Chapter 2 : Malach Slytherin

A.N (Here is where the pace will quicken)

1980, Ottery St Catchpole, Slytherin Manor

Have you ever woken up from a nightmare, soaked in sweat, your heart racing? It's that terrifying dream where you're being chased by a monstrous creature, and you feel sluggish until suddenly, you jolt awake, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Sometimes, you even imagine yourself screaming, but nothing comes out of your mouth.

If you've experienced that, you'll understand exactly how I felt at that moment. I lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, sweat trickling down my face, and my breath coming in erratic bursts. All I wanted was to calm down, to escape the horrors of the nightmare I had just endured, where I met a grisly end in a crash.

After taking a few moments to compose myself, I surveyed my surroundings. My gaze settled on the window next to my bed, its light seeping in and blinding me. I stumbled out of bed to block out the intrusive light, and as I did, I noticed something odd.

As I tried to swing my legs off the bed and onto the ground, I expected to feel the familiar sensation of my feet touching the floor. However, instead of the expected contact, I saw a pair of small legs dangling from the edge of the bed.

My initial thought was that my legs shouldn't be so short, but then a bizarre realization struck me: how did I know what my legs should look like? This sudden uncertainty triggered a wave of panic within me.

Unable to recognize the room or understand the diminutive size of my limbs, I decided to take in my surroundings. The walls were adorned with snake-patterned wallpaper, and the room was furnished with dated 80s-style décor.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked down and saw a child's body. Panic surged through me again, and my breathing grew frantic, accompanied by another bout of sweating.

I clutched my head, desperately searching for any memory that could explain my situation. But my mind was an abyss, void of any recollection. And then, a searing headache pierced my consciousness, radiating from the back of my head to behind my eyes. The pain became unbearable, and I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I found myself still in the same room, on the same bed. However, this time, there was no panic, fear, or confusion. It was as if something had changed.

A pop-up appeared in my field of view, resembling something out of a video game. I opened it.

[Ding: Detected that the host has woken up; activating the system. The system is scanning the world.]

A system? Like the ones in the fantasy novels I used to read online? Curiosity piqued, but I had to wait for the scan to finish.

{Ding: The scan is complete, and a system compatible with the world's laws is being customized for the host.]

[System customization is complete; your system, the HP With Chat System, is online.]

[Would the host like to open the status for viewing?]

"Yes."

Host: Malach Slytherin

Age: 2 years old (Excludes months)

Birthday: January 4th

Identity: The True Heir Of Slytherin (Yes, Tom isn't the true heir as I explained in the warnings before!)

Bloodline: Slytherin (Unlocked After Opening Novice Pack)

Magic Level: 0.1

Magic Items: None

Charms Talent: 0 (Troll)

Transfiguration Talents: 0 (Troll)

Divination Talent: 0 (Troll)

Black Magic Talent: 0 (Troll)

Potion Talent: 0 (Troll)

Ancient Rune Talent: 0 (Troll)

Defense Against The Dark Arts Talent: 0 (Troll)

Bloodline Talent: Parseltongue (Locked Currently)

Patronus: Basilisk (Locked)

Magical Pet: Basilisk (Locked)

Spells: Nothing here yet!

Chat Function (Locked)

Novice gift pack (Unopened)

[Ding: Detected that the system has been inactive for 2 years.]

[Distributing novice gift pack. Do you want to open the novice gift pack?]

"Open."

[Opening the novice gift pack. Congratulations to the host for gaining 2 years' worth of memories and a boost in talent, along with the activation of the ancient bloodline of Salazar Slytherin.]

My blood seemed to boil within me before gradually calming down. Magic flowed subtly through my body like a meandering stream.

Then, memories surged, overwhelming my senses, and I blacked out for the second time.