69novels Chapter 92 Scarface's Buddhist Voice Dispels Confusion
Chapter 92 Scarface's Buddhist Voice Dispels Confusion
Chapter 93 Scarface's Buddhist Voice Dispels Confusion
Picking up where we left off, Salazar claimed he had been waiting for Harry for over a thousand years. Ron and Hermione, upon hearing this, looked on with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
He waited for Harry for thousands of years?
But Harry is only twelve years old this year, isn't he?
Wait a minute! So Harry really is some kind of ancient wizard reincarnated?!
Hermione frowned slightly, feeling uneasy, her eyes darting back and forth between Harry and Salazar.
Ron gripped his wand tightly, took a breath, and said, "I don't care if Harry is anyone's reincarnation or not, I only recognize the Harry I swore brotherhood with!"
"Your mind must be quite something, little redhead." Salazar glanced at him and said, "I don't recall ever saying that Mr. Potter was someone's reincarnation."
Hermione looked horrified. "You, you mean—you can foresee events thousands of years in the future? Or do you know such a powerful prophet?"
After a long pause, she said angrily, "Oh! He can't hear me!"
"Ron, you'll have to ask Mr. Salazar for me..."
"No... Hermione, he doesn't want to talk to a wizard like you..."
Harry frowned suddenly upon hearing their conversation.
It should be known that these two are sworn siblings who have shared life and death, and are usually very loyal to each other. They would brave mountains of knives and seas of fire together, and face a hail of bullets and arrows hand in hand.
Such a deep bond of friendship, where lives are entrusted to each other, has now turned into a state of madness, with people spouting that nonsense about pure blood. Isn't that treating Salazar's words as divine decrees?
Harry, being a man of wide experience, immediately recognized the grayness in the painting's eyes and knew that it must be the work of dark magic by the monsters in the painting, who had bewitched his mind.
His tiger-like eyes burned like lightning, and he gathered his inner energy in his dantian, roaring, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"
The six-syllable mantra taught by Lu Zhishen was uttered, like a thunderclap in broad daylight. Truly, it was like a thunderbolt, a deafening roar that shattered the clouds and revealed the sun.
The two, who were already bewildered, one gripping his wand with trembling hands, the other biting his lip until it bled, were both in a state of mental turmoil.
After taking Harry's earth-shattering drink, it was like a strong wind sweeping away the miasma, suddenly dispelling the fog and obscurity.
Ron suddenly trembled, as if waking from a dream; Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, like jade flowing again.
The two stared at each other in shock, speechless. Ron, panting heavily, stammered, "Hermione! I... I don't know why I said that—"
"Me too." Hermione's face paled, and she swallowed hard. "I just suddenly realized that I'm a Muggle wizard—and a feeling of inferiority really came over me."
"Ha! This matter is absolutely not the fault of my elder sister and brothers! It is this scoundrel who is spreading falsehoods and misleading the public!"
With that, Harry suddenly drew his sword and, without hesitation, slashed at the manuscript.
A flash of light appeared, followed by a loud "boom," and the bed was cleaved in two, instantly filling the air with dust.
Ron and Hermione were both shocked and their hearts skipped a beat.
This is the founder of Hogwarts, one of the four founders.
He was just chopped down by Harry like that?
"I need to correct you, Mr. Potter. Those two were only subconsciously submitting to me because they were influenced by my residual 'thoughts'."
Salazar's voice suddenly came from under the bed, and he asked curiously, "What kind of magic did you just use? It was able to stabilize a person's mental state."
Harry kicked aside the broken bed board, picked up the undamaged manuscript paper, and sneered, "What kind of magic do I use? Why should I tell you!"
"You don't need to take your anger out on me, Mr. Potter. The sheer amount of murderous aura emanating from you right now is enough to scare a three-headed dog so much it would wet itself."
"Do you ever feel guilty, wondering if you possess too much murderous intent?"
Harry laughed instead of getting angry. "You little rascal, if you want to imitate those bald monks spouting Zen riddles and entering a meditative state, I'll see how long you can keep up this act!"
Having said that, he grabbed the copy of the drawing paper and went to the washroom to make him urinate in the latrine.
Upon hearing this, Ron and Hermione quickly grabbed Harry's arms to persuade him.
"Calm down! Harry, calm down!"
Hermione said with a complicated expression, "I think he wouldn't stoop to lying to us second-year wizards. So... it's just that we're too weak."
Seeing Harry stop moving again, Salazar raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm actually quite curious about this... Muggle wizard now. She seems to have quite the eloquence."
Hearing the praise from this renowned sorcerer from a thousand years ago, Hermione felt a surge of joy. Suddenly, a chill ran through her, and she quickly suppressed the thought, saying earnestly:
"Harry, we at least need to find out why he wants to see you."
Ron nodded in agreement, "It's really strange that he said he's been waiting for you for thousands of years."
Seeing that both of them came to persuade him, Harry suppressed his thoughts, which had been swayed by Salazar, and pondered:
This fellow knows the imperial name of the founding emperor, and claims he is still alive and a figure of extravagance. If that's the case, then the founding of Hogwarts must have occurred during the Jianlong era, right?
Just now he muttered some Zen-like words about "finally returning," as if he knew the strange story of how I had been living in a dream and my soul had drifted away to Yanggu County.
With a sudden thought, Harry tossed the manuscript aside, then abruptly stabbed it with his knife, embedding it into the wall.
"How come you've been waiting for me for thousands of years? You should know that I was born twelve years ago in Godric Valley."
"That's where you were born, but you must have grown up somewhere else, right?"
Ron chimed in, "Of course, everyone knows Harry grew up on Privet Drive."
Salazar remained silent, standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging glances with Harry.
Harry felt a jolt when he realized that the man was indeed someone in the know.
Since Salazar knows how to travel between the ancient and modern worlds, wouldn't I be able to see my second brother again?
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said solemnly, "Harry was very rude just now, and I hope the old man will forgive him. May I ask what happened?"
Salazar paused, then said strangely, "You really are... more interesting than Godric. Rowena must really like you."
"But please don't use such strange terms as 'old man' anymore. Just call me Salazar."
"Oh dear, brother, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already!"
Salazar looked at Ron. "Can we transfer the student to another school now?"
"Uh...it seems not, Mr. Salazar."
"Well, Godric is really lucky..."
Salazar sighed and said, "Harry, have you heard of the law of equilibrium?"
Everything follows a balance; to gain something, you must pay a price. Magic, life, memories, emotions... there is nothing that cannot be exchanged.
"This was the ironclad rule that every wizard in my time had to follow."
Ron and Hermione listened with trepidation. Life? Memory?
This is exactly the behavior of a dark wizard!
Harry ignored the intimidating words and simply cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Brother, all you've said is to teach me how to exchange it."
"If you need anything, just tell me!"
(End of this chapter)