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Back in the lounge, Hufflepuff had already left with the Portkey.Malfoy was waiting for him in the lounge.

"My lord, Rothdorf recommends a Muggle-born wizard, and I hope you can give him permission to learn advanced magic." Story said. "Just follow the usual practice and ask him to come in."

Not long after, a brown-haired boy of about 13 walked in.He was wearing a light blue dress, his brown eyes looked around curiously and excitedly, and fixed on the two of them.

The Slytherin routinely finished asking questions, and the kid was clearly not talented enough.He began to rejoice that according to the usual practice, only those who successfully pass this kind of test will know his true identity. For the loser, he is just a stranger he met in the lounge. After this door, an oblivion spell is enough to solve the problem , another mediocre Muggle-born wizard was born.In the end, he still planned to finish the procedure and see how well he mastered the spell.

"So you've learned quite a few spells," said the Slytherin, thinking for a moment. "Can I have a glass of wine, please?" He pointed to the wine on the little table by the fireplace.

"Okay." The boy confidently drew out his wand and whispered the spell.The wine bottle rose vertically, and then the mouth of the bottle tilted downward, and the light yellow liquid was poured into the glass smoothly. However, at the end, the wine bottle trembled and spilled a lot. Fortunately, he put the bottle down safely.Finally he brought the wine glass back with the Flying Charm, spilling more in the process.

"Thank you," said Slytherin, catching the wobbly glass just in time, and said, "That's good." He signaled for Malfoy to finish.

"You should go to the ballroom now," Malfoy said. "The Duke may be dancing."

"Really, I'm going to have a look." The boy strode away.

"Rosdorf needs some guidance, and they may have to re-understand themselves." Slytherin let go of the hand holding the wine glass, and the glass flew back to the small table smoothly, and the remaining wine and the stains on the table and the floor spread out. Disappeared at the same time, "I'll go to the banquet hall to see, did Rosdorf take that boy away?" Slytherin asked in a raised voice, looking at Malfoy who was obviously distracted.

"Sorry, I just, remember the first time we dealt with these things. I remember that time was 12 years ago, I was 16 years old."

Slytherin poured himself a glass of wine again, "Story, this is my private matter", he walked slowly to the window, opened the dark purple curtains with rhombus flowers, and looked down at the moonlit garden .

Things about Gryffindor made him a little distraught.The truth he'll never tell is that he feels the same way about Godric. At the age of 12, he met Godric and gradually became friends. At the age of 16, Godric left England to study and the two separated.Later, at the age of 17, he lost to his father in the family infighting, so he could only marry Hufflepuff according to his wishes. He knew that it was a means by his father to weaken his power and prevent him from becoming the next Patriarch.But emotionally he does not resist Hufflepuff as his wife, because he knows that if it is not Hufflepuff, there will be other women.To be as loyal and kind as Hufflepuff, and even so obsessed with himself, is already amazing.Most of the marriages of the nobles are like this, either from political success or political failure, and end in one of the two.He also believed that he could live in peace with her for a lifetime.But things changed too quickly.

Wizards are gradually losing ground in the battle with the church, and Slytherin bears the brunt as the leader. The betrayal, murder, and struggle before the full-scale war are exhausting.After his parents died, he had to stand up for himself.He's 17, but he's Salazar Slytherin.He never gave up his ideals, honors and responsibilities, even though he was tired.Yet Godric is back, and with Rowena, a new friend.Months after their reunion, the four of them had formed a close group, and he had kept the marriage a secret from Godric, but hadn't hesitated to tell Rowena when she asked.He even used some small talk tricks to make Rowena think that he already knew about Godric, and even deceived him until now.

So he finally discovered the truth in his heart, and he no longer had the idea of ​​really getting along with Helga, and they have been separated since they were newly married until now.He understood that Helga was only childishly infatuated with him.He would rather spend time with his lover, trying like a fool to forget about the marriage.He was an unfaithful husband and a dishonest friend.I hope it can be concealed, and I hope it can be discovered.

When he guessed the reason for Godric's anomaly, he hesitated.Finally he decided to make Godric understand.Let him stop this stupid, unrealistic extravagance, let him get rid of this feeling as soon as possible, let him get rid of this pain.Slytherin's grip on Europe was at its lowest point, and if there was anything between them, he couldn't guarantee it wouldn't leak in the long run.Although pure-blood wizards do not believe in Jesus, they have been under the subtle influence of Muggles for a long time. Coupled with the continuous joining of Muggle wizards, same-sex love has become an obscene pastime that cannot be taken seriously. Once exposed, it will only become sex scandal.He wasn't worried about himself, in his position as a Slytherin, affairs were no big deal.But neither Godric nor Hogwarts could afford it.For the future of Hogwarts, and for their own honour, he would let this end as quickly as possible.He knew it would hurt Godric, but he couldn't find another way.

"I'll tell you when I think it's necessary." He pushed open the window to let in the bitter night wind, "Maybe the fireplace is too hot, maybe today's dance will make you very irritable, blowing some air will be good for you, He leaned against the window frame, raised the wine glass to his eyes and observed carefully, the moonlight cast an amber shadow on his fingers and cuffs through the light yellow liquid. "Now I want to go downstairs to dance. You can rest here for a while before coming down. After the dance, we will go to Scotland to see. I heard that there are several churches there that have grand celebrations today. We can also go and have fun."

"Yes, my lord."

The brisk melody of minuet came from downstairs, and Slytherin paused slightly as he went downstairs.Yes, that night more than ten years ago, at that ball, when Gryffindor entered the door, it was also a minuet...

The blond boy in my memory is still fresh.

Godric, I'm sorry.