[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The Duke of Slytherin had never been one to doubt himself.

Slytherin knows how much knights attach importance to oaths. As long as they are conscious of it, it doesn't matter if they are formal things like oaths and promises, and they are not actually implemented.

He was willing to believe in Gryffindor, and he didn't want a restricted hurdle between him and Gryffindor.

Of course, there is still one thing that has not been said. There are no absolutes in the world, and there will always be some things that develop beyond people's expectations, such as the tasks given to him by the system.

And with the checks and balances of the oath, it must be very painful for Gryffindor to make decisions and behaviors that are contrary to the principles.

Slytherin didn't want to make things too difficult for Gryffindor.

The little wizards followed Hufflepuff like a group of chickens and left the restaurant. Behind the door of the restaurant, the seniors of their respective colleges who entered early took them to the college dormitory.

Everything is going well, and the sense of déjà vu is so strong that it seems that it has been a thousand years later.No persecution of wizards, no Muggle wars, no hidden dangers of dark wizards.

Slytherin held his chin and watched as he sent the last little wizard out of the dining room, and Gryffindor left with the other professors to prepare for the night watch.

The huge restaurant was empty and there was only a thin figure left.

The corners of the Duke of Slytherin's upturned mouth were flattened, and his back, which had always been straight under the bright candlelight in the empty hall, leaned back, leaning a little lazily on the soft backrest, resting his head on the soft cloth and looking at the black man. The ceiling of the dark clouds rolling in the lacquer.

A lot of things happened during this period, Slytherin took a deep breath, waved his wand to amplify the calming potion he was carrying with him, opened the cap and drank it hastily.

He felt tired, but he had to stand at the front and carry it.

Slytherin moved his fingers slightly, and slid twice in the void, staring at the panel in front of him that only he could see carefully.

Most of the skill trees that were originally lit up are now mostly black again, and the white magic has completely turned into a gray and black piece. Even the simplest healing magic has been returned to its original form, and it has been marked as unlearnable.

On the side of the neutral magic and the black magic, there are dots of stars shining, and the magic elements are always active, carefully exuding kindness towards him like a child expecting to be caressed.

"...Dark wizard is not a good name." Slytherin's deep voice was so soft that it was barely audible in the empty hall.

He himself doesn't mind having black magic at all. After all, even before his skills were cleaned, he was mostly good at black magic, but now it's just a little more extreme.

However, it has to be admitted that dark wizards are not a very good name, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world.

Black wizard is a noun that is always tied to killing and evil deeds.

Slytherin looked at the skill tree for a long time, until he could no longer hear the movements of the little wizards outside the restaurant, then he stood up and left the restaurant to go to his dormitory.

The silver-green intertwined decoration looks a little cold, but the magic circle makes the whole room warm, without feeling a bit of coolness.

Slytherin took off his robe and threw it aside, frowned at the unfinished documents piled up on the desk, and finally swept it aside and spread out a new parchment.

He was still worried about the group of students from the Muggle world, especially the two who came from the British royal family, except for their blood, they completely met the criteria for recruiting students from Slytherin.

Slytherin fully understands how terrifying nobles are, especially nobles who are smart, capable and powerful enough.

For example, he himself said that he wanted to establish a magic school, which almost caused the entire European magic world to boil——Muggle aristocrats in Britain, once they knew that the wizards hiding in the dark still had such power, those people who wanted power Nine times out of ten, the crazy nobles will push the wizards out and put them under the eyes of the church, while they themselves watch the two sides fight and reap the benefits.

Even 11-year-olds are not to be underestimated, and fortunately, it was Ravenclaw that they ended up entering.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Slytherin always needs to think about the school.

After all, this is the castle that has been crowned the hope of the wizarding world. Even Slytherin feels a heavy responsibility and has to cheer up 12 points.

Especially in these early days.

……

"Godric, come to my room." Just after class, Gryffindor saw Slytherin leaning against the door and knocked lightly.

The Duke of Slytherin, who has always paid attention to his image, had a light layer of dark blue under his eyes, even with an elegant smile on his face, he couldn't cover up that blemish.

The first-year wizards of Slytherin College and Gryffindor College, who were arranged to attend classes together due to Gryffindor's bad intentions, all straightened their backs, trying to give the headmaster a good mental outlook.

——Because you can add points.

Gryffindor College, which was dragged down by its own dean yesterday, was particularly active.

"Oh yes, children, get out of class is over!" Gryffindor almost couldn't wait, waved his wand to sort out the messy parchment, and ran out with his hands.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor caught up with Slytherin a few steps, leaned over and glanced at him briefly, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Hmm." Slytherin replied vaguely, tilting his head in the crowded corridor, a little further away from Gryffindor, and added, "Don't get too close."

"Can't you sleep well, do you want me to accompany you!" Gryffindor didn't realize that he was disgusted at all, rubbing his hands and said confidently, "I promise to sleep until dawn!"

"..." Slytherin gave him a cool look and snorted coldly.

"..." Gryffindor touched his nose and smiled.

There are always thick files piled up in Slytherin's room, and the flickering lights and shadows under the orange-yellow firelight look eerie.

Because of too many case files, and in order to ensure that he would not faint on the parchment, Slytherin's room was kept at a relatively high temperature and dry, so that every day when he woke up, he always felt uncomfortable with his throat burning.

"Salazar, do you really not consider moving into my room?" Gryffindor asked seriously, although there were some selfish and unspoken thoughts, but more for Slytherin care.

"Well... let's talk about it." Slytherin picked up the corner of his mouth, and sorted out the materials on the desk last night, "There are some incredible characters in this group of young wizards, if possible, I hope to pay more attention to them one time."

"The two of the British royal family?"

"Yes." Slytherin bit his lower lip and frowned slightly, "Actually, in my opinion, they should be expelled from Hogwarts directly."

"Don't do this, Salazar." Gryffindor took a few steps forward and stuck to Slytherin. Seeing that the other party didn't intend to whip him, he let go and hugged him, with his head on Slytherin's neck. After a while, "Maybe they are not malicious."

Slytherin was silent for a while, turned his head for a while, brushed his lips against Gryffindor's forehead, and leaned back slightly.

"Godric, what do you think about the dark wizard?"

Gryffindor paused, and frowned slightly, "It's okay, dark wizards have stopped a lot recently."

"Hmm." Slytherin didn't intend to dwell on the topic any more, "I have a class on Dark Arts later."

"I'll go with you." Gryffindor was unwilling to let go of him, and tightly wrapped his arms around him. "You teach black magic, and I teach defense!"

"Ravenclaw will beat you, Defense Against the Dark Arts is her lesson."

Gryffindor shook his head and snorted twice, "She can't beat me!"

"..."

Slytherin thought this behavior was a bit stupid, and was about to say something when Hufflepuff rushed into the office to interrupt him.

"Something happened to the little wizard!" Hufflepuff was not at all surprised by the attitude of the two companions, and grabbed Slytherin, "In the forest--Merlin, I should have included the ban on entering the forest. School training!"

"Don't panic, what happened?" Slytherin frowned slightly before recovering.

"It's a horseman."

"what?"

"A little wizard ran into the centaur tribe!"

"..." Damn it.

"Helga, did you go to the forest in class?" Gryffindor followed, feeling a little dissatisfied that the two-person world with Slytherin was interrupted.

"...I was just teaching them how to deal with mandrakes growing wild." Hufflepuff muttered a few words, "but they disappeared when they turned around. They were students of Gryffindor College!"

Slytherin glanced at the choked Gryffindor, his brows and eyes were bent and he remained silent.

The centaurs were quite friendly to the little wizards in Hogwarts, at least not like the old Slytherin Duke who broke into their territory for the first time, and was greeted by overwhelming arrows as soon as he stepped into their tribe.

Salazar Slytherin gave them a lot of benefits, and it was not difficult for them to treat the little wizards who broke in because of their heroic complex politely.

——Even horse people have vanity.

They have a part in slaying the dragon, and there are horse people in the praises spread throughout the continent.

This is a great boon to the centaurs whose status and race have always been quite embarrassing, and for Slytherin, they are undoubtedly very grateful.

"Oh, we meet again, little Slytherin." The elder centaur carried a little wizard with a sad face, and stood at the gate of the tribe, waiting for the professors who came to pick him up.

"Yes, elder." Slytherin took the little wizard next, patted his head lightly, and announced the deduction of points.

"There is a prophecy." The elder stroked his beard and glanced at Gryffindor behind him, "My dear little Slytherin, your future has changed."

Slytherin froze, his mouth pursed into a straight line.