Zhang Xiao put down the notebook and pinched the bridge of his nose.
No, I need a moment. This is far too much information...
He stood up and paced around the room, which was coated in a thin layer of ice. The bizarre Dementor with little yellow duck underwear around its arm rested quietly inside something resembling a cabinet against the wall.
Even when it saw Zhang Xiao stand, it only shifted its head slightly.
It seemed unusually quiet.
Zhang Xiao had no time to investigate this strange Dementor. Instead, he went through everything he knew from beginning to end.
It had all begun with a Christmas present in his first year.
To help the "young" Zhang Xiao develop sound values, Dumbledore had specifically given him a letter Slytherin had written to Gryffindor.
It mentioned how, in her youth, Slytherin had felt compassion for wizards hunted by the Church. It was during that period that a vague idea had first taken shape in her mind.
Later, she had met several like-minded friends. Together, they founded Hogwarts and successfully severed the Church's roots.
Without realizing it, that immense institution, which had endured for a thousand years, had been steadily bled dry until it finally weakened.
Slytherin herself had also frequently ventured out in search of wizarding ruins, hoping to enrich Hogwarts' teaching materials.
In one ruin, she discovered the truth behind the fall of the gods. It was then that she began to question the relationship between wizards and gods.
As possibly one of the greatest wizards in history, Slytherin had unquestionably possessed both a formidable mind and the drive to act.
She gathered evidence piece by piece until she finally confirmed her theory beyond doubt.
Wizards were gods. The so-called gods were merely exceptionally powerful wizards from ancient times.
Then,