[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Slytherin shook hands, and could still feel the warm breath of Gryffindor's breath on his hands along with the oath.

He can still clearly remember the burning and intense kiss of Gryffindor in the forest, which was completely different from the almost devout swearing just now, even though Gryffindor's lips did not stick to the back of his hand in the end, Slytherin's However, obvious tactile sensations and slight stimulation can emerge in the mind.

Slytherins were overwhelmed by this strange development.

Although I have tried my best to put things aside, once I relax my mind a little, the previous scenes will keep getting into my mind and occupy the space for thinking in an instant.

"It doesn't bother me." Slytherin took a deep breath, pushing back the blood that was welling up his face.

What he really reacted to was actually the existence of the system.

It is like a mountain that can't be moved or circumvented across the road ahead, always blocking his sight of the road ahead.

But it is undeniable that the convenience and surprises brought to him by the system are much more than the depression that hit his face only recently.

So much that Slytherin can turn a blind eye to the slightest restraint-even if the system is always serious and occasionally makes a harmless joke, but during the early period when he lost his parents, if the system did not keep posting to him If the task keeps him busy and grows up quickly, there will be no Salazar Slytherin today.

He didn't know if the system had emotions, and what kind of thing it was, but Slytherin sorted out the system's gratitude clearly.

No one knew what he needed better than himself, and Slytherin took a deep breath, "I can adjust myself, Godric."

Just need to adjust the mind.

Just like a child who has reached the rebellious stage can't wait to break free from the shackles, it can be easily solved by changing his mentality, but he is always reluctant.

And he thinks he'll have to hang around for quite some time.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor was obviously not convinced, and looked at Slytherin disapprovingly.

The problem that has troubled Slytherin for so long is already a very serious situation in the eyes of Gryffindor. He has known Slytherin for more than ten years, and he has never seen such an irritable and somewhat at a loss Slytherin—— It's like being cowardly in the face of a huge monster with no way to start.

The one who saved Slytherin was still the hard-working Mr. Housekeeper. After he dealt with the inappropriateness of the boy who was brought back by the two and left him in the room in the cold, he inserted the dialogue between Gryffindor and Slytherin at the right time. , invite them to the restaurant, where dinner is ready.

Slytherin breathed a sigh of relief, and with a fresh look on his face, he smiled and invited Gryffindor to have dinner with him.

——Well, maybe it’s more appropriate to say that it’s a late-night snack. The sky has been covered by a thick black night, and you can’t see the stars in winter on the Isle of England.

Malfoy woke up at the right time, just when Slytherin and Gryffindor were putting down the tableware in the quiet dining room, the butler entered the dining room with the good news that the boy had woken up.

Malfoy's eyes were a clear blue-gray, with a frozen temperature against the cool silver-green decoration.

The young man's face was deeply contoured, with a high bridge of nose, as if it had been deliberately carved, with sharp edges and corners. It looked resolute and decisive, not like the face of the native people of England.

His still black lips were tightly pursed, revealing the reserved silence and shrewdness unique to nobles.

Malfoy quietly looked at the two men who walked in. The sensitive young man's eyes flicked across the two of them, and finally fell on the black-haired man who walked slightly forward.

Compared with the boy's outline, Slytherin was obviously slightly softer, but the slightly raised corners of his eyes and the sharp thin lips that always maintained a curvature clearly told Malfoy that this man was shrewd and smooth.

"Sir, thank you very much for saving me."

Out of noble intuition, Malfoy raised his head slightly to look at Slytherin, paused for a short while, then retracted his scrutiny, and retracted his sharp chin slightly to show his good self-cultivation and gratitude.

Slytherin raised his eyebrows. "Yes, Mr. Little—I think you should first explain why you almost froze to death by the medicine field at my manor?"

"I didn't mean to offend." Frowning slightly, a strange blush appeared on Malfoy's pale face, "Please allow me to introduce myself first, sir."

"Of course, a heroic little wizard who went deep into Britain alone before he was a teenager—" Slytherin twitched his lips, and his tone was ironic and malicious, sounding obviously threatening, "From any point of view, I would We should get to know each other well, shouldn’t we? Just think it’s for Britain.”

A dark color flashed in the young Malfoy's eyes, "My name is Fast Malfoy, sir."

"Oh, Malfoy." Slytherin nodded, took the black tea that Gryffindor brought from the butler at the door, and politely handed a cup to the boy who shivered from time to time on the bed, and repeated a few words inexplicably, "Malfoy...a good name, very suitable for a nobleman."

Obviously being teased because of your name is not uncommon for Malfoy, he didn't even change his expression, still smiling, "I think I need to know your name, sir—Malfoy always knows how to thank you .”

"Malfoy? Repaying your kindness?" Slytherin rolled his eyelids, looked up and down at Malfoy with interest for a while, and nodded kindly like an elder who embraced a junior, "Okay, little Malfoy Sir, I am Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin. I welcome you as a representative of the wizarding aristocracy of the British Isles."

"You are... Slytherin?" Malfoy seemed very surprised, he once again took a good look at the black-haired man in front of him, and turned his eyes around the tall blond man beside him, "Then, This should be Knight Godric Gryffindor, right?"

I was really surprised when I changed to Slytherin this time, "Why do you know us?"

"Your heroic demeanor of slaying giant dragons has been spread throughout the entire continent by dwarves and elves, and recently it has been rumored that you are planning to establish a school..." Malfoy paused, and stopped talking.

The two people who stayed in front of the boy did not expect their fame to reach such a level. They once thought that making a name for themselves in England was already the limit.

Obviously, there are more wizards who have heard about their deeds than expected, and there must be more people who know about Hogwarts.

But the young man in front of him most likely came not just for this matter, otherwise, how could he have landed in such a coincidental place near Slytherin Manor.

Both people in the room knew very well about Slytherin's status in Britain.

"Then why are you here?" Gryffindor looked at Slytherin, who was drinking tea leisurely, without any intention of continuing to ask, and then looked back at Malfoy, whose hair color and eye color were quite similar to his , asked in a daze.

"..." Malfoy was silent. He thought about his purpose and thought about the fact that Slytherin had specially emphasized the recruitment of witches and wizards when he announced the news of Hogwarts, but he still remained silent in the end.

Slytherin didn't care about Malfoy's concealment, and he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to Britain.As for Malfoy, his memories from later generations told him honestly that this family was proud of Slytherin, and they were downright vipers.

When you look at your own children, it's natural how you look at them.

Slytherin tugged at the back of Gryffindor's collar, not trying to save face at all.

He looked Malfoy up and down for a while before he said, "Are you going to stay at Hogwarts?"

"Uh...?" Malfoy obviously didn't consider the possibility that Slytherin would take the initiative to keep him, and after being stunned for a while, he shook his head lightly, his gray-blue eyes were firm, and his tone was firm: "I still There is something to do."

"..." The corners of Slytherin's raised lips flattened after being flatly rejected, and the air pressure suddenly dropped.

Gryffindor glanced at Slytherin, as if he had been reborn, exuding utter joy and ease.

The emotional difference between the two was a bit big, and Malfoy carefully looked at this side and then there, but in the end he still didn't decide who was more important to please, "Malfoy will remember to repay the favor... no matter how much time passes, I will I swear on Malfoy's name."

Slytherin, who was humiliated in front of Gryffindor, was noncommittal, feeling that most of the mellow black tea in the teacup had lost its taste.

The sound of the cup knocking on the wooden table was dull and obvious in the quiet room. Slytherin raised his chin, met Malfoy's gaze, and moved slightly closer. He clenched Malfoy's thin fist and swore an oath. Hand, self-assertively launched the oath.

"Just remember, dear little Mr. Malfoy, your blood will inherit this oath until the last trace of Slytherin is lost."

Gryffindor is indeed a good buddy who has partnered with Slytherin for more than ten years. He was only stunned for a moment when Slytherin held Malfoy's hand. When the oath began, he recovered and waved his wand .

Two red snakes covered with fine scales wrapped around the clasped hands of Slytherin and Malfoy, and finally wrapped around their thumbs, and then dissipated into the air without catching a trace. trace.

"The oath is established!" Before Malfoy came back to his senses—or, before he had a chance to resist at all, Gryffindor's voice sounded, announcing the establishment of the contract that bound Malfoy's bloodline for thousands of years.

The atmosphere of the two people who had cheated Malfoy into a trap once again became happy and relaxed. Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor approvingly. After achieving his goal, he no longer planned to talk to Malfoy who had lost his face. blessing.

"You can stay here until your body recovers, little Mr. Malfoy." Slytherin stood up from the chair, "I can entrust the butler with things, other things..."

Malfoy, who had been tricked, looked very bad. He gave Slytherin a sleepy look, and looked down at the place on his hand where the oath snake had just crawled over. He gritted his teeth but had to submissively say, "I won't do anything that harms you." Hogwarts business."

"That's good - of course, we welcome your descendants to study at Hogwarts at any time." Slytherin happily enjoyed the strong malice of the little nobleman, "Malfoy is satisfied with my college, dear little sir , Hogwarts can become your second home."

Malfoy sneered, the boy's behavior is not as good as Slytherin's.

After Slytherin followed Gryffindor out of the room, he could no longer maintain a good face, threw the pillow resentfully, and then plunged into the bathroom.

Once you come, you can't go back empty-handed!

The Malfoy boy thought viciously, and decided to live in the Slytherin Manor generously until his family successfully crossed the ocean and led the group of greedy, stupid and humble Muggles into Britain.

Slytherin listened outside the door for a while, and smiled happily. He looked back at Gryffindor who couldn't understand, and raised his chin, "Godric, you know, the first thing a nobleman needs to exercise is One skill is thick skin."

And Fast Malfoy, and even the entire Malfoy family, will display this skill to the fullest in the days to come, on the land of Britain.

——As expected of his own child, even if he is holding back his anger, he still looks so cute.