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87.22% Return of Salazar Slytherin / Chapter 157: 157- Rhys: I'm going to take a shower

章節 157: 157- Rhys: I'm going to take a shower

Dumbledore's actions brought the atmosphere in the stadium to a fever pitch.

Countless wizards made up their minds at that moment to return to their homeland and immediately contact their respective Ministers of Magic, urging them to begin distributing the Wolfsbane antidote and the Human Restoration Spell.

If they couldn't learn it, they could send people to the UK for further study. In any case, they were determined to eradicate lycanthropy, a disease that had plagued the wizarding world for over a thousand years, in their generation.

Wizards with quicker minds decided to start working on producing the Wolfsbane antidote immediately. In the next decade, this potion would be like a money tree; as soon as it was produced, there would be no shortage of buyers, with the Ministry of Magic being the first to acquire it.

Seeing that Dumbledore had instantly become the center of attention, Cornelius Fudge couldn't hold back anymore.

He rushed onto the field, standing next to Dumbledore, and pulled a bewildered Lupin to his side. Mimicking Dumbledore, he had Lupin bite the skin on the back of his own hand, drawing blood.

Enduring the pain, Fudge raised his bleeding hand high and shouted to the wizards in the stands, "I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, also pledge to vouch for all werewolves treated with the Human Restoration Spell!"

The wizards in the stadium were momentarily stunned, then burst into enthusiastic applause for the Minister of Magic.

Hearing the waves of applause and the cheers interspersed throughout, Fudge's complexion visibly brightened, and the pain in his hand seemed to lessen.

However, as the excitement drained from his head, Fudge couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: It should be fine, right? This werewolf shouldn't be infectious… right? After all, Dumbledore already did it… but he's Dumbledore!

...

In the end, Fudge decided that after the gathering, he would seek someone to prepare a supply of the Wolfsbane antidote for him, planning to drink several doses to enhance his immunity.

What Fudge didn't know was that taking the Wolfsbane antidote wouldn't work as a "preventive" measure. If someone were to be bitten by a werewolf, they would still transform regardless of how much Wolfsbane they had taken.

"Dumbledore…"

In the corner of the stands, the wizard in plain robes, the curly-haired old man, and the beautiful woman all frowned as they watched Dumbledore, who was now the center of attention on the field.

Their expressions were complicated as they assessed the most powerful wizard among humans.

"Capricornus, are you confident you could defeat him?" Sagittarius posed the question.

"I can't see through him," Capricornus shook his head. "I'm not sure if he's mastered a domain. If he hasn't, I'm confident I could kill him."

Sagittarius snorted, "Modern wizards can still master a domain?"

"Do you really consider him part of the modern wizarding world?" Vigo argued that a wizard like Dumbledore shouldn't be grouped with ordinary modern wizards.

"You're giving him too much credit. If the three of us attacked together, he wouldn't survive," Sagittarius said, unimpressed by the so-called "strongest wizard of the age."

"Come back after you've mastered a domain yourself," Capricornus muttered in genuine disgust for Sagittarius. He swore to himself that he would never partner with someone like this again.

Vigo nodded in agreement with Capricornus's comment.

This infuriated Sagittarius.

Amid this somewhat pleasant atmosphere, the Ministry of Magic's experiment came to an end.

The wizards rose from their seats and began to make their way out of the stadium.

The weather grew increasingly cold and damp, prompting many to clutch their robes tighter.

The Scottish climate—it was absolutely ghastly!

Interestingly, Rhys and Daphne were not the only "shadowy figures" sneaking around; at least a dozen students had slipped out of the castle to witness the spectacle.

"So, are we really not going to do anything?" Daphne asked, puzzled by Rhys's single-minded focus on heading back.

"Aren't we already doing something? Our most important task right now is getting back to the common room as quickly as possible—damn it, with so many students sneaking out to watch the experiment, the professors are probably going to increase patrols." Rhys quickened his pace while casting a Disillusionment Charm over Daphne.

Just as Rhys had expected, the moment the group of young wizards stepped into the castle's entrance hall, the torches flared to life. Professor McGonagall, the other three heads of house, and Filch, the caretaker, all stepped out from the shadows, catching the rule-breaking students red-handed.

Not only were the students who stepped into the entrance hall caught, but those still outside the castle were also rounded up by their respective Heads of House.

A line even started to form inside the hall.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the group of students she had rounded up and called out loudly, "Fred, George, no use hiding—I've spotted you. Even if you run back tonight, detention notices will still be waiting on your beds!"

Fred and George, who had been lurking in the shadows of the castle walls waiting for the coast to clear: "???"

Completely baffled, they walked into the hall and joined the lineup of captured students.

"You've got sharp eyes—I didn't see them at all," Professor Sprout praised McGonagall, who smiled without responding.

Honestly, Fred and George missing out on such a spectacle?

Not possible.

Calling them was always a safe bet.

Thanks to Rhys's impressive Disillusionment Charm, he and Daphne managed to avoid being caught by the Heads of House and safely returned to the Slytherin common room.

"The professors set up their ambush in the wrong spot. They should've blocked the common rooms—then they'd catch everyone for sure," Rhys stretched and casually suggested, offering a sly tip.

"I'm off for a shower, goodnight!" Rhys yawned and headed toward the bathroom.

Daphne: ?

"You're really just going to do nothing about it?" she asked in shock.

Rhys turned his head back. "I'll write the anonymous letter after my shower."

After tossing that remark, he went straight into the bathroom.

Like any ordinary student, Rhys entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Hot water gushed out, pouring onto his skin. Gradually, Rhys began to "melt," merging with the water streaming from the showerhead until he completely disappeared.

Finally, a thin stream of water, shaped like a finger, turned off the shower, leaving no trace of Rhys in the bathroom.

At the same time, in the shadows outside the Quidditch pitch, Rhys opened his eyes and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

"Clear skies under the bright moon… What a nice night~" he muttered as he slowly sank into the earth.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, Henry, and Fudge hadn't left the field yet. They were surrounded by enthusiastic wizards, stuck in the stadium. As for Lockhart, no one cared where he had gone or what he was doing.

"Good, everything is going according to plan. Let's proceed; we have fifteen minutes," Capricorn said, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched Dumbledore, who was held up by the crowd.

"Gryffindor's relic, the Sword of Godric Gryffindor—we must get it tonight!"

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章節 158: 158: Aren’t you also living on the inheritance from your ancestors?

The three of them, like the other wizards, descended from the stands and walked slowly toward the castle.

As they walked, Capricornus spoke, "The reason Gryffindor was able to severely wound the God-King Odin, known as the Father of the Gods, plunging the immortal into eternal slumber, was because he used the cursed Sword of Gryffindor, which was enchanted by the Goblin King, Ragnuk I. Once we get our hands on this sword, we too can possess the power to rival the gods."

Rhys, overhearing Capricorn's words, could barely hold back his laughter.

He had no idea how such rumors spread over time, but from what he'd seen, Gryffindor's sword was just an ordinary goblin-forged sword… nothing more.

And seriously, the way they inflated the reputation of those Norse false gods! "Eternal slumber"? That was ridiculous. How had they even come up with that term? The God-King must have had excellent sleep quality—he didn't even wake up when his skull was used to craft a crown.

Rhys was baffled by how later generations always seemed to fantasize that an ordinary person wielding a particular weapon could suddenly become invincible.

Gryffindor's sword had become a myth, and the same thing had happened with the so-called Elder Wand.

One sword could supposedly slay gods the moment you picked it up, and the other was said to make its owner unbeatable forever. Rhys found both claims absurd.

And then there were things like the "Sword in the Stone," which was said to have done something earth-shattering at some point, just sitting in a stone, waiting for someone to pull it out and become king of the realm.

Isn't this all just nonsense?

It's like picking a support role in a game, then after winning, claiming the victory was only possible because you supported the carry.

What's the difference?

Legends always come first, and legendary items follow.

Capricornus of the Secret Order thought Voldemort was mentally unstable and didn't want him in the group. Rhys viewed the Cult members in a similar light—he thought all three of them were a bit unhinged.

He moved silently underground, quietly following the trio. He planned to strike when they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. By then, they would be far enough from both the stadium and the castle, so their confrontation wouldn't attract much attention.

Daphne should be resting by now, Rhys figured. She was probably already deep in sleep.

He had just pulled a little trick, using a transfigured fake version of himself to trick Daphne into returning to the Slytherin common room to rest. His intention was to keep her from getting involved in the fight with the Secret Order.

These three members of the Cult were still too dangerous for her.

Rhys sighed inwardly—villains like Quirrell, with his middling power, were hard to come by!

At the end of the previous school year, Rhys had actually wanted to spare Quirrell. Such a valuable teaching resource shouldn't have been wasted after just one use!

If he could have kept him around, it would have provided Daphne with a few years' worth of training.

Unfortunately, by the time Rhys found Quirrell, the man had already been drained dry by Voldemort. There was no saving him.

At this moment, Daphne wasn't obediently going back to sleep as Rhys had expected. She had a sharp sense that something was wrong.

So, she made a slightly silly but effective decision: to wait right outside the bathroom!

She wasn't going to leave until she caught Rhys coming out.

It turned out to be a good idea. Rhys had seemingly dissolved into the bath itself—he went in and never came back out.

After waiting a long time without seeing Rhys, Daphne finally gathered her courage and quickly dashed into the bathroom.

After looking around, she clenched her fists.

Just as she suspected, Rhys had ditched her and snuck away!

There was no trace of him anywhere in the bathroom.

...

Rhys, unaware that his trick had been seen through, focused on the three members of the Secret Order ahead of him. They were not the kind of small-time characters that could be easily dealt with. The old man known as Capricornus had actually mastered a domain!

But once Capricornus summoned his domain, Rhys suddenly smiled, feeling relieved.

Capricornus stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, gently waving his arms. As he did so, a thin mist began to form at the forest's border.

"Luck's on our side tonight, the air is very humid," Capricornus said, sounding particularly pleased. He was even in the mood to talk more than usual. "Perfect conditions for deploying the Fog domain. Vigo, Sagittarius, you two need to work harder and grasp your own domains soon. Without mastering a domain, you'll never truly be worth much."

Capricornus's words deeply stung Sagittarius. Though he felt annoyed and frustrated, he couldn't argue because Capricornus was speaking the harsh truth.

Vigo, on the other hand, nodded and said he would spend more time studying the divine remains, aiming to open his own domain as soon as possible.

Seeing the attitude of his teammates, Sagittarius could only shrug helplessly. "There's really nothing I can do about domains. If I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

"I've really been studying, though! Check the usage logs of the quiet room in the organization if you don't believe me!" he added defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.." Capricornus felt his good mood completely ruined by Sagittarius.

Feeling annoyed, he sped up the activation of his domain. Soon, the thin mist covered the grass outside the castle entirely.

Perhaps due to the rising moisture, delicate threads of rain began to fall from the sky, bringing a chilling sensation.

The mist started to gather around the trio.

According to Capricornus's plan, this mist would provide them with a convenient protective layer, making them undetectable by magical means. More importantly, their movement speed within the fog would become astonishingly fast, allowing them to escape quickly even if they were discovered by the school's teachers.

But just as the mist began to close in around Capricornus, he suddenly sensed something was off. Even in the rain, the speed at which the mist was gathering seemed unnaturally fast.

Something was wrong!

"Activate your divine remains fully, now!" Capricornus shouted urgently.

Sagittarius and Vigo, though unsure why Capricornus had suddenly panicked, respected his strength enough to immediately activate the divine remains fused into their bodies.

Sagittarius's eyes instantly lost their luster, and his sclera turned a murky, dull color, while the veins on his face became an eerie purplish-blue. Vigo's skin turned an ashen gray, like that of a corpse, and a faint stench of decay began to waft through the air.

"You're no different, living off the scraps of your ancestors. What's even more laughable is that those so-called false gods aren't even your ancestors. You're nothing more than grave robbers," a young voice echoed through the mist.

"What, who ar—!"

In the next moment, the mist in front of Capricornus's chest suddenly coalesced into an ice spike.

Spilch!

Before he could react, it pierced his heart, leaving him with an expression of utter disbelief.

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