Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

Rowena just reminded lightly: "Sal, let him be able to talk~~"

Salazar stared at Barty Crouch Jr. angrily, and fired several spells at Barty Crouch Jr. as if he didn't listen to Rowena's words at all.

Little Barty couldn't adapt to the rhythm of Salazar's spell at all. Compared with Rowena's merciful founder of Ravenclaw because he still remembered that he was a Ravenclaw graduate, he was already good at fighting. Salazar, who was also the founder of Slytherin next door, didn't know much about Barty Crouch Jr.

What's more, Barty Crouch Jr. was very rude to Dumbledore, which directly angered Salazar.

Dumbledore didn't have a good attitude towards Salazar at the beginning, but he never hurt Salazar in his actions. Later, his attitude changed and he really treated Salazar as his own son.

Although Dumbledore is busy, busy with Hogwarts, busy saving the world.

But Salazar belongs to the kind of person who as long as you treat him three points sincerely, he will give you ten points back.

Albus' father still has some weight on Salazar's side.

The flying sand turned into a bird, and surrounded Barty Crouch Jr. like a tornado. Knowing that his own magic power was only imaginary, Salazar, who was fully supported by potions, decisively chose to fight quickly.

A black cloud appeared above Barty Crouch Jr., thunder and lightning, and several iron chains emerging from the ground bound his feet. Barty Crouch Jr.'s magic shield was in danger. Those little birds shattered under the suicidal attack.

The iron chain cooperated with the thunder and lightning, and directly shocked him half to death.

The most important thing is that these common small spells that seem to be able to find the prototype, in the hands of the red-haired man, the attack power is almost the same as other hands, and it takes less than a minute from beginning to end. At that time, Barty Crouch Jr. lost.

He could hear another man complaining before he passed out.

"Sal, how can we ask questions like this?"

"Ask him directly!"

Rowena looked at the room affected by the battle, and said with some regret: "Forget it, it's all ruined like this, and it's a waste of my magic power to repair it."

Salazar had a pale face, sipping a bottle of pink potion, showing a painful expression from time to time.

Rowena kindly reminded him: "It's better to just keep stuffy."

Salazar shook his head: "If I drink it in one sip, I will spit it out!"

Rowena spread her hands and said, "Then next time, please ask Godric to make the taste better."

The two sat quietly for a while in front of Barty Crouch Jr. who was already out of shape.

"The place is too far away, it's impossible for me to go there. It's hard for my parents to explain to me."

"It's easy for me to explain? Albus gave me to Aberforth. Although that guy doesn't care about me, if he can't see me for three meals a day, he will definitely report to Albus."

"Write to Godric and see what he can do." Rowena finally decided to leave the matter of finding Peter Pettigrew to Godric. He probably has a way to take Lupine there. Those who are looking for someone, as long as they find Pettigrew Peter, Sirius can be cleared of his charges, presumably the two over there are very willing.

Salazar rolled his eyes towards the roof, holding the potion bottle with less than half of the potion in his hand, with a look of hopelessness.

Rowena comforted him without distraction at all: "Drink it, after all, Godric finally researched the potion to replenish your magic power, don't let him down."

Salazar stuck out his tongue and said, "I can't drink any more."

Rowena sighed, and said, "Okay, it's a big deal, wait for Godric to take some time and let him improve his taste, and when his father's matter is resolved, he should be able to relax a lot, and he will also be in the mood to solve the potion smell This little problem."

The two chatted for a while in front of the poor little Barty Crouch, and then Salazar looked back at him and asked Rowena, "How are you going to deal with this?"

Rowena pulled her long hair, played with it for a while, and said, "I can't think of it for a while, but this child seems to be in a daze. I think he needs psychological guidance for a while."

Salazar frowned, and guided Rowena to soften her heart. She didn't intend to sentence Barty Crouch Jr. to death, but hoped that he would change.

"Your students, you decide." Salazar did not intend to interfere with Rowena's management of her college graduates.

Rowena hummed, then turned around and looked at little Barty Crouch, frowning and thinking about how to deal with him, and finally turned him into a sparrow with a helpless expression, grabbed her in her hand, and said to Sarah Racha ordered: "I'm going home first, you should go back early, remember to drink up the rest of the medicine."

Salazar scrunched his face in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, just bear with it. After all, it's for your health. When Godric is free, if you don't tell me, I will remind him to improve and ask, okay?"

Salazar closed his eyes, drank the remaining potion in one gulp, waited for a while, and made a gesture of vomiting, but Rowena just rolled her eyes and left with the sparrow version of Barty Yes, leave a sentence: "You work hard!"

Salazar glanced at the poor house-elf Winky in the corner of the room, stepped forward, erased her memory of the day, and started to clean up the mess.

The room was barely restored to its original appearance, and then Salazar covered his mouth, resisting the feeling of endless tumbling in his stomach, and hurriedly left Crouch's house.

Aberforth had already prepared lunch, and was estimating the time, before he was asked to wait long, he heard the door of the bar being pushed open, and Salazar came in with a pale face.

"You're back, brat? Here's your share, go where you want after eating."

Aberforth continued eating his lunch without looking up.

Sarah looked at the other portion of Aberforth's food, looked at the dish of soup with a suspicious color, and finally couldn't help it, wow, and vomited beside Aberforth.

Aberforth froze in his hand holding the spoon, staring down at his pants.

"You did it on purpose?!" Aberforth gritted his teeth and paused.

Salazar looked at his uncle miserably.

"I don't think I did it on purpose."

Aberforth looked at Salazar, and then showed a ferocious "kind" smile.

"Little ghost, do you think I will believe it?"

Salazar: "You have to believe that some things are beyond your control."