Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

I have never found the corridors so silent during curfew, as if all life had died.You can only see the candlelight dancing and dancing, and you can only hear the breath lingering in your ears.I walk ahead, but my heart is behind.I doubt your thoughts every second, thinking about the possibility of my every moment.Step by step, the sound of the soles of the shoes stepping on the stone gradually merged with the sound of my heartbeat.Subjective feeling, my hazy consciousness seems to gradually expand.

The cunning cold engulfed me, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.A thought hit me: what a life of failure!Bewitched by the warmth so many times, so many times I gave it a go, just to keep a piece of warmth, so that I can steal my last breath in this long cold night.But what did I get in return?Neither you, nor Dalia, nor even Anna, was by my side.

I still have nothing, walking alone in the boundless road ahead.How piously and earnestly I hope that you can come and hug me, just like you did before.I can still watch our shadows blend on the bricks and become part of each other.Thinking of this, I burst into tears.The sound of breathing echoing in the corridor suddenly became heavy, but the distance between us did not decrease at all.

I lost you.

The heavy snow continued until late at night.The snowflakes piled up on the path of the cemetery, reaching the ankles and reaching the knees.The biting wind blew across my cheeks, and the spreading temperature seeped into my blood.I looked at Henry's pale face. The person who seemed to give me a gift respectfully and humbly yesterday was lying in a coffin today and would never exist again.Is his blood still warm, is there still warmth left in his body?

The tears on my cheeks scald my soul.

You didn't cry, you just stared blankly at the heavy coffin closing with a ''bang'', leaving a heavy sigh in the air.I am so surprised at your indifference, he has served you for so long, don't you have any affection for him?

Godric Gryffindor, and I'm about to die, in the same darkness and coldness.It will soon turn into clay in peace and return to silence.My whole life, I am only willing to tell you.So please must remember that there was another Salazar Slytherin in this world, not a gloomy and terrifying appearance; Hated, hurt and made mistakes.

I don't want you to cry for me, as long as you don't leave me, even if you lie to me.I don't want to be real, the things I wrote, the things I said I hated you, were too frivolous to be believed by myself.Finally, after countless days and nights of suffering and thousands of despairs, I finally came to my senses.

As if hearing the footsteps of death, Ms. Charlotte stepped out of the gray house wall.Couldn't she have guessed the sad, doomed end?No, it is not.Godric Gryffindor, you know, that casual glance into the mirror's light has blotted out her fabric.She just has no choice.

Her fateful end was near.The wind was still destroying the bare and dry treetops, and she finally hummed a lament on the boat, so desolate and so determined.Although the lament was sung high and low, it was calm after all, but it was mellow and moving, making it unforgettable for a long time.Later, if it became a choice, the story became a legend.How dare I mention her sad look?

Out of the corner of your eye you glance over me with undisguised suspicion and contempt.I opened my mouth to explain, but the white gas in the air enveloped my breath and made me lose my courage.

Godric Gryffindor, on that winter night when even the snowflakes were trembling and the ice was shivering, when you looked at me with those fiery eyes, you were not reconciled.I know.Maybe I am as light as a feather to you, but your harmful self-esteem cannot tolerate any flaws, can it?And even though you have been unwilling to admit it, the fact is like this - you are also afraid of my leaving, after all, in that case, the romantic and unrestrained you will completely become a bubble, disillusioned in time.

Only I will be your mirror, constantly reminding you of your youthful appearance, and giving you back the reappearance of yesterday.I seem to have walked out of your old life, with dust on my body, locked in the locker by you for a long time and not opened, and if someone asks you to make a complete decision to abandon me, you are absolutely unwilling.

But I can't help you, I shouldn't help you.Choose to live a peaceful life, choose to marry and have children, these are all your own decisions.The young man with a pipe in his mouth who talked with me about oriental characters, the young man with a smile in his eyes and passionate recitation of poetry, no longer exists.My mother once taught me: "What is lost is never returned." How did life and death come true?

I walked alone through the small town of Dominic and returned to Hogwarts.Passing a stone bridge on the road, the river under the bridge hits the stone and makes a sound.

The troubadours on the bridge also praised the deeds of King Arthur, blowing everything into songs with the cold north wind.I wanted to give him a little charity, but I was held back by the passion burning in his eyes.What firm courage, what utter defiance!His singing voice is so loud and clear, sometimes it pierces the sky and the earth like a bow, and sometimes it is like a nightingale humming lightly and melodiously.

A person who truly has an unwavering will never needs anything from others.

This might be just what I need.The song I sang with my soul has come to an end; the drama I have performed with my life has come to an end.Whether it is brilliant or ordinary, as long as I salute with the remaining breath, this can be counted as a complete life.Gryffindor, think of me as a shooting star in the night sky, don't miss its last gleam.

Maybe it was because my mana drained too quickly, and Rowena finally discovered the flaw.We seem to have returned to the afternoon more than ten years ago, sitting outside your castle and drinking wine.However, things are different and people are different, the years are wasted, the eyes of the young girl's vitality have creased today, and we are sitting on the opposite side of the square table, but we don't know what to say.

The silence was so long that I forgot the time.Those purple eyes filled with watery tenderness—or actual tears.I don't know if she will cry.After a long time, Rowena finally opened his mouth to break the barrier-like silence:

"You're going to die," she said.

I nodded: "Of course."

She moved her lips, but I interrupted her: "Stop talking."

I know she wants to ask me what it is that makes me the way I am, and then I have to tell it all, and then it will be said in your ears.And this is not what I want.At that time, I could have a premonition that the time left for me was running out, and I would not be able to survive the next Christmas with dim lights.But that dream of mine still stands in my mind, lingering.

I am not as brave as Rowena, who can resolutely turn around and leave in despair, and resolutely abandon her love.I don't have her tenderness, and I can raise a life by myself.I admire her from the bottom of my heart.She is an independent, someone capable of making life difficult.And people like me, that's what it is.

It's time to end.

On the eve of Christmas, it snowed again, and the world outside was white.The Hogwarts castle is filled with glitter and trinkets, but something still seems lost.The warm candlelight warmed every corner of the room, and laughter was boiling.The innocent children had undisguised joy on their faces, and those slightly older ones gathered together with serious expressions, but there was no lack of joy in their conversations.