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("Daddy"), the four-year-old girl sat on Slytherin's lap, stroking the basilisk's head with a small hand, ("I want an Eris"), she raised a pair of Slytherin The same dark green eyes look at her father, who is busy with paperwork, (“Give me an Eris for my birthday, the day after tomorrow.”)

The girl who said this is naturally Sylvia. Due to the Slytherin family contract, she has the same pair of beautiful dark green pupils and straight silver hair as her father, but aside from these iconic colors, she It is also seven points similar to Slytherin's appearance.As it stands, she's a sweet and smart little girl, although the former is limited to Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws.

("First of all, Eris is her name, you should say you want a basilisk; second, the story I read to you mentioned the breeding method of basilisks, you know even if I start now, the day after tomorrow You can't get it; and third, you don't remember to speak English.") Slytherin puts his arm around her waist and pulls her up, patting Eris on the head reassuringly.

("I don't like English," Sylvia pursed her mouth, opened her arms and hugged his waist, and rubbed her head in his arms as if revenge.

("So what the hell are you trying to do to Eris the day after tomorrow, my little rascal?") Slytherin picked up his coquettish daughter and kissed her on both cheeks.

Sylvia hugged Slytherin's neck in frustration, ("Can I let Eris eat all the cake the day after tomorrow, I don't like that thing.")

("Oh, dear miss, of course you can").When Eris heard about the cake, she raised her head happily, shaking left and right very excitedly.

("What would you like as a present, Sylvia?") Slytherin took a recent comb from a drawer below, smoothed out her hair, and tied it back with a silver ribbon.

("Nothing in particular,") Sylvia sat upright in his father's arms seriously, stroking her wand subconsciously, ("Dad, come with me to Ireland for a day, you are always busy land.")

Under the accusing eyes of his daughter, Slytherin was defeated as always.It was almost lunch time, he picked up the cute little girl, walked to the hall and said, ("Okay, but you play with me every day, be good the day after tomorrow, don't run around. Tomorrow will be at my mother's place Be good too, don't tease the Mandrake casually.")

11 years later

The so-called time flies like an arrow and time flies, when a child grows up, it is often both a moment and ten years in the parents' memories.Miss Sylvia Slytherin's fifteenth birthday party is just around the corner.

Our Miss Slytherin did not study magic at Hogwarts like other little wizards. All her courses were taught by teachers recommended by her family.Like her maturing use of magic, she has grown into a beautiful girl, also the sleek and elegant Permanent Secretary to the Ministry of Magic's Finance Department.The Duke of Slytherin didn't age like his peers, in fact, due to his growing magical power, coupled with the influence of blood, he looked like his daughter when he opened those dark green eyes for the first time. The excited father who arrived, made no difference.

The resemblance between father and daughter is even more pronounced.Naturally, the two cannot be said to be exactly the same in terms of appearance alone, but the same temperament in their gestures, speech and behavior made them extremely similar.

("Oh, Dad, do you like this one?") Sylvia walked down the steps in an emerald green dress, and turned around in front of him, her long silver hair raised slightly, her expression flickering. As innocent and charming as ever.A daughter will always favor her father, especially when her father is handsome and gentle.

("Yes, it matches your eyes well"), Slytherin picked up an emerald necklace and put it on her swan-like neck, kissing her forehead lovingly.

("Then wear this one",) Sylvia hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek, ("Dad, I still want to go horseback riding with you this afternoon, the Gaunt men are bored to death .”)

("Then don't go"), Slytherin watches as the maid puts her shoes on, and holds out an arm for her to support, ("What's for a birthday?")

("Forget it, I promised him"), Sylvia complained, ("Dad, you should really listen to what he wrote, poetry...") She put on her shoes and walked a few steps in place , ("Your emerald eyes...") She imitated Norman Gunter's tone exaggeratedly, ("Dad, your emerald eyes...") She smiled slyly, pointing at Slater Lin's dark green pupils.

("Okay, you can't be so naughty outside"), Slytherin laughed, and handed her the gloves, ("Come back before dark.")

("Yes, Your Excellency.") Sylvia left behind a string of crisp laughter, holding up her skirt and leaving.