The Green Serpent Calamity Begins
The Rise of Malfoy at Hogwarts
A long string of serpentine characters appeared uncontrollably in Skylar's mind, and most amazingly, he was able to understand them without any instruction.
He opened his mouth and chanted an ancient magical incantation according to the words in his mind, and for a moment all that could be heard was the hissing of snakes.
The feeling of chanting Parseltongue incantations is completely different from chanting Ancient Dragon Language. When pronouncing Ancient Dragon Language, each syllable seems to drain all of Skylar's strength. Every time Skylar finishes reciting a few long sentences of Ancient Dragon Language, he feels completely exhausted. Therefore, he rarely uses and tries to avoid using Ancient Dragon Language.
At this moment, as Skylar chanted the Parseltongue, he could feel his blood boiling. Each syllable brought a violent throbbing of blood in his veins, and after each throbbing, a refreshing and exhilarating feeling would come through his blood. The more Skylar chanted, the more his fighting spirit soared and the more excited he became.
Now, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was flushed an unnatural red, and his voice was hoarse and weak...
Sarf instinctively sensed that something was wrong with Skylar. "Skylar, stop! Your bloodline power isn't strong enough to support this level of Parseltongue magic!"
Seeing that Skylar remained unmoved, still chanting the spell with fervor, the Parseltongue that had previously sounded so familiar now sounded like a deadly curse to Sarf's ears. She gritted her teeth, as if making a firm decision, and took out her Snakewood Wand, casting the "Langlock" and the "Silencing Charm" in quick succession at Skylar.
However, the two beams of incantation struck Skylar without producing any effect. Skylar continued his fervent chanting as if nothing had happened.
Sarf stamped her delicate foot, a flash of panic crossing her expression.
"What should we do?" Sarf and Skylar had a master-servant contract. If anything happened to Skylar, Sarf, as his servant, would probably suffer the consequences of the oath. But at this moment, Sarf's concern far exceeded what a servant should have. Even she didn't know that deep down, she was more worried about Skylar's safety than about herself.
After being reborn, Sarf inherited the knowledge of her previous life, but not its experience. At this moment, she was like a fledgling bird, completely unsure of how to deal with the situation.
She bit her lower lip hard and lunged at Skylar, grabbing the Thestral Wand in Skylar hand with one hand and tightly hugging Skylar lower back with the other.
She knocked Skylar's wand to the ground, but the chanting showed no sign of stopping.
Then, Sarf's red lips pressed hard against Skylar's lips. Since magic was ineffective, she chose to physically block Skylar's ability to speak.
Skylar blinked, as if only now coming to his senses. He finally stopped chanting and was about to speak when he noticed Sarf's tightly closed eyes, with tear stains still visible at the corners of her eyes. No matter what, he couldn't bring himself to push her away.
In fact, he had always known that because Sarf was reborn under his guidance, she had an innate sense of dependence on him, so he had always been trying to prevent this from happening.
But... never mind...
Sarf opened her eyes and saw Skylar looking at her with a half-smile. Two red blushes immediately rose to her cheeks, and a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Skylar hadn't pushed her away, could it be...?
With this in mind, she decided to let go of all her burdens. Having been reborn, worldly rules and laws were meaningless to her; she only wanted to ensure she would never have any regrets.
Her arms wrapped around Skylar's neck like snakes, and once again silenced any words he might utter with Skylar fiery lips.
With Skylar's intelligence, it wasn't hard for him to guess that he had just escaped death and that the beautiful woman in front of him had saved his life. His resistance to her dropped to its lowest point at this moment. After a passionate and tender kiss, Skylar was so dizzy from the other person's skillful kiss that he gradually forgot to resist and reflexively kissed her back.
A full ten minutes passed.
The two finally parted ways with great reluctance.
Having tasted the sweetness of love, Sarf met Skylar's gaze and boldly confessed, "I love you, Skylar."
Skylar's gaze was complex, a mixture of pity and guilt. He whispered, "Sarf, you know, I have girlfriends, and more than one..." Skylar wanted to say something, but found himself unable to speak. Sarf raised her hand and gently covered his lips.
"I know, Skylar." Sarf nestled against his chest, gazing into his eyes. "I truly love you, I love you with all my heart. My being reborn is already the greatest gift God has given me; I ask for nothing more... I don't need any title from you, nor any promises. I only wish that I could be your maid forever, forever by your side, not for ten or twenty years, but until one of us dies. Is that alright, my master?"
What she didn't say was that, just now, in the face of Skylar and death, she had made up her mind that if Skylar really met with misfortune, she would also die for him.
Skylar sighed softly. Since things had already gone this far, there was no point in rejecting them or hurting their feelings. As for Daphne and the others, although Sarf didn't need Skylar to make their relationship public, he didn't want to hide it from these girls who trusted him so much and betray their trust.
Never mind, I'll just have to think of a way to explain things to them and hopefully get their understanding.
Skylar put aside these chaotic thoughts and began to seriously examine his own state of mind.
Salazar Slytherin, who was known as the "Dark Witch King" in that era, was ruthless even with just a legacy left to his descendants. This stroke of luck almost cost Skylar his life and burdened him with another emotional debt. If this gain did not satisfy him, he would definitely blow up the statue of Slytherin himself in the Chamber of Secrets when he returned to Hogwarts.
After examining it closely, he was both surprised and delighted. The dissatisfaction he had harbored vanished in an instant.
The blood in his veins throbbed powerfully, emanating a tremendous magical energy. It seemed his blood had mutated, beginning to possess magical properties like that of Unicorn and Fire Dragon. Although magic originated from the soul and spirit, bloodline determined a wizard's talent and potential.
If one's bloodline is too weak, it will never be possible to activate the hidden talents within it. This is why, even a thousand years later, very few people can awaken their bloodline power. Apart from the Gaunt family, which is most notorious for its inbreeding, in other Pure-blood families, it's already quite common for one person in a large family to awaken their bloodline talent—one in the House of Black, one in the House of Goldstein, one in the Trelawney family...