The ancestors who traveled through those years

When thousands of golden candles in the auditorium were lit one by one, the little wizards who had been excited for most of the night yawned and climbed out of bed.They mechanically moved their legs into the bathroom and out of the common room.

Then, they saw Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin sitting in the auditorium staring at the food in a daze.

"What's this?" Godric asked, pointing to the brightly colored ketchup.

The person being questioned was Harry who was dragged up by the excited Ron early in the morning. They had only sat in the auditorium for 5 minutes before Godric and Salazar walked in.All the little wizards in the auditorium blushed with excitement, only Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, was not very sensitive to the meaning of "Founder of Hogwarts".He was set off by a group of excited young wizards so calmly, so Godric sat down next to him and chatted with him in a friendly manner.

"Ketchup," said Harry.Although it was the first time we met, the smile on Godric's face was so bright that he felt good about it.From childhood to adulthood, few people would show him such a warm smile. His uncle and aunt always spared no effort to promote him as a potential juvenile delinquent.

"Ketchup..." Godric memorized this unfamiliar word.He looked at the bright red ketchup and asked again: "So... what is it made of?"

"Er... tomato, I suppose?" said Harry.

Tomato, another unfamiliar word.Godric looked around, and the young wizards around quickly lowered their heads and pretended to be busy enjoying their breakfast.He saw many people smearing ketchup on more unknown things, and the tempting aroma stimulated his stomach, but he sighed, did not touch any food, but looked at the food that had been silent for a long time. Salazar: "Do you think it's edible?"

"It looked like mashed meat," Salazar said.

Ron almost dropped his knife as he was spreading ketchup on the sausage.

"I think it's more like those sausages eaten by Muggles, the kind filled with pig's blood." Godric gestured a few times: "One bite, the blood will spurt out..."

Neville, who was opposite them, also put down his fork, looking at the ketchup with horror on his face.

"It, it's just ketchup..." Harry said with difficulty.

"And this one?" Godric asked, pointing to a pot of mashed potatoes. "Looks like sand?"

"Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes," Harry explained.

"Are potatoes edible too?" Godric poked with a fork, leaving four round holes in the mashed potatoes.He looked at the fork in his hand in surprise: "I've never seen this kind of weapon before, what do you call it?"

"It's not a weapon, it's a tableware, we call it a fork..." Harry said feebly.

"Well, it looks convenient." Godric nodded.He looked at the delicacies piled up on the long table, turned the fork twice in his hand, and hit it on the table with a snatch: "It feels good, but it's not too sharp."

I said it's not a weapon! ! !

"You can try the little sausage, it's delicious." Harry quickly recommended.He felt that one more 'what is this' conversation with Godric and he was going to break down.According to what Hermione said last night, they came from a thousand years ago...Harry imagined that he suddenly came to a thousand years later, facing spaceships and aliens flying all over the sky (this is what he saw in a sci-fi movie), probably will be even more helpless than them.

"No, thank you." Godric declined his offer.He took only a slice of bread, exactly the same as Salazar's choice.The two finished their breakfast quickly, and when they were about to get up, Hermione, who had cheered herself up all morning, finally stopped them in a voice that was almost breathless with excitement: "Your Excellency Gryffindor... and Slytherin Your Excellency," she paused for a moment to prevent herself from being really out of breath: "If... If you want to understand this era, I, I can take you to the library!"

"... library?" Godric didn't understand the meaning of the word, but he probably understood its function from Hermione's tone.So he bowed to Hermione: "That's great, so can I trouble this beautiful lady to lead me the way?"

"No problem!" Hermione said quickly.The tips of the ears hidden under the hair became red.

Godric looked at Salazar, and a hissing snake language suddenly came out of his mouth: 【We will meet at the old place at noon. 】

Salazar nodded.But then he frowned and pointed to his throat suggestively.Godric was taken aback for a moment, as if he had just realized that he had spoken another language.He shrugged helplessly, not paying much attention.

As soon as the snake language came out, the little wizards around fell silent for an instant.They exchanged horrified glances, finally recovering from the excitement of meeting the founder of Hogwarts for the first time.Thinking of Salazar Slytherin's disdain for wizards of mumps in history, the little wizards who were born in Muggles were all in danger.

But... why is Godric Gryffindor uttering Parseltongue?

Harry looked at the students who suddenly fell silent in a daze.He seemed... indeed heard Godric making a strange hissing sound just now, like a snake spitting out a message, but he also understood the other party's words, so he couldn't understand why such an ordinary sentence attracted so much attention. Reaction.

After the two left the auditorium, the Gryffindor table exploded immediately.Harry was submerged in countless young wizards' high-spirited speeches, and he managed to figure out a few things, such as a deeper understanding of the temporary science that Ron gave him last night, and... Parseltongue.

"Only Slytherin can speak Parseltongue?"

"Of course! Salazar Slytherin is the earliest recorded Parseltongue in history!" Ron replied sharply.

But I can understand it too... Harry thought blankly.He always thought that being able to talk to snakes was one of the specialties of wizards, isn't it written in fairy tale books?The old witch can always drive the snake and the crow to find out the news for her?

Salazar, who was squatting in the corner, sneezed. He rubbed his nose, and continued to use snake language to command a few little flower snakes to find out information for him.

Harry's absence did not affect the enthusiasm of the other little wizards.On the way to the Transfiguration classroom, he was forced to listen to the legends of the Big Four at Hogwarts countless times. Among them, Salazar Slytherin ran away from school because he refused Muggle students, and Godric Gryffin It is best to tame the dragon to guard the castle.When he heard Ron say "Salazar Slytherin is the most evil dark wizard ever" with a mysterious face on No. 13, Harry finally covered his ears in pain.

"I don't care at all if Salazar is an evil Dark wizard..." he muttered under his breath.

"What did you say, Harry?" Ron missed.He was still immersed in excitement, and the freckles on his face were almost glowing.

"Nothing..." Harry said listlessly.He half wanted to shake Ron's collar wildly to shut him up, like Dudley used to do to other people, but he didn't want to lose his first friend.

"It's amazing that you can talk to Godric Gryffindor!" Ron sighed for the seventh time without paying attention to his expression.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry said perfunctorily.

They pushed open the door of the Transfiguration classroom, and Ron fell silent—because everyone was already in their seats, and they were the only ones who were late.As Professor McGonagall berated them, Harry felt a strange sense of relief that at least he didn't have to listen to Ron babbling on about the founders.

They only have Transfiguration class in the morning, and they have it all to themselves after class until lunch time.Ron couldn't wait to drag Harry to the library after class, trying to see if he could find Godric.Apparently there were many little wizards who had the same idea as him. A large group of people gathered around the library door. Ron stood on tiptoe and desperately looked inside, but Harry shrank back. While everyone was not paying attention, he quickly slip away.

Hogwarts was huge, and he got lost after a few corridors.He clearly remembered that the Gryffindor lounge was in this direction, but when he climbed up the tower, he found that the door to the lounge was an eagle-headed knocker.He tried to pull it, and then he heard the eagle-head door knocker speak suddenly: "What is the function of the ball-shaped Moro flower root?"

What is the ball-shaped Moro flower root... Harry scratched his head and tentatively replied, "Can it be eaten?"

A puff of white smoke spewed out from the eagle-head door knocker: "Wrong answer!"

Harry left the door dejectedly, walking down the steps round and round.To be honest, he was a little unhappy.He was very happy when he knew he was a wizard, but after entering school, he found it difficult for him to integrate into other people's circles.Whether it's Hermione, Ron, or many other Gryffindors he can't name, they are all enthusiastically discussing the two people who suddenly appeared in the auditorium during the opening dinner, but he doesn't understand the legend of those founders. But no interest.Even if he had a few conversations with one of the two during breakfast, he only felt that the other party was very friendly rather than adored.

It was as if Dudley and the others were always discussing the new game discs, and he could only stand aside and help them clean up.

"Harry." Suddenly someone called him.

Harry looked up, and found that he had unknowingly walked to a place he didn't know, and Salazar Slytherin, who had caused a sensation in the morning, was standing in front of him.If he hadn't spoken in time, he might have bumped his head on the other side.

"Sorry...uh... I didn't see you here." Harry apologized sheepishly.

Salazar smiled.His smile wasn't as warm as Godric's, but it was an undeniably beautiful smile, and Harry immediately relaxed from worrying about being rude.

"Do you know where the highest part of the castle is?" Salazar asked.

"I don't know." Harry replied honestly.He looked around and said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, I'm lost..."

"...What a coincidence, me too."

Harry and Salazar looked at each other for a moment, making sure the other wasn't joking.

"But, I heard Hogwarts is your castle," he said.The fourteen Hogwarts school histories just now were not for nothing, at least he knew that the castle was once the property of Slytherin.

"To be precise, Hogwarts is the common property of the few of us, but we only inherited it from the teacher. Let me think about it... for about three months?" Salazar said distressedly: "And, I I can guarantee that those stairs will not move, and there are not so many rooms."

It turned out that Salazar Slytherin would also be trapped by the moving stairs.Thinking of this, Harry suddenly felt that there was no shame in being late in the morning because he didn't know the roads well.

"We can find our way together," Harry suggested.

Salazar nodded.They randomly picked a corridor and walked down. The portraits along the way kept looking at them with what they thought were secretive eyes.Harry was horrified by them, and couldn't help asking: "Those portraits...are they looking at us?"

"Yes." Salazar glanced at the portrait.On the portrait is a wizard sitting on a wine barrel. The wizard met his gaze and fled away in a panic.

They wandered around the castle for more than ten minutes before they saw the second person. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the Hufflepuff senior, they finally came to the auditorium.Maybe it was because it wasn't lunchtime yet, and there were only a few young wizards in the Great Hall, which made Harry relieved.

At least no one is talking crazy about the founder anymore, and no one is pointing at his scar and screaming.

They still took their seats at the Gryffindor table.Harry tidied his schoolbag idly, looked up again, and found Draco standing in front of him.

"Hello, Lord Slytherin." Draco gave a salute that Harry didn't understand, but it looked pretty anyway.

"Hello." Salazar nodded.In fact, he didn't understand what the other party was doing, and like Harry, he thought that complicated movement was pretty.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, a student of Slytherin." Draco said reservedly.

Harry saw Salazar first showing a little surprised expression, and then quickly changed to a strange expression as if he had eaten something strange: "Uh...Malfoy?"

"Yes!" Draco looked proud of his last name.

Salazar's expression looked even weirder: "Well, it's a bit... You said you were a student of Slytherin?"