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Gryffindor had two spelling lessons this morning that were shared between Slytherin and Gryffindor houses. He finished the lessons quite absent-mindedly and prepared to leave.At this time, the head of Slytherin's house, Little Black, came over.

"Professor, I have a few questions that I don't understand."

Gryffindor nodded to show that he heard it, and walked towards the door without stopping, while replying, "Let's talk about it in two days, I still have something to do."

At this time, the students had almost left, and only Little Black of Slytherin College and the heirs of several other pure-blood families were left. Little Black raised his voice slightly and asked, "Professor, will the dean move back to the manor?"

"What?" Gryffindor stopped and looked back at him.

"The professor of Potions was temporarily replaced by Baron Humphrey Prince. We haven't seen His Excellency the Duke for a whole day." Little Black added.

"Salazar has something to deal with, isn't Professor Prince teaching well?"

"No, of course not," Little Black bowed slightly, "Goodbye, Professor."

Gryffindor did not find Slytherin in the cellar, and after asking Simon, he headed for Ravenclaw Lab.

It should be said that Gryffindor is second to none in terms of mobility. When he arrived, the fingerprints on Slytherin's face hadn't faded. Hufflepuff had just woken up from the joy and was asking Ravenk Why did Law fight Slytherin?

"Godric, you're here." Slytherin took Hufflepuff's ice cubes wrapped in a towel and applied it to his face. His current physical condition should use as little magic as possible.In fact, Gryffindor's cleansing spell yesterday had caused red spots on his back like allergies.

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin, then at Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw who were about to quarrel, hesitated, sat down in front of Slytherin, and asked, "What happened to your face?"

"Rowena," replied the Slytherin with rare honesty.

"Rowena, why did you hit him?" Gryffindor asked Ravenclaw in surprise.

"Because..." Ravenclaw found himself trapped in the siege of two people but couldn't get out. The only one who could solve this dilemma was also the instigator of this dilemma-Salazar Slytherin was still using ice Apply to face.She couldn't say why, because that would inevitably put Hufflepuff and Gryffindor into a strange relationship, but Ravenclaw wanted to say very much. In her eyes, Slytherin is currently using Hufflepuff behavior is very immoral.

Gryffindor, who asked several times without getting an answer, stopped impatiently, and turned back to care about Slytherin, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Slytherin smiled at him, glanced at Ravenclaw who was about to lose control, and thought it was better not to stay, so he glanced at Gryffindor, and then said, " Let's go to the cellar, and I have something to tell you."

Slytherin led Gryffindor into the bedroom.

After the two sat down, Slytherin ordered Simon to bring tea, and then only the two remained.A window was opened in the cellar, and the sun was magically let in. It was reflected on the fine china and the shiny silver tableware, and it was like a sharp knife in the eyes, but it carried the warmth and aroma of the food.

"Godric, as I just said, I have something to tell you," Slytherin stirred the hot tea and put the teaspoon on the plate, "Helga is pregnant, I just found out today, there should be about one It's been a month." He picked up the cup and took a sip.

Gryffindor just stared at Slytherin in a daze, and it took a long time before he said, "The students in your college asked me about you today," he paused, and said, "They asked me, did you move back to the manor?" Alright." He smiled sternly.He has decided not to let go no matter what, but such news still makes him feel very uncomfortable.The person in front of him is about to become a father, and he will be farther away from himself.

"I don't have that plan, I like living in Hogwarts".Slytherin replied.

A gleam of light flashed in Gryffindor's eyes, "Then I..."

"You can live next to me for the time being. Since Helga is pregnant, we plan to live separately. She should live in her own place. The situation last night showed that I really need someone to follow. I don't like being close The valet has been following, so Godric, please help me." He picked up his teacup again.

Gryffindor completely lost the stiffness just now, and agreed, "Of course", he thought for a while, and then asked, "Rowena, why did you hit you?"

Slytherin stopped what he was doing. "She found out about you and was very angry. She thought I was playing with you two."

"Then, Helga..." Gryffindor felt the same guilty feeling he had felt at Christmas again.

"She doesn't know yet, Godric," said Slytherin, watching his face, "why don't you give up?"

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin nervously, "I don't want to give up."

"No matter how long it takes, I can't guarantee that she won't know. Godric, I have always valued the friendship between the four of us." Slytherin said, "Can you give up before you can't hide it?"

"I won't let go." Gryffindor stood up emotionally.

"What's the point?" Slytherin asked calmly.

"The meaning is that I need you." Gryffindor sat down again and said, "I thought about it for a long time during those few days, the days when I went to the goblin, Salazar, I don't want to leave you. It's a kind of I need it, I..." He began to speak in confusion, not knowing what to say.

"I don't," Slytherin looked at him, with imperceptible sadness in his eyes, "I don't feel the need for that. I don't need that."

Gryffindor retorted, "Then you said you have always valued friendship, how can you say you don't need emotions?"

"When I first met you, I was willing to talk to you because your potential is really good. Helga is my wife, Rowena. She is very smart, isn't she?"

Gryffindor looked at him in disbelief, "You, why, why do you think so! You always make friends like this? Do you still have a heart!"

"Of course there is a heart of flesh and blood, but what you want is owed."Slytherin replied indifferently, took a sip from his teacup.

After a moment of silence, there was the sound of Gryffindor slamming the door.

"Simon," the Slytherin called.

"What are your orders, Your Excellency?"

"Change me, and invite Miss Rutherwell to the manor for lunch."

Cynthia Lantherwell rubbed the feathers on her fan boredly.

Today she is wearing a pale pink dress with black trim, a wide black ribbon framing the slender waist, and a black mink shawl with a ruby ​​brooch pinned to the neckline.She has a fair complexion, a pair of flexible and bright black eyes under her slender and beautiful eyebrows, and a healthy blush on her delicate face at the right age.Her long, thick black hair was held in place slightly with a pearl hair pin, and was let down in a showy way, draped over her shoulders along the neck of her neck.

She fantasized about becoming a duchess, but this fantasy dissipated when she actually saw Slytherin at the age of 17.She is a bright and keen girl.She can always make men feel that she is kind, friendly, dignified and gentle.She could see that the rumored and picky Duke of Slytherin was not a libertine who was keen on dewy games.To her, that man was just like the island where the Slytherin manor was where the ball was held, hidden in the middle of the foggy and dangerous swamp, quiet and arrogant, powerful and elegant.Maybe he just wanted to find someone to sit quietly with, she thought so, laughing at her wild thinking, and continued to look for a suitable marriage partner.

That Christmas, she'd been keeping an eye on Slytherin, and everyone, I should say, was doing that.The second time she saw Slytherin come out of the common room, he had a curiously tired look on his face, especially after she learned that Miss Hufflepuff, who had just become Mrs. Slytherin, had left alone when.So she called the waiter who came over, picked up a glass of wine, and gave him a clear lip print on the rim of the glass.To her somewhat surprise, the Slytherin responded.When he looked over by himself, the red lip marks left by him were in his lips, which was everyone's default response.

It should be said that such an explicit invitation was well worth it. She spent that Christmas Eve crazy and extremely happy.First harvest the lives of the paladins in the largest cathedral in Scotland, then listen to the earth-shattering explosions and kiss in front of the burning cross, and finally end up on the bed of a manor in the Scottish Highlands.It was really an unforgettable night for her, maybe it should not be called a night, after all, it was past tea time when the Duke got up, and she herself stayed in bed until dinner time.

And now, the Duke of Slytherin invited her to lunch at the Manor.To be honest, Cynthia Rutherwell now wants to know what the Duke thinks of Hufflepuff, and of course all this may be because the Duke needs an heir of the right blood.Thinking of the Duke's mother coming from the Gaunt family, that famous family that would do anything for blood and even have a history of incest, it doesn't seem unbelievable.

She raised her eyebrows boredly. Hufflepuff, a little pure-blooded nobleman, might not be able to understand this kind of thing.