For once in his life...Salazar agreed with Godric. The nerve of Trent to send them to his OFFICE, like they were some common students that he was planning to punish. Of course, he couldn't just admit that he was agreeing with Godric, so he simply gave the man a nod. He disagreed with just about everything Godric Gryffindor did, but once in a blue moon...like right now...they were on the same page. He didn't have to be such a fool about it, creating a spectacle and screaming and waving that stupid sword of his around. Didn't he know that in order to gain respect you had to act like a professional, not a child?

What was he saying. OF COURSE he didn't realize that. Stupid man.

Ignoring Trent entirely and deciding to just move along with his plan without the help of the Headmaster, he walked over to the Slytherin boy who had offered to entertain them earlier (Kaiser). AKA - the only boy who showed any promise around here. "That's a good lad," Salazar said as he approached. One thing he had to sort out first...

"Tell me...what might your...lineage be?" he asked him quietly, leaning in so that only the boy could hear him. He got what he was getting at, yes? Mudblood? Halfblood? Pureblood? There was only one right, obvious answer...