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Gryffindor sat quietly in the chair next to the Slytherin bed, which had been the most he had done these past few months.He regretted it shortly after uttering those words, but it was beyond repair.He looked at Slytherin drowsy, the anxiety in his heart and the guilt towards Helga made him want to shout, but he could only keep silent.

Hufflepuff now comes back every afternoon, and Gryffindor can't wait to run away.He watched Hufflepuff grow quiet and dignified day by day, knowing that it was Slytherin and the unborn child that made Hufflepuff grow up.He tried to tell Hufflepuff the fact that he had used her, but couldn't.Because that would tell everything, and he wasn't sure what the consequences would be.

Slytherin's symptoms were getting worse, and now it was difficult for him to sleep well, and he became sleepy easily.Last night, as he had for the last two months, he could barely sleep due to frequent pain and out of control magic.It was already afternoon, and Slytherin was still in bed, tired and unable to sleep.He pressed the quilt tightly and closed his eyes.Compared to a few months ago, Slytherin was visibly thinner.Because he didn't sleep well, there was a faint blue shadow under his eyes, making him look extraordinarily haggard.

"Godric," Ravenclaw walked in softly, gesturing to call Gryffindor out.

"The day after tomorrow will be a full moon," Ravenclaw said softly while standing in the corridor, "tonight we will let Salazar enter the magic circle. After dinner, we will go to his manor."

This is the two people who heard the slight sound of cloth rubbing and returned to the room.

Slytherin sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, Eris slowly wrapping his arms around his, rubbing his head against his neck.

"Salazar," said Ravenclaw, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "all right?"

"Still the same," Slytherin replied wearily, patting Eris' head.

"Use the magic circle tonight," Ravenclaw said, "I'll go to your manor after dinner."

"Okay," Slytherin nodded.

"Once this magic circle is activated, you will lose consciousness before dawn the next day," Ravenclaw added, "If there is anything else to do, finish it as soon as possible, and I will prepare."She stood up, patted Gryffindor on the shoulder, and left.

"Godric, I want to go for a walk in the Black Lake." Slytherin was silent for a while, looking at Gryffindor.

"Why did you go to the Black Lake?" Gryffindor looked at him in surprise. Due to physical reasons, Slytherin stopped going out casually two months ago and stayed in the cellar voluntarily.

"Come with me, Godric, before the sun goes down." Slytherin looked at the pale yellow afterglow outside the window without answering the question.

"it is good."

Slytherins and Gryffindors walked together by the Black Lake, the snow-covered path was deserted.

Due to the influence of magic, the Black Lake did not freeze, the water was very clear, with undulating ripples, and the trees and dead grass reflected in it also swayed slightly. Hogwarts Castle was reflected in the center of the lake, and the towering spire seemed to pierce into the center of the lake Same.The sun was about to set, and the pale yellow light gradually took on a gorgeous rose color, dyeing a piece of pure white snowfield red, reflecting on the two of them.

"Godric, tell Helga tonight," Slytherin murmured, a cloud of white mist rising in the air.

"What?" Gryffindor stopped, looking at the Slytherin beside him.

"Tonight, before the magic circle is activated, tell her, you always wanted to tell her." Slytherin looked at him, his dark green eyes were calm.

"But, I can't..."

"You don't have to be afraid of hurting her." Slytherin turned his back and approached the lake, took off a glove, squatted down and dipped his left hand into the lake water, "She has never been weak, she just discovered it. But You'd better have Rowena present, after all, Helga is pregnant." The icy cold lake revived him, and his chaotic thoughts that had been chaotic for several months gradually became clear.

Gryffindor was surprised at first, then calmed down. "You're right," he murmured, "we can't keep lying to her."

"Yes." Slytherin waved his arms slightly, making a splashing sound.

"What are you doing!" Gryffindor rushed to pull him up, so hard that the two fell into a ball.

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin on his shoulders, and at that moment he suddenly didn't want to get up.

Wanted to kiss him.Gryffindor thought so.

Then Slytherin coughed, and struggled to prop up his upper body.

The sun became darker, shining a blood-red color on Slytherin's face, his silver hair was even reddish, and his pale cheeks seemed to have blood again, almost giving an illusion of health.

Gryffindor interrupted his delusion and helped Slytherin stand up.Slytherin was completely exhausted from the tossing just now, panting slightly and leaning on his shoulder, a white mist floated in the air.

"Godric, look at the sun," Slytherin pointed to the setting sun they were now facing.

The red, setting sun.

"A beautiful red".Slytherin said softly.

Then Gryffindor felt the Slytherin wrap his arms around his neck and kiss his cold lips.

"I love you, Godric."

Gryffindor instinctively held his waist tightly, as if he could never let go.

"Only this moment, like this sunset, only this moment," Slytherin buried his face in his neck. "I can say that. After tonight, forget it, Godric."

Gryffindor kissed him back violently, ripping off his cloak.

The sun was still setting, and the color was getting dimmer little by little.The Slytherin looked up at the sky tremblingly as Gryffindor's hand stroked the dense scales on his back.

The setting sun, which has turned purple, is connected with the blood-dropping cloud around it, and the dim gray sky behind it.

It's like a huge wound that will never heal, lying gently in the eyes.