Hadrian Slytherin and the Pagan Gods c2

Chapter 2

First to arrive at the site of this destruction were a pair of wizards. One is dressed in extremely flashy purple robes with stars moving inside of them.

This man looked like he was in his late seventies with a long white beard.

While the other man next to the old one looked like a villain, dressed in green robes with a cloak billowing behind him, which was magically done on purpose.

Unlike the old man who had a grandfatherly aura, this one had an eternal frown on his face. With his smooth almost greasy looking hair he looked like a villain from an 80's movie.

"The house is destroyed and the blood wards are completely gone." The old man said as he pulled out his wand, he waved it, casting multiple diagnostic spells.

"Dark magic is in the air, whoever did it is a powerful user of it, this place reeks of it." The black-haired man in green robes said with a deepening frown, he was waving his wand too, casting his diagnostic spells as well.

He completely ignored the part of the house being destroyed, or that people are dead. He was only here because the old man told him to come with him.

"Do you think it's his handiwork?" The old wizard asked with a frown, it's far too soon for his return, not to mention there are no signs of it!

"No, he is far too weak to pull any of this and as far as I know none of the followers found him in any sort of form." The black-haired man said smoothly to the purple robes dressed man.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

Soon enough, a middle-aged man accompanied by a woman with red hair, and a dark-skinned man appeared not far from Old man.

They were the law enforcement, the police of magical society.

"'Chief Warlock explain yourself what is going on here? You two send these muggles back to their houses." The middle-aged man ordered his subordinates before focusing on the old wizard.

"I am afraid we have a situation here Lord Crouch, it seems Harry's house has been attacked."

Dumbledore solemnly said to the Head of Law Enforcement.

The man's whole figure stiffed as he looked at the old wizard as if he is bonkers.

"Are you telling me this...this was the house of Savior of Magical world!?"

The Chief Warlock slowly nodded

Lord Crouch Senior gulped down nervously, this… This is big!

"W-Why was he here? Why in such… muggle place? What about security!? Dumbledore! This is big! Do you realise what is going to happen if the public is going to learn of this incident!?" The middle-aged man said with a fearful look.

"I am well aware…"

~~~~~~Somewhere In Wales~~~~~~

With crack Salazar and Mixy appeared in apparition point in Potter Ancestral house.

The boy slightly walked before leaning against the wall.

"Damn… this body is utterly trash… barely 7 seconds, and aftereffects kick in? What is this nonsense? Even kids in my time could hold this state for 30 seconds!" The ancient battlemage mumbled to himself, the augmented state is a powerful piece of magic.

As with any strong magic, it has negative aftereffects, which usually is tiredness, sickness, stomach ache, hunger…

Since in a sense you use excess calories and go beyond human limits, still there is a limit to how much magic can substitute for calories and pure stamina. But, as saying goes the more magic you have the better.

In this case, it's the same, in his adult body he long ago overcame the side effects with physical training, he was not a training nut like Godric but he was not far from him in sheer versatility, not that it helped him in the last battle…

"Master Harry are you ok?" Concern house-elf asked him.

"Yes, just tired, can you show me where is the bedroom? and then can you bring me a full course meal and a nutrition potion?" Salazar pushed himself from the wall and asked the house elf.

"Of course! Please follow Mixy!" The elf started to walk, the little elf was quite quick for such a small creature. The ancient battlemage had a hard time catching up with her!

The place was smaller than Salazar has expected, it was the size of Roman Manse he remember visiting in Rome.

It was...pathetic for Most Ancient And Most Noble House with close to a thousand years of history to live in a mere mansion like this.

The defences of such place were only wards, no walls, no magical pets like gryphons, basilisks or dragons… this place reminded him of the summer house he used to have in Greece, he only bought that place for the sake of studying the ancient magical sites around that area.

Even that place had better defences than this.

'They truly want their family line to end, in a way they nearly did…'

'The way they are so casual reminds me of Godric…'

That moment a memory surfaced in his mind, his body turned stiff.

'By the magic! This body IS direct Godric's descended!'

"Hahaha! What irony!" Salazar laughed for a second loudly enough to confuse the house elf.

"Master Harry are you truly okay?" Mixy asked with more concern.

"I am fine Mixy is this the bedroom?" He shrugged the concern off and asked the house-elf about the doors in front of them.

"Yes! Yes, it is!" The house-elf quickly nodded several times.

"Good, then go and prepare the meal I asked off and the potion."

Mixy quickly nodded her head and then popped out of.

The Founder of House Slytherin opened the doors and entered the room, it was Lord's bedroom.

He quickly walked to the bed and dropped into it.

For few minutes he just rested, before changing his position into a lotus sitting one, he then started to use Occlumency breathing exercise.

Before long he entered his mind and saw the mess inside of it.

'This is worse than I expected.'

He floated in his mind seeing memories upon memories, which were not his to begin with.

The place was like a void with actual clouds which were the memories...

Before long he realised that he has THREE extra personalities inside of him!

The only reason his personality was dominant is that because he is the caster of the spell which created this.

'This… is going to take some time…'

With a sigh, he created the first bookshelf it was time to turn memories into books for easier sorting.

The first obvious one was his life, which he quickly sorted into the bookshelf, he felt a connection to those clouds which he quickly pulled in and turned into books.

His original life to sort was the easiest as it was his to begin with.

Then he started with the shortest one, that's where he was hit a roadblock…

The boy's clouds were far too vague, to begin with, as the rest of the clouds were simply far too many.

'Right...So, let's do this then this way.'

Salazar then created another three sets of bookshelves.

From there he started to sort these memories…

The one standing out for him the most were the so-called Dark Lord, which terrorised Magical Britain.

Salazar was baffled by this since this Dark Lord claimed to be his Heir, which was not so.

Why? Because this Dark Lord was descended of his daughter which he married off.

This meant that his son's line ended up squibbing out, which he finds quite baffling, losing magic is something only amateur would do.

He continued to dig on information about his Slytherin line but he only came out short, Tom's studies on that came out quite dry.

Slytherin line lost its magic in the 17 century, that was over 400 years ago.

Salazar was quite pissed, learning the reason why they turned into squibs!

'This is stupidity beyond anything I have ever seen! Where they obviated at some point?'

He continued to learn about Tom and his time in Hogwarts he was continued to be disgusted by what he saw.

Not only that but these bastards and filthy muggles continued to run their mouths telling them that it's HIS ideology they are following.

That it's HIS idea about pureblood nonsense.

Does he need to educate them about inbreeding? Does he need to bring these idiots into farmlands and show to them first-hand what happens when animals fuck each other?

This was a complete and utter disaster, he can't believe his house which strived for apex magic for ambition to achieve something beyond any Magic kind could do into this perverted version of nobility!?

Salazar only looked at four years of Tom's memories in Hogwarts before he left his mind and scream out from frustration.

He was pissed beyond reason, and he will have his revenge for this!

Yes…

First, he will start with his House in Hogwarts then he will find out who started this nonsense pure blood dogma without proper rituals in place!

Yes, incest is nothing new in magic society, but they had countermeasures in place!

This however was different! It was what perverted muggles do!

Once he finds who creates this nonsense he will resurrect this stupid filthy muggle and kill him or her over and over again, until his or her soul will cease to exist!

For tarnishing Slytherin house like this there are no compromises!

After finishing throwing his fit, which was quite short as his body was far too tired for anything excessive.

Thankfully few minutes later Mixy came over and handed over his food.

Salazar quickly started to dig in, he quickly found that the food was exquisite, at least something is good about the future he ended up in!

After finishing his food he drunk the nutrient potion and decided to call it a day.

~~~~~~Next Morning~~~~~~

The next morning Salazar woke up quite early, his body is trained to wake up early, and he does that too since a young age as he used to train alot to be a powerful Battlemage.

So, after breakfast another dose of potions, he went to find a place to train.

He frowned once again seeing that this mansion has no place dedicated for training only some silly wizard duelling ring…

'Oh magic saves us! They took Merlin's idea to this degree!?' Salazar grimaces seeing the area dedicated for silly wand duels…

Instead of having explosive and land changing battles, they do this now?

Charm magic is extremely weak… as it only needs to be overpowered with raw magic to disrupt it.

Even the original wand creator Merlin used charms for temporary enchantments, yet these idiots took it to next level…

How did Magical Britain became like this is beyond his understanding!

So he quickly disassembled the duelling ring and used some basic transfiguration with a wand he found in
Lord's Solar.

He transfigured it into some basic training gear.

For now, he can only train his stamina, and that is what he did most of the morning.

By the end of it, his body was feeling that burn.

Salazar then drank another nutrition potion after dinner.

Then he inspected the wards of his house, he found out that his casual hunch from before was correct, there is only wards guarding Potter Ancestral House.

"Ancestral my ass… it's barely 200 years old!" He snorted for a second after realising how old this place was.

His eyes then wandered on the book of names.

The enchanted book which is bound to the wards of the house.

He opened it and saw the names of people who can apparate into this house.

"That's quite a bit of names, as expected of Godric's descendants, silly mundane stuff before magic, no wonder your house was second to disappear, after Rowena's…" Salazar shook his head for a second remembering fellow ravenhaired founder.

For a second nostalgia washed over him, he then removed every single name from the book exempt his body one.

"I do need to fix my name! I can't continue to call myself by such a muggle name!" He said to himself as he saw his name on the book.