the lost castle

What could be warmer and more satisfying than a steaming bowl of soup on a cold day?Maybe there is also the cod steak that was cooked golden and poured with milky white sauce at the front of the long table, but no matter how delicious it is, it can only make everyone stretch their necks and swallow their mouths, because it is placed in the Slytherin courtyard. In front of the head, to be more precise, this was done by the dean himself, even Lord Gryffindor, just like them, can only look at it with eyes—speaking of which, how does this look right? All the students and professors at Hogwarts were deeply puzzled by this point. Even Helga couldn't help but think about it. Being a friend with a character like Salazar sometimes makes people feel irritated. Does Godric like it? what?Well, Rowena refused to listen to anyone's advice eight years ago and insisted on marrying to Ireland, which is even more irrational than Godric.

In the enticing aroma that could only be seen but not eaten, everyone who looked down at the hot fish soup in front of them also lost interest.

In fact, cod is a dish that everyone in Hogwarts Castle loves.

The Black Lake is connected to the ocean, but the fish caught from the Black Lake does not have the strong fishy smell of other places. The crops are also getting less and less, and black bread has become a rare food, but it is too rough and hard, and if you eat it alone, even a hungry and crazy person will choke. It is very good to have a bowl of broth to go with it Treated well, and the cod itself doesn't have many thorns, so the fish soup made from it is so fresh that no one even takes a look at the broth.In comparison, other fish in the Black Lake that flow into the springs in the Forbidden Forest are not so good.

Godric was more torn than anyone else who could see but could not eat.

No matter how tempting and delicious he was, he could only smell it, because Salazar would only make one portion, and it was reserved for himself. No matter how cheeky a certain knight was, he would not dare to snatch what Salazar didn’t have. But Iris is different!Every time he sees the basilisk eating steak and licking salad with great happiness, he is so annoyed that he wants to kick it directly into the black lake. Fortunately, this situation only lasts for eight months a year—the basilisk will hibernate.

Let the winter in England be colder this year, and let the spring come later next year!

"Gada."

The inattentiveness caused the fork to hit the edge of the silver plate, which was already very inappropriate in terms of noble etiquette, so Godric had to smile at Salazar who was blankly glanced at him, and Helga who looked over with a puzzled face.

You must throw that ugly girl out of the house tonight! !

Since the basilisk hibernated, it has stayed in front of the fireplace in the dormitory. Although most of the time it is unconscious and does not move, but it is too cold and depends on the owner's nature to make it awake for a short time. It was nothing, but Aerys liked to crawl on the bed.

Whoever wakes up and finds a big snake as thick as a bucket on the bed will be frightened—except of course Salazar—Godric is most annoyed that what he touches in a dazed half-dream is not the warm skin of his lover And arms, but cold scales, and they hugged each other when they slept, but when they woke up, he rolled aside alone and the ugly girl slept soundly next to Salazar.

On top of that, who would do anything more intimate with a basilisk hibernating on the rug next to the bed!

Well, it’s nothing at all. Salazar seldom promises him this kind of thing. If Godric gets too tight and makes Slytherin impatient, of course the intimacy Gryffindor wants will be available. , but it was not the same as what he was thinking, and the tiredness and resentment on the face of a certain knight the next day could be seen by anyone with long eyes.The most terrible thing is this situation, which often accounts for the majority.

Helga is thinking seriously now, Godric's real position is not Salazar's friend, nor Salazar's lover, but Salazar's pet, look at that expression carefully waiting for attention~ ~(Cough, Hufflepuff, you are wrong, Lord Gryffindor will definitely tell you, he has a sense of crisis now, and thinks he is not as good as Salazar’s pet Aerys, at least the basilisk can eat Salazar Specially made food with your own hands, climbed into bed whenever you want, and most importantly, Salazar let it be close...)

Unsure of whether he was jealous, or jealous of a basilisk, the blond knight was seriously considering the possibility of throwing Aerys out tonight.

When the dinner was over, the dishes on the table were automatically taken away by the house elves. Godric followed Salazar back to the cellar without saying a word. I didn't notice that the students and professors who passed by all the way gave encouragement and support to the blond knight behind them, smiled, or looked forward to watching the excitement tomorrow - they were always cautious when facing the Duke of Slytherin, Even those who are [-]% afraid, the dangerous and cold magic pressure is uncomfortable to approach, and those with rich imagination can already conceive countless scary stories to infiltrate people, but every time they hear the wizards outside When Slytherin commented, although he agreed that the dean was a terrible and cruel dark wizard, but he and Godric were just a thought.The relationship between Gryffindor and their daily relationship can't help but suppress a smile, er, although it's not kind to say this, but everyone likes to see His Excellency Gryffindor's dejected appearance of being unsuccessful, and staring at him with bright eyes. Salazar, everyone can tell at a glance that he wants to do something, but how interesting it is to see him the next day and be frustrated by so and so, ah, so, His Excellency the Duke must also be an interesting person. But they had no chance to know.

The process of brewing potions is always complicated, especially because of the change of consciousness in the middle of the day and night. When Ling Cha felt that Gryffindor was a bit weird today, it was already late at night, and the bedroom was quiet except for the potions in the cauldron. He turned his head and saw that poor Iris was tightly bound by a silver magic rope. It didn't wake up because it was in hibernation, but it was moved to the far corner of the room with a levitation spell to be stuffed in it. Godric at the back of the cabinet looked ridiculous. He even stretched out his hand to cover the basilisk with a carpet. Of course, it was not because he was afraid that it would be cold. Then he threw seven or eight confinement spells to ensure that the basilisk would not have a chance to move. A certain knight clapped his hands complacently and stood up.

When he turned around, he saw a pair of cold lake-green pupils staring at him with strange emotions.

"Uh, ah... I was afraid that the ugly girl would be too cold and rolled into the fireplace..." A certain knight laughed dryly.

Believe you are a ghost.

Ling Cha silently turned his head and continued to stir the crucible.

Feeling that the atmosphere was too embarrassing, Godric, who had to grab his hair and continue looking for topics, came over:

"Hey, isn't this smell a sleeping potion? Oh, it seems that the dose is a bit high..."

It's the potion of eternal sleep, idiot lion.

"That's right!" A certain knight clapped his hands excitedly, "You also think the ugly girl is too annoying, so we can have an undisturbed night after drinking this, aha, this idea is much better than mine."

Ling Cha's fingers were stiff, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, almost breaking the stick that stirred the potion in the cauldron.

"...But is this potion effective against the basilisk?" He held his chin in serious thought, "Why don't you take a sip to see the effect first?"

Endure and endure, intolerable.

Godric likes to play dumb, but every time you pretend to be stupid and you think he is really stupid, and you will be fooled by him in a daze, it will be serious - go to him and try to drink it, drink it until you sleep unless it is life-threatening Otherwise, what are the consequences of not knowing anything?

Ling Cha decided...forget it, and pretend he didn't hear it.

"Why don't I have a sip?" A certain knight laughed without seriousness.

kindness? !

"Then..." Godric already knew his plan before Godric brought his head closer. He refused to drink a sip of the potion and kissed him in an attempt to make himself swallow it?

"Its magical effect is eighteen times faster than that of ordinary potions, and one drop can make you sleep for seven days." He said lightly without expression, and immediately made a certain knight shrink back his head in embarrassment.

The potion was poured into the bottle, and the flames were extinguished.

Ling Cha stared at the color of the potion, and felt that he was very tired tonight. Is it the sequelae of excessive consumption of mana last night? Usually, he did not feel so sleepy when brewing potions.

After tidying up his things, he took off the outer robe, and the familiar aura came over Ling Cha when he loosened his hair and did not push away.

Maybe this potion of eternal sleep prepared for Aerys is still too effective. This is a very contradictory thing. They have a soul contract with Aerys. If he and Salazar die, Aerys cannot live , but the savior really saw Aerys in the secret room 1000 years later, and later saw Aerys on the Roderick Wasteland before the birth of Aerys, and Aerys disappeared because they picked up the basilisk Then this is a reincarnation with no end and result. There must be something they don't know that dominates the key, such as why Aerys can still be alive after 1000 years.

"Salazar..." Godric's voice was vague, as if it came from far away.

So some preparations still have to be done, the perfect potion of eternal sleep can guarantee Aerys to sleep for a thousand years, the magic of soul separation, the best choice is the Horcrux.

Ling Cha thought, he couldn't feel the breath around him, the light dangled in front of his eyes like countless shadows, his head was heavy, and his eyelids were also heavy, so he just wanted to have a good sleep, as for the one he felt vaguely The restless hand didn't want to pay attention to it at all, but on the contrary, his reason was very sober thinking about the potion just now. Could it be that the boiling steam made him sleepy? Maybe, it wasn't a highly poisonous potion after all, so he didn't pay much attention to it. The magic potion used by the monster, if people really drank it, they would probably be able to go to see Merlin directly.

Thinking of this, Ling Cha felt a little creepy. The stupid Godric wouldn't really take a sip of the potion now, would he?

There was a warm touch on his lips, and he clenched his teeth in a daze.

It’s a good thing that Godric was pretending to be stupid, not really stupid. With the great advantage of being obviously rewarded, he couldn’t remember the few words he said before pretending to be crazy, especially Salazar’s attitude of not opening his eyes, which was obviously a little conscious. It’s not rare. Acquiescence at first sight?In a happy mood, there is nothing else to think of, gradually Ling Cha's half-fuzzy and half-clear consciousness seems to understand that the previous worries are unnecessary, although he doesn't understand where this powerless sleepiness comes from, his spirit relaxes.

For a moment, there were only slight panting and the sound of clothes rubbing.

The cold skin gradually became hot.

His long hair was soaked with sweat, and he trembled slightly unevenly.

The dazzling white light of the snowy night could not shine into the cellar, the flame burning in the fireplace was getting smaller and smaller, the magic hourglass was flowing silently, and after the last grain of sand rolled down into the lower end of the full colored glass, it poured gently. Turning it over, midnight had already passed, and the blazing passion hadn't stopped yet, and the basilisk stuffed into the back of the cabinet was still in hibernation, motionless.

I didn't let the violent panting sound overflow my throat, but in the throbbing of my sore hands and feet unconsciously twitching slightly, the feeling of pain has long since passed, but my consciousness is getting more and more blurred, only the sweat dripping on my cheeks is hot .

In the ears, there are caressing kisses and whispers.

Ling Cha couldn't hear what Godric was saying at all.

Almost suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain spread from his chest, so dull that he couldn't breathe.My eyes are dark, my throat is sweet, it's like a puff of breath is weighing heavily on my heart, I can't swallow it, I can't spit it out, struggling with powerlessness is not only useless, but the more severe the convulsions caused by the intense love affair, the more calm the breath will be After getting down, the more difficult it is to go back up, in the end, he couldn't breathe, his face was pale, and there was no time for panic and doubt in the remnant of consciousness.

"Salazar?!"

The sound of panic and panic was so far away that it seemed to be inaudible.

This is...poison.

This was Ling Cha's last waking consciousness before falling into endless darkness.

The author has something to say: Now that Salazar and Lingcha are not separated, there are always things that one person ignores, and when they think about each other, they will notice some things that one person would not pay attention to, and he is not obsessed with black magic , there is no bad habit of splitting the horcrux, living alone and almost skipping meals, so there is no reason why the body is not right at all, and this itself is also a slow effect that is difficult to find, just in the article about the castle, Slytherin Not having a magic wand leads to excessive consumption of magic power, weak body, and a slight outbreak of hidden dangers. Then, making a potion makes the hidden dangers burst out again. Confused, if he wakes up peacefully, the powerful magic power of His Excellency the Duke will recover by himself. ,cough!I feel like I discovered it like this, or it’s kind of like that...

Poor lion, must think it's his fault, spray.