The ancestors who traveled through those years

"Yes, I'm a student of Slytherin!" Draco emphasized proudly, and at the same time glanced at Harry, getting enough satisfaction from Harry's stunned expression.

"...I took Malfoy as an apprentice?" Sara looked distressed.

"Maureen Malfoy, the ancestor of the Malfoy family, is exactly your disciple." Draco's eyes lit up.After hearing Salazar's words, his face flushed with excitement, and he didn't pay attention to Salazar's expression at all.

"Who's Maureen?" interrupted Harry.

Draco glared at him fiercely, and was about to think about how lucky and great a wizard Copmorin was, when he heard Salazar say, "It's a crying bag, clamoring all day to worship me as a teacher , when I refused him, I rolled all over the floor and cried so loudly that the whole castle could hear me."

Draco: "..."

Draco: "..."

Draco: "..."

Draco drifted away with a dazed expression on his face, and Harry couldn't help feeling sorry for him.This feeling was probably as embarrassing and painful as finding your big gold chain floating in the bath, and Harry could hear the sound of his worldview collapsing.

Salazar watched Draco leave, obviously relieved: "I thought he was going to be lying on the ground rolling and crying..."

Harry imagined the scene for a moment: "...poof."

Hungry little wizards gradually filled the auditorium, and Salazar's existence naturally reaped a large number of gasping voices.No one dared to take the seats next to Harry and Salazar until the Weasley brothers who were not afraid of death forced their little brother to sit opposite Salazar.

"Hello, the greatest of the Big Four!" One of the twins greeted cheerfully: "I'm Fred Weasley!"

"George Weasley!"

"This is our little brother, Ron Weasley!"

"He's a little shy, but it's okay!"

The twins looked at Salazar together, their eyes burning.

Salazar didn't seem used to being looked at this way.The corners of his brows moved slightly, but his voice was still calm: "Hello...your little brother doesn't look well."

Ron looked like he was going to pass out, which wasn't great.George and Fred quickly let him go, let him sit upright on the chair, and then started chatting with Salazar with smiles on their faces.Harry, who was sitting on the side, couldn't keep up with their jumping thinking and the speed of talking like a cannonball. He poked Ron, who was as red as a tomato, with a knife, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"Oh no, they're talking to Slytherin...how dare they, you know my great-grandfather was a half-breed." Ron said in a tranced tone: "And my dad, he likes Muggles best..."

Harry didn't quite understand what he was saying.It was Sara, who was having a headache from being bombarded repeatedly by the twins, and took a look at him.

George immediately (probably) laughed: "Don't listen to our little brother's bullshit, he has a rare disease!"

"Yeah, he can talk nonsense when he blushes!" added Fred.

Salazar was taken aback: "Is this a curse?"

"...I guess it's just because he's so shy!" said George quickly.

"That's right, that's right!" Fred grabbed Ron hard, shaking him like a pendulum.

Harry: "..." Stop, Ron is going to pass out!

Just at this time, food appeared on the long table.The richer ingredients than breakfast made Salazar look away, and Fred took the opportunity to push Ron aside, so that he would not annoy the dark wizard who didn't like Muggles again with his surprising words.He enthusiastically recommended the grilled pork chop to Salazar and assured him that it was delicious.

Sarah looked at the pork chops that were being pushed onto his plate, hesitating: "...what do you pigs eat here?"

What do pigs eat... who cares?George thought hard for a while, and answered uncertainly: "Grain, fruit?"

"...Grain and fruit?" Salazar's mood became more complicated.A thousand years later, pigs actually eat better than him, and even have fruits to eat!You must know that they rarely have fresh fruit.

"Why do you care what the pigs eat?" Harry asked strangely.

"Because Muggle pigs eat rubbish." Salazar said blankly, "They eat everything, grass, rotting carcasses, dung, and even mud."

Fred, who is proving that the pork chops are delicious: "..."

George and Harry who were listening: "..."

"So I generally don't eat pork, unless I'm sure of the source." After Salazar finished speaking, he looked at the green lettuce leaves on the table and under the plate: "What is this?"

"Lettuce leaves." Harry said with difficulty.The thought of pigs eating rotting carcasses made him lose his appetite.

"Is it an edible vegetable?" Salazar's eyes lit up.

Harry nodded.

Then he watched Salazar eat the lettuce leaves and broccoli for garnish on the plate with great contentment.

"The taste is very good, not bitter at all." This is Salazar's evaluation.

Harry suddenly remembered the advertisements in the TV shows he had been watching, calling for donations for children in the slums.What did the ad say? 【They haven't even seen a piece of chicken, they can only eat lettuce leaves】... Oh, it seems that Salazar who has never eaten lettuce leaves seems to be more pitiful.

After eating the lettuce leaves and broccoli for garnish, Salazar looked back at the salad bowl.The variety of vegetables and shredded carrots inside looked beautiful, and the crunchy baked buns and grated cheese exuded an enticing aroma, but the sauce on top made him hesitate.The inexplicable hazel and milky white made it impossible for his nose to tell what it was made of.

Harry's nose tingled when he saw his eyes fixed on Sarah.Even if his uncle and aunt often abuse him and don't give him food, he can usually eat meat - because the Dursleys don't like to eat vegetables, their table is full of big fish and meat, donated to Harry It's all meat too.

"The chicken in the castle is all healthy!" Harry promised, "You can try the grilled chicken legs, they are much better than salad!"

The Weasley brothers nodded in unison, scrambling to pile chicken legs on his plate.At this moment, they all forgot that Salazar was actually a well-known dark wizard, and they only had a poor boy who had been abused for a long time in their eyes.

"Thanks, but... what are these things on the chicken?" Salazar picked up a chicken leg with a knife.It exudes the smell of spices that he has never smelled before, which is extremely alluring, but it also represents unknown dangers.

"Salt, black pepper, and lemon juice?" said Harry.He had seen his aunt marinate a roast chicken that was about to be stuffed into the oven.

Salazar put down the roast chicken.All he knew was what salt, black pepper and lemon juice were, and he couldn't figure it out.He figured he'd better not try anything he couldn't smell until Godric came back with the information.

So for lunch, Salazar only ate some lettuce leaves and broccoli, and the most common white bread.Judging by his expression, he was very satisfied with the meal, but both Harry and the Weasley brothers became depressed.

Oh!

Greatest Slytherin ever!

He only had a few vegetable leaves and bread for lunch!

How distressing!

Fred and George hugged each other, wiping each other's tears.

Salazar, who was deeply sympathetic, did not know that his sense of security would lead others to misunderstand him.In fact, he is willing to try new things, such as lettuce leaves and broccoli.But his nose can only distinguish simple plants and animals, and he still maintains the most basic caution when it comes to barbecues sprinkled with a lot of spices.After filling his stomach, he devoted himself to exploring the castle again, so that he and Dumbledore who heard his whereabouts hurried to the auditorium were staggered again.

Dumbledore's chest was tight.He originally got up early in the morning, planning to chat with the two founders who accidentally traveled through time and space, but when he knocked on the door in a patiently excited mood, he found that the two had already gone to the auditorium for dinner by themselves.Then one morning, there were no traces of the two people in the portraits all over the castle. When Salazar appeared at noon, he was busy looking through the historical records left by his predecessors. When he got the news and rushed to the auditorium, Salazar had already After eating and leaving!

How can this be!You know, I bought delicious love biscuits overnight and waited to feed them to you to increase your favorability! ! !

On the other hand, under Hermione's recommendation, Godric, who got a few general knowledge books from the library, leaned against the flagpole on the steeple of the Astronomy Tower, and carefully read those things that seemed absurd, surprising, or incredible to him in the sunlight. Word.No wonder the portraits in the castle did not find him. After all, no one could have imagined that in such a huge castle, Godric actually chose to study on the roof of the tallest tower in the castle. The banner with the Hogwarts school emblem was flying above his head. rattle.There were already several books that he had finished reading piled up next to him. After reading another book, he stretched lazily, looked at the neat words in the book and said to himself: "I don't know who wrote the book. Who is it, why does everyone ask him to copy books..."

Godric Gryffindor didn't know that there was something called printing in the world. In his knowledge, books were still written by hand.The identical text in these books gave him the illusion that these different types of books were written by the same person.

Suddenly a black head poked out of the tallest window of the tower.He turned out the window three times and twice, skillfully stepped on the tiles to climb to the top of the tower, and saw Godric sitting there as expected.

"I brought you something to eat," Salazar said.

Godric took the bread with lettuce leaves from him and ate it very happily. While eating, he spoke highly of the lettuce leaves: "What kind of plant is this? It tastes great!"

"Lettuce," Salazar replied. "There is another edible vegetable called broccoli, which is also delicious."

Godric had longing in his eyes.

Broccoli, that sounds delicious!