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Gryffindor walked around the garden irritably, and finally sat on a bench in the garden, trying to sort out his thoughts.Malfoy watched him sit down, standing quietly aside.

They have been married for 7 years, and he has no knowledge of it. For these years, he has always thought that there is just something between them.He suddenly became angry. He thought that his closest friend had concealed such an important matter from him, but soon a deeper pain swept his heart.

Between him and Slytherin, it was impossible.

Realizing this more accurately than he had in the past month made his mind a mess.Gryffindor felt that his mind was messed up, even more confused than when he first made the potion.Thinking of Hufflepuff made Gryffindor feel like a scumbag now.

But I am not malicious!He shouted in his heart.

He was overwhelmed by a growing sense of shame mixed with anger, and a moral dilemma.He called out to the elf loudly: "Give me two whiskeys, no, take a whole bottle!"

Malfoy watched nervously as Godric poured glass after glass of strong drink down his throat, and he began to have some doubts.Gryffindor's performance was too abnormal.It made him feel that Gryffindor might be interested in Hufflepuff, but he really couldn't find any other explanation.

Godric Gryffindor put the remaining about one-third of the wine bottle on the ground and slumped heavily on the bench.The effects of alcohol clouded his thinking.A second ago, he felt as if he had returned to the time when the school was first established. He fought with goblins, broke two ribs, and lay half dead on the bed, "Salazar, the potion you made is terrible It’s poison!!” He complained crazily and loudly in his mind, but in fact he was just muttering to himself; the next second, it was the last time Salazar made him jump in anger with a few words, but he was quite gloating Smiling happily, he repeated in a low voice what he had said at the time.Godric tried to stop this troublesome memory, but his drunken mind couldn't control it, and the past scenes kept replaying in his mind, as if he was watching his own memory, and deeper meanings kept appearing.

He remembered the day he and Salazar first met

Back then, back then, I was 13, he thought dully.

It was 12 years ago, in a scorchingly hot summer, and his teacher, the benefactor who saved him from a bunch of crazed Muggles, said to him, "Godric, your talents are not limited to this, you need Better teacher, there is a dance tomorrow night, you go with me to meet the Duke of Slytherin."

So he went, wearing a half-new men's tuxedo, feeling awkward all over, like a waiter compared with those nobles with jeweled cufflinks.

All the way his teacher was explaining to him why he was going to see the Duke of Slytherin.

"A non-pure-blood wizard, if he is lucky enough, like you can find a mentor, then he can learn magic. However, the content is strictly limited, only ordinary and harmless parts, some simple white magic, not How about advanced potions, transfiguration or something?" He emphasized his tone, "Godric, if you want to go further and learn truly advanced skills, then, tonight, ask the Duke of Slytherin to allow you to continue studying .Without his permission, no wizard in Europe will dare to teach you more profound content."

"Don't be reckless", Godric shouted loudly, repeating what his teacher said at the time, "Godric, you are a good boy, remember, tonight is very important, after stepping through that door", the white-haired The old man stared at him with piercing eyes, "Don't relax, be cautious, show your talent, there is no time to relax, not even a second. Godric, I have always hoped that you can achieve something."

The teacher's words aroused his fighting spirit, and he strutted into the door, but was invited to the lounge.

"My lord is very busy now, Mr. Gryffindor, please rest here now." The luxuriously dressed woman said a word to him coldly and left on her own.He walked into the door angrily.

When he stepped into the lounge, he couldn't help but lighten his steps.

On a couch facing the door sat a man in his early twenties with short light blond hair, and a boy about eleven or twelve years old fell asleep on his lap.

The boy had long silver hair that hung down his shoulders.He was wearing a dark green silk shirt with pearl cuff buttons and brooches, black trousers trimmed with silver thread, and a robe of the same style on his body. in the shadows.He sat down at the other end, and the man struck up a conversation with him.

He couldn't remember what he had said, but his incoherent speech finally woke him up.He raised his arm, and the man put down the book, so he could see his face clearly.When he saw Salazar in his memory frowning slightly and opened his eyes again, he felt that he had seen the most beautiful gem.

"You should have learned a lot of spells, so, can you show me?"

"You really want to be a wizard, who is your teacher?"

"I am Salazar Slytherin, son of the Duke of Slytherin, and his heir, to whom my father has passed this responsibility. I, Salazar Slytherin, in the name of Slytherin, Allowing Godric Gryffindor to enjoy the same rights as pure-blood wizards also gives him the same responsibilities. This is what his character and ability deserve." He still remembers holding Salazar's left hand at the end, The touch on the lips when I kissed it with a confused mood.And the Slytherin staring at him when he looked up, surprised and slightly annoyed.

He didn't know until much later, when the four of them had tea together at Hogwarts, when he should have kissed the crest ring on Slytherin's hand, not the back of his hand.

"No wonder you had such an expression at that time. I thought something was wrong." At that time, he suddenly realized.

"You gave me a fright," Slytherin said at the time. "I almost gave you a Kedavin straight away."

"Then why don't you?"

"It's a pity to kill a once-in-a-century humanoid monster like you, and keep it for exhibition." Slytherin joked with a smile in his eyes, and Gryffindor quarreled with him half-truthfully. sentence, and then laughed at by the three of them.

He still remembered the lawn and sunshine by the Black Lake at that time.

Gryffindor woke up from the memory, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became bitter.He looked up to see the Slytherin waving Malfoy back and walking towards him.