[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Slytherin didn't get much involved in the subsequent discussion.

Hearing the other three companions gradually complete the Hogwarts system of later generations after he gave him a rough outline, Slytherin felt extremely awkward in his heart.

Everything seems to be planned, moving forward in an orderly manner.

It's just that there are still obstacles, and the difference of the times is doomed to the difference of thinking. There is no so-called Ministry of Magic in England now, and there is no response system against Muggles.

The wizards of this era are not so mysterious and untouchable in the eyes of Muggles. There are always some wizards with twitchy brains or poor hands and feet, and they are seen by Muggles when they apparate home from the town where Muggles live.

If after a thousand years, this matter will be known to the Ministry of Magic immediately, a fine and a series of punitive measures will fall on you in a very short time.

But thousands of years ago, the scattered nobles in the magic world were scattered.

——However, it can barely be said that the Slytherin family is respected, especially after his generation has acquired the ability of Parseltongue, the respect becomes even more obvious.

"How should we inform little wizards to enroll? Especially those little wizards living in the Muggle world." Hufflepuff blinked, "And, how should we get information about little bitch wizards?"

Ravenclaw looked at the plan written on a full six inches of parchment, glanced at the Slytherin who was looking up at the ceiling in a daze, and then lowered his head to continue trimming.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff looked at each other, coughing slightly.

Slytherin looked back at them, puzzled.

The oil lamp has been lit, the orange-yellow light is warm but somewhat dim, and the swaying and jumping flames shake the shadows, urging people to fall asleep.

"I'll leave it to you to find a way to notify the little witches of the species to enroll! Slytherin." Ravenclaw said in a calm and calm voice, looked over with a smile, and said in a tone that could not be refused.

[Rowena Ravenclaw issued a task: the method of admission notification, whether to accept it. 】【Yes/No】

Slytherin looked at the panel that popped up in front of his eyes for a while, his mind was spinning very slowly, engulfed by sleepiness.

After a while, he nodded.

Ravenclaw raised the corners of his mouth easily, as if he had finally let go of a major event, flipping the parchment and canceling a lot of things that had been written under the dim light.

Those are the solutions and follow-up problems she imagined for the little wizard who couldn't find the hemp seed.

Meticulous ladies are always good at this, and Ravenclaws always know how to make good use of the contacts and resources around them.Gryffindor and Slytherin were the two men who were oppressed by her particularly tragically.

For Gryffindor, whose injury has not hindered his activities, Ravenclaw has arranged for him a workload that is enough to exhaust two bulls.

Of course, Gryffindor, which has been modified by an unknown potion, has a much stronger labor capacity than two bulls. Even if we are really tired, we still have Slytherin's potion, don't we?

Ravenclaw happily arranged the work one by one, watching the pending items on the parchment no longer become dense and scary.

"Let's get here today, Ravenclaw." Gryffindor counted the workload of himself and Slytherin, and interrupted Ravenclaw's bloody arrangement with sweat, "First put Do you want to deal with the things you arranged before?"

"Okay, we still need to get in touch with the former master of the magic circle." Ravenclaw looked at Slytherin. "You know, many of the magic circles at Hogwarts are blurred."

Slytherin nodded still not soberly, "I will write you a letter of introduction to Sir Madeleine."

"Very good! Good night then, dear gentlemen." Ravenclaw held the parchment contentedly - she was almost solely responsible for planning such a huge project, which made her very satisfied, especially since there were not many laborers will resist.

"Have a good dream, gentlemen." Hufflepuff glanced at Gryffindor, pursed his lips and smiled, then turned his head and followed Ravenclaw out of Gryffindor's room.

"Good night, ladies." Gryffindor greeted, and looked back at Slytherin who seemed to be dozing off with his eyes closed, "Salazar? If you want to sleep, it's better to go to bed..."

"Hmm." Slytherin opened his eyes, frowned, stood up and looked around very slowly, then walked slowly towards the door as if sleepwalking.

Gryffindor watched Slytherin swaying but precisely avoiding various obstacles and walking to the door, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Judging from this situation, it is possible that Slytherin slept directly on the living room carpet.

——Salazar can definitely do it!Gryffindor thought so firmly.

In the end, he chose to follow Slytherin, planning to send him to the room and then go back to sleep.

Slytherin tilted his head, looked at the footsteps of Gryffindor who was following up, and paused, his dark eyes couldn't focus - it was obvious that the whole person's attention was not on the person in front of him or the road ahead.

If you use one word to describe it, it would be perfect.

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin, who was never seen normally, with interest, waiting for his next move.

Even though he was so tired that he could fall asleep with his eyes closed, the Duke of Slytherin still kept his back straight. At this moment, he maintained his excellent manners and stopped in the corridor outside the door of the Gryffindor room on the second floor. There was no emotion in the black eyes, standing there quietly like a statue.

It seemed that he was going to stand for such a long time.

Gryffindor waved his hand in front of Slytherin, who stared blankly at the void in front of him without any response.

"Salazar?" Gryffindor moved closer and nudged Slytherin.

The Duke of Slytherin, who finally reacted, turned his head to look at Gryffindor for a while, staring at Gryffindor until his heart began to tremble.

He took a step closer to Gryffindor and planted a kiss on the forehead.

"Good night." The voice was still erratic, not as good as the magnetism of the day, but it made Gryffindor feel itchy after enjoying a good night kiss.

Knight Godric Gryffindor desperately wanted to pounce on Slytherin's back at this moment and give him a deep kiss.However, this impulse was well suppressed-Slytherin was obviously still in a sleepwalking state, and doing so would only wake him up.

Gryffindor thought about how Slytherin would react, and couldn't help shivering deeply.

……

The Duke of Slytherin apparently had no memory of what he had done.

Even if I remember, I will dismiss it as if it didn't happen-these emotional things are always less important than the heavy affairs facing me.

Some small and big affairs of the Slytherin family were directly thrown to the collateral people to deal with. Apart from the recent Muggle war again, there is no particularly important family affairs that require him as the patriarch Come take over.

Slytherin was busy with Hogwarts affairs wholeheartedly.

The pet shop in Diagon Alley welcomes a rare customer.

"Merry, look who this is—" The owner of the pet shop opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Duke Slytherin? I didn't expect you to come to visit..."

"Fifty owls." Slytherin said, sickened by the smell of the pet shop, his tone as bad as his face.

The owner of the pet shop was stunned, as if he didn't hear his words clearly: "How much?"

"Five, ten, owls." The pet shop was noisy enough, and Slytherin didn't mind his gaffe.

Slytherin Manor has never lacked these small pilots for communication, but the owls used by Hogwarts cannot be released from the Slytherin house.

Hogwarts isn't just for Slytherins anymore.

He didn't know how to pick owls, in his eyes they were all the same... poor, pale in comparison to the one in Slytherin Manor in terms of coat color and habits.

In order to prevent his merciless words from piercing the pet shop owner's heart to pieces, Slytherin directly threw the chosen question to the pet shop owner, and hired a carriage to stop at the door of the shop.

All kinds of behaviors that look like nouveau riche local tyrants make the pet shop owner's eyes flash with the symbol of Jin Gallon.

Slytherin came out of the pet shop and turned his head to look at the still empty streets of Diagon Alley.

In addition to the wand shop, pet shop and bookstore, there are only a few sporadic potion shops and magic item shops, which are not very popular, and there is no trace of prosperity in later generations.

However, this has nothing to do with him. Since the generation of Salazar Slytherin, Gallon of the Slytherin family no longer needs to be supported by the economy of the magic world.

They earn Muggle money and are especially active during times of war.

——Very wicked, but it is undeniable that it makes the already rich Slytherin family even more shining.

Pen, ink, parchment, oiled paper envelope, inkpad, beeswax...

It takes a lot of paper to send letters to the little wizards of the hemp species.

When these large quantities of things were reduced to his hands, the system sounded a pleasant beep.

[Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for completing the task issued by Rowena Ravenclaw: The method of admission notice. 】【Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for obtaining the locket x1 and the student roster (permanent) x1. ] Slytherin twitched the corner of his mouth.

Look, the system never makes things difficult for him, what a caring little padded jacket.

When Slytherin was sitting upright at the desk, writing invitation letters and some simple introductions about Hogwarts to the famous masters he had contacted before in beautiful cursive script.

The wizarding world of the Isle of England ushered in its autumn social upsurge.