[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Although the Duke of Slytherin really wanted to pat Gryffindor on the shoulder and laugh at him as a fool, he gave up this idea in order to maintain a good image.

"Gran...Godric, get well soon." Slytherin paused, and raised his thin lips slightly, "Hogwarts still lacks coolies for most of the repairs."

"..." Gryffindor turned his head to look at Slytherin, with uncontrollable joy on his face, he arched his soft pillow, and responded with a grin.

The Slytherin happily took the Sorting Hat from his backpack and threw it next to the Gryffindor pillow.

He remembered that the owner of the Sorting Hat was Gryffindor, not Slytherin. Seeing how Gryffindor lay idle on the bed every day, wanting to grow hair, it would be nice to give him the Sorting Hat for fun.

"Huh?" Gryffindor patted the tip of his hat, his face puzzled.

"A present for you, if you have nothing to do, you can chat with it." Slytherin looked at the Sorting Hat struggling to prop up the flat body that was photographed, and waved his wand to check the time, "I'm going first, sir There's something else I need to do with Venclaw."

"Hmm..." Gryffindor glanced at the Sorting Hat, then at Slytherin, still holding on to Slytherin's clothes tightly.

Although Slytherin always came and went in a hurry during Gryffindor's recovery, his attitude towards Gryffindor was unbelievably gentle.

For a time, Gryffindor seemed to be in a dream.

"Salazar." Gryffindor's palms were sweating, and the silky cloth under his hands felt a little cool.

The leaves of the trees planted in the yard outside the Slytherin Manor had already started to turn yellow, and the wind came in through the gaps in the open windows, bringing with it the slight heat of early autumn.

Slytherin turned his head to look at Gryffindor, quietly waiting for the other party's next words.

Gryffindor ravaged the struggling Sorting Hat with one hand, sat up on the bed, looked at Slytherin seriously, and squeezed his arm, as if confirming something.

"..." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor, whose brain seemed to be flooded again, and kicked him lightly when the other party pinched his thigh.

Gryffindor's blue eyes finally lit up, and after a sigh of relief, he put on a big grin.

The blond curly hair drooped on his head in a mess, and his image looked quite bad-of course, Gryffindor didn't mind being embarrassed in front of Slytherin at all.

If he knew that there was such a good treatment for being injured, he would have knocked on the dragon alone with a sword in his hand.

Slytherin didn't know what Gryffindor was thinking, he looked at Gryffindor's silly smile, finally couldn't hold back the impulse, raised his hand and rubbed Gryffindor's frizzy head.

As soft as imagined, Slytherin squinted his eyes, pulled back his clothes when Gryffindor was completely stunned, and left without any psychological pressure.

Gryffindor stayed for a while, and finally woke up shivering from the wind blowing into the room.

Raising his hand and touching the top of his head, which had no special feeling, Gryffindor patted his face, lying on the bed with disbelief, clutching the screaming Sorting Hat tightly in his hand.

"Hat, am I dreaming?" Gryffindor stared blankly at the writhing hat in his hand, and pinched it hard again, "It hurts!!!" the poor hat hissed.

"..." Gryffindor snorted twice, buried his head in the pillow and let out a muffled laugh.

"You look so stupid now!!" The hat unceremoniously mocked its new owner. It nondescriptly imitated the obscure and lengthy strange pronunciation of the nobles, and said in a weird aria: "Look, a A cowardly Gryffindor who doesn't even dare to confess!"

No shame for Gryffindor at all.

Gryffindor snorted and slapped his hat flat again.

"Are you familiar with us?" Gryffindor asked curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Of course!" The hat suddenly propped itself up, and shook the tip of the hat, "No one understands you better than me! I have your thoughts in my head!"

"Huh?" Gryffindor blinked. "Who gave you the idea? Was it Salazar?"

"..." The movement of the hat's twisting paused, as if it was stuck. After a long silence, he finally said, "Didn't you give it to me?"

"what?"

"You gave me my mind, Gryffindor."

"Me? When..."

"Just now!" The hat jumped up and twirled around, the dark golden hat body looked great: "Just now when you touched me."

Although Gryffindor still didn't understand why, he didn't pursue it further - the hat was a gift from Slytherin, and he wouldn't have any doubts even if it was strange.

He picked up the hat, shook it, his blue eyes narrowed, and looked malicious, "Did no one tell you that you would be put on shoes for laughing at the boss, hat."

As he said that, Gran Russian moved carefully, and took out a shoe that hadn't been touched for an unknown period of time from under the bed while avoiding touching the wound. How many strange things, anyway, the servants of the Slytherin family were forbidden to enter the Gryffindor room, and Slytherin rarely came in.

"What do you want to do!!"

"Put small shoes on for you." The Gryffindor knight, who was mocked by the hat, picked up the strange-smelling shoes in disgust, and carefully folded the soft hat that was struggling and screaming—more precisely, kneading it into one The bulging cloth was unceremoniously stuffed into the shoe.

"Gryffindor! You're being abused!" screamed the hat, struggling in the shoe, unable to get out of the snap-sealed boot no matter how hard it rolled.

"You're right." Gryffindor listened happily to the hat's howl of pain, and felt that the boredom he had pent up during the recovery period had all disappeared.

After a long time, Gryffindor heard the sound of the hat sobbing, and reluctantly picked up the boot with his wand, and let the hat come out.

After cleaning it up, he twitched his hat with his wand, "You said, you have the minds of the four of us?"

"..." The hat twitched and did not speak.

Gryffindor didn't feel the deep resentment and malice from the hat at all, he asked a little at a loss: "Then, you say... Salazar... If I said it, would he... ..."

"He will think you are disgusting!! Gryffindor!! You have such feelings for Slytherin! You..." The hat full of resentment distorted the facts, and it could clearly smell the smell on its body What a strange smell!

Gryffindor's face sank suddenly, and he threw the hat ball into the boot and sealed it again, no matter how much the hat struggled and begged for mercy, it would not come out.

——Deliberate revenge will also be put on by employees, Mr. Gryffindor.

……

After handing over the design of Hogwarts to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Slytherin handed over the restoration of Hogwarts to the two ladies.

You know, ladies always have an irresistible enthusiasm for decorating buildings.

Slytherin had been busy associating with all the great masters he knew.

Even though he always dislikes how troublesome the task issued by the system is, he is looking forward to it in his heart for Hogwarts, which has already taken the first step.

Founding Hogwarts gave him an eerie sense of accomplishment in fighting for the spark of the future.

The future of wizards deserves the best, Slytherin held such a mind, and connected with many people through Sir Madeleine.

Regarding the determination of the course, the Duke of Slytherin had his first disagreement and confrontation with his companions.

"Magic circles, divination, potions, herbs, flying, spells, history of magic, identification of creatures and plants... and so on." Slytherin counted the people he had come into contact with and the areas he had dabbled in .

As far as the Duke of Slytherin's own knowledge covered, he could give many more examples.

It's just that those miscellaneous and partial courses were deleted by Ravenclaw without hesitation, and the deleted courses also included black magic.

"Why do you want to delete the black magic?" Slytherin frowned fiercely, "Black magic is very practical, can you use those magic spells that can only make daily life more convenient to escape when you are in danger!? "

"Dark magic is very sensitive during this period, Slytherin." Ravenclaw tapped the table, "You know, the Muggle war has started again, and there are always some dark wizards who like to take advantage of this time."

"What does the Muggle war have to do with us?" Slytherin raised an eyebrow, "Could it be that the little wizards got into the Muggle war by mistake, and when the blade was pointed at them, they could only use half-baked Apparition to escape? "

"Stop being so prejudiced against Muggles, Slytherin!"

"Which unknown place do you think the little wizard dropped his limbs in a hurry, or was burned to death by the church as a squib when he failed to cast it? You know, heartbreaker Avada and the like are better than apparition. Much easier to learn."

"Hogwarts will protect little wizards! They don't have to worry about these problems!" Hufflepuff interjected, "When we decided to create Hogwarts, it was to provide little wizards with a safe place to grow up. ?"

"It's like raising livestock. When they are mature, they are released for slaughter?" Slytherin said sarcastically. "Apart from Muggles, there are still dark wizards."

Although he has never killed anyone with his own hands, he is also very repulsive about killing people.

But if you don't fight back when your life is endangered, or if you have the strength but no means, you can only run away, then this person is truly hopeless.

Overthrowing all the approaching foreign enemies is the real way to deter the enemy.

Wizards cannot compare with Muggles and the Church in terms of numbers or hearts. It is wizards, not Muggles, who are really at a disadvantage.

In addition to being a little stronger in individual combat, wizards are not as powerful as those knights who have been blessed by the church.

This is not the celestial dynasty, and there is no peaceful and stable environment like the celestial dynasty.

There is no need to worry about certain criticisms and public opinion in the society - before encountering these, learning how to save your life is the really important issue.

"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ravenclaw said in a firm tone.

"Oh—defense." Slytherin twitched the corners of his mouth ironically, took a sip of his cold coffee, "I teach the Dark Arts."

"no--!"

"Then we divide into houses." Slytherin pursed his lips, "Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, four houses, I don't think anyone can treat all students equally, We can consider only enrolling students who fit our vision in our college."

Without waiting for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to raise any objections, Slytherin asked decisively: "Slytherin House does not accept hemp seeds, nor does it accept cowards who dare not learn black magic."

"Slytherin!"

Facing the two furious ladies, Slytherin took a deep breath, "I'll inform Gryffindor."