Chapter 186 I Want Glory to Bow Down to Me!

Early morning.

The ancient mountains echoed, and the dense dark jungle was filled with mist, making Mount Greylock look like a hidden illusion in the fairyland.

The towering and ancient marble castle appeared and disappeared in the thick fog, like a misty mirage.

Unlike the past, Ilvermorny was particularly quiet today. It was not a day off, but all classes were stopped. Students wearing blue or raspberry wizard robes gathered on the hollow terrace of the circular hall, looking worried, but dared not say a word.

They looked out in unison, and saw that the deans and old principals of the four colleges were standing outside the castle. In addition to these people, there was also an old goblin who surrounded them.

Their faces were angry and surprised.

It was not because of anything else, but because the ancient snake wood that had stood outside the Ilvermorny Castle for three hundred years disappeared overnight!

"Someone stole it!" The goblin clenched his fists tightly, and angry flames flashed in his eyes.

Goblins are strange magical animals that look a bit like standing hedgehogs and are about the same size as goblins. For three hundred years, many goblins have lived in Ilvermorny like house elves, providing services to teachers and students in the school.

But this one is different.

- His name is William, and he is the founder of the school. A friend of Isolt Sayer, and also the goblin himself, one of the four symbols of the college!

He witnessed Ilvermorny from a small granite hut to the huge castle it is today, witnessed the departure of his friends, and also witnessed that the snakewood wand was buried underground and grew into a towering tree within a year.

But now, the relics left by Isolt have disappeared.

"I remember that the tree could not be destroyed or taken away." Agilbert Fontana frowned. He has a special identity, and is the descendant of the twelve legendary Aurors, Roseddard Fontana.

Agilbert did not bring shame to his ancestors. He is very strong and is the best candidate for the next headmaster.

But even he could not shake the ancient snakewood.

He could imagine how much of a stir it would cause throughout North America once the news of the disappearance of the snakewood spread!

You know, Ilvermorny's enrollment is open to the whole of North America. For three hundred years, countless young wizards have come here. Before entering the castle, the first thing they see is the ancient snakewood. After leaving the castle, the snakewood also sends them off for the last time.

For countless days and nights, the snakewood has healed the students' injuries with its verdant branches and leaves, but now, it has disappeared, leaving only a deep pit on the ground.

It's easy to imagine how much pressure they will bear if they can't find the snakewood back, and they may even be written into the history of Ilvermorny and become eternal sinners.

But they really have no clue.

At this time, William spoke.

"It's not that it can't be damaged." The old goblin seemed to remember something, and the anger on his face surprisingly subsided.

"What?" The current principal Bute widened his eyes.

Then, a hoarse word came out of the old goblin's mouth:

"Parseltongue!"

That was a truth that was not written into history. One of the founders of Ilvermorny, Isolt Sayer, was a descendant of the famous dark wizard Slytherin. Her mother's surname was Gaunt!

And the snakewood wand was stolen by Isolt from her aunt.

That was something that belonged to Slytherin, and only the descendants of Slytherin had the ability to exert its true power.

"Only someone with Parseltongue can completely revive the wand." William lowered his eyebrows and pondered, "And it must be the heir of Slytherin!"

"If that's the case, then he just took away something that belonged to him." Agilbert said.

At the same time, he took out the wand, pointed it downward in the void, and applied a little force. A faint golden ripple immediately spread from the tip of the wand to the surroundings, and an illusory tree appeared where the snakewood was missing.

This was the scene last night. The person who took the snakewood didn't even think about hiding.

The several deans gathered together took a step back and watched the silent painting quietly before their eyes.

It was a bright moonlit night, and they saw clearly that a young and handsome wizard calmly stepped onto the road to the top of the mountain. His footsteps went up the stairs one by one, as if he was ascending his own throne!

William was stunned. He saw the traces of Isolt on Cyrus's face, and his old eyes were filled with hot tears.

At this moment, the anger in his heart had long been calmed by tears.

In the past three hundred years, Isolt's bloodline had long ceased to exist in this world. Now seeing a wizard who was also a descendant of Slytherin, William felt as if time had finally reversed and returned to the moment when he first met Isolt.

The young wizard's eyes flashed with red-gold light. He was majestic and solemn. Beside him, a large snake of unknown species swam behind him like a minister.

He came to the snake wood like this, opened his mouth and seemed to say a spell. They couldn't hear it, but they could see the snakewood shrinking under the power of the spell and returning to the other party on its own initiative.

It was as if after several centuries of separation, it finally met the person it was destined to be waiting for.

"It's Parseltongue!" Gilbert's pupils shrank slightly, and his face was full of shock.

Even in the United States, Parseltongue is a notorious ability. There are very few wizards with this talent, but without exception, they are all dark wizards. The most famous people are naturally Slytherin, Herpo and Voldemort.

"It seems that it was indeed the descendants of Slytherin who took the snakewood." Boot said in a deep voice, "I know him--"

Butter did know Cyrus.

In the past year, the British wizarding world can be said to be in chaos. Boot also knew a little about it. He knew that the person who took the snakewood last night was named Cyrus. The newspapers in the UK said that he opened the Chamber of Secrets of Hogwarts and was the successor of Slytherin.

"So, he really just took what belonged to him?" The dean of Thunderbird Academy looked embarrassed.

If this is really the case, then what should they do?

The snakewood has been standing at the door of Ilvermorny for more than three hundred years. It has long become a part of Ilvermorny and a symbol of Ilvermorny. If there is no special snakewood, will Ilvermorny still be Ilvermorny?

"Even if he is a descendant of Slytherin, he must not be allowed to take the snakewood away!" The dean of the Horned Water Snake Academy is a dark-skinned witch. She had no intention of giving in to the snakewood.

However, at the same time she said this, the phantom of Cyrus in the human footprint spell suddenly looked at her!

His red-gold eyes were like the bright red sun, captivating!

He seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and looked directly into the hearts of everyone present, as if the scorching sun was burning the ugly darkness in their hearts. The black-skinned woman was hit hard and took two steps back. Her head was dizzy, and the whole person was like standing next to a cliff, shaky!

The rest of the people also had cold sweats on their backs, and were shocked by Cyrus's eyes.

"Stop the spell!"

Butt quickly cast a spell and defeated the golden phantom.

After the phantom disappeared, Fontana and several other wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

"He left that shadow on purpose." Fontana said in a deep voice.

But even so, just a phantom's eyes have such terrible power, as if a mountain is pressing on their shoulders and making them breathless. It is hard to imagine what kind of scene it would be if the other party really appeared in front of them.

Fontana even suspected that if Cyrus really appeared in front of him, he might not be able to help but kneel down and worship the king-like figure!

But then, Butt's words made Fontana's worries become a reality.

The old wizard's mouth was slightly open, his lips and teeth were trembling, and the hand holding the magic wand was shaking. The sweat on his forehead flowed down the wrinkles like gullies. He seemed to be in endless fear!

He spoke hoarsely:

"It's too late, he's here..."

In that second, it seemed that even the air was frozen.

The brains of several deans were blank, and for a moment they didn't understand who the "he" that Butt said was. Or rather, they had thought of it, but they didn't dare to admit it.

"We have to get all the students back to the castle!"

Butter did not answer their questions. His face was pale and he was shaking all over. He walked quickly towards the inside of the castle.

The next moment, heavy thunderclouds came from the distant horizon, blocking all directions of Ilvermorny like a siege army!

"Boom!"

Before Butt even walked back to the castle, thunder and lightning had already fallen suddenly!

The huge golden wings covered the entire mountaintop. In the dark clouds, the huge thunderbird fell. The golden wings turned into something as light as clouds and mist, like a huge rain of flowers. Under the gaze of Butt and thousands of Ilvermorny students, the thunderbird turned into a tall and handsome man.

Butter's footsteps paused, and his breathing almost stopped.

"Cyrus?!"

No one dared to act rashly, even the Ilvermorny principal who inherited Isolt's mantle. His ancestor was once one of Isolt's two adopted sons.

"I'm glad you know me, sir." Cyrus said politely.

But he raised his chin arrogantly, his red-gold eyes flickered, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

But surprisingly, no one felt that there was anything wrong, as if he was born to speak like this, as if they were born to lower their heads and could not look directly into the eyes of the gods!

"This saves the effort of introducing myself." Cyrus continued, and at the same time, he turned his palm up, with his palm facing the sky, and a small dark green snake emerged from his sleeve and slowly turned into a wand.

"I think you don't mind me taking something that should belong to me?"

Cyrus looked at them playfully. He looked like he was asking a question, but in fact it was more like a threat.

In fact, he didn't leave after taking the snakewood wand. He was just waiting to appear now to give them a little power.

The snakewood wand was only one of Cyrus's goals from beginning to end, and Ilvermorny was also what he wanted!

Of course, it is not impossible to become the principal of Ilvermorny directly like he did before, but now it is no longer necessary. He doesn't need to disguise himself. The world should see his true face!

The dark-skinned witch took a deep breath when she heard this. Cyrus could see her broad nostrils flaring. She obviously wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak because of Cyrus's power.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavier than the black thunderclouds, and the air was as sticky as if it was stained with blood.

Thousands of young wizards hid in the castle. They felt their chests were unusually heavy, as if they were poor creatures trapped in the mud and about to be swallowed up. Even breathing was a luxury!

No one dared to speak, but just looked at Cyrus's back from a distance.

As for the wizards standing in front of Cyrus, they directly felt the magic power that was almost condensed into substance!

"Sir--"

As the headmaster, Butt still spoke.

He took a small step forward tremblingly, like a minister to see the emperor.

"Since the snakewood wand is Mr. Slytherin's legacy, it's naturally no problem for you to take back what belongs to you."

Cyrus raised his mouth slightly.

He was not surprised at all that Butt would say this. Facing an unmatched force like a natural disaster, what else can the other party say?

If Cyrus wanted to hurt the students in the school today, then as the headmaster, he would naturally sacrifice himself rather than let Cyrus succeed. However, just for an ancient tree, Butt didn't think it was a wise thing to conflict with Cyrus.

He himself was also a top wizard, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in the position of the headmaster, but facing Cyrus, he always felt like facing a turbulent sea!

Perhaps, only Dumbledore could match him, right?

Butt couldn't help thinking.

Now he just hoped that Cyrus could leave after taking the wand.

But his expectations were dashed.

Cyrus played with the wand in his hand, as if he remembered something, and said:

"Isolt Sayer, the founder of Ilvermorny, is also a descendant of Slytherin. In this case, it seems that it is not impossible for me, who also has Slytherin blood, to take over as the headmaster of Ilvermorny?"

This sentence exploded in the ears of everyone present like thunder splitting the sky!

No one could have imagined that Cyrus's goal was Ilvermorny!

At this moment, let alone the professors, even the students in the castle felt very humiliated and wanted to rush out with their wands to compete with Cyrus!

"This is impossible!" The black witch stared with eyes like a cow, gritting her teeth and roaring!

Fontana also drew out his wand, as if he was ready to fight Cyrus to the death at any time.

Only Butt was still calm.

He looked at Cyrus's face that was too young, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "To become the principal of Ilvermorny, it is not only necessary to be recognized, but more importantly, only the castle itself can recognize you!"

"Really?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows lightly, and then, in the eyes of everyone's disbelief, he raised the wand in his hand high!

The next moment-

The loud roar of a beast suddenly sounded in the circular hall of the castle, and the ocelot sculpture that was more majestic than a lion jumped out of the castle first!

Next came the thunderbird that flapped its wings and flew with arrows!

Finally, the long-horned water snake stood upright, with the gem on its forehead shining brighter than the stars in the sky!

It walked in front of Cyrus and lowered its noble head to Cyrus!

At this moment, all the glory bowed down to Cyrus!