Fine dust drifted aimlessly through a golden ocean of light, much like the tangled thoughts of those in the room.
"You knew all along."
Salazar repeated the words, his gaze gradually turning cold.
"I can be pretty sharp sometimes too, Salazar—"
Gryffindor grinned, seemingly intending to show off his intelligence, but the smile on his face, brimming with sorrow and helplessness, betrayed the confusion in his heart.
Dumbledore remained focused on this fragment of historical memory.
Witnessing a secret conversation between Hogwarts' four founders was a first even in his long life. No matter what Gryffindor and Slytherin were discussing, he found it immensely fascinating.
But Amosta was different.
His grave gaze rested on Salazar Slytherin's deeply carved face. After a while, he turned to inspect this office belonging to Gryffindor.
Finding nothing unusual, he fixed his eyes on Slytherin's face again. The slight furrow between his brows revealed the doubts in his heart.
"Since you know, are you really planning to let Rowena do as she pleases?"
"Since this is Rowena's own decision, I will respect it—"
Gryffindor once again emphasized his position.
The contempt Slytherin displayed at that moment was undisguised.
"You disappoint me, Godric. Your heart is so cowardly. You are not worthy of being called a courageous wizard."
The atmosphere instantly tightened. Dumbledore had even thought Gryffindor would draw his sword again.
But in the end, Gryffindor merely let out a dejected sigh. The eyes of this legendary wizard, revered by countless people in later generations, were now steeped in exhaustion.
"If it were you, what would you do, Salazar?"
"I would not be as cowardly as you, Godric—"
Slytherin exuded an air of authority as he declared decisively,
"I would grant the child carrying my blood the noble title of 'Slytherin.' He would inherit the