

Canaan shrugged helplessly: "Oh, well, but Principal Dumbledore by my side may have passed the test. He once received part of your brother's inheritance."

Dumbledore met Slytherin's gaze, "In the grotto in the Forbidden Forest, I passed the test set by Slytherin, but there is nothing left there, only some scattered books."

Slytherin nodded: "It seems that you really passed my brother's test, that grotto was not discovered by chance. If Marvolo hadn't taken me out of that grotto, maybe I could have been discovered by you earlier .”

"Mr. Slytherin, can you tell me specifically what your brother left behind?" Canaan asked.

"Of course... no, you little brat is still here, I won't say anything." Slytherin glanced at Canaan, put his hands on his chest, shook his head, and showed his momentum.

Canaan spread his hands helplessly, resisting the urge to cast a spell.

"This kid is a student of Ravenclaw, and he got a Ravenclaw relic." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Really?" Slytherin couldn't believe it.

Dumbledore nodded, and continued: "And Ravenclaw is still explaining something to the child in the sorting hat."

Slytherin's eyes widened immediately, and he hurriedly asked, "Little brat, what did Rowena tell you?"

Canaan smiled and said nonsense: "She hoped that I could find her inheritance, and said that if necessary, I could seek help from Slytherin students..."

"I knew it, Rowena still remembers me." Slytherin laughed, then suddenly stopped, took a deep breath in the air, showing an intoxicated expression, "I still vaguely remember your fragrant breath, oh , my dear Rowena, I will help your students find your heritage..."

Looking at the affectionate Slytherin, Canaan couldn't help but tucked his nose, damn it, it turned out to be a licking dog.

It took a long time for him to recover, looked at Canaan and said, "Since you are a student of Rowena, I can tell you about it, but you need to promise that I will not reveal these things, otherwise your souls will surely die." No rest." As he spoke, his voice became thicker, as if he were reciting some ritual spell.

Canaan and Dumbledore looked at each other solemnly and nodded.

"My brother Slytherin is a real genius. He is proficient in alchemy. One day, he discovered that pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world at that time had much better magical aptitude than half-blood wizards, and many magical creatures were very sensitive to wizards. There is a soft spot for blood. So he guessed that there was something unknown and mysterious in the blood of wizards, and then he began to study the blood of wizards."

"In vivo research?" Canaan frowned.

"Oh, of course not. My brother is not a bloodthirsty person. Most of his research materials are dead wizards, and occasionally there are a few evil dark wizards." Slythering paused and continued: "It took about three years. By the time he had extracted an active substance from blood, he believed that it was the active substance that distinguished wizards from Muggles."

"Magic?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask. He once found some records about this substance in the grotto.

Slytherin nodded, and continued to recall: "My brother called this substance magic essence, which can only be extracted from the blood of wizards. The purer the blood of a wizard, the more magic essence in his body."

"and after?"

"Later he discovered that he was not the first person to discover this substance. Earlier, a wizard discovered this substance, and that wizard's name was Poseidon."

Hearing this name, Canaan frowned. In the world of Harry Potter, Poseidon is a powerful wizard. According to legend, Poseidon has the power to rival the gods, can control the sea, and communicate with the creatures in the sea.

However, he was a character from 10,000 years ago, and there are only sporadic descriptions of him in the existing ancient books in the magic world. The most famous is that he once slaughtered a large number of wizards, and was recorded as an evil and ominous wizard.

Canaan also thought about the fact that Professor Fitz once got a trident in Dragon Valley. Could this have something to do with Poseidon.

Moreover, since Dragon Valley appeared a year ago, Professor Fitz has disappeared, and it seems that this person can no longer be found in the magic world.

Not knowing what Canaan was thinking, Slytherin continued: "My brother discovered that Poseidon had collected a large amount of magic essence, so he searched hard for the traces left by Poseidon in the magic world at that time. Finally, he found Poseidon's laboratory for bloodline research by the Black Lake at Hogwarts."

"Black Lake?"

Canaan and Dumbledore began to look serious, and they seemed to remember something.

"Oh, there was no Hogwarts at that time. Of course, due to the age, there is nothing left in the laboratory. However, my brother still discovered Poseidon's true intentions with the sparse information left in the laboratory. "

"Slaughter wizards? Destroy the world?" Canaan interjected. He feels that when the plot develops to this point, there will usually be a big villain boss.

"Who would be so boring." Slytherin glanced at Canaan, and then slowly said: "Poseidon wants to be—a god!" He cadenced and said in a deep tone, and finally said the word "God".

"Oh, then this is really breaking news." Canaan spread his hands.

"Brat, I've had enough of you, you must be a Gryffindor!" Slytherin couldn't help but yelled.

This brat keeps interrupting him!

One of the most hated people in his life is Godric Gryffindor, who also likes to interrupt others.

"Oh, sorry, I shut my mouth." Canaan closed his mouth.

He felt that since returning to the world of Harry Potter, he had indeed become a lot more talkative.

Could it be that he was infected by Stark?

"It's best like this." Slytherin nodded, satisfied with Canaan's attitude of admitting his mistake, and he continued: "Because Poseidon discovered that not only the blood of wizards can extract magic essence, many magical creatures This substance is contained in his body, for which he hunted and killed the last existing giant dragon in the magic world, and obtained a large amount of magic essence."

He glanced at Canaan and said with a mocking smile: "Little devil, you must not be able to imagine what kind of creature a giant dragon is. With your thin and small body, you may not even be able to fill the gaps between its teeth."

As he spoke, he gesticulated with his fingers in front of his sparse teeth and laughed loudly.

Canaan pursed his lips. He wanted to say that he had not only seen a giant dragon, but also had two at home, and would occasionally ride a giant dragon and take his girlfriend for a ride.

However, in order not to irritate the Slytherin, Canaan swallowed his words.

After digging out the secrets in his belly, I will slowly stimulate him later.

"Giant dragons are creatures closest to gods. Their lifespan is very long, long enough to witness the rise and fall of a race. The magic essence in their bodies is enough to change a wizard's true bloodline and make this wizard "immortal" characteristics."

"Did he succeed?" Canaan asked.

"No one knows. After hunting the dragon, Poseidon disappeared. There is no ancient record of where he went. Maybe he failed. However, my brother said that he may have succeeded. The reason why he did not come out , it’s just that he’s in a period of transformation.”

"Metamorphosis? What is a metamorphosis?"

Slytherin shook his head: "Oh, kid, I can't tell you this, it involves the real inheritance left by my brother, and I can only hand over these inheritances to Dumbledore!"