To whoever reads this message... my descendant...
Yes, I saw something truly terrifying in the ruins.
I cannot describe what I saw in words. Those things were like whispers in a delirium, or perhaps more like a warning.
They entered my mind directly. I cannot even write them down.
A great disaster, unlike anything before it.
Order always gives way to disorder.
To fight this disaster, we must turn disorder and chaos into order.
The blood of Salazar Slytherin flows through your veins.
You are destined to become an influential figure in the Wizarding World.
As a descendant of Slytherin, I believe you will make your mark on the Wizarding World.
There is something I need you to do.
Limit the number of wizards. You must ensure that Ancient Magic, that abstract thing that defies precise description, disappears entirely!
I will buy you time-my descendant, this is Slytherin's mission.
The message was very brief. Clearly, Slytherin desperately wanted to say something, but did not know how to describe it.
Especially all that abstract talk of order and disorder. Zhang Xiao's first reaction was actually to wonder whether Slytherin had grasped the concept of entropy increase.
The world would indeed end because of entropy increase, but the timescale of that destruction was another matter entirely.
Earth might have already exploded before the process was even halfway through.
Worrying about that was like worrying that the sky might fall.
And speaking of disasters...
He retrieved a wooden box from his Heaven and Earth Bag. Inside was the gift Dumbledore had given him for Christmas in his first year: Slytherin's letter to Gryffindor.
"Godric, no!
"Absolutely not! Hogwarts cannot keep admitting Muggles!
"I refuse!
"Do you remember the ruins I told you about?
"The ancient ruins I discovered last time. We agreed