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This time the turmoil came to an end with Gryffindor reluctantly saying "I'll think about it".

The next morning, when Gryffindor was woken up by Slytherin from his sleep, he thought that the latter was finally going to apologize, but Slytherin's first sentence shattered his illusion.

"Something happened to Emily, I think there's something wrong with the ring," Slytherin said hastily.

"Who? You didn't come to apologize?" Gryffindor asked, opening his eyes in a daze.

"Merlin," Slytherin raised an eyebrow, and gave him two clear waters very simply.

Gryffindor shivered from the cold water and jumped out of bed, wide awake.

"Salazar!" he yelled angrily.

"Hurry up and get dressed, there is something wrong with that ring," Slytherin repeated, grabbed the clothes that Gryffindor left at the end of the bed yesterday, glanced at them and threw them to him with disgust.

Seven minutes later, Gryffindor packed himself, grabbed two sandwiches from the Slytherin breakfast table, downed a bottle of Aging Potion, and hurried out the door.The latter called the elf to change a sandwich for himself, and continued to enjoy his breakfast slowly.

When Gryffindor protested why he didn't go with him, Slytherin easily defeated him with one sentence.

"I thought you wouldn't let me meet that lady again, it's really rare," he gestured to get up and change clothes.

Gryffindor quickly pinned him down on the chair and trotted away.

When he arrived in St. Mungo's, he realized that the problem was not as serious as he had imagined. That Emily King was just confused by the environmental magic circle left on the ring. Now her condition has stabilized and she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

He stood in the corridor and watched the nurses and therapists in white uniforms come and go in an orderly manner, stomped his feet, and planned to leave.

St. Mungo's is located in one of the more prosperous neighbourhoods.Similar to the Muggle hospital, there are many small restaurants and grocery stores around it. Gryffindor is slightly upset at this moment, looking at the street scene, he rarely has the idea of ​​strolling casually.

He walked along the cobblestone road, passed many small shops selling breakfast, walked into one at random, took out a few Knuts, bought a large cup of coffee, and ate the sandwiches he held in his hand as he walked.

By the time the sandwiches were finished, the small street was halfway through, and an intersection at the end was clearly visible.He sighed, and Apparated.

Since Slytherin had given him free access to the manor, he had chosen to disapparate on the grass outside the manor's large walls.The feet landed on the soft grass, which made people's mood brighten. Gryffindor often exhaled and planned to walk into the manor.

He stretched out his hand to push open the door, and the magic circle welcomed his entry after a wave of silver light flashed.He took a few steps forward when he saw Thomas in riding clothes.

"Good day, sir," Thomas also saw him, bowing slightly.

"What is this suit?" Gryffindor asked, stopping.

"Master intends to ride a horse for two laps in the woods to the east," Thomas replied respectfully.

Gryffindor felt a surge of excitement when he heard about horse riding, which was his favorite sport. "Bring me a horse too," he said without thinking.

He soon got a fat and strong brown hunting horse, and rode it to the woods.

After going around for a couple of times, he remembered where Slytherin liked to stay - the small river on the island had a wider channel on the east side of the forest, which could almost be regarded as a small river bend, with a bridge very close to the water on it. wooden bridge.It is full of alfalfa that horses like to eat. Slytherin often tied the horse to a nearby tree in the middle of riding out to play, sat on the bridge, took off his boots and dipped his ankles in the water for a nap.Under the effect of the magic circle, Slytherin Manor is like spring all the year round, and it is very comfortable to do that after strenuous exercise.

Relying on old memories, Gryffindor quickly found the place.Looking up, there was a shiny black hunter tied to an oak tree.He laughed, tied his horse to a neighboring tree, and strode on.Not far away, he saw Slytherin.

The bridge railing is a bit high for a ten year old.Slytherin was wearing a set of dark green children's riding clothes, with black lambskin boots put aside, one arm hugging the upright post of the railing, trousers rolled up to reveal a section of calf, and the ankles were immersed in the gentle and clear water.He swayed his legs very contentedly, and climbed on the rail with the other arm, humming some songs like a real child.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor greeted from afar.

Slytherin turned his head, a happy smile on his face. "Godric!" He freed his arm from the rail and waved to Gryffindor.

Godric walked over and sat beside him, also taking off his boots.

They sat together, and Gryffindor spoke first, saying, "Are you kidding me on purpose?"

"You're still thinking about that?" Slytherin said softly, turning to look at him.

"Well," Gryffindor also replied softly, "I think you did it on purpose."

"Yes," Slytherin admitted, "it was."

"Why?" Gryffindor asked.

"I hope you know what I'm thinking, Godric," Slytherin pulled his legs up, cast a quick-drying spell, put on his boots, sat on a bridge with one leg bent, and said, "The last time we It’s because I don’t have the courage to communicate.” He stared at the river and said, “Although it’s very boring to make assumptions about what has happened, if I could tell you directly at the beginning and have a good talk with you, or you plan to leave When you ask me carefully, none of these things can be so wrong.”

Gryffindor was silent for a while, nodded, and said, "We must clarify as soon as possible what happens to us in the future."

"Yes," Slytherin nodded.

They sat still for a while, until the hottest part of the afternoon was over, and the sun began to slant, and the light in the lush woods dimmed.The Gryffindor sat back on his boots as well, then stretched out an arm to wrap around Slytherin's shoulders.

Slytherin leaned towards him without any resistance, his small body leaning against his chest.Then he laughed softly.

"It's strange that you're so much taller than me all of a sudden," he said softly.

Gryffindor reached out to straighten his somewhat messy hair, pinning the two long strands behind his ears.He cupped Slytherin's face in his hands, nuzzling his cheek with his thumb, "Salazar?" He called out his name questioningly.

The Slytherin smiled and nodded slightly, and the Gryffindor leaned down and kissed his forehead, eyes, and finally his lips.