[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The reason why Turs Black is so powerful is that the power of the Church, which Slytherin couldn't penetrate, was almost touched by Black.

Perhaps it is because of the extra precautionary relationship with the Slytherin family. The church seems to be very repulsed by the relationship network under Slytherin, so that in the Muggle world with strong beliefs, although the income from the Slytherin family's offline business is not very high. Too bad but not too good.

But the Black family is different. They are attached to Slytherin, and after expressing a little bit of inclination, they are regarded by the church as a corner that can be pried.

Even though Tours Black clearly drew a line with the Black family, he did not do more firm things - such as changing his surname.

In this era, it is allowed to change the surname if you want to set up another family and break away from the family.

As long as he has this ability, he will be able to find a talent who dares to fight hard. This is simply a matter of fame and fortune.

And Turs Black didn't do that.

His ability is indeed very strong, but he never chose to change his surname, which is one of the reasons why his small manor is so deserted.

Nobles do certain things by relying on the power of their families, which is almost the default thing in the entire wizarding world.If you don't change your surname and set up a new family, no matter how much you do yourself, it will be attributed to the head of the family.

Slytherin didn't know why Tursblack chose to keep his last name, but it didn't prevent him from working with Mr. Black.

He could foresee that after the things they discussed were implemented, Slytherin's income in the Muggle world could quadruple.

Nothing pleases a Slytherin more than in a partnership.

Pry it, pry it, be careful to pry off the corner and be crushed to death by the wall falling down.

The Slytherin, who rarely smiled after seeing Black, raised his eyebrows happily, cut a small piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Salazar, are you happy?" Gryffindor leaned over and poked Slytherin in the ribs.

Slytherin has been in a bad mood for the past few days, which directly caused Gryffindor to hold back his desires, groaning and not daring to bring it up, and could only solve it with his hands.

It was... an incomparable pain!

"It's okay." Slytherin said perfunctorily. He looked at the small piece of steak left on the plate, touched his somewhat full stomach, and hesitated between wasting food and eating it.

"You have been in a bad mood for the past few days, I'm worried." Gryffindor glanced at Slytherin, then at the steak on the plate, and with a flick of his mouth, he took his own fork and stuffed it into his mouth inside.

"..." Slytherin finally looked him in the eye.

"Salazar?" Gryffindor swallowed the steak and touched his face under the silent gaze of Slytherin. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Slytherin watched the dinner plate disappear before him, "The day after tomorrow is Halloween."

Gryffindor naturally knew what Slytherin was referring to, and fell silent immediately.

Slytherin did not tell the other three companions about his cooperation with Black. There is no need to talk about the things that have been resolved. It is also a good choice to rot in the stomach.

"You take that little basilisk with you, I think it's not bad." At least not as afraid of killing as Slytherin.

Slytherin intending to keep the basilisk in Hogwarts: "..."

"Take it, it's better than..." Gryffindor silenced his voice wisely, then said after a pause, "Go to my room later, I'll give you the invisibility cloak, it's always good to bring these things .”

"Yeah." Slytherin responded, watching Gryffindor move extremely quickly to end his dinner, got up and took Slytherin's arm and left the restaurant very excitedly.

Hufflepuff silently glanced at their backs, then turned to look at the thoughtful young wizard on the student bench of Slytherin House, and sighed inwardly.

I always feel that these two people will mislead a group of little wizards by being so unabashed.

Gryffindor's room still had a warm and enthusiastic color, but it was a pity that Slytherin had not had time to feel a little bit of emotion when he entered the room, and was pressed against the wall by Gryffindor and gnawed hard.

The bad memories from before flooded back in an instant. The livid Slytherin finally couldn't take it anymore when Gryffin's hand reached into his wizard robe, and punched him hard in the stomach.

"Hmm!" Gryffindor took two steps back, clutching his stomach, blushing, and looked at Slytherin pitifully.

Slytherin looked at him, and after a while, his tense body relaxed before walking over.

"Take it off." He raised his chin, his eyes glanced at Gryffindor's abdomen, and there was a flash of worry in his eyes.

His punch was not light, and he regretted it after he hit it.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor whimpered pitifully, climbed onto the bed with a whimper, stripped off the remaining inner garment of the wizard robe, his limbs were spread wide, exposing his belly.

"..." It was so stupid!Slytherins thought Gryffindors were too stupid to look at at times.

But no matter how stupid he should be, he shouldn't be beaten like this. Slytherin was quickly attracted by the bruises on Gryffindor's belly, narrowed his eyes, took out the wound medicine and poured it on his hands, and then rubbed it for Gryffindor. opened.

If this punch was punched by someone else, Gryffindor probably didn't need to fight back, he just wanted to kill that person directly.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Groove, really not a man.

Thinking of this, Slytherin's movements became much lighter.

Gryffindor snorted comfortably, the cool potion smell on his belly was a bit strange, and it gradually became hot after kneading it.

For 1 minute, Gryffindor lamented Slytherin's rare tenderness in his heart.

Five minutes later, Gryffindor's whimpering became muffled.

For 10 minutes, Gryffindor's belly was tense from being rubbed.

For 15 minutes, Gryffindor couldn't take it anymore.

"Salazar." He finally howled, so violently that it shocked the sleepy Slytherin who was so absorbed in rubbing his belly that he woke up completely.

"What?" Slytherin blinked, looked at the bruise on Gryffindor's belly, and wondered if he couldn't control his strength enough to hurt him.

"I'm hard."

"……"wipe!It's crazy!

Slytherin shook his hand and poked it down hard, hearing Gryffindor's miserable howl, he felt a lot more relieved.

What happened next will not be repeated.

The next morning, the young wizards failed to see their respected Slytherin headmaster appear in the dining room.

……

On Halloween, Hogwarts is decorated with jack-o-lanterns, and the dining room is hung with all kinds of weird decorations that are not very edible-these are from the handwriting of Gryffindor students.

The little wizards entered happily wearing their respective gowns and masks.

Fire clouds have already appeared in the sky, and the dim night swallowed up the last brilliance of the day little by little.

Slytherin stood beside Hogsmeade and looked at the noisy Hogwarts castle from a distance, and opened the door and got in under the reminder of the coachman.

It had rained on Hallowe'en Eve, and the road was wet and muddy, and the jolting of the carriage was even worse.

It was rare for Slytherin not to dislike the bumps of the carriage, he pursed his lips and frowned tightly.

At his feet coiled a snake as thick as a baby's arm. Its scales were emerald green, and it looked dark and deep in the dark carriage. A little fluff grew on the protruding part of its forehead. It was currently sleeping with its eyes closed.

Slytherin was silent in the dimly lit carriage, fingers crossed and kept moving, revealing a trace of restlessness and anxiety in his heart and eyes.

He remembered the burned wizards he saw last year, and remembered that the church had a way to strip wizards of their magical abilities.

There was a slight hint of retreat and fear in his heart, and after thinking about the people behind him, he suppressed this wavering without hesitation—for Hogwarts, for those little wizards, go big Said that for the sake of the entire wizarding world, he could not back down.

Slytherins should have no fear, at least not when facing the Church.

He took a deep breath, and felt a lot more relaxed after pulling up Defende who was sleeping soundly.

In the approaching night, the carriage carrying Slytherin sped along the muddy and slippery road.

In Hogwarts, Ravenclaw and Blake, who arrived at Hogwarts for the first time, held hands and walked into the specially decorated restaurant of Hogwarts with the arrival of night.

They will start their engagement ceremony under the witness of Hogwarts professors and students.

The nobles who had a good relationship with Black and Ravenclaw all walked into the Hogwarts castle from Hogsmeade, and they searched for traces of the owner here while admiring.

Ended up getting nothing.

The remaining three founders who were stationed here smiled and looked at the restaurant which was filled with several long tables, and felt a strong sense of pride in their hearts.

"Look, this is Hogwarts." Ravenclaw tugged at his fiancé's arm excitedly, never had she felt the appeal of Hogwarts more intuitively than at this moment, "This is Hogwarts Watts!"

Tursblack could clearly feel Ravenclaw's excitement and excitement. His fiancée had always been very cold to him, but at this moment he felt a strange feeling of being integrated into her life.

"Well, you are great." He said softly, bowed his head and kissed the forehead of his fiancée whom he had pursued for many years.

Ravenclaw was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth slightly to Black.

At the same time, Slytherin slowly stepped down from the carriage, and Diefender vomited with his eyes closed, sniffing the smell of Slytherin and followed.

Slytherin looked up at the white-robed bishop standing at the door to greet the guests, and raised his eyebrows.

"It is a great misfortune to see you again, Monsieur Bishop."

"I feel the same way, Lord Slytherin."

"Have you finally been downgraded from a bishop to a waiter?" Slytherin raised his mouth, his dark eyes were the same color as the overwhelming night, and he squinted, "So, it seems that my curse seems to work gone?"

The white-robed bishop still smiled gently, as if unwilling to communicate with him.

Slytherin maintained an elegant smile, looked at the brightly lit manor, and adjusted his mood.

[David, come up. ] He said, [Don't move until you open your eyes. ]

He followed behind the white-robed bishop calmly.

Facing the waiter whose face suddenly changed after he used Parseltongue, Slytherin smiled grimly.