[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The night in the forest is moist and cool.

Hogwarts, which has curfew regulations like a thousand years later, is silent in the dark night. A few scattered stars are shining in the night sky in early autumn, and the moonlight is quietly hidden behind the clouds. Hogwarts Castle by the black lake There was no light.

A soft greenish glow floats along the edge of the Black Lake like a firefly in the middle of summer.

The tip of Slytherin's wand exuded a soft light, illuminating the forest road ahead with some withered and yellow leaves in the dark night.

The road is not easy to walk, and the mud by the lake is still a little slippery.

In the quiet night, where only the chirping of insects could be heard, the sound of Slytherin's footsteps trampling on the grass was very obvious.

He had just finished his night watch.

He didn't have a good impression of the first Dark Arts class, because Gryffindor's troubles made the class situation very bad.

The little wizards were all focused on the Patronus summoned by Gryffindor, while completely ignoring the lessons he was supposed to be teaching.

It was rare that he wanted to take the class seriously. Slytherin was very dissatisfied with Gryffindor's anti-guest behavior, but he had to admit that Gryffindor was better at capturing children's interest than he was.

Slytherin felt that he was only suitable for teaching individual lessons, rather than giving a big lesson to a large group of young wizards.

Of course, it has to be mentioned that there is another reason why he is not angry with Gryffindor, that is, he himself is a little absent-minded.

This was a very serious mistake for the Duke of Slytherin, who pursued perfection in everything he did, but he failed to solve his distraction successfully.

He is very concerned about the future that the horse people said.

He wasn't sure what the centaurs meant by the future.

If the future really changed, did it become more appropriate to his memory, or did it differ from his memory.

He was constantly vacillating between the two possibilities, and the safety of Hogwarts and his own future development made him uneasy.

That's why he couldn't wait to leave Hogwarts for the centaur tribe the next second the night watch was over.

Under the path near the edge of the forest in Black Lake, there is still a stone slab buried in the teleportation array—this is the last remaining teleportation array that has not been removed by the centaur.

Slytherin flicked his wand lightly, the bright green light went out, and the figure disappeared in the next second.

The centaur elder is a wise man.

He is proficient in star trails and astrology, has a wise mind and hundreds of years of complicated experience.

Before the centaur tribe migrated to the forest by the black lake, he was already the leader of the tribe, and hundreds of years later, he still led the centaur tribe, seeking good luck and avoiding evil, and living peacefully and calmly.

"I knew you were back, little Slytherin." The centaur elder stood not far from the teleportation circle, his long and thick beard covered his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face were a bit heavy, but his figure remained the same. Big and strong.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, Mr. Elder." Slytherin bowed apologetically, frankly, "I care about what you said during the day."

"Is the future?" The centaur elder scratched the ground with his front hooves, kicked the grass on the ground, and waved his big hand to Slytherin, "It's really dark tonight, but I think you don't mind being with me." I look at the stars?"

Slytherin froze for a moment, looked at the centaur elder in surprise, and nodded quickly after a moment, "Thank you very much, Mr. Elder."

The so-called star-watching by the centaur elders refers to the astrology of the centaur people.

Elders seldom give horoscopes to others in person, and only newly born ponies in the tribe can enjoy such an honor—only once in a lifetime.

"Oh, you have to keep this matter a secret. Children are always jealous." The centaur elder turned his head, stretched out a finger and nodded his beard.

—That’s probably where the mouth is.

Slytherin blinked, showing that he understood.

"The stars are a bit obscure today." The centaur elder took out two cups from his vine tree hut, and handed one to Slytherin.

The latter thanked him, took a few steps back quietly, looked at the centaur elder who was looking up at the stars, and waited for his inner calculation and ceremony to end.

What he held in his hand was a drink brewed by the centaur tribe. It had a strange smell, but it was very sweet and delicious.

Slytherin used to like to drink this, but now he wants to know more about the so-called future.

The centaur elder stepped on the ground with his heels, lowered his head and took a sip of his drink.

"How is it, sir?"

"Oh, it's actually a bit bad." The centaur elder turned his head, his light blue eyes were full of regret, "Your Hogwarts is about to be clouded, this is not a good sign."

"..." Slytherin tightened his grip on the cup, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What about the future—my own future."

"The light of Mercury is blocked by gray shadows, several main stars are running in the opposite direction, and the silent dark star is shining again." The voice of the centaur elder paused suddenly, and he spoke again after a long while: "It's really quite a dark star track—although it's already very dark. Oops, but I have to say something anyway, young Slytherin."

"You say." Slytherin lowered his head and rubbed the rim of his cup, thinking about the meaning of the old centaur's words.

"I'm afraid the centaur tribe will hide again. I hope you can make this forest a forbidden area and stop letting little wizards in." The old man smacked his lips, "You have to be hidden again as soon as you are admitted. It is the fate of the horse people."

"Related to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, in exchange, the centaur tribe can help you successfully get through the shadows of Hogwarts this time." The centaur elder thought for a while and drank all the drinks in the quilt. "After that, you can only work hard on your own." , young Slytherin."

"Thank you for your advice." Slytherin toasted him respectfully, and bowed in gratitude after drinking the same gulp.

"You are very good, little Slytherin, much better than your father." The elder centaur smiled as if thinking of something very happy, with a look of reminiscence, "But your father's star path is better than yours. It should be much clearer, but it is a pity that it came to an abrupt end."

"..."

"Look, that's your star." The centaur elder pointed to a point in the dark sky, "It's beautiful. It used to shine brightly, but now it faces twists and turns and challenges. Once your father His star also faced these, and then he successfully carried it over and over again, his star became more and more dazzling, more and more brilliant, but finally disappeared in Tianlongxing."

Slytherin looked in the direction the elder centaur pointed, but couldn't make out which of the few twinkling, not so obvious stars represented him.

Astrology is not a field he can touch.

"I will go further than my father." Slytherin put down the cup. "I should go back to Hogwarts, Mr. Elder."

"Yes, it's getting late." The centaur elder waved his hand, his eyes still keeping his eyes on the vast night sky, "Slow down, everyone is asleep."

Slytherin silently left the centaur tribe.

There was too much information revealed in the words of the centaur elders, which made him a little unacceptable—except for the statement that several main stars were running in opposite directions, the others were somewhat plausible and incomprehensible.

The figure of Slytherin disappeared into the darkness, the elder centaur retracted his gaze from the night, tilted his head and coughed harshly.

The bushes on one side made rustling noises, and within a few seconds a golden head popped out. After turning around to make sure no one was there, it popped out and patted the grass clippings and dead leaves on its body.

"You two are too worried about Hogwarts." The elder centaur laughed twice, "Besides, you don't need to hide at all."

"Ah..." Gryffindor scratched his head and laughed twice, "I don't really want to be seen by Sarah to see me coming here, and Salazar...probably doesn't want me to know this, he always has something to do Keep it from me."

"Everyone has secrets." The centaur elder stroked his beard, "Young man, Slytherin is different from you. He is more used to trying his best to solve things by himself."

"But we hope that he can rely more on his companions, he is too tired." Gryffindor hung his head, walked to the place where Slytherin was standing and picked up the cup, and the whole person looked uneasy, "Sarah Cha will be fine, right?"

"He has a bright enough guiding star." The centaur elder taunted Gryffindor kindly for a while before he was willing to let go of the red-faced and anxious man, "If you are firm enough, then setbacks and tribulations are not enough. For fear."

Gryffindor's eyes lit up as if he understood something.

"Don't be too complacent, you are one of the main stars that are gradually moving away." The centaur elder hit the blond man unceremoniously.

"How could it be! We just..." Gryffindor's voice stopped, and he blinked and stopped talking.

"His guiding star is not you, don't think too much about it." The centaur elder stretched out his rough and thick hand and rubbed Gryffindor's head, "But Slytherin needs someone to accompany him, and you have to be by his side .”

"Of course I'll be by his side!"

"I hope so." The centaur elder snatched the cup from Gryffindor's hand, "It's time for you to go back to Hogwarts, maybe Slytherin will look for you—and don't come to the centaur tribe again , unless we invite you."

"why?!"

"Because the centaur tribe doesn't want to be involved in the disaster of Hogwarts at all." The elder centaur slapped Gryffindor's face to stop the other party's words, and raised a finger, "help you solve the problem Very good."

In fact, Slytherin did not go to Gryffindor, but turned into the forest to search for the snakes that had been driven into the forest.

The only ones he could guess that would bring disaster to Hogwarts were the few young wizards who were newly enrolled with sensitive identities.

As the most familiar and pervasive snake to Hogwarts, it is the best choice as a watcher.

The Duke of Slytherin, who was so alerted to the extreme by a few words from the centaur elder, dug out the rewards from the previous main mission from his backpack.

The moment the basilisk egg touched the air, a crack appeared. Under the fluorescent light, Slytherin could almost see the traces of the tiny snake-like creatures swimming inside.

The first rays of morning light broke through the darkness and fell into the forest.

Passing by the green canopy and gently laying on the white and fragile eggshell, a small emerald green triangular head sticks out, and the tiny letter swallows and swallows.

It was covered in emerald green scales that were still soft and fragile, with a small bump on its forehead.

The Slytherin stretched his fingers towards the newborn basilisk, his eyes closed, and a scalp-numbing hiss came from his throat.

[Differ, your name is Differ. ]

After speaking, he opened his eyes, and his dark eyes focused on the small emerald green basilisk with orange-yellow vertical pupils.

There is no death.

[Congratulations to the player Salazar Slytherin for getting the pet Basilisk Diffind. 】