hp swirl

the next day, early in the morning

Gryffindor woke up very early, he retracted his arms in a trance, and hugged the body of the child nestled on his chest tightly.

He finally made peace with Slytherin yesterday, and he managed to stay on the big bed in the middle of the Slytherin bedroom that night without being evicted.

He opened his eyes, and the bright sunlight outside the bed curtain could not pass through the thick curtains, but only dazzled a layer of light on the light blue fabric, and it was not dazzling at all through the snow-white jacquard inner curtain, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling.He reached out and pulled Slytherin's white nightcap off, and stroked his forehead, where he'd been terrified the last time he'd had a sudden fever.

"Godric," the Slytherin muttered in sleepy protest when he woke him, reaching out to push his hand away.

"Salazar," Gryffindor whispered in his ear, "you look like a child."

"You're only 13 years old now," Slytherin turned over, facing Gryffindor's merciless counterattack.

They stayed silent for a while, then got up, washed, and ate.

A slight change had taken place in Slytherin's routine, though.His valet, Thomas, has been taken by Gryffindor for most of his work.Poor Veela looked at his master in bewilderment.

And Slytherin was sitting on the edge of the bed, letting Gryffindor button his collar, and just waved him off.

"Godric, Thomas is going to cry," Slytherin said softly as he looked at Gryffindor mockingly when he went out.

The instigator of the incident responded with a bright smile, "It's not good for him to take a vacation."

At noon, Slytherin brought two aging potions.

"Drink this, and then we'll go hang out in Muggle circles," Slytherin said.

"Okay," Gryffindor nodded, picked up his own, and went into the bathroom.

They changed clothes, Apparated from the Manor to the Leaky Cauldron, and then into Muggle world.

"It's a bit far, so let's call a taxi," Slytherin told him.

Gryffindor had no objection.

After getting into the car, Gryffindor saw Slytherin give him a mischievous smile.

"Sir, where are you going?" After a brief greeting, the driver asked.

"Royal Palace".Slytherin said briskly, and cast a series of anti-tap charms.

The place they are going to is Buckingham Palace.

Gryffindor looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say. "Salazar, what are we doing at Buckingham Palace?"

"An audience with the Queen. I have a title, after all." Slytherin gave him a smile. "Are you serious?"

"Of course, it was settled last month," he said briskly. "Things are not so good in Britain at the moment. There's a lot of worry about the Russians everywhere."

Gryffindor made a gesture of listening.

"I told them that wizards are willing to help," he said with a smile. "They believe that they don't need to pay much to get the full support of wizards." You know, the wizard power in Britain is the strongest now, Germany was good and the black magic is the strongest, but now they need time to solve their own problems. Simply put, they think it is profitable. The treaty was signed last week, It has magical effect and cannot be violated."

"You signed it?"

"No, of course it's our Minister of Magic," he said with a chuckle, "The first major event after his re-election is to announce a financial investment of 2000 million Galleons for education and social welfare, and the source of funds belongs to Muggles government."

"What are you going to do, Salazar?"

"I don't intend to do anything, I just want to get myself a legal citizenship."

Gryffindor thought for a while and exclaimed, "You want to make the wizarding world public?"

"Yes, and we will have a legal nationality, a constitution, and the right to vote," he smiled and said indifferently.

"Now?"

"Not so fast, I plan to use it for ten years, starting today."

Car to outside the palace.

Slytherin paid for the car and pulled Gryffindor down.

They were very conspicuous when they entered the palace, because today is not an open day for tourists.When they came out, due to the later time, there were much fewer people.

The last RCMP had just passed them, and Gryffindor reached out and grabbed the Slytherin's tie and pulled it towards him, and their lips collided.

The Slytherin met Gryffindor's sea-blue eyes before he could remove the fact from the guard's bearskin hat, and after a moment's hesitation, he wrapped his arms around his waist and deepened the kiss.

At breakfast the next day Thomas brought a stack of newspapers.

Slytherin took a copy, flipped through it, folded it and handed it to Gryffindor.

"I'm a little surprised," Slytherin looked at Gryffindor, took the newspaper in doubt and put it in his hand, not intending to read it, and reminded, "This is today, I think you will want to know."

"What?" Gryffindor asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"See for yourself," Slytherin replied.

Gryffindor picked up the "Guardian" on top full of doubts, and froze at the first page.

He and Slytherin made headlines.

"Quite a lot." Slytherin stretched his arms and picked up the "Sun" in the middle, flipped to the third page, and spread it out for Gryffindor to read.

Gryffindor could only hear his slow voice for a moment, "They actually used this picture instead of the third version of the girl, I really don't know what to say, Godric. You can also look at this, "Mirror" " The Daily Telegraph, The Independent, even The Times, and there are several of them.”

Gryffindor grabbed the stack of newspapers and flipped through them.

Color spreads, headlines, columns.

He looked at the Slytherin who sat across the table and sneered, and choked.

"There were too many people, and there were crowds of reporters in front of the palace," Slytherin whispered.

Gryffindor remembered how hard it was for the two of them to return to the wizarding world yesterday, and felt that he should have expected today's events.

"They won't be too keen," he said, "and a day or two will pass."

"On the contrary," Slytherin said sternly, "there was news about me in the newspaper a few days ago—as the Duke of Slytherin, a member of the royal family who just returned from Europe. Muggle cover-up news, they can't just give Duke of Man."

"This is breaking news," he concluded, looking at Gryffindor's face.

By the end of the summer, Gryffindor would be in third year, and Slytherin looked like he was ten, but Gryffindor knew he was only seven.

Gryffindor was standing on platform nine and three quarters waiting for Slytherin for the second time, and his mood was quite different from the last time.He didn't want to go to Hogwarts at all right now, Slytherin and his relationship had just recovered, and leaving now made him linger.

"Salazar!" He waved to the approaching Slytherin.