[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Facing the fighting power of the two ladies, even Gryffindor, who dared to face the dragon, felt a lot of pressure.

Even though he wanted to help Slytherin who was under bombardment to share part of the firepower, but the two ladies ignored him at all, and an elf next to him eagerly looked at him.

What are you eager to do?

Gryffindor guessed that she probably wanted to fight with him, to try out what the fighting power of the dragon might be like.

Cruel truth, thought Gryffindor, being kicked upstairs by Hufflepuff and told to wash himself off.

Gryffindor sniffed the armor on his body, but he didn't smell anything strange.

Isn't cleaning up the dirt and the smell together? Why can the elves still smell it?

Gryffindor, who couldn't get the correct answer no matter what he thought, had to take off his clothes and retreat into the bathtub full of hot water.

——What a comfortable and refreshing enjoyment it is to take a hot bath after a fierce battle!

It's a pity that Slytherin can't experience this pleasure too.

In fact, not only could Slytherin not be able to take a hot bath to suppress his shock, but he was also severely criticized by the two women who were quite powerful in combat.

The theme of the critique is: trust among peers and how to cultivate respect for one's own life.

In fact, he really regretted his life. Slytherin silently endured the bombardment from the two ladies. He was wise enough to know that he was seeking his own death by interrupting now, and he really did not consider this matter.

If it wasn't for the fact that the teleportation array wasn't enough and the centaurs were brought along, it is estimated that he and Gryffindor have already fled to Merlin's arms by now.

Although some words are a bit risky to say, Slytherin is still very grateful to be able to face the dragon and experience its coercion and ability. At least he now knows that Gryffindor and the centaurs cooperate well, and they take turns to take the pressure of the dragon. Still not big.

But the main premise is...he is not OT.

This is a very serious question.

He didn't understand why his hatred value was so high. In terms of damage output, the damage he poked the dragon's eye was not as much as Gryffindor's poke the dragon's wound, but the dragon was just Then look at him without hesitation and come to bite.

——Just like a mad dog who saw meat.

If you want to stabilize the dragon's hatred, it is estimated that Gryffindor will really have to cut off a certain part of the dragon in one go to succeed.

Slytherin held his chin and frowned. Didn't Gryffindor feel offended? Since Godric Gryffindor knight has the courage to face the dragon alone, it might not be right to give him such a task. Make it difficult for him.

After all, the dragon's right wing itself was seriously injured, and it was precisely at the root of the wing.

"Slytherin, are you listening!" Ravenclaw raised his voice, "Do you know how stupid, reckless and impulsive you and Gryffindor's actions are?!"

"Yes, I know." Slytherin nodded, looked at Ravenclaw who was still angry with a smile, his face was full of apology, "I shouldn't hide it from you, this matter is very risky, but at least we are safe is back."

"Then what if you die! We can't even collect your corpses!!" Hufflepuff bluntly said, "That's a giant dragon!!"

"Dragon is not scary - as Gryffindor said, we have the ability to slay dragons."

Slytherin pursed his lips. Anyway, if he was killed, he would never try to open up wasteland without milk. It was too scary. With milk, he still had the hope of fighting a war of attrition. If he didn’t bring milk, it would be worse. One standard.

"That's not what I want to say..." Ravenclaw looked at Slytherin, who was obviously changing the subject, and he was out of breath, his towering chest rose and fell with her breathing, showing her anger.

"Don't be angry, Rowena." Slytherin comforted Ravenclaw, calling him affectionately, "I trust you, but you are ladies, you shouldn't stop doing these risky things."

"The next dragon slaying is also very dangerous!"

"At least there is a way out, we have buried a lot of stone slabs of the teleportation array." Slytherin stood up from the chair, pulled the back of Ravenclaw's hand and kissed, "I am very sorry that I did not inform you of this plan, But it’s not mistrust, I think you can understand.”

Hufflepuff was still very angry, snorted coldly, turned around and ran out.

Ravenclaw withdrew his hand, looked at Slytherin calmly, pulled their elf lady and ran after Hufflepuff.

Slytherin heaved a sigh of relief, fell back into the soft chair wearily, and waved away the butler who brought the black tea.

Reckless, impulsive, conceited, thoughtless, underestimating opponents.

This time Slytherin made the stupidest mistake, thinking that the plan was exhaustive, but ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

He almost lost the lives of Gryffindor and the centaurs - if it was only him, he wouldn't care so much.

Slytherin is proud. He does not allow others to pay for his mistakes. It is he who makes the mistakes and not others, so it is his responsibility to be responsible for the mistakes and solve the troubles.

Slytherin looked at the golden liquid in the crystal bottle that was only half the size of a palm in his hand, and casually threw it into his backpack. With self-blame and heavy thoughts, he curled up on the chair and sank into black sweetness.

The dream was bad.

The earthquake that had been completely blurred in his memory was reawakened, and he had to experience the fear of being unable to call for help in the dark again. The scene of his mother being swallowed by a dragon kept repeating. Powerless and weak.

Slytherin's brows were tightly frowned, his face was pale and his breathing was a little disordered, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead.

Even so, he couldn't wake up.

He fell into a deep nightmare, struggling to find a way out.

Gryffindor came down from the stairs and saw Slytherin rolling down on the soft carpet, ran down in a panic, hugged him in his arms and patted Slytherin on the cheek gently.

"Salazar? Salazar, wake up!" he called out, the person in his arms took a breath, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Gryffindor seemed to understand something, and carried Slytherin upstairs, whose limbs were completely stiff, stripped off his clothes, and carefully put him into a bathtub filled with hot water.

Gryffindor blushed, unable to tell whether it was the heat or the fully exposed Slytherin.

The blond man hesitated for a while, then took off the robe he had just put on, stepped nervously into the bathtub, and stretched out his hand to help Slytherin massage his stiff limbs.

His eyes drifted uncontrollably to the Slytherin's fair body, from neck to toes, including private places.

Gryffindor was excited by the frank and trusting attitude of his sweetheart, and his desire gradually raised his head.

Slytherin breathed a sigh of relief under the slightly scalding hot water, and the dream gradually became peaceful.

When Gryffindor called him, he saw the most worrying and frightening picture.

—he saw the companion who stood in front of the dragon for him and the team, obliterated by the huge breath, leaving nothing but the silhouette of the last scene.

It never occurred to Slytherins that Gryffindor would die.

How could Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders recognized by history and the system, die so easily?

However, the scene of being wiped out by the breath deeply stimulated Slytherin's unreasonable self-confidence.

Now, he dreamed of the first time he had met Gryffindor and the other two ladies.

He secured a house not far from the Muggle city through Sir Madeleine.

The equipment is very simple, but they can do some experiments without any scruples - those experiments that might blow up the whole house, Slytherins don't want to do it in their own manor at all.

And that's when Gryffindor and the others broke into the house, looking at him blankly.

They said that they had heard from the nearby Muggles that there were unclean things in the house, so they ran in and took the risk of teasing the people who pretended to be ghosts here.

The Duke of Slytherin, who was covered with the hat of pretending to be a ghost, kicked him out with a displeased face.

It was a bad first encounter, but the entanglement of evil fate has been out of control since then.

The ten or so years I've known the three of them have been the happiest and wanton days of Slytherin outside of childhood.

Gryffindor felt that the Slytherin's muscles had finally relaxed, the cold sweat no longer dripped from his forehead, his expression gradually calmed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down Slytherin's calf, and was just about to get up when the other's paw brushed his desire.

"Hiss—" He took a deep breath, his blue eyes fixed on the Slytherin who didn't seem to be waking up at all.

a long time.

Gryffindor sighed, he leaned towards Slytherin, whose head was tilted on the towel on the side of the bathtub, and rubbed his wet neck, his voice was hoarse and low, "Salazar..."

Slytherin was immersed in a pleasant dream, ignoring the familiar and trusting breath.

Gryffindor took Slytherin's hand, touched his desire lightly, and carefully explored Slytherin's expression, for fear that he would suddenly open his eyes.

The hot water catalyzed Gryffindor's desire, and his hand wrapped around Slytherin's hand, holding the heat and began to fuck.

Slytherin's hands were different from his, with a thin layer of calluses attached to them, the result of long periods of potion making and holding quills.

Waves of turbulent pleasure hit Gryffindor, and sweet feelings he had never experienced occupied his mind.

"Salazar...Salazar..." Gryffindor kissed Slytherin's lips and cheeks, licking the drops of water from his neck, careful not to leave any traces, his voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible , "Salazar...I love you, I want you, Salazar..."

He quickened his movements, let out a low grunt, and shot it out of the Slytherin's hand.

Slytherin was still unaware.

Looking at the sleeping Slytherin, Gryffindor felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, which made him hum happily.

If he could, he would want to help Slytherin fuck too, but if he did, Slytherin would definitely wake up immediately.

What a pity, he thought.

Then he wiped off the water on himself and Slytherin, put on his clothes, and carefully hugged Slytherin into the bed of Slytherin that he had always wanted.

He couldn't wait any longer, Gryffindor put his arms around Slytherin, buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath.

——I really can’t wait.