early morning.

Ancient mountains echoed, and thick dark jungles were filled with mist, making Mount Greylock look like a hidden fantasy in fairyland.

The towering and ancient marble castle appears and disappears in the thick fog, like a vague mirage.

Unlike the past, Ilvermorny was exceptionally quiet today. Although it was not a day off, all classes had been stopped. Students wearing blue or raspberry-red wizard robes gathered on the hollow terrace of the circular hall, looking worried but not daring to say a word.

They all looked outside and saw the deans of the four colleges and the old principal standing outside the castle. In addition to these people, there was also an old goblin surrounding them.

Their faces showed anger and surprise.

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

"Someone stole it!" The goblin clenched his fists tightly, and flames of anger 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. He is a friend of Isolt Sayer and the goblin himself, one of the four symbols of the school! He witnessed Ilvermorny's transformation from a small granite hut to the huge castle it is today, witnessed the departure of his friend, and also witnessed the snakewood wand buried underground and growing 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 and said. He had a special identity, being the descendant of one of the twelve legendary Aurors, Roseddard Fontana.

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

But even he couldn't shake the ancient snake tree.

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. Over the past 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, it is also the snakewood that sends them off for the last time.

For countless days and nights, the snake tree used its lush branches and leaves to heal the students' injuries, but now, it has disappeared, leaving only a deep hole on the ground.

It goes without saying that if they cannot get the snake wood back, they will be under tremendous pressure. They may even be written into the history of Ilvermorny and become eternal sinners.

But they really had no idea.

At this moment, William spoke.

"It's not indestructible." 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 is a truth that has not been written into history. Isolt Sayer, one of the founders of Ilvermorny, is a descendant of the famous dark wizard Slytherin. Her mother's surname was Gaunt!

And that snakewood wand was exactly what Isolt stole from her aunt.

That is something that belongs to Slytherin, and only the descendants of Slytherin have the ability to exert its true power.

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

"If that's the case, then he's just taking what belongs to him," said Agilbert.

At the same time, he took out the magic wand, pointed it downward into the air, and applied a little force. Faint golden ripples immediately spread out from the tip of the magic wand to the surroundings, and an illusory tree appeared where the snake tree was missing.

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

The several deans who were gathered together took a step back and watched the silent simple painting playing out before their eyes.

It was a bright moonlit night, and they could see clearly that a young and handsome wizard calmly set foot on the road leading to the top of the mountain. He walked up the stairs one step at a time, as if he was ascending his own throne!

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

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

In the past three hundred years, Isolt's bloodline no longer existed 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.

There was a red-gold light flashing in the young wizard's eyes. He looked majestic and solemn. Beside him, a giant snake of unknown species swam behind him like a subject.

He came to the front of the snake wood and opened his mouth to say something. They couldn't hear it, but they could see that the snake wood shrank under the power of the spell and took the initiative to return to the other side.

It was as if after 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 who have this talent, but without exception, they are all dark wizards. The most famous people are naturally Slytherin, Hercule and Voldemort.

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

Butt did know Cyrus.

In the past year, the British wizarding world was in a state of chaos. Boot also knew a little about it and knew that the man who took the snakewood last night was named Cyrus. The newspapers in the UK said that he opened the Chamber of Secrets at 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 true, what should they do? The snake tree has stood at the gate of Ilvermorny for more than three hundred years. It has long been a part of Ilvermorny and a symbol of Ilvermorny. Without this special snake tree, would 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 Serpent Academy was 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 trace 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, like the scorching sun burning the ugly darkness in their hearts. The dark-skinned woman was suddenly hit hard, took two steps back, and felt dizzy. She seemed to be standing next to a cliff, shaky!

The others also broke out in cold sweat, frightened by Cyrus' gaze.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

Bute quickly cast a spell and defeated the golden phantom.

Only after the phantom disappeared did Fontana and several other wizards breathe a sigh of relief.

But even so, the look of a phantom had such a terrifying power, as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, making it difficult for them to breathe. It was hard to imagine what the scene would be like if the other party really appeared in front of them.

von Natta 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 what Butt said next made Fontana's worries come true.

The old wizard's mouth was slightly open, his lips and teeth were trembling, the hand holding the magic wand was shaking, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down the wrinkles like ravines. He seemed to be trapped in endless fear! He said hoarsely: "It's too late, he's coming..."

At that second, it seemed as if even the air was frozen.

The minds of the several deans were blank, and they didn't understand who the "he" that Butt was talking about was. Or rather, they had already figured it out, but they just didn't dare to admit it.

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

Bute did not answer their questions. His face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He walked quickly into the castle.

The next moment, heavy thunderclouds came from the distant horizon, blocking Ilvermorny from all sides like an army besieging a city!

“Boom!”

Before Butt could even walk back to the castle, thunder and lightning had already fallen! Huge golden wings covered the entire mountaintop. In the dark clouds, a huge thunderbird fell, and its 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.

Butt's steps paused, and his breathing almost stopped.

"Cyrus?!"

No one dared to act rashly, not even the headmaster of Ilvermorny, who inherited Isolt's mantle and whose ancestor was one of Isolt's two adopted sons.

"Pleased to meet you, sir." Cyrus said politely.

But he raised his chin arrogantly, his red-gold eyes flashing, and no one dared to look at him.

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 not look directly into the eyes of the gods! "This saves the trouble 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 magic wand.

"I guess you guys don't mind me taking something that's rightfully mine?"

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

In fact, he never left after taking the snakewood wand. He was just waiting to show up now to give them a warning.

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

Of course, it is not impossible for him to directly become the headmaster of Ilvermorny like he did before, but it is no longer necessary now. He does not need to disguise himself, and 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, and it was obvious that she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak because of Cyrus's power.

The atmosphere at the scene was even heavier than the black thunderclouds, and the air was as sticky as if it was covered in blood.

Thousands of little wizards hid in the castle. They felt an unusual heaviness in their chests, as if they were poor creatures stuck in the mud and about to be swallowed up. Even breathing was a luxury!

No one dared to speak, they just looked at Cyrus' 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 principal, Bute still spoke.

He took a small, trembling step forward, like a courtier attending an audience.

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

Cyrus raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He was not surprised at all that Booth would say this. Facing an invincible force like a natural disaster, what else could the other party say? If Cyrus wanted to harm the students in the school today, then as the principal, he would naturally sacrifice himself rather than let Cyrus succeed. However, just for an ancient tree, Booth did not think it was a wise thing to conflict with Cyrus.

He himself was considered a top wizard, otherwise he would not have been sitting in the principal's seat, but when facing Cyrus, he always felt like he was facing a raging ocean!

Perhaps only Dumbledore could rival him? Boot couldn't help thinking.

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

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 a bad idea for me, who also has Slytherin blood, to take over as the headmaster of Ilvermorny, right?"

These words exploded in the ears of everyone present like thunder splitting the sky!

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

At this moment, not to mention the professors, even the students in the castle felt extremely humiliated, and they wanted to rush out with their wands to compete with Cyrus! "This is impossible!" The black witch stared with her cow-like eyes and screamed with gritted teeth!

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

Only Bute remained calm.

He looked at Cyrus's overly young face, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to become the headmaster of Ilvermorny, you must not only be recognized, but more importantly, the castle itself must recognize you!"

"Really?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows slightly, and then, in everyone's incredulous gaze, he raised the wand in his hand high!

The next moment——

Suddenly, a loud roar of a wild beast was heard in the castle's circular hall, and a leopard cat sculpture that was more majestic than a lion jumped out of the castle first!

Next came the thunderbird, flapping its wings and flying with arrows! Finally, the 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 glory bows down to Cyrus! (End of this chapter)