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After the discussion, Gryffindor followed Slytherin back to the cellar, and Hufflepuff stayed with Ravenclaw to help study the magic circle.

"Salazar," Gryffindor followed Slytherin into the door, carefully put away the joy on his face, and asked, "Can I live here for a few days?"

"Are you kidding!" Slytherin turned to stare at him. "Go back to your tower."

"Rowena said let me follow you. Besides, it's not like we haven't lived together before."

"Where are you going to have Helga live, Godric?"

"She's not coming tonight, Rowena says she won't," Gryffindor replied quickly.

A creepy smirk appeared on Slytherin's face, Godric took a step back, and heard Slytherin say briskly: "In this case, then you stay, I can still live next door."

"Fire falls from the sky, and the rivers flood the earth. The waters are foul, stained with sin and power; the winds are poisonous, bringing plague and death; the land is silent, and the wheat grows no more; and the fire will consume all, the precious and the base But it brings new hope. Rebuild the city of Rome, smash the statue of Caesar. The face under the mask, the heart in the cage. The black crown, the red hands. The engraved name, the lost truth. The long reunion , the final reconciliation."

The current head of the Slytherin family, Talos Slytherin, looked at the second son casually. The child lowered his head, his face half hidden in the shadows, and only his lips pursed from nervousness were slightly pale.

"Here's your prophecy, Salazar," he said, "this year, you're seven years old, and it's time for you to hear it. As your father, I want to know, what are your plans for the future?" I will do my best to help my brother, father." The boy raised his head slightly, his hands were still relaxed on his sides, his long silver hair was draped on his shoulders along his cheeks, and there was a decent smile on his handsome and childish face.

"There's no sincerity, but it's better for me not to interfere with this kind of junior matter." He asked the eldest son to take him out.He had always been bored with the boy.He now hopes that his eldest son can take good care of his taciturn younger brother, and let him appear as little as possible.

The absurd prophecy that "Octavian smashed the statue of Caesar" has always stuck in his mind.As Salazar grew up, his talent for the dark arts saved his life, while his aloof and arrogant personality annoyed his father.

The birth of this child was a conspiracy.As part of the Parselton family, Gunter hopes that the future head of Slytherin will have a deeper relationship with them. If the head of Slytherin is her child, her power will undoubtedly be consolidated.However, no matter Eugenie Gunter, Winston Slytherin or the head of Slytherin, they all ignored a person's thoughts.

Salazar Slytherin's thoughts.

"Salazar, come to my room." His elder brother Winston, who was ten years older than him, opened the door and said without looking back.

The two children entered the room, Winston sat down on the sofa, and Salazar stood before him.

"What is father looking for you today?"

"He listened to me my prophecy."

"Oh, I've heard that. No one can understand that kind of stuff. You'd better see Dad as little as possible, he's always been like that." Winston said with a mocking smile.His little brother had actually received the prophecy from Patriarch Trelawney, as well as his terrifying black magic talent.Unfortunately, his father hated him very much.For the eldest son, a younger brother who is too good is a threat, especially in this family where killing relatives is not taboo.

"Yes, brother"

"Mother is looking for you," Winston smiled with satisfaction. "She is waiting for you in her bedroom. Bring me tea."

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"The marigolds are blooming, I want you to come and see them." She took Salazar's hand, walked to the window, and looked at the flowers blooming in the flowerbed not far away.Eugenie, with black hair and dark eyes, is tall and swaying in a purple taffeta dress.

"Mom, I poisoned him to death."

"I know, I know, how did you fool him?"

"I put the poison on the teaspoon."

"Well done, baby," she bent down, caressed Salazar's cheek affectionately, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "What a good boy, how smart." She pulled him to the edge of the sofa Sitting down, combing his hair lovingly, brushing his fingers over the swollen strangle marks on his neck, "Did he hurt you before he died?"

"Just struggling to the death."

"It's fine, I'll cure this in a while. Don't be afraid, your father can't do anything, you are his heir, the only heir." She hugged Salazar who was standing beside her, gently Patting him on the back, he felt the child hugging her waist tightly.

Slytherin woke up covered in cold sweat, curled up his limbs and huddled up, buried his face in the soft quilt, seemed to smell the faint fragrance of his mother again, he knew that his mother always carried a Tasseled beauty cherry sachet.He tried to get Winston's contorted, blue face out of his mind.

He felt the panic gradually pass away, slowly let go of his ten fingers, took a few deep breaths, and then he half-raised his upper body and habitually cast a fluorescent flash on the position facing the bedside candlestick, trying to light the candle.However, as soon as the magic power fluctuated for a while, he clearly felt a scorching heat on his back, and then a terrible pain.He couldn't even yell out, and fell down weakly, throwing his hand over the candlestick.

"Salazar?" Gryffindor asked from the next door, and he appeared next to the Slytherin bed, picked up the candlestick and lit it.Gryffindor picked him up, which brought the Slytherin back to his senses a bit.Realizing something was wrong, Gryffindor pushed back the Slytherin's hair again, but found nothing wrong with his neck.

"On the back..." Slytherin managed to relieve the wave of pain and reminded him aloud.

Gryffindor sat beside him, holding him under the armpit with his right arm, and with his left hand unfastened the straps of his nightgown, pulling the whole thing back, clearly seeing him reappear not far below his shoulder blades Three similar wounds.Unfortunately, the three wounds were obviously not long enough. A little silver scale was already exposed in one of them, but it was obviously stuck in it, bleeding a lot.

"Salazar, the scales are stuck in that wound." Gryffindor took a deep breath and explained to Slytherin.

"Then cut it open. Don't use a spell, get a knife," Slytherin said softly.

Gryffindor looked around, but couldn't find a suitable one, so he could only use the Transfiguration Charm to turn a teacup into a knife and hold it in his hand.In order to avoid shaking, he moved forward, let Slytherin half lean on his left shoulder, put his left hand around his waist, and ruthlessly inserted the knife into the deep wound, slashing up and down, the scales Grown at a visible rate from that same rapidly healing wound, as did the other two.

Gryffindor let out a long breath, and Slytherin, who felt the pain disappeared, also relaxed a lot, but he still had no strength and was very tired, so he said softly, "Godric, go back to sleep, I'm very tired It's gone." At this moment, he was still leaning on Gryffindor's shoulder, and his warm breath brushed Gryffindor's neck openly.He forgot that the black silk nightgown he was wearing at this time had been torn off half from the back by Gryffindor, and it was only around his waist. There were still wet blood stains on his pale skin, and the yellowish color of the dancing candles. Under the light, Gryffindor was almost suffocated.

So he felt a warm touch similar to the last time on the new scales. Before he recovered, Gryffindor suddenly cast a cleansing spell on his robe and back, and then Apparated before him.