[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

That night.

The summer night in England is like fine silk and satin, with a beautiful and conspicuous star river spread on the satin, shining with beautiful light.

The moonlight was as clear as water, and the dark muddy road could be seen clearly without a little firelight.

On the side of St. Martin's Square, the priest finished the evening prayer and left the solemn church in an orderly and silent manner.

In the corner, as if the void was being torn apart by a pair of hands, a lively young man with short blond hair came out, holding a cloak that was pitch-black on the inside and had no traces on the outside, almost blending in with the surrounding environment, and turned his head towards Even sitting cross-legged in a corner, his back is still straight, a quiet and calm companion.

"Slytherin, the pastors are gone!" The young man reached out to his companions. In the church that lost the light source after the pastor left, his eyes were still bright and shone with joy. "What are we doing today? Break doors and windows? Spice the priests' breakfast or..."

The young man paused and grinned happily, "I remember that your potion is so good!"

The young man whose neck was hooked by him broke away his companion's hand, and his shoulder-length black hair felt a little painful from the pressure, "Gryffindor, your daily entertainment is really..."

"Don't teach me at this time, dear Mr. Slytherin." Gryffindor muttered, let go of the hands around Slytherin's neck, leaned his face closer, and continued to ask excitedly: "Quickly decide! Or do we let them have a good dream today? Or let them wake up in the morning with naked and intimate companions cuddling together..."

[Godric Gryffindor issued a mission: Disgusting priest (daily), do you accept it. 】【Yes/No】

"..." Really idle.

Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor, and after choosing Yes, he took out the potion that was kept in his pocket with the shrinking spell, "Dream potion, the content of the dream depends on what you want them to see."

"Merlin——! Slytherin, you are amazing!" Gryffindor's eyes lit up, he hugged his companion tightly, and couldn't help but slapped him hard on the face.

Slytherin froze, weighed the magnified potion in his hand, and smashed it on the face of his companion who was smiling excitedly without hesitation.

"Oh!"

"Have a nightmare! Damn Gryffindor!"

This day's routine, in the painful struggle of Gryffindor being suppressed by Slytherin, of course...failed.

Slytherin lost the gift box that was routinely rewarded for daily tasks, some gold coins, and a quick-acting hemostatic potion.

The black-haired youth lifted his pale-faced companion who was immersed in the nightmare with a levitation spell, and his expression was also not very good.

That gift box is very important to him. Over the past twenty years, the gift box has given him too many surprises.

——The horn of the unicorn, the nails of the elf, the hair of the siren... Even in the space that only he can touch, there is still a small bottle of golden liquid named the blood of the gods.

Merlin!That's a god!

Thinking of this, Slytherin felt full of malice.

This damned guy who only knows how to cause trouble!If only I had accidentally lost my heart while Apparating!

With such malice, Slytherin waved his wand.

"Gryffindor Manor."

……

A gust of cold wind penetrated into the neck, and the Slytherin, whose quilt was lifted, curled up slightly, and reached into the pillow to touch his wand.

Not surprisingly, it was Gryffindor's energetic and vigorous voice, "Slytherin! Wake up!" Gryffindor threw the thin quilt aside casually, touched the somewhat cool bed sheet, and looked at it with a smile. The person huddled on the bed seemed to be about to take out the thing in his hand in the next step.

Slytherin opened his eyes slightly, his dark eyes looked at Gryffindor unfocused, he pulled out his wand and waved it.

"The bedding is flying."

"Don't be like this, buddy!" Gryffindor threw himself on the big bed and rolled around the swollen ball twice, rubbing against it by the way, "Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are here, our Squirrel Gentleman Leitlin, will you keep the lady waiting!"

Slytherin, who was forced to roll twice with the quilt, moved, his hand stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed Gryffindor's neck, and a bottle of potion flew from nowhere and poured directly on the blond youth face.

Impartial, did not stain the sheets and pillowcases at all.

"I've said many times, don't come into my bedroom without permission, Gryffindor." Slytherin's voice was hoarse, he frowned, and looked at Gryffin who had rubbed the potion on his bed with a bit of disgust Duo, "Next time it won't be potions that greet you."

"You always say that, dear Salazar."

Slytherin frowned fiercely, and glanced at Gryffindor, who didn't care at all, "Please be polite, dear Mr. Gryffindor, and call me Slytherin."

After speaking, he turned and went into the bathroom.

Breakfast is very simple bread and butter with a cup of black tea. Slytherin who was disturbed from sleeping has a bad appetite.

When he saw Gryffindor sitting opposite him eating happily, his mood and appetite were even worse.

"I remember that the banquet held by the Weasleys was tonight." Slytherin turned to look at the two ladies who were discussing something in a low voice in the living room.

The four of them are very good friends. Similarly, when attending various banquets, they are also the best candidates for each other.

The entire European wizarding world knows that Slytherin's female companions are always Ravenclaws, and that Gryffindors have never brought a lady other than Hufflepuff to a single banquet.

These four people have always been a topic of discussion among nobles.

"It's been a while, isn't it? I haven't been to the Muggle world for a long time." Hufflepuff winked at Gryffindor.

Obviously, the idea was not from the two ladies, and Gryffindor's opinions took the majority.

"How about going to play Burning Wizard this time!"

"No, no, let's smash the windows of the church!"

"Pull the archbishop's beard!"

"That's a good idea, Gryffindor!" Hufflepuff laughed, and joined Gryffindor, his eyes sparkling, as if he had pulled out the bishop's beard.

... What a world of entertainment scarcity.

"If my memory serves me, Gryffindor, you just returned from St. Martin's last night."

"But Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff haven't been there for a long time!"

"Do you want to go to the banquet with a burnt body?"

"Weasley won't mind!" Gryffindor patted his chest and raised his eyebrows: "He will only ask excitedly about the situation at that time."

"A problem that can be dealt with after cleaning up, Slytherin." Ravenclaw said the same, looking at Slytherin, "How about going to see it?"

[Rowena Ravenclaw invites you to form a team, do you accept it. 】

【Yes/No】

[Rowena Ravenclaw issued a mission: the long-lost Muggle world, whether to accept it. 】【Yes/No】

"..." Slytherin looked at the three pairs of expectant eyes, pursed his lips, and nodded.

[Player Salazar Slytherin joins Rowena Ravenclaw's team. 】【Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for completing the mission issued by Rowena Ravenclaw: The long-lost Muggle world. 】【Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for getting x1 advanced magic potion and x1 for Muggle ripped shirt. 】San Martin's Square is crowded with people, summer is coming to an end, and people have put on the agenda the busy beginning of autumn.

On the square, people exchanged items, whispered to each other, or greeted each other heartily, and then continued to be busy with their own work.

"Look! It's the bishop! I heard that there are wizards nearby again!"

"God... what are those evil guys trying to do?"

"God knows, why do the heretics who work with Satan always target humans?"

"Keep your voice down. I heard the priest say that this is a punishment from the Lord. We must defeat them!"

The four wizards who had just arrived at St. Martin's Square were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other and relaxed their thoughts after making sure that they hadn't exposed any flaws. They blended into the crowd and listened to people's exchanges.

"It seems that there is a wizard on fire!" Gryffindor excitedly approached his companions, "We were the ones who were burned in the past, but now we can see someone else—maybe we will gain something!"

"For example, how to scream to appear more tragic?"

"Or how to do the last counterattack before dying to appear full of the tragic momentum of the hero's end."

"..." Slytherin looked blankly at the three companions who were discussing enthusiastically, and took two steps back with his head tilted.

... He really didn't want to admit that these guys who didn't pursue him were his friends.