[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The Muggle war made the whole of England tense, but it couldn't affect the deeply rooted and mysterious magic world.

The social season always makes nobles seem particularly busy.

Just like the squirrels trying to gather food in autumn, it seems that they want to vent their resentment of being unable to go out due to the heavy snow blocking the road in winter. All kinds of invitation letters are like flying snowflakes, flying out from all the manors. Owl sent to destination.

As the darlings of the aristocratic society, Slytherin and his party also received a lot of invitations without exception.

It was only at this time that Slytherin could clearly realize that the number of wizards in England's wizarding world was quite considerable.

"To be honest, I don't like these banquets very much." Slytherin took down the letter sent by the owl, glanced at the emblem on the clay seal, and it was no surprise that it was an invitation letter from a noble manor.

"Huh? I think it's not bad, at least in terms of food." Gryffindor looked at the parchment with densely written words spread out in front of him with a wrinkled face, feeling that he was sorting out every day carelessly These Slytherins are simply Merlin reincarnated.

Slytherin didn't answer. The two ladies went to Hogwarts to check the progress of the work during the social upsurge. They put a lot of purchase orders and tasks on him and Gryffindor, saying that they didn't breathe at all. Not too much time.

Banquets in the Isle of England are always very crowded, probably because ladies are used to wearing dresses with huge panniers, and the area occupied by a lady will be extraordinarily large.

This made Slytherin, who was not used to being too close to strangers, very uncomfortable, although he always had a gentle and elegant smile on his face.

Even if you really want to devote yourself to Hogwarts affairs, you cannot refuse certain social invitations.

Even the Slytherin family has places where they can't reach. Although the social season is called the blind date season, what the nobles really value is the circulation of information about the outside world.

Of England, outside of England.

Especially now that the Muggle War is spreading rapidly, new nobles who are not strong enough will always consider leaving England to avoid the limelight. At this time, the news is particularly important.

"Salazar! Hufflepuff said that the hole on the west side of Hogwarts has been patched." Gryffindor held a piece of parchment in his hand, and there was a cockroach staring at him on the table. owl.

"We can consider choosing a place for the students to live." Slytherin didn't raise his head, looking at the scattered invitations on the table, "Leave me the basement where the dragon lay down before, other places are up to you pick."

The basement could accommodate tens of hundreds of people with a little renovation. Rather than saying it was a basement, it was dug under the foundation of Hogwarts, and half of it spread to the huge square of the Black Lake.

And there is also the magic circle drawn by the old Slytherin to keep the dragon sleeping, which maintains a constant temperature all year round. I am really sorry for the deceased old father if this kind of good place is not snatched away.

After explaining Slytherin's request in a few strokes, Gryffindor bit his lower lip and hesitated about where the little wizards of Gryffindor College should live.

— not too far from the Slytherin house dorms.

Ultimately, he wrote, he left the decision to the two women.

Slytherin just picked out the banquet they needed to go to, and came over with several invitations sent to Gryffindor together.

"Write it, tell Ravenclaw we're going to these..." Slytherin paused, glanced at the parchment on which Gryffindor had just written some content, his eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and he reached out and nodded. After thinking about Gryffindor's decision about the dormitory, he said in a very bad way: "Your college goes to the tower."

"..." Without such bullying QAQ!

Slytherin raised the corners of his mouth happily, patted Gryffindor on the head, watched him cross out a long string of sentences and change it into a tower, and obediently wrote down the time and place of the banquet they were going to attend .

Gryffindor watched as Slytherin rolled up and tied the parchment, tied it to the paw of the waiting owl and let it fly away. With his head drooping, he looked pitifully at Slytherin who had returned to his desk, with a look on his face You are cruel, you are ruthless, and you have an unreasonable accusation expression.

In the end, the Duke of Slytherin, who was not as thick-skinned as Gryffindor, finally compromised and stated a fact in the most flat tone: "...I don't sleep in the student dormitory, and you don't have to stay in the tower."

Isn't Gryffindor always good at taking advantage of loopholes?Slytherin glanced complicatedly at Gryffindor, who was wagging his tail excitedly for a moment, and finally focused on the list in front of him, silently counting how many Galleons fell on Hogwarts .

——If you spend a lot of money, everyone will feel bad!

Although he is rich.

……

Before the first snows of winter hit England, the whole island is in a hurry.

The harvest season is approaching, and even the spread of the Muggle war has slowed down a lot. People in England have regained a lot of lost ground. At this moment, everyone, no matter refugees, military officers or invading Danes, are harvesting frantically. Everything that can be eaten in the woods and fields.

There is little food in winter, and it is not easy to survive a cold winter in the flames of war.

The wizarding world is also searching for food, but their pace is much more leisurely than that of the Muggles in the war who always need to worry about their next meal.

The banquet is also a form of celebrating the harvest. Men also want to find a beautiful and gentle lady to warm the cold bed in the cold winter and give birth to a litter of cubs in the spring.

The nobles' ideas are always biased towards the absurd, but no one can accuse them.

Slytherin and Gryffindor showed up at the first banquet they attended after the fall, with two ladies in their costumes.

The Black family is a loyal Slytherin admirer, and the origin of the two families can be traced back farther back.

Of course, at this kind of banquet, no one cares about how many stories can be involved in the previous relationship. They care more about the present and the future.

Even if the four of them had carefully dressed up, they couldn't hide the tiredness deep in their eyes. The events at Hogwarts had consumed a lot of their energy in the past two months, so it wasn't like the old ones run by nobles with a little face. The banquet was successful, and only a few well-connected nobles received Slytherin's reply.

"Salazar, your complexion doesn't look good." A man came down from the second floor, took a glass of red wine and walked towards the attention-grabbing Slytherin party, "Oh, Gryffindor, there are two ladies, You seem tired."

"Simpson, long time no see." Slytherin nodded slightly, not hiding too much in front of his friends.

"Hi! Mr. Black!" Gryffindor cheered up and replied to Simpson Black, before long, he sank down again.

"Good evening, Mr. Black, we've been busy recently." Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff held up their skirts and made a ladylike salute, with apologetic expressions.

"Blake, you had a great party - I love your foie gras!" Hufflepuff hadn't been through the ravages of Ravenclaw, and was in much better shape than the other three.

"I remember that you didn't attend many banquets recently..." Simpson Bright paused, looking up and down at the four companions who were always close and close, with long and meaningful eyes, "Have you finally decided to get engaged together? "

"...No, you're overthinking, Simpson." Slytherin interrupted his friend's thoughts.

Hufflepuff, who was not at all interested in socializing, dragged Ravenclaw to eat her favorite foie gras.

"We are preparing for a big event!" Gryffindor didn't know which high point was hit, and he suddenly became energetic.

Slytherin glanced at him, turned his head and saw a pink and tender little one running towards them.

"Uncle Slytherin!!"

"Long time no see, little Layton." Slytherin patted little Blake's head, bent down especially consciously, took out a candy from his pocket, and put it in the child's open palm.

"Thank you, Uncle Slytherin!" Little Blake took the candy, kissed Slytherin on the face, turned his head to Gryffindor, who was holding the candy in his hand and was going to give it to him, and snorted noblely and coldly. ran away.

"..." Gryffindor looked at Slytherin sadly, and looked at Little Black's father sadly.

Simpson Black looked at Gryffindor and kept laughing, until Gryffindor had a tendency to change his face before changing the subject lightly.

"What are you preparing for...a big event?"

"A school of magic." Slytherin didn't mean to hide, in fact, he also needed the help of the Black family, "If possible, I would like to ask your grandfather to invite his good friend Binns Cuthbert to be in charge of the magic school." Teacher History."

"Are you serious?" Blake opened his eyes wide. "My grandpa has a bad temper. Don't make fun of me."

"Seriously, around now next year, Little Layton is just old enough to go to school." Slytherin looked at the hesitant Black, and decided to explain from the perspective of the nobles: "Compared to the few of us, every year Only through gatherings can we get to know and communicate with other noble children, and letting the little wizards live and study together from an early age is more conducive to the cooperation of future nobles, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Black nodded in agreement, "How many people have you notified about this?"

"Besides the four of us, you are the first."

"I'm so touched, my dear friend." Blake smiled, and began to think about what he could get from it.

"You should notify the other families as soon as possible..." Slytherin didn't mind Black's selfishness, "Besides, there will be some kind of hemp among the little wizards."

"You're actually able to accept the Ma-seek wizard into your territory!?" Black felt incredible.

"Why can't you accept it?" Slytherin, who was not willing to accept it, became stiff when Black said, "The magic world needs fresh blood!"

Gryffindor, who was drinking red wine at the side, heard this rather familiar sentence, his throat choked, and the red wine choked into the air pipe, coughing and flushed, his face full of embarrassment.

Slytherin's complexion suddenly turned bad, and he looked coolly at Gryffindor, who was coughing and out of breath.

"I'll hold a banquet at my manor to announce the school." Slytherin looked at Black and squinted. "You will be pleasantly surprised."

The location of the school is a vocabulary that a group of noble friends have avoided for more than ten years.

—Hogwarts Castle by the Black Lake.