Chapter 181

"A reward..." Sean's expression showed a slight hint of excitement. He remained slumped on the ground and then cautiously asked, "Madam, may I know the current condition of Lord Slytherin?"

Like most members of the Gaunt Family, Gormlaith is fond of showing off things she considers glorious—in short, she's a big mouth and stupid.

"Lord Slytherin is in the crucial stage of his awakening. Before that, I must drive out all those filthy vermin from Hogwarts —when he returns, he will see a brand new, pure Hogwarts, and he will be very happy."

Awakening? Sean caught the key word in the other person's sentence.

Did Slytherin not die? Did he use some kind of magic to put himself into a deep sleep, and then need some condition to break free?

"When will Lord Slytherin wake up? Does he need any help?" Sean pretended to have said something wrong and lowered his head in panic. "Of course, the great Salazar Slytherin certainly doesn't need the help of a little wizard like me. I mean, what little things can I do to make him feel a little bit better when he wakes up?"

Gormlaith was quite pleased with Sean's cautious attitude. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Lord Slytherin has his own preparations, but I will convey your sentiments to him later."

"Thank you for your generosity, madam," Sean, maintaining his humble demeanor. "However, since Lord Slytherin is still a little short of waking, how did you obtain this power? And has he been alive all along, or...?"

Having not boasted about her family's glory for a long time, Gormlaith became more talkative. "Although he hasn't awakened yet, Lord Slytherin can already convey some of his will, which is why I was summoned and received his reward. As for him, he can no longer be described with such a humble word as 'survival.' He possesses a great power that wizards have never had before!"

Great power? Sean pondered to himself.

A power that has never been possessed in the history of wizarding?

He glanced furtively at the unstable black particles emanating from Gormlaith's body.

Could it be that Slytherin possessed some kind of magic that allowed him to materialize ghosts using Obscurus? Did he return to Hogwarts after his death as an unknown ghost, and then slumber in the Chamber of Secrets?

Sean suddenly remembered the Ghostly Horned Serpent. That creature wasn't with Gormlaith now, and he didn't know where it had gone... However, the Horned Serpent's situation was quite peculiar; it existed between a ghost and a physical entity, while Gormlaith in front of him could already transform from a ghost into a physical entity...

Is there some kind of connection between them?

Sean thought of the person Dumbledore had mentioned, the Mysterious Person who had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic and stolen the key between reality and the Realm of Illusion.

After that, all sorts of strange ghosts started appearing.

Ghostly Horned Serpent with special abilities, Gormlaith can materialize before your eyes, and the Ancients sleeping in the Chamber of Secrets...

Was it caused by that key?

Sean maintained an expression of awe and humility, glancing at Gormlaith without revealing his true feelings.

Could the other person cast spells with a wand? This was something he was very curious about.

If the other party can cast spells with a wand and also perform human behaviors such as eating and sleeping, then this ability is almost equivalent to resurrection in another sense.

It's much better than that Resurrection Stone.

Thinking of this, Sean cautiously asked, "Does Lord Slytherin possess some great power that can resurrect people? Madam, please forgive my intrusion, but you already, uh, that, hundreds of years ago."

Perhaps because Sean's attitude had always pleased her, Gormlaith said without any hesitation, "That's right, no need to be so cautious, Draco. I died hundreds of years ago."

She walked to the chicken coop on the ground and opened the coop door.

Gormlaith expertly grabbed the rooster by the neck and lifted the poor little guy into the air.

The rooster was gripped tightly by the neck, and it flapped its wings, its claws kicking wildly in the air.

"Look, look," Gormlaith said with a delighted expression, "It feels so good to have my powers back..."

Then, she suddenly reached out with her other hand, and with both hands working together, cleanly and decisively snapped the rooster's neck. The poor rooster twitched once, then its neck slumped limply down.

Gormlaith flung the dead rooster away and threw it in front of the faucet at the back of the bathroom.

"Do you understand, Draco? I have truly returned from another world."

Sean nodded in alarm, his mind racing as he analyzed the situation.

It takes two hands to break a neck, which means her strength hasn't been enhanced... Her neck-grabbing technique is very skilled, and the information mentions that Gormlaith often abuses animals and Muggle, which means her muscle memory has been preserved... She threw it to the very back, which, if I remember correctly, should be the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets? In other words, Gormlaith will take that dead rooster down there to dispose of the body.

This stuff can't fill the Basilisk's stomach, so does that mean Gormlaith can only do all this physically? Does that mean she can't use magic? After all, a rooster's carcass can be destroyed with a Fire-Making Spell...

After sorting out the current situation, Sean said with a shocked expression, "This is... this is amazing... but I don't understand, what can I do?"

Gormlaith licked her lips more frequently, her dark tongue moving back and forth.

"Ha... Draco, I just need you to do a little thing."

"Please speak, ma'am..."

Gormlaith laughed cruelly, "I want you to lure the professors out one by one. I'll have Lord Slytherin's pet do the work. Once all these foolish professors are dead, no one will be able to stop me."

Sure enough, this woman is a madwoman...

Sean's eyes widened in fear, his lips trembling. "Th-those are the professors..."

"Ha—" Gormlaith sneered disdainfully, "What right do they have to call themselves professors if they let those filthy vermin sit in the classroom?"

"But, but..."

Gormlaith laughed, "I know this is a little bit difficult for you—so, Draco, I'll give you a portion of the reward first, which should be enough to tempt you."

"For example," her voice took on a seductive tone, "The method of achieving immortality..."