With that, the short young man kicked away the black boa constrictor on the ground, turned around smartly, walked deep down the snake's belly passage, and showed his back to sizewell. The black snake swam behind its master.

Within a few minutes of contact, he had determined that the guy in front of him was a moody and dangerous man. With people like this, Xavier feels a lot of pressure.

He didn't believe that this man would treat himself well, and he didn't believe that he really wanted to invite himself to dinner, but he still followed the other side.

Because he didn't have a choice.

He is now in the belly of the giant snake. If the giant snake doesn't open his mouth, he hardly knows how to get out of here.

He followed the short young man, touched the owl trembling with fear on his shoulder, and whispered, "it's OK."

The owl murmured.

He rubbed his head against his hand.

By the silver light around the young man, sizewell could see that in the abdominal wall of the giant snake, every four or five meters away, there was a skeleton of the dead.

If you look all the way, you can't see the end at a glance. They are like some kind of unique collectibles, hanging on the inner wall of the snake's belly. From their posture, we can see the temporary struggle and abnormal distortion of those people.

There is no doubt that this mysterious short young man is the wizard in the Nightowl's mouth, and Xavier can also feel the similar breath from him. For that breath, he didn't like it very much, because there was too much cold in it, which made him not like a person, but like a snake walking upright.

Passing the corner of the passage, he even saw a man who had not yet become a skeleton stuck in the snake's belly.

He is not dead, eyes are still turning, but his body is deep in the mud, generally trapped in the belly of the snake, can not move. It's probably some hapless ghost like himself who got into the snake's belly by mistake and couldn't get out.

It's just that he has no luck of his own.

The short young man did not talk to the man as much as he did.

He stopped in front of the undead man, stretched out his finger and tapped on the snake's belly twice. Small and incomparable young snakes came out of the abdominal wall, like tendons, from every corner of the man's body.

There are countless small snakes swimming in the body of the unfortunate ghost who is deeply trapped in the snake wall. His eyes turn desperately, but he can't make any sound.

In the end, we can only die in despair.

The picture is terrible.

West Xavier watched the man die, helpless, and more alert to the short young man. What kind of guy could form such a terrible hobby.

Aware of the vigilant eyes of the young man, the short young man smiles: "the first free lesson, no matter which great wizard you ask, they will tell you that life and death are worthless, only the actions between life and death are valuable."

He said faintly: "people who don't realize this point are a pile of meat. Since it is a pile of meat, being eaten is their greatest value."

Sizewell shook his head. "Then why don't you just kill him?"

"Oh ~"

the short young man passed the skeleton on the snake wall with his fingertips, with a happy smile on his face:

"I personally like to watch the real side of people, strong, weak, arrogant, humble, these are what I like."

"Can you be real when you're dying?" West Xavier doesn't think so.

"Only when one is dying can one be real."

Said the short man.

Sizewell didn't reply. For the time being, he couldn't agree with the short young man's words.

They went all the way forward. Finally, the skeleton on the snake wall disappeared. They came to the most spacious place in the snake's belly.

The fire lit up sizewell's face.

It turns out that the giant snake has everything in its stomach, fire, crucible on fire, dining table, kitchen, bookshelf, wooden stairs, bed on wooden stairs, carpet, candle, fireplace, and even a pool for bathing.

He finally understood that this was not a snake at all, but the man's home. He lived in the belly of the snake. Just like he was locked in the tower by his father, eating, drinking and Lasa were all solved in the tower.

"Are you a wizard?"

Although Xavier himself had a positive answer in his mind, he still wanted to be confirmed by himself, because this was the first wizard he met in his life.

"Nonsense."

The young man in the green robe leaned relaxed on the mat. "Blind people can see it, can't they?"

He snapped his fingers and the ground shook again.

Even if he can't see it, sizeville knows that it should be the giant snake that started to swim, but now he's not stupid enough to think that the snake outside is a real snake. Of course, nature can't grow that giant creature. It's too exaggerated.

If there is no accident, it should be a snake shaped carriage, a snake shaped carriage made by a wizard.

Sure enough, the short young man said, "there are always a lot of guys out there who don't have eyes and want to fight with me, especially those guys from the Christian Church who want to kill all the witches with heretic slogans all day long. I didn't have time to work with them for a while, so I built this thing. Maybe I designed it a little big. There are always some strange people falling in, but you are the luckiest one. You become my guest. Ha ha ha ha ~When he finished laughing, sizewell asked him, "what's your name?"

"Salazar Slytherin."

Green robed youth relaxed asked: "how about you?"

"My name's West..." sizewell stopped.

"What is it?"

Slytherin asked him curiously.

I don't know why, it suddenly occurred to West Xavier that the night owl should not tell others his real name, so that he would be controlled by others.

"Sylby Spencer."

Xavier made a name of his own, and he decided to use it to communicate with outsiders in the future.

"Ha, I haven't heard of it."

Slytherin said frankly, "well, forget it, you don't look like a famous guy. Maybe if I kill you here, no one will revenge you."

He stretched himself to his feet, and the owl on sylby's shoulder shivered. But Slytherin didn't do anything to Silby. He came to the position of the kitchen, took down the prey from Silby's hands, and began to peel and clean skillfully.

Slytherin went to prepare the food. Silby stood up and looked at the magic snake belly hut more carefully.

The crucible was bubbling with unknown and thick green liquid. Silby didn't know what it was, but he thought it must be poisonous.

There was also a transparent square fish tank close to the abdominal wall. There were several snakes swimming in the bathtub. However, when Silby walked over, he found that it was not some snakes at all, but a strange looking seven headed snake, one of which even swallowed the other.

There was also a row of bookshelves. On the bookshelf, Silby saw a whole bookshelf of books. The books were thicker than each other and looked like manuscripts. On his back were scribbled "highly toxic substances", "detailed explanation of black magic", "a hundred powerful incantations", "a thousand kinds of wood and their magical properties", "Diary: dancing with snakes", "snake monster hands" There are several kinds of books on the shelf, one is related to magic, the other is related to snakes, and the other is related to women.

Silby is not very interested in women. He has been nursed by hundreds of maids since he was a child. The existence of his close female officials has made him completely lose his curiosity about women since he was 13 years old.

For snakes, he also instinctively does not like that kind of animal, like the peristaltic esophagus, let him feel dirty and dangerous.

But those magic books, Silby would like to sit down and read immediately. Especially the books of black magic and incantation with thick notes, which made his heart itch.

But he knew he couldn't, it was someone else's territory, and his habits still kept him prince's reserve.

"Why, are you interested in my book?"

Slytherin finished washing the prey and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I'm interested."

"That's all I haven't read," answered Silby honestly

"You can see it if you want."

Green robed youth said with a smile: "but first help me roast a meat."

He picked up the skinned prey and threw it to sizewell: "there's spices by the fire."

When Silby took the prey, he thought that he had been swallowed by a big snake, met a wizard in a green robe, and was asked to barbecue in the belly of the snake. If this had happened a day ago, he would have thought it incredible, but now, he could accept it calmly.

His inner thoughts were constantly emerging, but when he sat by the fire, he immediately focused on the barbecue, honey, sauce and salt. It's like there's only barbecue left in the world.

When he barbecued, Slytherin took an apple, sat on the carpet, ate the apple and looked at him with interest.

After thirty minutes of silence, the meat was ready.

Golden crisp, outside coke inside tender, dripping with Zizi fat oil, sweet smell filled in the belly of the snake, let people move their fingers.

"Not bad!"

Slytherin sat across the fire in admiration. He looked at the roasted rabbit and said, "it seems that you are very experienced. Isn't it the first time to bake it?"

"Yes."

Sylby said faintly.

As a matter of fact, this is his first barbecue. As a prince, he has been clothed and eating since childhood. But it's strange that as long as Silby is willing to do one thing, he will do it well anyway. This is his talent. However, he would not tell others such things. Professor Hugo told him very early that modesty is the most basic virtue, especially in front of strangers. We should show weakness and be modest.

Sure enough, Slytherin showed a sudden look: "no wonder, the family is a cook?"

"Yes."Sylby replied quietly, and it was easier to follow than to explain again. He tore off a steaming rabbit leg and handed it to Slytherin.

"Good, good."

Slytherin was very satisfied. He found a cushion, took the rabbit leg from the other side, and sat on the cushion to enjoy the delicious food.

After sharing the food, the relationship between them should be eased, but Silby could not relax his vigilance, because he felt that in the green eyes of the guy opposite, there was always a certain greed - what did he want from himself?

Sylby: are you from Aragon, too

"I'm not. I'm from England." Replied Slytherin.

"That's quite a long way."

Silby was slightly surprised. England was far away from Hugo's hometown: "what are you doing here?"

"Ha ha ha," said Slytherin, shaking his head. "Don't just ask me, why do children like you appear in this wilderness? You know, this kind of black forest is very dangerous. You're lucky to meet me. If you meet a werewolf or a vampire, they won't reason with you. "

"I'm looking for Pandora," Silby said, feeding the owl a piece of rabbit meat

The short young man chewed a meal in his mouth. Then he straightened up and said in a slight surprise, "have you also received the invitation?"

"What invitation?"

"The red invitation from Queen Pandora, of course." The short young man said with a smile, but his eyes were dignified unconsciously.

"I don't know."

"I haven't received any invitation, but I want to know what a wizard is all about. I want to find my own kind," he said

"The original goal is to seek knowledge, no wonder."

Slytherin seemed relieved. He sat down cross legged again: "that Pandora is really a good place. There is the largest magic Library in the Holy Roman Empire. There are a lot of wizards who want to study. At least it's more prosperous than England. "

"And you?"

"Where are you going?" sylby asked Slytherin

Slytherin gulped down the rabbit bone and licked his lips. "Well, it's OK to tell you. I'm going to Pandora, but I'm on the same way with you."

"Are you going to take me there, or are you going to kill me after dinner?" Said Silby calmly, the owl on his shoulder shivering.

The seemingly peaceful and mild atmosphere is directly broken. Silby puts their fragile and vulnerable relationship on the table, which is the law of the cold jungle. For this, he is tight and sits upright by the fire.

Salazar Slytherin stopped biting the rabbit meat. He slowly raised his eyes from the food, and his green eyes were shining inexplicably.

They looked at each other for a full minute.

All of a sudden, both of them couldn't hold their breath. Sylby gave a little smile, and Slytherin burst out laughing, "ha ha, silly boy. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. "

After a pause, he said with a smile, "but I'm short of a servant."

"Servant!"

"That's right," said Slytherin. "A loyal servant who does my laundry, cooks my meals, does my chores, and gives me the peace of mind to study magic."