Hogwarts founder returns to campus

In 31, July [-]st, this day is where the dream began.

After experiencing a coma and the end of the world, when Muggles regain consciousness, they suddenly feel as if they are still dreaming.

They slapped themselves in the face unrealistically, and after feeling the incomparably real pain, they were sure that everything in front of them was not a dream.

"It was a miracle just now! It must be a miracle!"

They saw the tall tower that had already become a landmark of the city in the distance, and they had an idea of ​​wanting to make a pilgrimage.

They feel that wizards have saved them, and believe that there is a power beyond science in this world.

However, compared to the Muggles of the Middle Ages, the Muggles at this time have been able to accept all this calmly and even excitedly.

The Muggles merged into a torrent and spontaneously moved towards the direction of the tower.

As they went on, various visions took place.

Some Muggles feel that they are walking too slowly.

So he felt that a force was born from within his body, lifting him to fly forward for a certain distance, and then landed smoothly.

"God! Am I blessed by the gods? Is this the power given to me by the gods?"

Some Muggles were full of joy and felt that such a dreamy day should be remembered well.

Then his fingertips started to heat up, and a rainbow-like halo appeared in his hands, looking extremely festive.

"My lord! All this is not a dream! It must be God's affirmation of me!"

During this pilgrimage-like journey, the Muggles discovered that their bodies seemed to have changed.

They can fly, they can release halos from their hands, and even a Muggle from a zoo can hear a boa constrictor talking to him.

They don't have the fear of Muggles in the Middle Ages, and feel that all this is given to them by God, and it is their reward for the rest of their lives.

Salazar watched all this from the high tower, and let out a long breath as he looked at the Muggles below who were constantly bursting out with magic power.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald appear on the tower.

Although Dumbledore's expression was anxious, there was no doubt; Grindelwald looked relaxed, looking under the tower with a somewhat thoughtful expression.

Dumbledore said: "Although everyone has become a wizard now,...even if it is us, there is still the possibility of squibs."

"Squibs have an embarrassing position, and I worry that they will be in the same embarrassing situation when they reappear in the future."

"As expected of Albus, would you really consider this issue?" Salazar smiled.

Dumbledore's worry was unreasonable. No one knew whether there would be such a thing as squibs after the whole world became wizards.

And I don't know if the number of squibs will increase, and even eventually spread all over the world, making wizards a minority again.

Salazar suddenly made a "hissing" sound, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the opposite side suddenly froze, and then they started laughing.

"It turned out to be solved in this way!" Grindelwald laughed until tears flowed, "Parseltongue! I understand! You are such a lunatic!"

Dumbledore's smile restrained, revealing an extremely complicated expression, "So you have already imagined it? Use Parseltongue to ensure the absolute existence of wizards?"

"Yes." Salazar nodded, "Parseltongue is a kind of inheritance, and every descendant of the Slytherin family can have a Parseltongue."

"If it weren't for the ignorant pure-blood concept and the curse of Haierbo, the Slytherin family would definitely become one of the most powerful families."

"If I hadn't studied Muggle related content about close relatives, I wouldn't use Parseltongue to maintain the purity of wizards."

"Of course, the help of 'The Boy Who Lived' is also indispensable. He made me understand that Parseltongue can be passed on in this way."

Grindelwald asked: "Parseltongue is contained in that burst of green light? I feel the uniqueness of that burst of green light."

Salazar nodded, "Included in it, in addition to repairing the eyesight injuries of Muggles, it can also let the inheritance of Parseltongue flow in their blood."

"In addition, besides converting magic power, healing magic, and Parseltongue, the conversion magic circle also has a little selfishness of mine."

"What is it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Salazar reminded: "You can recall those images about Salazar, what do you think of?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes, and what appeared in front of his eyes was no longer the image of the bald and gloomy old man, but an image of a young man with deep facial features and slightly feminine, with long black hair.

"Just these are enough?" Dumbledore was a little bit dumbfounded, "Don't you want them to know what you did for them?"

"They may not be grateful to me, and I need their gratitude." Salazar shook his head. "This is my selfish decision. In fact, I have never considered Muggles. I have always considered wizards."

"Since the number of wizards is rare and they are in a weak position, then I will let wizards spread all over the world, so that the problem will be solved naturally."

"Actually, I don't care what they think of me, as long as I can remember my appearance is enough. I don't want that wrong image to continue to be compared with my friends."

"What about Haierbo?" Grindelwald asked, "I remember he also has Horcruxes."

"Him?" Salazar smiled, "I will go find him in a few days, take him to destroy the Horcrux, and then send him to die."

"Because the whole world is wizards?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes." Salazar nodded, "His struggle is meaningless, so he just wants to die."

"It's really scary." Grindelwald let out a long breath, "Destroy his belief directly, even if the other party is a lunatic, he will collapse, right?"

"That's true." Salazar stretched his waist. "There are still many things to deal with. Their magical explosion needs to be restrained by learning magic. All original wizards will become valuable assets!"

"You did it perfectly!" Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh, "Even thought of that."

Salazar said rightly: "Of course! Some people will be afraid of the magical knowledge possessed by the original wizards, and even at the risk of not being able to master magic, they will want to get rid of us."

"I have worked so hard to do so much, of course, to make things perfect, so that they can never do anything to us, so that they understand the importance of us to the world."

"So..." Grindelwald murmured, "You let my voodoo party appear in front of them, and that's why?"

Salazar said: "Perhaps the word voodoo is inappropriate? We should think of a new term... God's messenger? The original wizard is called God's messenger?"

He shook his head again, "Perhaps we should let Quirrell think of the name. As a writer, he should be better at thinking of names than me!"