[Comprehensive] Extreme Night

Chapter 19 Harry Potter 3

Numerous arguments made the whole room into a mess.

Salazar remained expressionless and silent, watching the patriarchs of several families in front of him arguing hoarsely.

"Overestimation! Overestimation!"

"You know how to hide, the Holy See is about to launch a jihad!"

"This is a crime and a waste of wizard power!"

This even included the current patriarch of Gryffindor, Eric Gryffindor, who had long since lost his usual cunning look as he slapped the table.Godric stood behind his father and shook his head with a wry smile.

The Gryffindor family is a typical war-oriented faction. They believe that the tolerance and avoidance of the Holy See has reached its limit, and the wizards should fight back. Only in this way can they truly protect themselves.But the peace faction believes that the Holy See and the wizards are too far apart in terms of strength and number. This is a war doomed to failure. It is better to preserve power as much as possible instead of using it for war consumption.

In all fairness, both statements had merit, but sitting across from them was a calm lunatic named Salazar Slytherin.

The wooden chair made a muffled sound.

The 16-year-old boy stood up abruptly, and with his movement, the hall that was still extremely noisy just now became audible.

The name Salazar-Slytherin is not just the patriarch of a family, but also synonymous with cruelty.The cruelty of this young man seems to have stained an ordinary name with a strong color of blood, which makes people feel frightened.

The young man who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end said in a cold tone, "The Holy See will only continue to grow stronger, and wizards have long since had no way out—"

"Fight or die."

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Godric stood beside Salazar, watching the gathering of wizards and magical creatures such as centaurs and vampires.

"What you do is not so much a choice as a compulsion."

The young man suppressed all opposing voices with his own strength.Due to his power, the wizards reluctantly assembled.

"You mean, my methods are too tough?" the black-haired boy said calmly.

"No," Godric smiled wryly, "Actually, I can't think of any other quicker method except this method. Facts will prove you right sooner or later, Salazar. However, although those families have temporarily obeyed, it is inevitable that they will not be happy. resentment……"

This approach is not beneficial to the Slytherin family, how could Salazar not know.But he just turned his head away, staring at the sky that was dyed red, "Godric, time is running out."

An ominous premonition emerged in his heart, and Gryffindor was about to ask, but saw the boy draw out his wand.

As the successor of the Feathered Serpent bloodline, Salazar Slytherin is undeniably powerful. He was able to skillfully use all kinds of wandless magic a long time ago. Therefore, even Karl rarely saw his wand. Not to mention Gryffindor.

The hand holding the wand was pale and slender, but the magic pressure that erupted around it rolled the dust like a small storm.

There is no doubt about the strength of the boy.Godric looked at the boy holding the wand, but felt as if he was holding a sword in his hand.

The boy's cold voice echoed in the air.

"Godric, only blood can extinguish hatred, just like the only way to bury ambition is death."

"Sooner or later, they will know how insignificant the fear of the Holy See is..." The corner of the boy's mouth curled into a weird smile, "Just give them enough status, honor... and benefits."

In the distance, a group of white knights gradually appeared on the horizon.

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The flames of war turned the sky into a blood-stained deep red.

The young knight reined in his horse and stared silently at the messy land after the war.There is mixed here, there is the blood of the wizard, but more of it is from the side of the Templars.This was the toughest battle he had ever experienced since becoming regiment commander.The wizards changed their previous weak style and became tough.

And all of this was because of that young man in black robe.

"Master Ryan," the entourage walked gently to him, bowed his head respectfully and asked, "The battlefield has been cleaned, do you want to give an order to return?"

Ryan glanced at the distance and turned the horse's head.

Ryan Bolton was born in a noble family. Before he became the head of the Knights Templar, he was regarded as the hope of the Templar because of his excellent performance.And he himself is extremely upright and self-disciplined, without the slightest slack, living a life like penance all day long.

But few people know.The head of the Knights Templar is not as pious as people think.Fighting on the battlefield, he understands what the so-called "God's gift" is better than ordinary people, and he is not ignorant of what is going on behind the temple.

Every time he saw those hopeful civilians coming to the temple and handing over all their money, or knights who were afraid of war kneeling in front of the statue and begging for protection... the look of disdain in the archbishop's eyes would appear in front of his eyes.

God will not protect these people.

Knowing this, he worked harder than anyone else, and he was also full of sorrow than anyone else.No matter how bright it is, in his eyes, the sword in his hand will always be covered with layers of blood, heavy and dirty.

This way of seeking profit by trampling on the souls of others is not so much a priest as a soldier.

Everything he did was for the glory of the Bourton family, which was his mission since birth.For some reason, a figure in black robe suddenly appeared in Ryan's mind as he was thinking this way.

The 16-year-old boy had cold eyes, and the black ghostly figure became everyone's nightmare.No one knew where he would turn up, nor his weaknesses.

Those strange and evil magics easily penetrated the knight's holy light barrier like spikes, and in the next second, countless people disappeared in the flames falling from the sky.

Ryan originally thought that the wizard who threatened the Holy See the most was Godric Gryffindor, but he was wrong.

For the Templars, these unfamiliar but lethal magics are evil and terrifying, but for the wizards, the existence of this 16-year-old boy is like a miracle, arousing infinite fighting spirit.Just standing there, the boy's figure is enough to shock everyone.

What's more, what he did was far more than that.

In the flames of battle, the eyes of the two overlapped far away.Ryan saw that pair of dark green eyes were deep and cold, and seemed to be suppressing something extremely hot. Meeting those eyes made him feel a stinging feeling.

Countless people rushed to the battlefield, and countless people shed blood and died.

Ryan couldn't help wondering, what kind of reason was hidden in the heart of this unmoved young man, which made him stand in this hellish place, never taking a step back from the beginning to the end.

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Successive victories made the wizarding world rejoice.

Salazar walked out of the tent, and the wizard who met him had an extremely excited expression on his face, and saluted him with the most solemn etiquette.Maybe other wizards will be afraid of Salazar because of his cruel methods, but this definitely does not include the wizards who participated in the war.

The figure of this young man standing on the battlefield is so firm and powerful, guiding the way forward like a lighthouse.He will not be confused or afraid, and will always be as calm as a machine.

Such Salazar saved the lives of countless wizards.

Although only 16 years old, Salazar Slytherin has already become a well-deserved leader in some people's hearts.They adore him with fervor, for whom they would give their lives and their allegiance.

Godric looked mockingly at Salazar, who was stopped by a blood again.The male high-ranking blood looked at him with fascination, ignoring the young man's indifferent expression, and was chattering endlessly to express his admiration.

Feeling the faint and unstable pressure in the air, Godric quickly held back his laughter, and found an excuse to rescue the boy.But when there was no one around, the blond young man suddenly burst into laughter.

"Salazar, why don't you try to agree to him? That's a Marquis."

The boy gave him a cold look. "Godric, is that what you're talking about?"

"...No," the blond youth shook his head upon hearing this.

There was a trace of complexity in his eyes, and the smile faded from his face, "Salazar, which side do you think will win the final victory in this war?"

Salazar turned to look at him.

Gryffindor smiled wryly, "Although we have had the upper hand in the last few battles, wizards can't afford it. One day..."

"The Knights Templar is not the only power in the Holy See," Salazar said with a calm expression. "There are three knight orders that can be used by the Holy See, and this is just one of them."

"Sure enough, the Holy See did not try its best to attack."

"Neither in the wizarding world."

"You mean... those families who are in hiding?" Godric understood that although Sara looked very beautiful now, his age made him not as prestigious as he appeared on the surface.Some cunning wizards have been hiding for a long time, watching in secret.

"Salazar, have you already thought about what to do?" Godric said hurriedly, "You have already anticipated the current situation?"

"..." The boy looked at him silently.

"Those families..." Looking at his deep eyes, Godric suddenly shivered, feeling a chill from the bottom of his heart. "You kept your face, just because you didn't have enough power at that time, but it's different now..." He murmured, suddenly remembering his father's meaningful words.

"This Slytherin patriarch knows how to endure far more than you think."

Gryffindor refused to imagine what would happen to the family heads.He stood there with a confused expression, and after a moment of stupefaction, he suddenly smiled wryly, "Salazar, originally it was my father's decision to form an alliance with Slytherin. You, the dark wizard...now, I know."

What is needed in war is not only bravery, but also ruthlessness and determination.

"Regardless of your reason for participating in this war, I am sincerely grateful that you are on our side." Gryffindor looked at him with open eyes, blue eyes like the sky.Suddenly, he took out the long sword at his waist and handed it to Salazar.

"What the wizarding world needs is an absolute leader."

The boy's expression moved slightly, and he was about to speak.Godric, on the other hand, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

"Godric Gryffindor, I offer you all my allegiance."