Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

Slytherin's sudden appearance made Lothar nervous for a moment, but then it turned into relief.

If a person who had been dead for more than 1000 years could do anything to him, then Slytherin would have done it long ago, and there was no way he would stand here and watch him quietly.

What stood in front of him now should be the soul fragments left by Slytherin more than 1000 years ago, similar to those in the Horcrux.

He is extremely intelligent and can communicate.

"Who influenced me?" Lothar looked at the Slytherin in front of him strangely.

He looks like the last villain in the movie.

His face was gloomy, with standard aristocratic indifference.

He doesn't look like a good person. The first impression he gives is that he is indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

When it comes to who was influenced by him, the first person in Lothar's mind was him.

Among the people present, Ginny fainted, Lockhart didn't mention it, and only Slytherin of unknown origin was left.

This wizard who died more than 1000 years ago.

"Don't look at me like that. I've been dead for who knows how many years."

"And I'm not the one influencing your judgment."

Seemingly knowing what Lothar was thinking, Slytherin explained.

His voice was a little hoarse, like a snake, giving Lothar a creepy feeling, but he realized again, isn't this the language of snakes?

That unique pronunciation and hoarse voice all indicate that what Slytherin said was spoken in Parselang.

But thinking about the symbol of Slytherin, and the fact that Slytherin himself was a Parseltongue in the history of magic, Lothar was not surprised by this parseltongue.

"What's the meaning"

Lothar also made a hoarse voice, and he replied to Slytherin in parselang.

After obtaining the memories of Voldemort's youth, he can naturally be considered a descendant of Slytherin and understands the language of Parseltongue.

"You should know that I am dead."

Slytherin's eyes lit up and he waved his right hand forward.

A picture appeared in front of the two people.

The most recent one was the moment when Tom Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago.

"He's a genius, isn't he?"

"What do you mean?" Lothar frowned and asked again.

He naturally knew that Slytherin was dead. He had died more than 1000 years ago, and he might not even have his ashes now.

What remains here is nothing more than the magic Slytherin cast on the Basilisk more than 1000 years ago, which pulled him in when Lothar was resurrected.

What he wanted to ask was what Slytherin had said to him at the beginning.

Who influenced him?

“Don’t you understand yet?”

Slytherin sarcastically said, "Of course he is the one who affects you."

"My misguided descendant."

"Tom Riddle" Lothar exclaimed, "But he clearly knows"

"I'm obviously fused with you, right?" Slytherin sneered. "When you started to resurrect, those memories floated out, and I saw your memories. You took it for granted."

"What gave you the illusion? That made you think that the little guy had been fused with you and disappeared into thin air."

"Although I hate dark wizards, and I'm even more resentful that one of my descendants would become a dark wizard, I have to admit that that little guy has very strong attainments in the soul."

"Otherwise, how could he find a way to survive at the moment of death?"

Slytherin mocked and waved his right hand again.

The picture that appeared this time was of a man lying alone in a dark space.

That man was none other than Lothar.

It's just that at that time, he fell into the space of the diary in the form of a soul because he had just traveled through time.

I saw that his face changed from time to time. Sometimes it looked like another person, and sometimes it turned into someone with an oriental face.

In the end, the two faces were put together to form a face that has a delicate oriental flavor and a mixed face with western contours, which is what Lothar looks like now.

Lothar watched quietly, feeling that this was not what Slytherin showed him.

As time passed, he stood up again while lying on the ground, with a devilish smile on his face.

As if sensing something, he fell down again, and when he opened his eyes again.

Lothar knew that was the self who had just woken up at that time.

It was also because he could see the scene outside that he finally concluded that the place where he was staying was Voldemort's Horcrux.

The diary originally created by Voldemort.

Taking a deep breath, Lothar calmed her somewhat restless heart.

"This doesn't mean anything. If I read your memory, I can construct something to mislead you."

"No, no, no, this is not your memory." Slytherin smiled lightly and waved his right hand again.

"I'm looking at his memory."

This time, the scene was different.

What appears above is the scene when Lothar is preparing to resurrect himself in the secret room.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him without attracting anyone's attention. He slowly walked towards Lothar's forming body, and finally became one with him.

This process did not make a sound from beginning to end, and did not attract Lothar's attention.

Although Lothar was focused on the resurrection ceremony at that time, it was impossible for him not to notice what was happening behind him.

But he just didn't notice this, and he didn't know that there was someone who was one with him.

From that moment on, Lothar's behavior began to be abnormal.

"Tom Riddle."

Looking at that familiar figure, Lothar gritted his teeth.

"In other words, he never disappeared from beginning to end."

"Yes, you finally grasped the key." Slytherin chuckled, "He never disappeared from the beginning to the end. You thought he had disappeared just because he made you think so."

"But how is this possible? If he didn't disappear, then how did I get his memory?"

Lothar was a little unwilling.

"Then who am I now?"

"He has merged with you. Do you still remember your inexplicable actions before?"

"Although you can see his memories, sometimes your behavior will always be inexplicable."

"For example, the so-called charm magic. Aren't you surprised that if there is such a good magic, he can use it early?"

Slytherin stepped forward and looked at Lothar with piercing eyes.

"But you saw the magic and thought it was his pride that kept him from using it."

"Yes." Lothar was crestfallen, knowing that he had failed.

His every move was watched by Tom Riddle.

Tom was like a poisonous snake, waiting until the moment of resurrection before taking action.

"So, I'm going to die." There was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Lothar's mouth. "Then how did you get here, unless you are Voldemort?"

Lothar looked at the bald old man in front of him calmly.

He didn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world that Salazar Slytherin would appear in his spiritual world.

"So, who are you?"