Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 236: The Dark Lord and the Naga Ring (VIII)

Serpentis College.

Led by the old craftsman Satis, the students of the Deer Academy walked slowly in the courtyard of Serpentis Academy which looked like an ancient forest. Everything around them seemed mysterious and solemn.

Satis led the students along the bluestone-paved tree-lined path, and the students of the Deer Academy looked around.

The old craftsman stopped in front of an archway carved with a giant snake totem and began to introduce the building in front of him:
"This is the territory of the Giant Snake Faction."

He pointed at the giant snake symbol coiled on the building, his eyes steady but revealing a different look.

"Most of the students of the Serpent Sect come from pure-blood wizard families of Auror families, especially wizard families like the Kay Russell family."

Satis explained in a low voice:

“For them, family heritage is the most important thing, and the purity of bloodline is a symbol of wizard talent.

The students of the Giant Serpent Sect are proud of the family power behind them. After all, they are often considered to be the elites who will rule the Naga Ring in the future. "

There was a hint of sadness in Satis' voice, and the students' attention was drawn to him.

The old craftsman then added:
"The symbol of the Giant Serpent School is a coiled giant snake. Most of the students here are good at Transfiguration and Snake Summoning. Not only can they control snake creatures, but they can also display quite powerful magical defense and attack power in battle."

"Oh, by the way, most of them are born with Parseltongue."

He turned slowly and pointed to the hall next to him:
"This hall is where they hold the 'Family Night' every year. Members of the Kailasel family often come here to observe the summoning ceremony of the Serpent Faction students and demonstrate their family's strength and progress."

"Can ordinary people... what you call Muggle-borns master Parseltongue?"

At this time, Camille, as a top student, couldn't help but curiously ask a question that he cared about very much.

The old craftsman glanced at Camille, then shook his head and said to the deer student:
"Unfortunately, Parseltongue is not a skill that can be learned."

"Parseltongue is primarily portrayed as a gift, usually acquired through genetics or certain magical conditions.

It is difficult to learn, and only a very small number of wizards may be able to partially understand it, rather than speak it fluently.

As such, it is more of an innate skill tied to one's bloodline or soul than an ability that can be acquired through conventional learning."

The old craftsman continued:

“This kind of talent is almost impossible to learn.

Most wizards and witches cannot understand or speak Parseltongue.

Some sages from other worlds seem to be able to understand Parseltongue, suggesting that very powerful wizards might be able to partially comprehend it in some way, but that doesn't mean they can learn to speak it fluently.

Camille pushed up his glasses, his eyes thoughtful:
"That is to say, wizards who are not of bloodline origin can barely understand Parseltongue through systematic learning, but they cannot speak Parseltongue."

"Yes," the old craftsman added, "even if Muggle wizards can understand it, they can't speak Parseltongue in detail."

Having said that, the old craftsman pointed to the Giant Snake Academy in front of him.

"In the Naga Ring, most of the wizard families who immigrated here earlier have more or less a trace of Parseltongue blood; the original purpose of Serpentis College was to preserve and pass on the unique magical abilities of these bloodlines, the core of which is Parseltongue.

The purity and strength of the bloodline determines the student's mastery of Parseltongue.

Those who inherit the purest bloodline usually have a higher level of Parseltongue, and they can not only communicate with snakes, but also use Parseltongue to cast spells and incantations. "

"In the Naga Ring, the mastery of Parseltongue is divided into five levels, each level corresponding to a different language ability and application level."

"After passing Level 1 Parseltongue, students can only understand simple Parseltongue sentences, such as some basic commands and phrases. They can communicate with snakes in a simple way, but cannot understand them in complex conversations.

Level 2: More complex Parseltongue expressions can be understood, and a snake can be asked simple questions and receive responses. Students at this level may be able to sense a snake's emotions, but cannot use Parseltongue magically.

Level 3 Parseltongue: Students are able to have complex Parseltongue conversations and use Parseltongue to collaborate with snakes to complete certain tasks. They can use Parseltongue to influence the behavior of snakes and even give them commands to protect or attack.

"Except for the students in the Mystic Scale Department, all other students here have second or third level Parseltongue qualifications, and only a very few elite ones can reach the fourth level before graduation."

The old craftsman Satis couldn't help but sigh at this moment:
"I've graduated for so many years, and my Parseltongue has remained at level three. And if it's not used for too long, the Parseltongue will show signs of regression.

In the Naga Ring, only the Kailasel family is born with the ability to speak Parseltongue.

Their children, except for a few extreme Squibs, most Aurors are born with level 3 Parseltongue. This language skill is engraved on the Aurors like their mother tongue - this is also the foundation of their self-proclaimed sacredness. "

"No wonder they are so arrogant." The three-eyed girl Ushas, ​​who had been listening nearby, made the complaint accurately.

Camille noticed a detail and asked the old craftsman:
"The students of the Mystical Scale Department you mentioned earlier are exceptions. I think they should be... Muggle-born wizards, right? They have no bloodline, so how can they study and travel in a college full of Parseltongues?"

"Just follow me and you'll understand."

Continuing forward, Satis led the students to another more open and brighter area. The walls at the entrance were inlaid with shimmering snake scales, and the light flowed slightly as the students approached, as if welcoming their arrival.

The old craftsman's tone became slightly more relaxed: "This is the construction area of ​​the Mystic Scale Sect."

"Unlike the Giant Serpent School, many of the students in the Mystic Scale School are not from wizard families. There are even quite a few wizards of Muggle descent."

Satis looked at the snake scales that were shining brightly.

“They are known for their diversity and inclusiveness. Students in this faction are good at illusion and mental magic, especially the skills of stealth and mind manipulation, which allow them to always have a psychological advantage in complex situations.”

"As for the lack of Parseltongue?"

The old craftsman paused, thinking about the wording in his mind, and then said:

"For students who don't have Parseltongue blood, the academy has adopted an alternative method to allow them to gain basic Parseltongue abilities - transplanting a special oral organ from a snake.

This organ can barely allow them to issue simple commands and reach the first level, but it comes with significant side effects. "

Camille frowned upon hearing this—she smelled blood in this answer.

The old craftsman didn't seem to want to discuss the issue too much, and he continued to lead the student group through the area.

Soon, they came to a place with a faint scent of herbs and a slightly pungent smell in the air.

The building was decorated with sharp snake teeth. Satis stopped here and smiled.

"This is the territory of the Fang Faction."

"Most students of the Venom Fang School have a special liking for poison magic and alchemy. They study the extraction and application of venom and are good at using precise magic techniques to combine poison and magic to perfection."

Satis pointed to the laboratory next to him and whispered:
“Here, the students of the Fang School have their own poison laboratory, which they use to brew various dangerous potions.

The faction's motto is "Use wisdom to refine poison, and use poison to maintain truth", which reflects their precise control over toxins. "

Several students from the Deer Academy silently looked at the buildings of this faction, seemingly full of curiosity about this magical culture with poison as its theme.

Ushas frowned, as if she was uncomfortable with the smell of poison. Satis seemed to notice her expression and chuckled:
"Students of the Fang Sect are calm and rational. They usually don't like to participate in bloodline debates. They prefer to focus on self-improvement."

The old craftsman continued to lead the students to the last faction territory of Serpentis Academy.

There are gusts of wind here, as if a storm is about to come at any time, and patterns of storms and snake tails are carved on the buildings.

Satis's eyes looked a little serious:

"This is the Venom Wind Faction."

"Students of the Venom Wind School worship power and are keen on mastering wind and water magic. They believe that magic should be as free and powerful as a storm."

Satis explained: "They don't pay much attention to the purity of bloodline. Faction members come from different backgrounds. They care more about power and control."

After the tour of the academy, Satis stopped, nodded to the students of the Deer Academy, and smiled slightly:

"These are the four major factions of Serpentis Academy. Each is unique and has its own strengths. I believe you will feel their charm more deeply next."

While the old craftsman was speaking, Camille kept noticing one detail.

That is, every time the other party arrived at a place and needed to use the secret spell, he could not help but touch the back of his gloved right hand with his left hand.

Are you used to it?
Camille's mind flashed through her mind, and she just subconsciously paid attention to this action without thinking too deeply about it.

When the old craftsman Satis slowly finished introducing the four major factions one by one, the students of the Deer Academy showed different expressions on their faces. Some were excited about the unknown magic, and some were curious about the cultures of different factions.

Satis looked at them, smiled slightly, and pointed to a building on the east side of the academy. The lights there were dim, revealing a mysterious atmosphere, like stars twinkling in the dark night. He said in a deep voice:

"You will temporarily stay in the dormitory of the Mystic Scale Faction. As the most inclusive faction in the Naga Ring, their dormitory usually accommodates wizards and scholars from different backgrounds. I hope you can adapt to the environment here."

Camille nodded and led the students of the Deer Academy towards the east dormitory, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement about the upcoming life in the Naga Ring.

The old craftsman looked at their backs as they left, the smile on his face remaining the same, even a little gentler.

At this moment, the leader of the Emerald Guardians, Eldris Valorien, stood in front of Satis with a slightly anxious look.

A trace of anxiety appeared on her face, and her eyes were filled with urgency: "Master Satis, I must meet with the sage as soon as possible to discuss the Dark Lord's prophecy. This matter is extremely urgent and is related to the safety of the entire Hundred Layers World."

Hearing the word "Dark Lord", Satis's expression changed slightly, and a hidden and cold light flashed in his eyes, but he lowered his head to conceal his emotion at the moment.

After a moment, he raised his head, regained his usual calmness and composure, and smiled:

“Ms. Eldress, I know you are anxious, but you don’t have to rush.

The academy has strict rules and regulations, and the sage's itinerary must also follow the procedures.

You can make an appointment first, wait patiently, and you will get a response later. "

Eldris frowned slightly, feeling absurd in her heart.

I said the world is ending and I want to see you sages, but you asked me to make an appointment and go through the process?

She seemed unwilling, but she could do nothing in the face of the academy's decadent and rigid rules. She could only sigh, nodded silently, then turned around and followed the direction of the Luyuan students.

Satis watched them walk away with an unchanged smile on his face until he was sure they were out of his sight.

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Night fell quietly, and the sky of the Naga Ring gradually turned from faint light to deep darkness, entering the Dark Time.

The crystal wall system surrounding the academy flickered with cold fluorescence in the night, like a giant monster guarding a secret and keeping all threats out.

The old craftsman Satis stood in the twilight wearing a black cloak, his eyes slightly lowered, his gaze unconsciously falling on his gloved right hand. The burning sensation on the back of his hand gradually intensified with the coming of darkness, reminding him of the heavy and secret contract with the Dark Lord.

Under the cover of night, Satis, wearing a black cloak, walked silently through the stone corridors of the Snake Academy. In the darkness, his figure almost blended into the shadows.

Occasionally, faint echoes could be heard from the dead silent corridor. The old craftsman tightened his cloak and walked with steady and light steps, obviously very familiar with these stealth techniques.

His right hand quietly passed through his pocket, and his fingertips lightly touched the silver wand, the "Deathly Hallows" handed to him by the Dark Lord himself.

His eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, and he whispered a few obscure spells. The tip of the silver wand lit up slightly, and then the light suddenly disappeared. The air around him twisted for a moment, and Satis's figure gradually disappeared.

His steps were light and cautious, without making any sound, and he passed through several hidden corners skillfully and walked to the Venom Fang Sect area of ​​the academy.

A hidden wall there was covered with ancient venom runes that emitted a faint fluorescence. The runes seemed to have vitality, wriggling slightly, emitting a hint of chill and a chilling poisonous mist.

"The Fangs Maze."

Satis whispered, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This passage was almost unknown to anyone, and only high-level wizards of the Venom Fang Sect were allowed to know the existence of its entrance.

This wall has become extremely terrifying after being poisoned by countless years of poison and curses.

Without a specific poison mark, no one could safely pass through this rune wall, and he - had already imprinted this mark into his body.

Satis slowly raised his hand, with his right palm facing the rune wall.

Following the guidance of the Ouroboros mark bestowed by the Dark Lord within his body, a light green poisonous mist gushed out from his palms and gently touched the surface of the rune wall.

The poisonous mist dissipated, and the runes on the wall flashed a dark green light, then slowly separated under his palm, revealing a narrow and deep passage.

The entrance to the Fang Corridor was opened, and a slightly pungent smell of poison floated in the air, lingering around, carrying a sense of oppressive deterrence.

The old craftsman stepped into the passage without hesitation. As the walls quietly closed behind him, the surroundings fell into complete darkness.

The corridors were lined with crude snake-like statues, each of which spewed out poisonous mist from its mouth. The toxin barrier was covered layer by layer, forming an invisible barrier.

Even for students of the Venom Fang School, this place is still extremely dangerous. Anyone who fails to take the antidote in time will gradually lose consciousness and fall into a coma.

Satis was not afraid of these. He skillfully took out a small bottle from his cloak, drank the thick antidote in it, and continued to walk deeper into the corridor.

At the end of the Fang Corridor is an ancient iron door engraved with ancient snake spirit runes, emitting a deep green light.

Behind this door is the secret storage facility that belongs exclusively to the Venom Fang Sect - an important place for toxin research, which contains countless rare toxin ingredients and ancient snake spirit magic scrolls.

Satis stopped and clenched his right hand, feeling the slight heat from the Ouroboros mark. He knew that the power of this mark was calling for the arrival of a certain existence.

His eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, and he injected strength into his palms, muttering:

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss~"

There was something he hadn't revealed to Camille Schiffini.

In order to speak Parseltongue, besides natural bloodline and organ transplantation, there is another option - soul fragment (soul link).

According to legend, a not-so-promising holder of Parseltongue was killed by his own spell when he tried to kill his enemy's child to silence him, and a part of his soul was accidentally transferred to the body of his enemy's child.

Some wizards have discovered how to use soul fragments or soul links and decided to take a darker path.

Driven by a desire for power and Parseltongue abilities, these wizards began hunting down and imprisoning Aurors, splitting their souls and using parts of them as spare spiritual material to transplant in order to enhance their abilities.

This may sound a bit counterintuitive, but it actually happened.

Aurors are the elite wizards of the entire Hundred Layers World, and these wizards believe that Aurors' souls are ideal material.

Wizards formed a secret group and began to hunt and imprison Aurors. They used forbidden dark magic to split the souls of these Aurors and used the soul fragments as materials for their own transplants.

This also completely angered the Auror family.

The Naivasha Class was founded by radical wizards from pure-blood families after Aurors were hunted and abused by some dark wizards. It was established as a disciplinary institution to fight against these dark forces and stabilize the wizarding world.

Initially, Naivaheban was mainly supported by families who wanted to protect the purity and authority of wizard bloodlines, especially the Kailasel family, which has always advocated the nobility and purity of wizard bloodlines.

When the Naivagh class was first established, the pure-blood wizarding families issued the so-called "Bloodline Review Order" in order to further consolidate their control over Muggle-blooded and half-Muggle-blooded wizards, especially those in the upper echelons of wizarding society.

The Bloodline Examination Order requires Serpentis College and all magical institutions to conduct systematic examinations of the bloodlines of wizards, with the goal of ensuring the purity of pure-blooded bloodlines in high-level and core magical functions; all wizards with Muggle ancestry will be restricted from entering advanced magical education courses, especially advanced courses in the college.

These wizards were banned from the Nevaeh class and high-ranking positions in the Auror system.

The Naivaghban is responsible for enforcing this decree and overseeing the bloodline review process in all magical institutions.

They have full supervisory and disposal powers to ensure the "fairness" of the review.

In order to strengthen the effect of the decree, Naivaheban will also impose a "blood mark" on wizards who do not meet the bloodline standards.

The Blood Mark is a magical curse cast by the Naivaheban that can permanently weaken the caster's magical power, causing wizards who are considered to be of "impure blood" to feel a significant weakening of their magical power when using daily magic.

Although the establishment of Naivagh Class was originally intended to maintain order in the wizarding community, the implementation of the "Bloodline Review Order" caused great dissatisfaction within the wizarding world, especially among those wizards of Muggle origin. They were extremely dissatisfied with the oppression of Naivagh Class and pure-blood wizard families, and undercurrents of contradictions continued to surge.

This decree blatantly demonstrated the pure-blood wizarding families' greed for power and also led to strong resistance against the existing system by Muggle wizards and half-Muggle wizards.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss~"

In the dark and strange passage of the Fang Gallery, along with Satis's whispers, the Parseltongue power contained in his soul fragments was transferred to the other end, as if a ghostly hissing sound was traveling through this deep gallery.

The sound came near and far, echoing between the stone walls filled with poison, bringing with it an indescribable strange atmosphere.

And in the void deep in the corridor, a slender figure gradually emerged.

As the Parseltongue spell was chanted, a figure slowly emerged from the void.

His dazzling golden hair fell slightly, his golden eyes flashed coldly in the dim corridor, his face was handsome and deep, with a dangerous charm that was difficult to conceal.

He was wearing a dark windbreaker with the hem of his robe slightly fluttering, revealing an elegant and uninhibited demeanor.

Looking at this gloomy space, he slowly took off his hat and hung it on his arm. Then he opened his arms, took a deep breath of the air filled with a poisonous smell, with a brilliant smile on his face.

The horrific poison in the Fang Maze poses no threat to an angel with two hearts and three lungs who has completed the twenty-four holy forgings.

When Satis saw the Dark Lord coming, he felt a little uneasy, but he quickly calmed down, bowed his head respectfully, and whispered:

"grown ups."

Xia Xiu glanced at him calmly, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, and his tone was gentle:
"Very good, Satis, it is more perfect than I thought. I thought I would have to wait for two or three days."

Satis raised his head slightly, with a hint of awe in his eyes, and responded humbly:

“All of this is thanks to your strength and guidance, which has been crucial in this process, and it has been an honor to serve you.”

"Really……"

Xia Xiu smiled and didn't say much about the old craftsman's flattery.

His golden eyes looked ahead at the dormitory of the mysterious Scale Sect.

"Fish, it's biting the hook."

(End of this chapter)