Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

On the beach of the Aegean Sea, Levo once said to me.The expression of emotion is so rich and flexible, it runs through the four seasons and embraces everything in the universe.It's just a pity, I don't have such a powerful power, and neither do you.

I love Anna, but my love is always too restrained.Levo said, that's because I don't understand yet.I thought I would never understand, but I was wrong.Otherwise, Godric Gryffindor, why do you think I am writing this letter to you, telling you all the little secrets of my life?

Finally, before the end of my life, Hercules was willing to share the courage with me, let me hold the pen in my pale hand, and write down the pain in my heart word by word.Do you still remember the time I was punished because of you and used my own blood as ink to copy my family tree?At that time, every time I wrote a letter, the pain was branded on my back.And this time, it's engraved on my heart.

It is said that there is a saying of reincarnation in the East.So I ask you, Godric Gryffindor, if there was an afterlife, would you...

never mind.I am so stupid that I have come to the point where I am today, but I still long for your promises, and I always feel that they can protect something.

Anna is very naive, her dreams are always clearly written in her eyes, but she never says a word.I don't know what this is for, but I gradually discovered that only when she is with Daphne, can she laugh and laugh, and sometimes even go out of her way to stir up topics, even so, these childish conversations can't afford it. Daphne was slightly interested.

Perhaps Marvolo came to me so often that I had to avoid Anna and thus ignored her.One night, I passed by the corridor on the fourth floor and found Anna hiding in the shadow around the corner.I wondered what this child was doing, but when I took a step forward, I saw you holding Daphne in one hand, and intertwining Emily's fingers with the other hand.You whispered in her ear, and I could see the smile on her lips.

I turned to run away, but it was too late, Anna found me.

"Father," she asked me, "why don't you love me?"

You can never imagine how sad I am.My daughter, at her age, has taken my lack of love for her as a fact, and she has answered no without even asking me.

I can't say anything, all the words are stuck in my throat.What can I say?Say I love her, and then ask her why she thinks that?I almost felt like I was holding my breath, and she didn't seem like she was going to let me go.

"Professor Gryffindor will help Daphne smooth her hair, and my mother is always so worried about Helena that she stays up all night. And you don't even look at me for a few days, let alone talk to me."

I said, "You should go to Rowena, she will treat you well."

"Why wouldn't you?" she asked.

I don't know either, Anna.I have no idea.Maybe it's because of their dark nature, some people's hatred is always stronger than love.I hate you, Godric Gryffindor, for taking away my right to live my life to you instead of mine.But I have nothing to say, because the essence of the fault lies with me.

I sighed, "Anna, I love you."

"Then prove it to me," she said.

We are deadlocked like this.I crouched down and hugged her, her chin resting on my shoulder.The soft candlelight climbed onto her round face, and a tear fell from the long eyelashes into her blue eyes.Her smart eyes looked at me, but those hands pushed me away.

Anna bit her lower lip tightly, and it took a long time before she reprimanded me in a cold voice: "It's too late, Professor Slytherin."

The sound was too sharp, piercing my heart like shattered glass.I was stunned and could only watch her leave angrily.A strong sense of discomfort quickly swept through my body, and the speed at which my magic power was drained accelerated, so fast that my body couldn't bear it.

"Mr. Salazar Slytherin,"

I looked up and saw that the owner of this sweet voice was Emily, your wife.A bit of worry appeared on her pretty face: "We heard you and Anna had a fight, did something happen?"

"No." I deliberately lowered my voice to a minimum to show the limit.Because I knew that I couldn't see her, and it would only make me sad--or rather, devastated.I'm jealous of her, I'm jealous that she can live peacefully by your side without doing anything, get your love and companionship, I'm jealous that she still has the chance to be kind, I'm jealous that everything about her is so dazzling, I'm jealous that her daughter loves so much She, I'm jealous of her saying "we"...I'm jealous of everything she has, everything she has gained because of you.

But she didn't stop, instead she kept babbling in my ear with that tiresome voice.She talked about how obedient and considerate Daphne was, about Anna's deficiencies and perverse behaviors, and about how intimate she was with you, so Daphne's character is complete and excellent.

Anna is my daughter, I owe her something, how can I allow others to speak ill of her?Emily's criticism of Anna was even more humiliating to me. She also said to me: "Because you never speak, Anna just pretends to be dumb." This is really intolerable.

"Damn enough!" I said, "Shut up or I'll keep you utterly silent for the rest of your life."

It may be that my tone of voice was a bit harsh, or because my emotions fluctuated too much at the time, her beautiful black eyes widened, as if she was in disbelief.It made me realize very quickly that from this moment on I was all lost.My eyes were clouded by water vapor, so I had no choice but to leave the corridor on the fourth floor.

As I expected, you came to see me at night.You knocked hard on the door, shouted my name, and even ignored your so-called chivalry.I didn't dare to open the door, so I curled up in a corner of the bed, waiting, waiting for my fate to come.

I am afraid of you.You beat on my door, awakening memories of your brutality.My wand is tucked under a wide cuff so I can catch you off guard.As I thought, after a period of silence—like the silence before the storm, you used your spell to force open the seal I set.

You strode in furiously, pointing your wand at my men.

I suppressed the tremor in my voice and looked into your sky-colored eyes: "Godric Gryffindor."

"Why would you say that to Emily?" you demand.

You trust her.Even if I deny it now, you won't believe me, will you?Salazar Slytherin never had your trust.At that time, I thought, if someone else made up a false lie about me at will, you would believe it without thinking about it?

"Answer me!" You raised your voice to me, but the deterrent force in that voice made me tremble even more.The sunset glow in your eyes has long faded, and the tenderness has been given to the woman who sleeps with you, but I never thought that one day, you would look at me with such extremely cold eyes.

I thought you were going to kill me.With such desperation that I don't care about anything, I'm trying to keep pissing you off: