Chapter 58 Chapter 58

Salazar Slytherin grasped Evan's shoulder, although thick fabrics separated them, Evan still felt cold, the other's hands were as cold as ice. In an instant, they appeared.

Evan felt a strong stretching force, as if he were being pushed through a hole as small as a pea. He was stretched in all directions, his chest felt as if a thousand pounds were on top of it.

His eyeballs were pulled back into his head, his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull.

Evan was spinning, everything was dark, he couldn't breathe, it was as if every part of his body was being stretched to its limit. Just when he thought he was going to suffocate, they arrived in a room, and he breathed in the fresh air.

This must be the headmaster's office, the decorations were very elegant, thick curtains hung from two sets of silver armor, exquisite murals were painted on the walls, the floor had a decorative carved pattern, and in the center of the room were four tables.

"Salazar, good to see you, I thought you would be locked in the basement for a week to prepare your new potion," said a young woman with short brown hair.

She seemed full of vigor, surrounded by papers and a shiny golden cup in front of her, the cup held a dark blue drink.

"I was, but this mudblood showed up, Helga!"

Salazar growled as he pushed Evan forward, "Keep him in check while I go find Godric and Rowena."

Soon Salazar disappeared, leaving only Evan and Helga.

Evan appeared overly formal as Helga watched him.

"Easy, lad!" Helga said with a smile, "Don't worry, Salazar may seem fierce on the outside, but deep down he's a good person, he just struggles to express himself."

She snapped her fingers, and a house-elf appeared in the room.

"Toto, give this gentleman some of my homemade snacks," whispered Helga, then she turned to Evan, "Right, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Helga Hufflepuff, and you are?"

"Hello, I'm Evan Mason." Evan tasted the tart the house-elf brought, he didn't know what it was, but it tasted sweet.

"A wizard born to muggles, that's a rarity. You know, muggles have a deep prejudice against wizards, they seem more interested in tying us to a stake and burning us," said Helga, "I haven't seen a young wizard born to muggles in many years. Evan, can you tell me who your professor is?"

"In fact, I am also a student at Hogwarts..." Evan quickly summarized what had happened.

"So you come from Hogwarts a thousand years in the future," said Helga, with a look of surprise on her face. Evan handed her the Time-Turner, and she studied it for a moment before placing it on the table, "I'm not an expert in time magic; this is more in Rowena's field, but it seems like it can take you to a time where you didn't exist. The power of this Time-Turner must be immense."

It is evident that Hufflepuff is intrigued by the Hogwarts he comes from.

She asked Evan several questions about his house, and by the expression on her face, she seemed very pleased with his answers.

"The Sorting Hat is doing a good job, placing people in my house with similar philosophies," said Helga. "The other three do the same, they ignore innate qualities, they do not nurture those qualities so young wizards cannot grow in the right way, which is very dangerous."

"I believe aptitude is the wisest choice!" said a husky, ethereal female voice.

Her voice had just faded away.

On the left side was Slytherin, and next to him was Rowena Ravenclaw, she had a slender figure, waist-length hair, and light blue eyes full of wisdom, wearing a crown with a bright gem that made her look mysterious.

On the right was Godrick Gryffindor, tall and handsome with fiery red hair, sporting a faint scar on his left eye that gave him a somewhat rugged appearance.

It seems Rowena had overheard what Helga had just said; Rowena continued in a hoarse voice, "You're very gracious; we must be cautious in selecting a young wizard for teaching, we must choose the student carefully."

Then she noticed the hourglass on the table, her interest piqued as she gazed upon it.

But the topic persisted.

"Look at what Hogwarts has come to after a millennium, allowing mudbloods into the school," said Salazar, eyeing Evan disdainfully.

"Choose your words wisely, Salazar. This boy is from my house," Godrick interjected. "Face the reality; many muggle-borns possess remarkable magical talent and a good heart. Conversely, those who inherit their pure-blood status often turn into dark wizards, harassing and killing muggles for fun. If this trend continues, the magical world will struggle to survive."

"I've told you countless times, Godrick!" Salazar spoke slowly. "I am writing a letter to the Ministry of Magic to establish a prison for imprisoning dark wizards. But we must uphold the purity of magical bloodlines; those muggles are not to be trusted; they only seek to burn us at the stake, and yet you want to accept these people as students."

"That is because they lack the knowledge that wizards possess, hence the magical world instills fear. We need to guide young wizards with magical gifts to instill in them the right ideals."

"That is a foolish notion; you seek to aid in our destruction," Salazar retorted coldly.

"You and your stubborn prejudices; times have changed, and if you persist in such thinking, Hogwarts will eventually become a school for nurturing dark wizards," Godrick said, his hand on his sword.

"As long as I am here, dark wizards shall never set foot in Hogwarts," Salazar declared, brandishing his wand. The room's temperature dropped, "But I shall only choose wizards of the purest blood because they are the most trustworthy."

"Helga and Rowena have decided to enroll muggle-born students this year," Godrick stated. "We have created a magical object that can pinpoint all children who are eleven years old and possess magical abilities."

"To enroll muggle-born students in the school without my consent, how dare you?" Salazar looked shocked and exclaimed, "This is my father's castle."

"This is also the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Godrick shouted vehemently, "Retreat to your basement with your stubbornness and prejudices."

Godrick then unsheathed his sword.

"Do you wish for a duel of true men to determine Hogwarts' future?"

"That is my intention, let's see..."

"Enough, both of you!" Helga interrupted them, "You are debating these matters in front of a guest, which is very impolite. Especially since our little guest comes from the future; perhaps you should listen to what he has to say about Hogwarts after a thousand years."

After Rowena finished speaking, the room fell silent. Gryffindor and Slytherin turned their heads to look at Evan.

Ravenclaw, who had been gazing at the hourglass, lifted her head and silently observed.