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Gryffindor walked through the woods. Two days ago, he entered this valley, only a dozen miles away from the goblin settlement. In order to prevent being discovered by the guards, he stopped using Apparition and began to walk on foot.The area where he is now is covered by dense forests, the trees are covered with vines, various shrubs grow on the ground, and weeds grow close to the ground.In this season, most of the plants have only dry branches left. Walking among them is not an easy task, and the way will be blocked by obstacles intertwined with various plants from time to time.Gryffindor waved his wand and cast a Slicing Charm to clear the way. Some trees were hit, and snow fell from the branches and leaves, accumulating on his hat and shoulders.

It's eerily quiet in the winter forest.Gryffindor let out a long breath, looked at the rising white mist, and decided to stop for a rest and eat something.He looked around, found a big fallen tree, brushed the snow off it, and sat down.All that can be seen around is vegetation, with an occasional pine tree or two standing out against the dry brown and black.He has been walking alone for the past few days, and the valley where Hogwarts is located has long been invisible. The vegetation is dense in this place, and the line of sight is completely blocked by various plants within one meter. I calmed down a lot.

He kept thinking of Slytherin, thinking uncontrollably.

He didn't intend to give up, but he couldn't do anything.

He knew Slytherin when he was 13 years old, and it has been 12 years till today.Slytherin had always trusted him, he was sure of that, but he didn't know exactly when he had thought that way.Gryffindor felt his cheeks burn now when he remembered sharing a tent with the Slytherins during the four of them' journey from Slytherin Manor to Hogwarts.They traveled on the road, stopping occasionally to play, and walked for three years.From the winter when they set off, Slytherin sometimes hugged him to sleep. When he woke up for the first time in the morning, faced with his own questioning, Slytherin said flatly, "I'm afraid of the cold", with such an understatement. He blocked all his words.But now Gryffindor really wanted to go back to that time, to be able to hug him again, even if he was just for warmth.He could think of those winters when he closed his eyes, Slytherin lying sideways in his arms, silver hair spread out to cover most of his face, and the faint smell of peppermint.He remembered the dark purple nightgown that Slytherins loved, and it always made Slytherins look particularly pale.

Unfortunately, this is already a memory.With a wry smile, he took out a piece of bread from the space bag and took a bite.After he said that, how could Slytherin let himself get close to him.I'm afraid it's hard to even be friends.

But he didn't want to let go, and he wouldn't let go.

He tucked back the rest of the bread, shook the snow from his hat and clothes, and walked on.

I'll be back before winter is over, Gryffindor thought.

Slytherin straightened up, a faint blush appearing on his face. "Rowena, thank you." He cast a quick-drying spell on the water stains on Rowena's shoulders, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and cleaned his wine-stained robe.

"You're welcome. Your eyes are a little red. And Helga, what are you planning?" Rowena asked after tidying up the table and carpet.

"There is no plan, just live together in a very ordinary way. I want to let myself go." Slytherin replied gently.He stood up from the sofa, took out a bottle of potion from the cabinet, poured it on a handkerchief and pressed his eyes.

"But now Godric..." Ravenclaw reminded him.

"I've made up my mind. I don't want to get stuck in this matter any longer. I want to move forward." Slytherin put down his handkerchief, pointed to her eyes, "Are you okay?"

"It's not obvious," Ravenclaw replied.

"I still have a lot of documents to look at, Rowena, if you came here just because of what happened just now, why don't you go back first?" Slytherin looked at her, "I want to be alone."

"Then you'd better not read any documents." Ravenclaw walked to his writing desk and looked at the thick stack of documents on it. "Your poison treatment in Halloween is late, you must rest. Your complexion is very bad today."

"Well, it's really nothing important," said Slytherin. "I'll be able to throw these things to the assistant tomorrow. The eldest son of the Malfoy family, Charlie Malfoy. You should have met, he used to be in my house on."

"I remember," said Ravenclaw, "I never liked Malfoy very much."

"But they can solve problems that you can't, like this pile of papers."

"What's so difficult about reading the documents!" Ravenclaw looked at the top one. ""Summary of Muggle Situation Analysis in Scotland in January", sounds very important", she finished reading the title, and was surprised when she picked up the document, "Here is the summary!" She turned the pages, "Page 182 ! What kind of summary is this!"

"That can actually be thrown away, it's useless." Slytherin comforted her with a voice.

"So thick! Useless?" Ravenclaw looked at him in surprise.

"It was written by the imagination of those clerks sitting in the heated room," Slytherin explained, flipping through the files, and took out a few thin sheets of paper. Only the news that comes down and the analysis behind it can be used." He handed the few pieces of paper to Ravenclaw.

"Okay," Ravenclaw took the few sheets of paper and compared them with the summary.

"Let me take a look at this summary first," she said. "In order to facilitate you to understand the battle situation on the front line, commend the brave and tenacious fighting spirit, analyze the stupidity and incompetence of the Muggle church, convey the latest news, and inspire everyone. There are dictations of warriors who have personally experienced the battlefield, and put the actual situation into writing..." She couldn't read any more, and turned a few pages backwards, which read, "The wisdom of our soldiers...the spirit of long-term struggle." On the back cover, it read, "... may our fallen rest in peace." Ravenclaw threw the summary back on the table and began to read the pages.

The first one is a map, marking the deployment of Muggle troops, church strongholds, settlements, etc., and the next few are brief reports of the battle situation.

"You're right, this 182 pages should really be thrown away, it's useless." Ravenclaw rubbed his temples, looking at Slytherin, "Why did they write such a thing! It's a waste!"

"Well, you have to give them something to do." Slytherin smiled without explaining in detail.

"Aha, creaky old mechanism!" said Ravenclaw.

"However, Rowena, you have to learn to read these documents. I will tell you in a few days." Slytherin said, "I just said that I may awaken my blood, and it should start this spring For some performances, my health will not be very good. Now I am in charge of the administration, finance and personnel of Hogwarts, and I still have a battle with Muggles to fight here. I am afraid it will be a mess. Helga really It's not that material, it might be okay to let her take care of the teaching, Godric is already doing defense, and he can't do paperwork. It's just you."

Ravenclaw glanced at the "Analysis Summary of the Muggle Situation in Scotland in January", and frowned, "I'm afraid, it's not very good." "I will teach you first, and then I can find someone to help you, Someone just has to watch."

"I understand, well, I promise."

"Okay, then you go to a meeting with me tomorrow."