[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Apparently, the custom of entertaining guests on the grass outside the manor, which prevailed in the wizarding world, did not affect the British royal family.

They still welcomed all the guests into the hall of the manor as usual.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a huge castle than a manor.

The main building of the Slytherin Manor is also a small castle, and the manor castle used by the British royal family to hold banquets is several times larger than the Slytherin Manor.

For comparison, this castle even occupies a larger area than Hogwarts.

The surrounding windows were hung with heavy curtains, and the curtains were bound, revealing the night that had completely eroded the brilliance of the day.

The nights at the end of October are too cool, and it is no longer a season when you can go outside with a single coat.

A transparent agate lamp panel hangs from the roof, and the oil lamp burns quietly inside, illuminating the entire hall.

Although it is not as bright as daylight in the entire hall like the electric lights of later generations, it is also much more luxurious than ordinary noble families.

The light at night has always been the exclusive right of the nobles, and the common people have no chance to obtain oil lamps-this luxury is so expensive that most common people flinch.

Slytherin can understand the British royal family's pursuit of luxury and status. These things are the unavoidable obsessions of every nobleman.

The white-robed bishop in front walked calmly and calmly. Facing the scrutinizing eyes of the people in the hall, Slytherin put on an elegant smile, but did not restrain his arrogance and haughty posture at all.

Losing is not losing, but he went deep into the enemy's interior alone.

Slytherin thought, smacking his lips secretly, wondering if he would be chewed and chewed by this group of nobles.

Of course, before being gnawed clean, he always has to pull someone back.

Slytherin's right arm was entwined by the emerald green basilisk, and it became cold and heavy. His eyes fell on the bishop in front of him. His gloomy eyes could not be called friendly - if he capsized Well, the first person he dragged into the water was this middle-aged bishop who seemed to be quite prestigious in the church.

Pressing a cucumber, the bishop probably did a lot of hard work among those who tricked him this time.

Slytherin rubbed his chin, thinking carefully about some shameful things he had done before, but he couldn't think of anything related to this bishop.

But no matter what, the new and old grudges, which made him fearful, should be settled.

The wand hidden in the sleeve, wrapped firmly by the basilisk, was a little uncomfortable for the forearm, but this discomfort was not enough to stop Slytherin from exuding malicious behavior towards the middle-aged man in front of him.

The bishop stopped in front of a table. On the table were some small cakes and drinks, as well as a lot of different kinds of wine, and there were whole turkeys and steaks further away.

The bishop smiled gently, making people feel angry and friendly.

He turned his head, holding two glasses of red wine in his hands, looked at Slytherin not far behind him, and raised the glasses in his hand.

"Would you like a drink, Duke Slytherin?"

"I thought the bishops of the church should all be ascetics." Slytherin took the cup, looked at the bishop's face coolly, and the cup was playing with it in his hand, and it didn't move.

He's not stupid, since the church has the means to remove the magic ability of the wizard, of course he will not try his own way and taste anything that has passed through the hands of the bishop.

In fact, if he could, he wouldn't even want to touch anything that was touched by the other party.

But this is obviously impossible.

"You probably misunderstood." The bishop said softly.

Slytherin really wanted to stop talking to him after oh, but what he got in exchange for his silence was not the other party's sensible distance.

"Do you remember that little village in Wales called Willardon?" asked the bishop, with nostalgic and tender attachment in his eyes.

Slytherin suddenly looked stunned!

It seems that the reason why he is always against him is to seek revenge.

There were times when he was pushed to this point.No wonder, Slytherin thought, it is always said that if you cut the grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

The spring breeze was blowing a little bit violently.

"You remember."

Slytherin froze for a moment, shook his head, and was very frank, "I have no impression."

The bishop's eyes darkened.

"Then please tell me, what have I done to this town?" Slytherin held his chin and squinted maliciously, feeling that he was really a qualified villain.

A chuckle came into my ears, and the bishop's smile was no longer gentle. He was full of sarcasm, "You ordered the massacre of the village because you took a fancy to the winery in the village!"

Slytherin felt nothing at all after hearing this.

But imagine a little bit, if the bishop had told him at this time that the hundreds of new wizards in Hogsmeadry had been slaughtered, he would probably directly use a knife to find a chance to stab the Pope to death.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense again.

--fart!The Three Views are so broken that no dregs can be found!

Slytherin thought hard, when did he give such a cruel task to his subordinates.

In the end, I didn't think of anything, so I had to give up regretfully.

No matter how he recalled, he only remembered the most shameful thing he had done, and he just confessed that his subordinates made a little war fortune when England and the Danes were fighting.

He thought that this behavior had already broken the lower limit.

I didn't expect that there would be someone below him doing even more breaking things in his name.

Slytherin blinked at the Bishop who seemed about to pounce on him and kill him.He knew that it was useless to say anything now, no matter how much he was hated, he could only bear it.

He is more or less responsible for his lax control.

"Oh, then what is your relationship with that village?"

"That's my hometown."

As a bystander, Slytherin would sympathize with the bishop's experience, but then he thought about the black hands that the other party had secretly laid on him, the wizards who had been burned to death, and the unspeakable purpose and hostility towards Hogwarts.

Slytherin felt that this person should die as soon as possible, and that going to the Lord's side to reunite with his family is the right path to true happiness.

"It's a pity." Slytherin sighed, as if he would not let his anger die.

But what is shocking is that the bishop didn't pick up on him.

The bishop put on his gentle smile again, and he came over and patted Slytherin on the arm, with a look of hello, hello, hello everyone.

"I think you'll enjoy the same, soon."

"..." Slytherin's face changed, and he stared at the bishop and his hands coldly, "I don't need to worry about this matter."

"How can I not bother, I have devoted myself to your affairs."

Thank you so much for your family!

Looking at Slytherin's slightly grim face, the bishop seemed to have received some kind of blessing, and left in a good mood, leaving Slytherin alone at the table in silence.

[Salazar, I want turkey. ] The little head of the basilisk rubbed against the edge of Slytherin's neck, hesitating the black letter.

The Slytherin glanced back at the people at the banquet, who seemed to have turned their attention away from this corner.

After a sigh of relief, the terrible look on Slytherin's face suddenly became lighter.

[No, it’s hard to move because of the physical support. ]

[After I go back, I will eat a whole sheep. ] Defende had a good talent for self-understanding what it means to hit a snake with a stick. Its cold little head rubbed against Slytherin's neck, flattering its master.

[good. ] Slytherin raised his hand and stretched out a finger, stroking the delicate down growing on the top of Little Diefindel's head.

The little basilisk retracted its neck after Slytherin had touched it enough, and entangled itself quietly again.

……

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was as warm as imagined. Apart from the upcoming engagement ceremony, the wizards and nobles who were invited were full of curiosity and interest in visiting Hogwarts.

You know, it's not easy to come here again in the future.

Gryffindor grinned grinningly, following up with the nobles who came to inquire or test, doing Tai Chi.

Don't look at Gryffindor who has always been reckless and impulsive. As a nobleman's necessary face project, he was forced by the housekeeper to suffer painfully throughout his childhood, learning etiquette and language arts.

——It's a pity that in front of Slytherin, Gryffindor's well-trained aristocratic habits were instantly abandoned by its master.

Gryffindor felt a faint pain when he saw their housekeeper.This is one of the reasons why the four of them usually go to the Slytherin Manor to get together.

The three founders all knew that there might be an accident at Hogwarts on Halloween, so they naturally put up 12 points of mental alertness.

Even Ravenclaw is no exception.

They lived up to their vigilance, and soon the neighing of horses came from outside the restaurant.

Gryffindor's face straightened, and the two nobles who wanted to come up to talk stopped immediately.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw looked at each other, and stood behind Gryffindor calmly and silently.

Only at this time, Gryffindor is particularly reliable.

Gryffindor cast a comforting smile to the arriving guests, strode to the door of the restaurant, and waved his wand to open the restaurant.

The blessed knights of the church lined up neatly outside the door.

Their armor was shining, the spears in their hands looked sharp and sharp, the horses under their crotches neighed, and their front hooves slapped impatiently on the soft and muddy ground after the rain.

Behind the knights are several white-robed bishops and red-robed archbishops.

The red-robed archbishop took a few steps forward, and the knights moved back to make way for him.

The red-robed archbishop with white beard and hair realized that he glanced at the three Gryffindors who were frowning tightly, and then looked at the wizards with different expressions around him, and finally his eyes stopped on Tours Black.

"Good night, Mr. Black." The red-robed archbishop nodded slightly to Black, with obvious inclination and kindness, "Thank you for your long-term help."

Everyone turned their heads to stare at Black, who had been named by the archbishop, with intense anger in their eyes, especially Ravenclaw.

Black, whose hatred was instantly transferred, was not surprised at all. He looked up at the red-robed archbishop, his expression still gentle and steady. His eyes swept over several bishops and knights, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're welcome, Mr. Archbishop." He graciously admitted his connection with the church, and the eyes of the wizards who glared at him burst into flames.

"Tursblack!" Ravenclaw's voice rose, piercingly high.

—she was going mad!

Black glanced at her, and smiled reassuringly at Ravenclaw out of sight of the churchgoers.

Miraculously, Ravenclaw, who was burning with anger, suddenly calmed down.

Not because of Black's cue, but because of the sound of hooves approaching rapidly.

Will Slytherin bet all his chips on Black, who has always looked down on him?

of course not.

Don't forget, they also have a help from the centaurs.