Thinking creatures are complex, merfolk are complex, werewolves are complex, vampires are complex, house elves are not without twists and turns, and wizards are of course complex.

The greatest duelist in the history of magic, the embodiment of courage, the savior of the fallen world, the guide of light, the sword and shield of Hogwarts - Godric Gryffindor is also complicated, but this is in the history of magic It didn't show up.

What does Gryffindor look like in Fred's heart? Jealous of evil, go forward bravely, riding a mighty and domineering lion, holding an extremely sharp sword in his hand, he can cut off all difficulties and protect all weak existences - the light always falls on him, because he always rushes to the last place Front.

He is justice, he is brave, for a long time Godric Gryffindor is the idol of Fred and George, to be precise, the idol of all Weasley children.

Fred's hand holding Godric's diary trembled a little, and something was shattered. It turned out that Godric was not perfect justice. It turned out that he would doubt himself and sometimes lack courage.

It's like suddenly telling a seven-year-old child on Christmas Eve that there is no Santa Claus in the world, or inadvertently reminding you that the TV star who turns out to be charming with every frown will also have three urgencies.

\'...I was cursed, in a duel, but I won the duel, I defeated the wizard, his wand fell on the ground, and the man was lying on the ground, he lost, everyone Think so—except him. \'

\'Blood Curse, I fell under the Blood Curse, and the wizard who cast the curse cursed me with his soul... I know what the Blood Curse is, but when Rowena said the result, my face still showed Confused expression, I didn't do anything harmful, did I have any hatred between that wizard and me—or did I fall into some conspiracy again? \'

\'My confused expression made Rowena and the others think that I didn't know the power of the Blood Curse...Since Rowena and the others thought I didn't know, then I had no choice but to not know, otherwise what else could I do? temper? Shouting and telling friends who care about you to go away? I can't do it, it's obviously worse to make a friend sad than death, if only that fellow Salazar could show mercy for my damned sake. \'

\'I was ridiculed by Salazar again today... Ah, I suddenly felt sick at this time, and I started to feel at ease with his ridicule, probably because Rowena and Helga knew that I was under the blood curse Afterwards, my attitude towards me has more or less changed, only Salazar has not changed, there is no such cautiousness, and it will not make me feel as if I will die in the next second—I went to practice swords again today. \'

\'Rowena finally came back after leaving the castle for a month. She said that she had found a way to clear the blood curse, and there was more than one. As expected of Rowena, she always thought of a backup plan before doing things. \'

\'... find an elderly vampire to replace the blood in my body? Very creative, but it's hard for us to find qualified vampires who are willing to help, well, the problem is with me, if I didn't love duels so much before, there may be old vampires willing to help... thankfully there are still back up plan-\'

The diary was gone at this point, and Fred turned a few pages back, all of which were blank.

So what's the backup plan? Fred looked dazed, he was still immersed in Godric's fate just now, these stories he had never seen in any book on the history of magic.

"It's really not a good habit to casually read other people's diaries," a deep voice sounded behind Fred, who was so frightened that he threw the diary out of his hand subconsciously.

"Crack," a hand appeared out of nowhere to catch the diary, and then the owner of the hand slowly revealed himself. It was a very mighty man with wild red hair and a thick beard that had not been trimmed. Seeming to merge with his hair, his deep green eyes stared at Fred, his thick eyebrows raised and lowered.

Fred took a step back and opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

"However, children of your age like to play tricks, and I have no right to blame others," the mighty man smiled, "I forgive you, child."

"G... Gryffindor?!" Fred's jaw was about to drop. The old dean in front of him couldn't be said to be a bit similar to the portrait in the lounge, but he could only be said to be exactly the same.

"You should call me Professor Gryffindor. If you Professor Slytherin are still here, you should be whipped—but according to your memory, there should be no whipping now?" Gryffindor stroked his beard He looked very happy, "Alright, that thing should have been abolished long ago."

"Professor Gryffindor!" Fred shouted excitedly, and then he didn't say anything nutritious for a long time, as if he just wanted to express his feelings, "I, you, I am Gryffindor College of!"

"Of course you are from Gryffindor College!" Gryffindor nodded, "And you must be full of courage, otherwise you would not be able to find this place, how should I put it, congratulations, congratulations, you found me chamber of secrets."

"Your Chamber of Secrets!?" Fred's head buzzed. He just wanted to avoid the exam, but found Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets instead.

"You all call this the Chamber of Secrets. For me, it may be more appropriate to call it a private space to avoid social interaction, haha, although no one wants to socialize with me now," said the necklace on Gryffindor's chest faintly. It glows red.

"Professor Gryffindor! Are you still alive?" Fred asked an impolite question with a fever in his head.

"Hahahaha, of course not," Gryffindor laughed, his voice resounded through the passage, echoing continuously, "How could ordinary people live so long? What you see now is just my ghost — but as luck would have it for you, I must stay with the squid, and you wouldn't see me if it didn't happen to be sleeping here."

Fred stared at the giant squid with wide eyes, making Gryffindor more and more happy to watch.

"Don't look for the baby, you can't see it now - because you are in its belly now."

Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets is in the belly of the giant squid. Fred realized that it was really unpredictable, "Then how can I go back? My friend must be in a hurry..." Fred thought of George and Anna must be looking for herself.

"Is the friend you're talking about your twin brother George, and a girl named Anna?" Gryffindor let the candle next to him fly in front of him, and through the jumping flames, Fred could see the blur inside. Two blurred figures.

"Anna passed through the illusion very quickly. She even came out after staying in it for no more than three minutes. Her mind was extremely firm." Gryffindor paused, "But your brother George is still trapped in the illusion. , he seems to have encountered some difficult problem."

"Or it's difficult to control your emotions."

Fred saw that Anna, who was awake, was shaking George vigorously, but George still looked blank-eyed, looking like he had been under the Imperius Curse.

"Can you save him, Professor Gryffindor?" Fred spoke quickly.

"I'm just a ghost, and there are many things that I can't do anything about." Gryffindor stroked his beard, and he stared at Fred blankly, "But you can-of course, you can also choose to wait for him Get out of trouble, and stay in the meantime to receive my precious treasure... eh?"

Before Gryffindor finished speaking, Fred couldn't help but walked in the direction he came from. When he heard Gryffindor's surprised voice, he looked back with a smile, "Gryffindor Professor Duo, there is no treasure more precious than friendship."

Gryffindor froze for a second, then laughed out loud, a laugh that could be heard by a deaf man fifty miles away, "Yes, there is no treasure more precious than friendship—"

"Compared to friendship, the value of a pile of Galleons that are brighter than the sun is almost equal to dung~lightnovelpub.net~ Countless alchemy items can only be regarded as rubbish, ah, and what I got from the Duelist Winning all kinds of magic books, compared to friendship, it can only be a cloth to wipe your feet."

Fred staggered, maybe he regretted it, or maybe he didn't, and walked firmly towards the exit.

"It seems that you have made up your mind," Gryffindor said, before disappearing into thin air.

In the next second, his ghost appeared beside Fred, and he reached out and tapped Fred's heart lightly.

"Dang dong," Fred could hear his heartbeat being amplified at that moment, and then calmed down again. Fred even thought he had heard it wrong.

Gryffindor, who reappeared this time, looked very serious, and there seemed to be a lion looming behind him.

Fred was about to ask Gryffindor what happened, but Gryffindor spoke first: "Loyalty to the glorious justice, loyalty to a good heart, is the light of courage that shines on the world, and is never The extinguished flames of rebellion..."

"When you stand in front of your friends, and you are determined to protect what you cherish with all your might, then at this time, you will become a shield that protects everything."

A golden pocket lion leaps nimbly onto Fred's left arm, then disappears to be replaced by an abstract tattoo of a lion's head that slowly emerges on Fred's forearm.

Fred stared at the tattoo for a long time, and didn't even notice when Gryffindor left. Of course he was happy in his heart, no matter how unresponsive he was, he knew that he seemed to have gotten something good...

But finally, he sighed—

"If my mum saw the tattoo, I'd probably be slapped in the Thames."