[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Although for the term "death", Slytherin has long since lost the fear and rejection it had at the beginning.

But the fact that death should be placed on someone he valued still made Slytherin a little bit at a loss.

Like his parents, like Prince.

Slytherin thought he was going to sink into self-loathing all over again - if Gryffindor couldn't give him a reason he could accept.

In this case, Slytherin is unexpectedly fragile, so fragile that Gryffindor thinks he is a little cute.

No, Salazar is cute all the time!

Gryffindor thought so, but couldn't find any way to comfort Slytherin.He felt that there was nothing wrong with doing so, and it was a simple question that didn't need to be entangled at all.

In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with Slytherin. In the final analysis, one of the two really damned people died somewhere, and the other fell in front of Slytherin yesterday.

But his Salazar will always worry and struggle with some aspects that he can't understand at all, as if he can take it for granted that he can sit on an equal footing with the lower nobles when he doesn't need to show off.

This seemed quite unbelievable to Gryffindors.

The great nobles have a natural sense of superiority over commoners and low-level nobles. Gryffindors, who were subtly influenced by Slytherin when they were young, are fine. Turn around and look at those great nobles, whether they are wizards or Muggles. There are many civilians or Muggles that are not regarded as human beings.

Not to mention the thought of being equal to them, this is an offense to the nobles and an unforgivable sin.

From some behavior point of view, Slytherin is quite maverick.

"You're not wrong." Gryffindor said that, not only was he not wrong, he also felt that Slytherin hadn't done enough.

Unlike the two ladies' tolerance for the little wizard, Gryffindor, who values ​​loyalty very much, will not have a good impression of those who have betrayed them, no matter how sympathetic they are, no matter how close they are. My friend is still a little wizard who has not yet grown up.

Slytherin looked at Gryffindor, and did not wait for Gryffindor's next words for a long time.

He stared blankly at Gryffindor, who was blushing and still unable to make out a few words, and then he let out a sigh of relief after a chuckle—after all, what he was afraid of was that Gryffindor would be sorry if he did something wrong. He, I'm sorry about Hogwarts, what kind of reaction should he make?

People can't stay the same, even Gryffindor, who has always abided by the code of chivalry, his loyalty makes Slytherin a little restless.

Especially with their frequent conflicts of ideas recently, Slytherin even felt that his companions had begun to dislike him-this anxiety was well-founded, and it came from the increasing quarrels and quarrels.

Slytherin didn't want to embarrass Gryffindor. He knew the importance of himself in Gryffindor's heart, but he couldn't help but want to confirm again and again.

After he became a dark wizard, his companions still treated him the same, which made him feel relieved and at the same time suspend an uneasy heart.

He knew that the premise of this accommodation and comfort was that the fact that he was a dark wizard was not known.

Even the founders of Hogwarts were not strong enough to stand against the entire wizarding world.No matter how powerful they are, there are only four of them.

The facts are different from what Slytherin told Ravenclaw before. Once the fact that Slytherin is a dark wizard is discovered and spread, at least he will definitely not be able to stay in Hogwarts on the surface.

Even for his three companions, there will be a certain influence.

Slytherin didn't want to see such a result, but faced the reality, he was still powerless to change it.

"Well, I'm sure I'm not wrong." Slytherin said so, rubbing his brows and glanced at Gryffindor who just woke up looking refreshed, and changed the subject, "What's the matter with the cellar you're talking about?"

The Gryffindor knight, who was trying to think about how to appease Slytherin, choked up and realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

"There is a small problem with the Muggle Repelling Curse experiment." Gryffindor raised his hand and gestured, indicating that it was indeed a very, very small problem.

"Ok?"

"Uh..." Gryffindor shrank his neck, "Are you sure you won't beat me up when you find out?"

[Godric Gryffindor issued a mission: Spells in the cellar (daily), whether to accept it. 】【Yes/No】

Slytherin raised an eyebrow and nodded.

Except for the time he stayed at Hogwarts, he could hardly receive daily tasks, because since he met Gryffindor and the others, they were the ones who released the daily tasks, and the tasks issued by Gryffindor It takes up the bulk, and they are all very simple questions.

"Well, I think if we go now, we will probably be expelled by the magic circle." Gryffindor rubbed his face, "I went to the Forbidden Forest to gather herbs..."

"So the magic circle you're running in the cellar is for expelling wizards?"

Gryffindor nodded awkwardly, "I think it's probably because I used my own blood for experiments..."

Slytherin shrugged, lowered his head and opened the backpack panel to find the gift box from the daily task, and asked, "What do you need..." The voice stopped abruptly, Slytherin looked at the contents of the opened gift box, and the corner of his mouth was hard Squeezing evenly, there is still no way to save the trace of twitching.

The curious Gryffindor poked his head over to look at the contents of the gift box, but he didn't know what it was after looking at it for a while.

"Salazar, what is this?"

condom.

Slytherin glanced at him with his dark eyes, and said two hard words: "Sleep."

The integrity of the system is shattered.

He felt that he might not even want to do daily tasks in the future—at worst, he could get medicinal materials of good quality and vintage from the gift box, but now...

Slytherin had no desire to recount the crap that the system had been giving him lately in a gift box.

"By the way, Salazar, what happened to Knockturn Alley and the dark wizard there?"

Slytherin paused, looked at Gryffindor for a while, thought about the parchment file he was looking at before, shook his head, walked to the Gryffindor bed and climbed up, the wounded were still there but there were no more Gryffindor, "Sleep."

Gryffindor hugged Slytherin. The single bed in the medical wing seemed very crowded with the weight and volume of two grown men, but the distance between them was shortened.

Slytherin shrank back into the quilt, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes after he hadn't closed his eyes for two whole days.

The familiar breath made him sleep very peacefully, and the two warmed each other up on some cold autumn nights, embracing each other tightly as if they were the only reliance on each other.

Gryffindor's blue eyes were full of satisfaction and contentment. He also curled up under the blanket and kissed Slytherin's forehead with full love and pious blessings.

Have a sweet dream, dear Salazar.

……

The wizarding world in England is not big. It should be said that the territory of England Island itself is not big.

The fact that Slytherin led people to attack Knockturn Alley at night and killed Prince who had betrayed him spread throughout the wizarding world within two days. The little wizards also heard about this.

Killing was no stranger to them, and the children were whispering everywhere, digging up hearsay stories about Prince and Slytherin long ago, speculating on what Slytherin was thinking.

In their view, Slytherin is very narrow-minded.

It has been five years since Prince pitted him, and he still can't forget it. Even when no one else paid attention to Prince's movements, he sent people to hell with lightning speed, and never again The possibility of a turnaround.

This undoubtedly sounded the alarm for the wizard nobles.

Even the old Prince who kicked Prince out of the house with his own hands was a little hard to accept-in fact, he had already started to secretly prepare to bring his son back.

Old Prince kicked his son out of the house, but he did not remove him from the Prince family. He was going to take his son back after a few years when Slytherin no longer cared about this matter, and then arranged for him to start Take over the family affairs until his son fully becomes a qualified Prince Patriarch.

In his eyes, it was impossible for Slytherin to directly kill the Patriarch of the Prince family in a fit of anger, and remove Prince from the wizarding world in England. It should be said that Slytherin did not have such ability.

It's a pity that Prince's heir died at the hands of Slytherin before he had time to raise his son.

One heir is not enough to turn Prince and Slytherin against each other. There are still many people in the branch waiting to inherit this huge family. At this time, the great nobles never worry about having no heirs.

Old Prince was a little confused. He only recently started to get in touch with his son who had been separated for five years. The action was definitely not big. Why would Slytherin find his son when he just started to move a little bit, and directly killed him up?

This made him have to suspect that Slytherin had arranged eyeliners around him.

Unlike the Prince's family, which was sitting on pins and needles, Hogwarts was full of jubilation.

The first snow since the beginning of Hogwarts finally fell from the gloomy sky.

The lawn is covered with a thin layer of white, and the top of the castle is covered with snow. From a distance, it looks like a fluffy mass of pure white, giving Hogwarts, which is a bit dark in tone, an amiable color.

The evergreen trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest are full of energy in the cold wind. The snow on their bodies has been shaken off by the playful little wizards, and they are gathered into snowballs and hidden behind the trees, waiting for someone to pass by for a harmless of pranks.

The first snow didn't take long, and it wasn't too big.

But it's enough for the little wizards to be excited - in previous winters, they only felt that the harsh winter was cruel and devoured countless weak lives. They needed to cheer up and guard against death, so that they could safely pass through the cold and hungry winter , and the wars in recent years have made their lives worse.

In their eyes, winter has never been so lovely.

Slytherin leaned against the Gryffindor attic window, where the fireplace was burning, warm and dry.

He looked at the little wizards running happily and screaming in the white snow, his dark eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gryffindor was flipping through the students' homework, looking distressed at the immature fonts that made it difficult for him to read.

After entering winter, it seems that the whole world has become sluggish and quiet.

Slytherin, who has no social invitations and a lot of affairs to deal with, is rarely free, and the result of the free time seems to be only eating, sleeping, dazed and teasing the basilisk.

Oh, and I missed out on having sex with Gryffindor.

Slytherin felt that his life was a little empty.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor closed the window, took a letter from the foot of an owl with wet feathers, opened it and read it, and his face suddenly turned bad.

Slytherin, whose thinking became a little sluggish because of the daze, turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"Dark wizard..." Gryffindor pursed his lips, frowning tightly, "Rumors have already begun that you are a dark wizard."

Slytherin felt that his rare leisure might be taken away again.