Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

I used to wonder, why do wizards attach so much importance to Muggle festivals and are sincerely happy when they obviously have no faith?Later, when I saw Anna and Daphne sitting around under the Christmas tree and laughing, I realized that this joy had nothing to do with the birth of Jesus. Reasons are needed, no cover-up is needed.It's just that everyone wants a chance to say goodbye to the past and embrace a new life.When I watched Emily help Rowena decorate the Ravencloud common room, I realized that the only one who couldn't get over the sadness was me.

——Maybe I am too nostalgic for the memories of the past, maybe I really can't say this farewell sentence.I am waiting for fate, and also for another completely different possibility.The jubilation ignited the atmosphere that should have been on Christmas Eve. The emotion grew stronger and stronger, and even I couldn't help but be infected by it.

Neither you nor Marvolo showed up. On the contrary, little Malfoy was so cute dangling in front of my eyes, so I asked him to sit beside me.He told me that both his parents lived in the other side of the sphere, which they couldn't reach even at Christmas.He said that he missed his mother so much, and whenever he cried, she used to bend down gracefully and hold his face to comfort him.He also misses his always stern but personable father, the one who taught him aristocratic etiquette and gave him silent support.

He proudly said in his immature voice: "If my father were here, he would definitely kiss me on the cheek and then praise my progress. I have grown up and can add glory to my family in the future."

Yeah, whenever this is the time, we talk about family, we talk about tradition.But my home has never been truly owned, and I don't know if my mother is still alive or not.I envy little Malfoy, but I also know that one day he will experience the same loss.

Overwhelmed by the joy of the festival, I asked him to come closer, and I told him:

"Malfoy, when you grow up, you will definitely be an outstanding person."

I watched the corners of his lips rise slightly, and felt inexplicably impulsive—will this innocence be lost in the sea of ​​time one day?

Kissing that arc by accident, your outline falls under the shadow of my eyelashes.I immediately pushed him away.

But it was too late.I saw a disappointed look on your face, walking towards me step by step.Little Malfoy is an extremely sensible child, so he can naturally sense that your attitude is not good, so he walked away quietly under my hint.

Godric Gryffindor, you frowned, as if you had thought of something terrible.You were angry at that time and hated me, I know it all.But have you ever thought about what about yourself?If my little fun with Marvolo counts as corrupting, how honest can you be with me in places Emily doesn't know about?Could it be that I can't even encourage a child with kisses, so I must become the insidious and cunning black wizard in the rumors?

You believe the rumors of those barbarians, but you don't believe me alone.But Godric Gryffindor, you know, I am no longer as young as I used to be, no longer able to withstand betrayal and suspicion.Every twitch of the taut strings of my pocket watch is my heartbeat counting down.Those days of drinking in the castle, those places where I wandered with you, have lost their color—for they are not only in space, but in time.Even if I revisit the old place with you, I will no longer be the enthusiastic boy I was at the beginning.

Happiness cannot be copied, and memories cannot be obtained.The desire for expansion and wild delusion are all sealed in an invisible corner of my heart, just because I don't want to bring them up again.But you, you have to know, that is powerless rage, bitter contempt, sorrow without tears, pain without sound, and sorrow without words.

Take my words back, Godric Gryffindor, I don't hate you - how could I, how dare I?

It's you who gave me everything.I will give you whatever you want, do you want my people?Didn't you already occupy it early?Want my heart?It is approaching the final pulse, but it still wants to hold on for one more second to complete the text for you; do you want my life?Take it, Yishun take the rest with you.The only thing I beg you to leave me is that Christmas Eve.I beg you, give me a chance, make up a lie to myself, let me think that my life will end perfectly.

You followed me all the way to my room and locked the door behind my back.As a courtesy, I lighted all the candlesticks in the room, waiting for you to speak.

The candle flame crawls on your solemn face like a marble sculpture, and the shadow of your eyelashes covers the blue ocean.I feel you avoiding, me, or yourself.Your beautiful lips are slightly open, and the breath in it seems to be absent, hooking my soul and leaving my body.

My usually cold and quiet room suddenly became warmer.That's why I can't leave you—even if you are as deep as a cliff away from me, at the end of the day, you are still the one who gives me warmth.More than that, you awakened the heat of my life, the heat of my soul, you awakened my passion and desire, and let this flame-like passion penetrate into every cell, setting off a wave of excitement.As before, as now, as in that dream I was nostalgic for.

The moonlight is like a river, flowing on your golden hair, passing through the years, it seems to be nothing.We looked at each other face to face for a long time, no words, no hugs, no kisses, nothing that happened.

Godric Gryffindor, how I wish I could have a chance to return to the square with the stone parterres, dressed in fine clothes, and meet you again.How I hope that I can throw away everything in the past, forget about this wrong choice, and give me another chance to make up for all my losses.

You frowned, as if anger was brewing.How cute is the serious look on your face, if only you looked like this when you said those vows to me.Too long silence will condense the air and stop time.We looked at each other, hoping that the silence would continue for more.One second, two seconds, or, forever that we can't reach.

In the end, like every choice in the past, you are the one who breaks the silence.you say:

"Sal, I think we need to talk."

What is there to say between us?Those most profound, not long ago engraved in the heart, but also buried by too many thoughts?If there is really something else, I still look forward to it, if I can get it from you——

"Don't say it." I suddenly interrupted you with a voice, closing the distance between us, "This is my dream Christmas."

"Oh," you seemed to remember something, and smiled slightly, "Merry Christmas, Sal."

Blame me for being unprepared, and your Legilimency was too unexpected and too shallow.This even made me hesitate for a moment, wondering whether you, like me, really want to sing a carol at this time, so as to break away from all the past, and have nothing to do with it.

But I just can feel that you are different.It was as if the once unrestrained person was standing by my side again.It's like, we're back on the banks of the Kadu River again.It is such a thought that stimulates my heartbeat and stirs up every nerve in me.

"Merry Christmas." I walked past you and removed the chain on the door, "Please sit down."