[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The Slytherin Manor, which had been vacant for nearly a month, was still clean and fresh.

The flames were beeping and beeping in the fireplace, and the heat transfer made the whole hall look warm.

Slytherin was followed by Gryffindor, who was holding Malfoy in his arms, and they entered the warm living room with the wind and snow in their bodies.

"Housekeeper, go to my pharmacy and get a recovery potion to..." Slytherin swallowed the words "my room" under Gryffindor's scorching gaze, "The easternmost guest room on the first floor. "

"Okay, Duke." The butler carefully folded the robe that Slytherin handed over, bowed respectfully and obediently, and left the living room.

With his good manners, he didn't even give the person in Gryffindor's arms a single extra look.

"Let's go." Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor, and led him to the guest room where he had told the housekeeper.

There are many guest rooms in Slytherin Manor, but few people have stayed in them for more than ten years.

But even if it had very little chance to welcome guests, the dust-removing spell added inside and the temperature-regulating magic circle covering the entire manor were running meticulously from beginning to end.

Gryffindor gently put him on the bed. Although he really wanted to throw him on the bed, but after thinking about the only sentence Slytherin revealed, he was wise not to do that stupid thing.

Neither of them is very good at taking care of the wounded and sick. Even Gryffindor and Slytherin rely mostly on potions to heal themselves.

And now this young man lying on the bed obviously doesn't have their recovery ability.

Frozen in the icy snow, the young man's pale lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat from being beaten in the warm and dry environment kept oozing out and rolling down on the soft skin. on the pillow.

The consequences of this going on are probably only dehydration and a cold.

It's a pity that even if Slytherin knows the consequences, he doesn't know how to deal with it. Generally speaking... it can be solved with a dose of potion.

But looking at the young man's weakness so weak that even his breathing was weak, Slytherin felt that if it was just a potion, it might not be able to cure the disease.

Slytherin struggled for a while, and finally, after looking at each other with Gryffindor, directed the other party to put a bath of hot water.

His hand paused for a long time on the collar of the young man's thin wizard robe that was tightly attached to the collarbone. In the end, he was interrupted by the butler who knocked on the door before he could complete the mental construction.

Slytherin stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief, "Housekeeper, give him medicine after cleaning his body, and then prepare food."

The butler responded, and took over Slytherin's embarrassment with a smile. His eyes turned around the light-blond boy lying on the bed several times, wondering about the identity of this frail little boy.

—It doesn't look like a Slytherin, but more like a Gryffindor in appearance.

Thinking of this, Mr. Housekeeper took a few glances at Gryffindor who came out of the bathroom with hot water. After seeing him very uncomfortable, he bent down and easily picked up the light-bodied boy into the bathroom.

Gryffindor straightened his collar strangely, feeling a little creepy at the butler's weird eyes.

"I need a cup of hot cocoa. Let's go to the living room, Salazar." Gryffindor was still thinking about Slytherin's confession, and by the way, he won some benefits for himself. A little cramped.

Slytherin looked at Gryffindor for a while, and after confirming that the lion's fur was really smoothed, he relaxed his breath and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Well, let's go." Slytherin cleaned up all the things that happened in the forest before and threw them aside, automatically shifting gears in his mind to put the things in front of him at the forefront.

The mellow smell of cocoa wafted in the quiet living room, and a gentle and peaceful atmosphere flowed between the two people sitting opposite each other.

Slytherin considered for a while, looked up at Gryffindor, who was a little strangely quiet, and frowned.

——Actually, if possible, he also looks forward to receiving a daily task... or something.

However, after waiting for so long, Gryffindor didn't intend to ask for the task, so he regretfully chose to give up.

Anyway, stretching out the head and retracting the head is also a knife, and Slytherin no longer has ink stains, and opened his mouth not long after tidying up.

"I can see some of the future." Slytherin paused, and added: "About the millennium later, but it's very vague."

Gryffindor was stunned, and he was not surprised that Slytherin could see the future. After all, it is a bit difficult to trace the origin of the Slytherin family. What kind of strange blood has been mixed in? Nor is it surprising.

It is not uncommon for a family that can become a wizard nobleman to be more or less enlightened—for example, a son or daughter, or himself, suddenly undergoes a mutation or returns to his ancestors one day.

"Thousands of years?"

"Yes, after a thousand years, only after a thousand years, the ones that are further ahead... are too vague to capture." In fact, he really didn't know what happened during the period, and the only ones that he could grasp were probably those that would be famous in later generations. The family and his three companions.

"Is it related to that Malfoy?" Gryffindor was a little stunned, and he could probably guess a lot of information, "Does Malfoy have a very important position after a thousand years?"

"...Yes, it's not just Malfoy, but Malfoy is very important-in fact, a lot of it is about Hogwarts." Slytherin was silent for a while, "About, my last descendant A confrontation with a young wizard from Gryffindor House."

"Descendants!?" Gryffindor was obviously thinking of Slytherin, and then he shifted his attention, "Is our two houses fighting?"

Slytherin was silent again, and it took a long time before he spoke: "...the mortal enemy."

Gryffindor was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

"The headmasters of contemporary Hogwarts...you and that little wizard in your academy and the entire wizarding world paid a great price and completely killed my descendants." Slytherin said, feeling quite Awkwardly, he lowered his eyes slightly to look at the thick wool carpet covering the ground, waiting for Gryffindor to come back to his senses.

"Why?" Gryffindor pursed his lips and twisted the handle of the cup tightly, thinking it shouldn't be.

"I don't know. And after a thousand years...except for my descendants, I didn't see your descendants in Hogwarts." Regarding this point, it's good that he wasn't the one who cut off children and grandchildren. Slytherin is so happy He thought, even if he bends over, the little padded jacket of the system will free up a descendant for him.

"Oh...that's really unfortunate." Gryffindor rubbed his face, trying his best to look relaxed, "How about Hogwarts in a thousand years?"

"Everything is fine." If you exclude the troubles caused by his descendant.

From Slytherin's point of view, it's not a big problem for young wizards from two houses to choke each other, it's just a harmless prank at best, but his stupid descendant actually killed someone in Hogwarts!

"It's far away from us in a thousand years, Salazar." Looking at his companion's expression, Gryffindor knew that Slytherin must not be telling the truth, and he was glad that the other party didn't wear a mask in front of him—at least not at this time Concealed, "You want to compensate the Malfoy family in advance for your descendants, there is nothing wrong with that."

"..." Slytherin raised the corners of his mouth, with a weird and reluctant expression.

The school established by one hand was disturbed by their own descendants, and some young wizards no longer dared to enroll or even dropped out of school. This completely violated their original intention of establishing the school.

But Slytherin didn't intend to tell Gryffindor this.

Voldemort's unbearable, it was enough for him to know a thousand years ago.

He is even more willing to pave a better path for the descendant who will come in a thousand years, but the changes in a thousand years are too great, and even Hogwarts cannot be immune to many changes.

Thinking of this, Slytherin wisely decided to give priority to the present.

He raised his spirits, and after a long while, he hesitated and tentatively said: "I also saw something about our future."

Gryffindor really came alive, his azure eyes gleaming with worry became bright, and he waited with anticipation for Slytherin's next words.

"...I'm sorry, Godric." Slytherin admitted that he didn't have any good intentions. He looked at Gryffindor's expectations with interest and gloat, and narrowed his dark eyes: "Our relationship from now on will not be that good. good."

"You must be delusional, Salazar." Gryffindor shook his head without thinking, "Maybe it will be Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff who will have a bad relationship with you in the future, but it will never be me .”

Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor and snorted softly, like a sneer or a sarcasm, staring at the hot cocoa in his hand, but there was confusion and a little bit of emotion in his eyes.

"...Probably." Slytherin didn't want to argue with Gryffindor about such a meaningless question.

Even though he has always been looking forward to being able to go through a life of ups and downs at Hogwarts with three like-minded companions, but it is obvious that he cannot live so comfortably in all aspects.

"If you are anxious and impatient because of this, I swear—" Gryffindor stood up and took a step in front of Slytherin, raised his right hand and gave him a deep knightly salute, "Egran In the name of Fendor, I swear to Merlin that I, Godric Gryffindor, will never make any move or decision to turn my back on Salazar Slytherin."

Slytherin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly wanted to stop Gryffindor's unfulfilled oath, but he was stunned because of the firm and devout eyes of the other party.

"If there is any violation, the glory and the title of knight will be deprived, and the bloodline will be abandoned."

"You're crazy!" Slytherin finally came back to his senses, and quickly pulled away when Gryffindor's lips touched the back of his hand and successfully concluded the oath, "I don't need your surrender, Godric G Lanffindor!"

"But you're bothered by it!"

"..." Slytherin felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

——Brother, you really think too much!