I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

An ordinary morning.

Godric pushed the food in front of him aside and played with the new skill he had learned - origami - with great interest.

The Slytherin students on the side were also instructing him on what to do, although the louder they spoke, the more the paper in Godric's hand became a mess.

Monica finally couldn't control her temper, grabbed it, smoothed the paper, and gave a demonstration by herself.

"A person like you, Guster, will never succeed." The crumpled paper kite in Monica's hand waved its wings tremblingly and flew into the chaotic Hufflepuff students. Because of its small size, no one could see where it flew.

"That's awesome, Monica. I might not be able to do it." Godric scratched the back of his head, and Monica just responded with a haughty snort.

"Gust is obviously too stupid. You can't learn such simple things." Monica said. "Obviously you are a genius highly regarded by the dean when it comes to potions, but such a simple little toy is terrible to make."

Godric responded with a smile: "Maybe it's just because all my spirituality is focused on the potion."

Shang Di on the side murmured cautiously: "Is it easy? I can't fold this thing well, either?"

"It's not important either." Monica said with her head held high. "It's just a gadget that I make when I think of it occasionally and find it interesting. After all, the material itself is too fragile, and it is not safe for conveying messages."

"But it's very convenient." Godric said regretfully.

"Then try a simpler style." Monica took out a few pieces of paper again and planned to continue teaching Godric.

Someone next to me sneered: "That's what Monica is like. She obviously cares about her, but she refuses to say it directly."

Godric watched the girl fold a paper airplane, and Monica gently placed the paper airplane in Godric's hand.

"It's the easiest."

While Salazar was engrossed in eating, a paper airplane got stuck into the end of his hair.

He raised his head and looked around, and as expected saw Godric making an apologetic gesture to him on the long Slytherin table.

Is this guy boring?

Salazar opened the paper airplane, but didn't see any message. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times. He originally wanted to roll it into a ball of paper and throw it over, but he didn't think it was elegant enough, so he took apart the paper airplane, folded it into a swan shape, and put it away. He blew it into the palm of his hand and flew towards Godric.

Godric looked at the paper swan that was circling gracefully around him with a stunned expression.

"I have to say, your brother is more handy than you." Monica on the side said without hesitation.

Then throughout the day, I don't know if they were trying to compete with Salazar, but the Slytherin students secretly played with origami, or a rose floated from the back of the classroom to the front row. The person who received the rose was a girl from Ravenclaw. She couldn't help but turn around to see who did it behind the scenes. She looked at a red-faced Slytherin boy for a moment, and couldn't help but lower her head shyly.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the chair, did not utter a warning, but just sighed that it was good to be young.

In Professor McGonagall's class, a Gryffindor boy grabbed a vivid paper frog and insisted that the blurred lines on it were a curse placed on him by the Slytherin students. Professor McGonagall then rolled his eyes and slapped him twice. points for disrupting class.

The Slytherin boy who folded the paper frog looked ashen and particularly ugly under the shocked gazes of his companions.

But soon, Gryffindor learned about this little thing. Paper swans or simpler paper airplanes were flying everywhere in the corridor. There were so many that it was impossible to tell who they were flying to in the end.

Such an episode was only popular for a short period of time, and it didn't seem to cause any chaos.

When alone, Salazar mocked the clumsy Godric unceremoniously, because so far he could only fold a pile of paper airplanes that always stuck awkwardly in Salazar's hair and could not fly for long at all.

"It seems that Sara doesn't know." Godric said as Salazar laughed loudly. "This thing will deliver itself to the first person in the owner's mind according to the owner's wishes."

"So?" Salazar hadn't realized what Godric meant.

"There is a saying among Slytherins that when you are unconscious and unsure of what message to send, your note will fly to the one you love." Godric said. "Sarah, when you are folding, when there is no message to convey, who does it fly to? Who does it fly to?"

Salazar blinked and stared at Godric for a while before saying, "I was thinking that you were such a boring guy, and I guess it flew towards you because I wanted to convey the message that you were boring. Instead of asking me, why don’t you think about why your paper airplane keeps flying towards me?”

Godric asked, "Why do you think it is?"

"I'm too lazy to think about why, Godric, you are so boring." Salazar snorted, turned and left.

Godric could only sigh and whisper: "I can't explain why."