Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

So I could lower my voice and order him to let me go.But he refused to let go, clasping my hands even harder.A man's desire to control cannot be stopped by reason, don't you know this best?Godric Gryffindor, doesn't everything you do without telling your wife and me come from the same desire?

How can I tolerate his violation?Picking up my wand, I made him back three feet.Regardless of the loss of magic power, I released the magic pressure around me. Although he frowned and wanted to struggle, it was just a drop in the bucket.But I'm still so afraid that he will push forward, so afraid of being controlled by him.

I told myself that there cannot be another you in this world.Absolutely, no.I can no longer be played with by others, I can no longer silently endure the domination of fate.Even if I know it's futile, I will fight for myself.Perhaps because of this thought, my whole body trembled slightly.

"Who gave you the right to order me? I approached him step by step, seeing him being overwhelmed, I couldn't help but feel a strange pleasure in my heart, "Marvolo, you are a little too self-righteous. "

"Professor Slytherin, I'm afraid you won't think so after hearing the next words," he breathed calmly, even with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, "today in the main hall on the ground floor, That boy Potter told Professor Gryffindor all your 'crimes' after the fencing class."

Hearing your name, my reason became like a taut string, ready to go and wait for his next words.But he didn't pronounce it, just looked at me with a stiff, weird smile on his face.That look terrified me.

"What crime? (what kind of sins are you talking about?)" I suppressed the fear in my voice and asked him.

The candles in the room flickered and flickered, shaking in the cold as ice air.The rustling of fallen leaves outside the window seems to tell people that it will be an extremely cold winter.And at such a time, the quilt on my shoulders and the carpet under my feet seemed to be gone, even though the cold temperature permeated my body, penetrated into every joint and every bone in my body.

"Don't you yourself know best? You slept with me, kissed Malfoy, and what else? Think about it, my dean, even you can't remember, what do you have for the students of your college?" How many immoral emotions!"

He grinned in the air that choked me like a beast in the night, like a murderer's helper, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Did you know all these?What would you think?I don't know, let alone want to know.I want to escape, but how is he willing to give me such a chance.Like a hare surrounded by wolves, I am ready to be hurt by him.

"Professor Slytherin," his voice was so soft, but so sharp, bit by bit he picked up the scars in my heart, and let the blood spurt out, accompanied by my memories and tears.I looked at him as a condemned man stares at an executioner.I saw him smile triumphantly and say, "You know, there is nothing more painful for a man than the infidelity of the one he loves."

He paused, like the tranquility before the storm, the air here seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

"However, he is willing to forgive his lover's infidelity, just to be able to possess her, submit to her, and be punished by her. Just to be able to ask for her Phryne-like body again and again, he is willing to endure her more than Nero More brutal souls. Can you tell me why?"

After that, he nibbled on my lips, and the taste of blood climbed to my taste buds and spread on the tip of my tongue.

Then I attacked him.Looking into his eyes as if he wanted to crucify me, I warned him:

"Natas Marvolo, don't impose your masochistic tendencies on others."

"Then you are wrong." Marvolo seemed to recognize my sternness, "You understand this truth in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it."

Of course I understand.Godric Gryffindor, I'm such a masochist, I just keep denying myself.It's just me, thinking I know myself and you too.

It was the coldest winter day of my life.On Christmas Eve, the hearty Henry died of illness.I went to his funeral.That day, the pale flowing clouds streaked across the powerless night, and the white snow covered the ankles.Sitting in front of the candlestick, I couldn't help thinking of the young man who had met a few times.

At that time, I just met you.I don't know the way of the future yet, I just move forward in a daze, towards the unknown darkness.Even though it was still hot in summer, I already dreamed of being with you by the fire on a snowy Christmas day.

I dreamed that you would hug me and give me warmth.We cling to each other, as we always have.Godric Gryffindor, I have been with you for so long, whether you admit it or deny it, it is a predestined fate, and you and I should not be separated.It's just that I'm seeking without restraint, it's just that you are afraid to move forward, that's why we ended up like this.

Still in that dream, you said, "Sal, do you hibernate in winter too? Like other snakes?"

I asked, "How do you know my bloodline?"

You say, "Of course I would know, Sal, we're friends, how could I not even notice that."

Feeling panic, I turned my head suddenly and looked into your eyes.They are still so gentle, soothing my every nerve affectionately, making me inexplicably at ease.

You say, "I see what you're thinking, Thrall. You're not the only one who knows how to use Legilimency. No, I don't think you're inferior just because you're a magical creature. You're my friend, I Will always be by your side."

You said, "Sal, I'm an emotional person, and I'm not destined to love just one woman. But I don't want to be so lonely and alone. Would you like to be with me for the rest of your life?"

"Sal."

"Sal."

"Sal."

I smile wryly.How much I miss the me at that time, and I can still have such expectations for you!Even though this expectation is so deeply buried, the only way to invade my mind from a dream is still a glimmer of hope, the salvation of my soul.But I am sitting here, listening to you knocking on the door and calling my name, but I feel unspeakable bitterness in my heart.

It's fate, too ironic.

It's different.Everything is different.I opened the door and walked past you without looking back.I can guess what you're doing behind me—hesitating a little, then striding forward.Every choice in your life, every change, is nothing more than that.You always refuse to stay, always choose to let go.