[Comprehensive] Extreme Night

Chapter 21 Harry Potter 5

Beside Salazar's Slytherin, a person wearing a mask all day long appeared at some point.

Even Godric and others don't know the face and name of this person.He was dressed in a black robe, taciturn, always followed behind Salazar with his head down, and his occasionally exposed arms were covered with scars.

But for such a person, the fighting on the battlefield carried a touch of madness, like an enraged wild beast, tearing apart everyone who approached with sharp teeth.

Godric understood what this kind of performance meant, and every wizard who had been hurt by the Holy See would have this kind of performance.Because of his kind nature and because of his trust in Salazar, he didn't ask about this person's origin.Not everyone is able to maintain this superficial calm when referring to that past.

He had seen too many expressions of sadness and hatred.

Ryan Bourton silently changed the blood-stained bandages on his body.His face was still covered with a mask, only revealing two gloomy eyes.Blood was still oozing from the criss-cross wounds on his bare back.

No one would believe that this man covered in darkness could be a former Templar.

Salazar's calm voice came from behind him, "I didn't keep you here to make you do these things."

As baptized paladins, their bodies cannot accept all wizard things.So the potion has no effect on Ryan's wound.

"...I won't die." Ryan put on his clothes and completely wrapped his body in the black robe, "At least, I won't die until the day I see the destruction of the Holy See."

He turned his head, the corners of his mouth under the mask curled up, "Don't worry, there will be no mistakes in your plan."

He's just intolerable.Seeing those who destroyed his entire world, wearing the same white robes as in the past, riding noblely on horseback, he couldn't help but want to pierce those people's chests.

All the people related to him disappeared into this world. His family, friends, loyal subordinates, his strength and mission, pride and dignity were all trampled on the ground by these people.

The once proud Templar has become the mad dog-like guy he is now.Ryan laughed out loud, and suddenly said, "Actually, shouldn't you be the one who understands me the most?"

The black-haired young man looked at him with eyes as cold as water.

"I can feel that you are also enduring something. It's just that this kind of petty fighting can't satisfy you at all... In this cold body, maybe it is also a beast."

Salazar's left hand moved.

When Ryan was the Templar, he lived a life like an ascetic. He treated himself almost harshly, but he wanted to maintain Bourton's glory.But now there is only one person left in Bourton, so these precepts that imprisoned him have become a joke.

Regardless of the wound on his back, Ryan raised his cold wine glass.The aroma of fine wine floated in the air, but neither of the two people here was in the mood to appreciate it.

Ryan had a distorted smile on his face under the mask, "I've been by your side for so many days...you are just like me at that time. Meticulous, calm and calm at all times, without a single mistake, so simple and rigid Terrible. When I saw you for the first time, I was thinking, why is this person standing here without even taking a step back?"

"So, have you found the answer now?" Salazar asked deadpan.

"Not yet." Ryan drank the wine in his hand, "but I am looking forward to... looking forward to the day when you can no longer bear it! At that time, those who follow you will trust you and worship you What kind of expression will your people show?" Although he said this, the expression under Ryan's mask no longer had a trace of smile, but a kind of despair.

Sometimes, looking at the back of the person in front of you is like seeing yourself at that time.

Although he joined the wizard's side, it didn't mean that Ryan had a good impression of the wizard.As he said, selling his soul to the devil was just for a chance of revenge.

But even if the revenge was successful, the man named Ryan Bolton would have died long ago, and what was left was nothing but a rotten body full of hatred.

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The days when the Holy See and wizards were evenly matched continued for a long time.Until recently, Pope John III found things out of his control.

First churches were devastated, and then important people died continuously.It seemed that there was a man standing in the shadows holding a dagger, bit by bit eating away at the foundation of the Holy See.

Even hiding in the Holy Light Barrier is useless, because the enemy has a special power, and the Holy Light Barrier has no effect on him.Everyone was stabbed to the vitals with a sharp knife. The visitor seemed to have long been used to hunting life, with an unstoppable sharpness in the understatement.

For a moment, the pope didn't even think of wizards. The magic used by heretics is not such an efficient thing, and the visitors obviously know the inside of the Holy See very well. Otherwise, how could they be found so easily?

A figure appeared in John III's mind.He frowned, "Hasn't Ryan found it yet?"

The new head of the Knights Templar, Zach, knelt on the ground, with a trace of cruelty on his brows, "Please don't worry, with such injuries, the current Ryan may have turned into a corpse long ago. Even so, Sooner or later we will find him."

"...It's better to be like this." John III also felt that his idea was too absurd. He had seen Ryan's injury with his own eyes. What's more, even if he was not injured, Ryan would not be able to cause such damage to the Holy See.

Repelling everyone, John III opened a secret secret door.The sound of the machine rumbled in the ear, and the target was piles of treasures that were almost dazzling.

John III's eyes twitched, and he walked over almost uncontrollably.The old man picked up a pile of gold coins, and let them fall back to the original place, making a crisp sound.

Zac is a puppet supported by him, completely attached to the Holy See, and the Knights Templar are held in his hands alone.This is certainly an objective force, but what really supported him to designate Ryan as a heretic was the wealth that shone before his eyes.

As the most famous of the three major knight orders, the achievements of the Knights Templar can almost be described as miracles, and the accumulated wealth is naturally considerable.

The only mistake they made was that, as knights, they were even richer than the king.

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"Salazar," the person leaning against the door called to stop the young man who was passing by.

Looking at the person who was almost blending into the night, Godric shook the wine in his hand and grinned, "Do you want to come together?"

Salazar gazed into his still blue eyes and nodded.

In the middle of the night, everyone had fallen asleep, and only the monotonous chirping of insects remained in the entire camp.The two sat on the ground, there was a trace of humidity in the night air, and the sky was twinkling with stars.

"You should like it here," Godric's voice echoed in the night sky, "I have seen you looking up at the sky several times."

Salazar was silent and did not speak, but Godric felt that the person next to him was even breathing softly.

The blond-haired young man showed a wry smile, "I think the longer I get along with you, the more I feel confused... Salazar, how many things are there that you haven't told us?"

"What do you want to know?" the black-haired young man said quietly.

Looking at him, Godric suddenly remembered the figure he had seen the previous nights.The man was bathed in the night, and the smell of blood almost made him rush forward, grabbing his collar and questioning him——

But Salazar didn't mean to hide at all.If this person wants to avoid him, then he must be the last one to know.

Godric had complicated eyes, "...Salazar."

The pair of dark green eyes that looked over were as calm as water.The blond youth suddenly laughed.

Originally, he made up his mind to get the answer tonight.But at this moment, he suddenly realized that these were not important anymore.Why did Salazar have such a strong smell of blood on his body?Why is he brewing potions more and more frequently?Why are the recent attacks on the Holy See so determined and efficient?

Salazar didn't speak, so he must have been unable to explain these things, or... didn't want to explain them.So why did he bother to ask about all this?

Salazar was the one least likely to betray.The Holy See retreated steadily under his hands.Sometimes he even wondered, when he found that 16-year-old boy and proposed an alliance...was it as correct as he thought?The glory of the Holy See, the wizarding world, the family, and the lives and deaths of countless people are all tied to one person.

He knelt down to pay his allegiance to him, and put everyone's expectations on this young man.

Now Salazar is steady, silent, and lives as precise and rigid as a machine, but who deprived him of the right to make mistakes?

Godric covered his face.Everyone has selfishness. He fulfilled his father's expectations. He watched the wizarding world grow stronger day by day. His life was full of courage and glory. Racha gave his life, but only a little...

It was he who turned Salazar into what he is now.

There was a sound in the grass around him, and Salazar stood up.Godric put down his hand and saw the cold eyes of the other party, "I didn't come here to see you look like a lost dog."

"Godric Gryffindor," Salazar called out his full name, looking down at the man still sitting on the grass, "everything I do is a matter of choice—no one, Persecute a Slytherin."

Godric was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled wryly. After all, these things cannot be hidden from Salazar Slytherin.But, is he that obvious?Or was he, as his father put it, "a fool with nothing but swords in his head"?

"Salazar," the blond young man smiled slowly, "the next time I do something like this, I won't stand aside and watch."

"Anyway, I'm also the one who pledges allegiance to you and dedicates my life to you. Next time..."

"I will go with you."