[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The dragon knelt on the ground, the deep wound on its right wing was still gurgling scarlet blood.

The sword smeared with divine blood inhibited the powerful self-healing ability of the dragon, and the land by the black lake of Hogwarts was soaked in the blood that gathered into a stream, and the stench was soaring.

Its huge body still has slight ups and downs, and the originally dazzling golden eyes are still filled with dead gray.

The giant dragon panted lowly, trying to save the last hope of life.

— This sound is much better than its previous mind-numbing growl.

Slytherin raised his hand to wipe the splashed blood on his face, took a deep breath, and stood up while stepping on the dragon's blood-stained, slippery scales while leaning on the sword.

Under the sunlight, the scales of the giant dragon shone with a beautiful golden light, and the sticky blood and minced meat made it look extremely distressed.

The attacks of the elves and the dwarves seemed to tear it apart, peeling off the scales, piercing the muscles and digging into the bones.

The blood of the dragon is hot, and the temperature of transpiration in the sun makes people sweat.

Slytherin stood on the high raised head of the dragon, turned around and glanced at the severed wings of the dragon, looking past the elves who turned into cheetahs sitting on the dragon's back and the dwarves who were tearing off the dragon's scales , after scanning around, he did not see Gryffindor.

"..." Slytherin tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and for a moment he completely forgot to breathe.

He lowered his head slightly to look at the long sword stuck in the dragon's muscle, and lifted it up, but found that he didn't have the strength to pull it out at all.

The Duke of Slytherin let out a long breath, took out the recovery potion and the calming potion from his backpack, drank two potions without hesitation, and began to heal his wounds, his eyes and posture were surprisingly calm.

The effect of the potion was quick, and in just a few minutes, Slytherin recovered perfectly from the exhaustion - except for being a little tired.

He let go of the hand that was holding the long sword tightly, calmly distributed the potion in the backpack to several melee fighters, and then walked towards the tail of the dragon.

As soon as he jumped off the dragon's back, Slytherin was thrown into the pool of blood on the ground by the sudden black shadow before he could react.

The familiar breath mixed with the strong smell of blood filled Slytherin's nostrils, and the blond hair was covered with congealed blood, which made it uncomfortable to rub against his neck.

The Duke of Slytherin stiffened, showing a relieved expression where the other party could not see.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor looked at the blood-stained Slytherin, and nervously wanted to take his clothes off to check.

"..." Slytherin bluntly took his wand and pulled his hand away, and was satisfied to see the distorted expression of pain on Gryffindor's face—and his tricks, at least it proved that Gryffindor was not serious "Go and draw that sword, Dragon Slayer, Knight of Gryffindor."

Slytherin said, and handed a bottle of calming potion to Gryffindor, who looked a little sluggish.

Gryffindor took the potion and smiled at Slytherin stupidly, but didn't get up and move away.

"Get up, Gryffindor." Slytherin frowned slightly, "I don't have such a special hobby as lying in a pool of blood."

Gryffindor was taken aback, and got up awkwardly.

"Go up, everyone is expecting you to appear." The relaxed Slytherin gave himself a clean-up, tidying up his torn robes.

Gryffindor laughed twice, "Salazar, shall we go up together?"

Hearing this, Slytherin raised his eyebrows, looked at Gryffindor carefully, and frowned again after finally stretching his brows.

"Back it on your back." He raised his chin, and his dark eyes were full of anxiety.

"..." Gryffindor's smile suddenly froze.

"Back it." Slytherin reiterated his request again, his voice raised, but still hoarse.

Gryffindor was silent, the corners of his mouth raised in embarrassment, and he turned around obediently.

The Slytherin's breathing fluttered for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!!!" Slytherin waved his wand in a loud voice, with a nervous tone, "Come here."

Gryffindor's back was scorched black, and tender red muscles could be clearly seen under the charred skin.

The violent action just now caused the extremely fragile skin on his back to crack again, and sticky blood mixed with pus flowed out, which looked terrible.

"Are you crazy? You're so hurt—" Slytherin paused abruptly, and didn't say a word of reproach for a while.

Hufflepuff, who rushed over after hearing the sound, was obviously much less calm than Slytherin.

She doesn't have as much thought as Slytherin, for example, she can understand Gryffindor's idea of ​​not wanting him to worry.

She only knew that Gryffindor didn't notify her immediately of the injury, which made her very upset, so she didn't take it lightly during the treatment.

It has always been the holy grail that gently covers the wound and heals it. The water gushing out at this moment pierced into Gryffindor's wound like a sharp sword, which stimulated him to scream in pain, and tightly grabbed Slater's arm His paws loosened, and he put his arms around Slytherin's waist unceremoniously.

"Hufflepuff... Take it easy." Slytherin, who was tightly bound around his waist, frowned uncomfortably, hesitated for a while but didn't push Gryffindor who was buried in his chest and moaned.

Hufflepuff paused, glanced at Slytherin, then at Gryffindor, raised the corners of his mouth inexplicably, but the movements in his hands were not much lighter.

Here Gryffindor is receiving treatment in pain and happiness, while Ravenclaw has seriously discussed with the centaurs, elves and dwarves about the distribution of spoils.

Of course, no one knew that the most valuable thing in the dragon's body had been taken out of the dragon's brain by Slytherin as a trophy and thrown into the backpack.

But excluding the dragon crystal, every part of the dragon's body is also very precious.

Especially in this era when the dragon has been gone for many years.

The dwarves rubbed their palms and looked at the dragon's corpse with fiery eyes.

Ravenclaw paused, "We must get one-fifth—this is the request we promised when we first turned to the master of the magic circle, and the other four-fifths will be freely distributed by you."

Narada frowned, "Then what about yourselves?"

"It is enough for us to have Hogwarts." Wearing the crown, Ravenclaw took off the crown with a smile and breathed a sigh of relief, "Being able to kill the dragon is already an unexpected joy, thank you very much for your help .”

At this time, apart from the elves who attach great importance to etiquette and complaints, the centaurs and dwarves can't wait to start the distribution.

Arguing with Ravenclaw was useless for the elves. After giving up discussing with the wizard, the three elves turned around and started talking sharply with the dwarves.

Ravenclaw waited quietly for their final conclusion.

To his surprise, the final conclusion was an average of five shares—in addition to the fifth handed over to the Duke of Madeleine, the wizards also received another fifth.

The other three points are divided equally among centaurs, elves and dwarves.

"You have contributed the most, Ravenclaw." Narada said as a representative, "From the very beginning of the preparation, no matter whether you agreed to take one-fifth of the master of the magic circle or not, you should get more."

Ravenclaw paused, then shrugged in acceptance.

Nobody would gladly turn down such an offer, and if Slytherin didn't get those things, he'd probably be somber for days.

The next question is simple.

The Duke of Slytherin, who possessed master-level decomposition skills, was obliged to spend two days and one night cutting up the dragon, and even the dragon's blood that had penetrated into the ground was also dug out a lot.

——Slytherin's obsession with materials is vividly reflected.

"We plan to build a wizarding school after repairing Hogwarts." Slytherin handed the shrunken but large bag of materials to the centaur elder, and paused, "I think you probably Would you mind?"

"Oh...maybe." The centaur elder was not very sure either.

The wizards they got along with besides the old Slytherin were the young Slytherin, and they had a good impression of Slytherin.

Slytherin pursed his lips, "Let's talk about it after getting along for a while. If it's not suitable, we can increase the contract."

"Okay, I'm lucky to be your neighbor, little Slytherin." The centaur elder raised the bag in his hand to Slytherin who stepped into the teleportation circle.

……

Gryffindor was a little badly hurt, and Hufflepuff hadn't quite healed him.

The poor Gryffindor knight is now lying on the bed every day watching his companions busy repairing Hogwarts, and if he moves a little violently, he will be stared at by his companions who come to visit.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor grabbed Slytherin who checked his wounds and turned away, grinning from the pain on his back.

"..." Slytherin paused, turned back and stood by the bed, waiting for Gryffindor to recover.

"Salazar, that... you promised me." Gryffindor muttered for a while, his eyes wandering.

Slytherin thought for a while, then nodded, "I remember, you can talk about it now."

"I..." I like you QwQ!

Mr. Gryffindor, always full of courage and enthusiasm, was particularly timid in this regard.

"What?" Slytherin looked at Gryffindor's face, paused, and seemed to realize something, and stood up straight with his body leaning against the edge of the bed.

"I..." Mr. Gryffindor, who was stuck again, blushed, "Call my name! Salazar!"

"..."

Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor, who was drooping his head, and looked at him with a half-smile. He raised his hand to pat the big dog's head, but withdrew his hand a moment before touching it.

"Okay, I promise you, Godric."

[Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for completing the mission issued by Godric Gryffindor: Request. 】【Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for obtaining the Hogwarts design x1 and the sorting hat x1. 】