Chapter 690: Missed information

Is this Sarah Slytherin? Sarah Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts?
Even if this green shadow was somehow trapped in the stone wall, even if Ens looked at it, he could only see half of his face, but the strange magic mixed in that voice made Ens fundamental. He has no time to care.
He didn't even show up. The scene of half a face on the wall was inexplicably ridiculous, as if someone had bricked it in the wall.
"Although the token you have awakened the image I left behind, I can't admit your strength to it. Go back and go! Stupid successor ..."
When the last sentence came to an end, the power that seemed to restrain Ens's mind also faded away. He looked at the faded pale green face on the wall, but his mind became clearer and muddy.
"... what does this mean?" Ens blinked with a dull look, and then looked around, "Even if I don't go back, where else can I go?"
It was already at the end, and there were large and small stones everywhere in the back room, which had already been destroyed by people. When he looked around for a week, he found nothing.
"Well ..." He shook his head, and secretly said, "Maybe there was something before, but now it's gone. What other 'Basilisk'? Power and gold? Which one has been taken for a long time? The guy took away ... "
Ens murmured on his own side, and turned around while turning around--it was as if he had blinded himself. Don't translate any ancient script if you knew it, wouldn't it be good to practice the spell with time?
However, he didn't notice that when he turned around and took the first step to leave, the nearly dissipated green face on the wall suddenly became firm again.
Yes, every time he took a step, the green shadow that had been transformed into a little faint green light particles dispersed very close followed. And as Ens walked step by step to the center of the secret room, the strange and inexplicable power suddenly entangled his heart again!
Ens trembled at his feet, and froze like a stone sculpture.
"If a stupid person inherited from Godric, after hearing what I just said, I would choose to move on; only my successor, who is both savvy and intelligent, can take into account the risks hidden in reckless advancement ... ... "
The hissing voice resounded again.
"However, I never deny the need for courage. Modest persistence will give the wizard a chance to climb up after falling down in the journey of magic. Prospects are inevitable, and selective courage will also support me to wait for the wizard To the foundation of glory. "
Speaking of which, the Slytherin ghost in the wall paused for a moment, and then whispered in his hoarse snake cavity:
"The successor ... now, come back!"
In Saraz Slytherin's seemingly irresistible words, Ens turned stiffly, and he could even hear rattling noises from the uncooperative joints.
"Then show me your perseverance that has been recognized by Helga and come back to me."
Until now, even Ens, who didn't know much about various magical theories, understood to some extent. The kind of power that made him physically and mentally seemed to have rusted, seems to originate from the words of Sarah Slytherin. .
But he didn't know that that power actually came from "language", and only those who could understand the snake-like voice would deeply feel this kind of terrible soul bondage.
"Hisse-hissing--"
The sound continued, but this time it turned into some meaningless serpent-like syllable, but there were some wonderful rhythms in it.
The burden is getting heavier.
"Looks like ... I won't do it either ..."
Ens muttered strenuously, then gritted his teeth and took a step forward. But this was just one step, which made him feel extremely powerful pain-it was not a heartbreaking pain, but an inexplicable burden, which made him afraid that he would never forget this tonight. "No delusion".
If Maca is here today, he may be able to perceive that Sarach ’s understanding and application of the rules of the soul has definitely reached a very high level.
Enz was still moving forward, taking a long pause for each step. As Schoen Slytherin said, now he can only barely support with his inherent perseverance.
Maybe ... maybe it would be over to end it, and Ens vaguely understood that. But at this time, which man would choose to retreat? At least he was reluctant to admit that he had a weak part.
Think about it just now. How easy is it to leave? But now, he has experienced it for himself, and sometimes it takes a few steps to become a kind of torture in the distant future.
The stagnation of muscles and every joint on the body seem to be indifferent. Only full attention can be used to drag the legs, but it must be distracted to control the balance of the body.
How many steps are there? How far is it?
His vision was gradually blurred, the wand and broom in his hands had long fallen on the ground behind him, and darkness was constantly pouring into his vision, as if all his consciousness was to be swallowed together.
Maybe half an hour ... or a few hours? Of course, in fact, it might have only passed a few minutes ... Ens wasn't quite sure. He only knew that there was a voice in his throat that suddenly got into his mind.
"... Go into the secret room behind me! Successor ... you will understand where the next destination is ... bring my basilisk, it will give you proper help ... bury the dying, Then accept the gift I gave you. "
"Wait for the triumphant return from there, and then take my things to the tower in Royna! Once there, waiting for you will be the last chance to choose to give up."
"Remember, stick to your heart, don't get lost in your strength ..."
The voice faded, hissing away from Ennes's mind. Immediately afterwards, he finally couldn't resist the double exhaustion of the body and the mind, and fell to the ground before his eyes became dark, and he just passed out.
...
Almost at the same time as Ens was fainted, the first batch of players in the International Alchemy Competition outside the castle were already in place to prepare for their admission.
In the center of the arena surrounded by a large number of spectators, at this moment, a circle of alchemy benches has been placed in a circle. Over the field, a surprisingly huge hourglass is poised for it.
The so-called alchemy, especially the research direction of material refining, naturally focuses on the manufacture of strange alchemy products.
Right now, Maca is sitting in the front VIP seat, and beside him is Professor McGonagall and Mr. Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic. Behind them, Sarah and Fat Noah, who are the members of the Chief Judge, also sit side by side here.
"Mr. McLean, what do you think?" Scrimgeour still had a serious face as usual, but he spoke with Maca with a rare touch. "In this first batch of players, you Are you a good candidate? "
Marka knew very well that what Scrimgeour wanted to ask was, "Is there an unknown person you like?" He just omitted the word "unknown".
Due to the amount of benefits that can be obtained in the end, there are definitely many people in the VIP lap closest to the arena who are always watching, trying to dig up the potential of a casual alchemist before others.
And those alchemists who have the ability and brains are also trying their best for their "future", because they are very clear that the final place they will ultimately be will be freely selected and recruited in the future. Chips.
"Well, in fact, I am not very familiar with alchemy. You listen to it, but don't take it too seriously ..." Maca said casually. "This time, the representatives of Africa and Mesopotamia The team should have a lot of eye-catching performances. As for the casual players ... The most prominent one in this first batch should be the man wearing a Muggle tuxedo ... "
Scrimgeour followed Macka's line of sight, and soon found Macka's goal from those players who were still waiting for the start of the game.
It was a handsome middle-aged witch with a handsome appearance. The old black tuxedo and the white shirt lined on him were very pleasing to his eyes.
However, being handsome doesn't mean being strong.
"That man ... how did you see it?" Scrimgeour asked curiously.
"Oh, do n’t take it too seriously—" Maka laughed. "I saw him briefly before the game. Where can I see that he is not strong ... I just think he seems pretty good. Don't you take it easy? "
"Uh," Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow, and nodded slightly, "Yeah ..."
Maca didn't care about the worries of the Minister of Magic. He thought about it, and suddenly turned back to Sarah and the fat man and gestured behind him.
"What do you two think?"
When the fat man heard that, his head was suddenly crooked ~ EbookFREE.me ~ ha? you ask me? "He scratched his scalp in despair, spreading his hands," You ask me, who do I ask? " "
Maca didn't take any notice of this fat man's unreliability, although it was also the son of the Hohenheim family, and seemed to be the sole heir. But as far as alchemy is concerned, I have never seen any signs of empowerment.
He nodded, then looked back at Sarah's face—
Perhaps it was a little bit of apology for repeatedly refusing to participate, or it was because it had nothing to do with her own interests, anyway, Sarah didn't perfunct this time. After she glanced into the field, she shook her head slightly.
"Well," Sarah whispered, "Professor McLean, I think you're right."

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