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the next morning

Sylvia slowly got up, took a shower and changed clothes, drank two bottles of potions to relieve the pain in her body, and carefully checked the room to make sure that no personal belongings were left behind.She threw all the odds and ends she found into her interspatial bag, and sat on the edge of the bed watching Rick Gran who was still asleep.

She had really thought she was a little bit in love with this guy last night, but it didn't look like that was the case now.She raised one eyebrow. What happened yesterday was probably just a moment of excitement for the rest of her life after the catastrophe.She patted the man's cheek.

There was no movement, and she was in a deep sleep.

Maybe I will come to him again in the future, Sylvia felt a little nostalgia in her heart.A very pleasant few days in Scotland, she thought.Leaving without saying goodbye seems a little heartless.Sylvia hesitated for a while, and finally directly triggered the Portkey to return to the Slytherin Manor.

Anyway, Rick Grand is a big man, she thought casually, and he is not Hai Erbo who needs care.

Back at the manor, she landed firmly on the driveway outside the gate.The scenery around the manor was still peaceful and beautiful. She walked along the path that branched to the left to the small stable behind the ruins, and picked a horse that looked pleasing to the eye and rode on it.A few house-elves helped her adjust the hem of the skirt and then disappeared quickly, probably to report a message.

It was still early, she relaxed the rein and let the horse walk forward at a leisurely pace. This road leads directly to the gate of the main building, dividing the front half of the manor into east and west halves.She picked off a red heath blooming on both sides of the driveway, and used it instead of a whip to pat the horse's neck.Side riding always makes her a little uneasy, and after yesterday's accident, she needs these movements to relieve her tension.

Those heathers have been around for a long time, as if they were planted by their father, and now they grow to the height of half a person along the sides of the driveway. With the help of the magic circle, the red flowers never fall all the year round. Overwhelming red.

Soon she arrived at the gate, dismounted briskly and entered, her mother was waiting for her in the hall.

She felt a little lost in her heart, and after saying hello to her mother, she quietly waited for her to speak.

"Where have you been these few days?" Hufflepuff asked sternly.

"Scotland".Sylvia lowered her head and answered.

"You left a note and ran to Scotland without saying anything," Hufflepuff said angrily, "You are already 15 years old, Sylvia, think before you do anything!"

Sylvia lowered her head and wringed her fingers uneasily, "I'm sorry, there won't be such a thing." She raised her head and glanced at Hufflepuff quickly, "I'm sorry."

Hufflepuff's voice lowered, "Are you okay these few days?" Her tone began to be gentle as usual, "Running so far alone", she stretched out her hand and pulled her daughter into her arms, "Why don't you let me Peace of mind."

"I'm fine." Sylvia realized that she hadn't thought of her parents' feelings at all. She felt a deep guilt in her heart, and her voice began to cry, "I won't do it anymore."

Hufflepuff took her into the bedroom and watched as the elves brought her a change of clothes and water for her bath, everything was in order.Sylvia hesitated, and asked, "Where did Dad go, isn't he here?"

Hufflepuff put the clothes in his hand on the bed and said, "He's at the Ministry of Magic, and the goblins are rebelling again." She paused and said, "I'll go back to Hogwarts first, and you should come over for dinner, he should Supper there. Sylvia, he's sad this time, and so am I."

Hufflepuff sat down, looked at her seriously, and said, "If you told us you wanted to hang out before your birthday, it would be a different thing. But you ran away from home and used his seal You also blocked the blood magic, Sylvia, will we still hunt you down?" She left behind these words, closed the door and left.

Sylvia bit her lower lip and sat on the bed silently.

Slytherin finished the impromptu meeting and waited for Simon to pack up and go back to Hogwarts.Simon handed him a folded note.

"Sylvia is home, I'll send her to Hogwarts for dinner. H."

He first smiled and then pursed his lips, and handed the paper to Simon to show him.

"Miss is finally back." Simon's surprised voice sounded unexpectedly harsh to him.

"I thought she finally disliked Hogwarts and planned to start her own family."Slytherin finished with a sneer, triggering the Portkey.

He didn't see Sylvia during dinner, he looked around the restaurant absently, and finally confirmed that Sylvia was not there.

"Miss is waiting for you in the office, sir."Simon, who was standing behind him, leaned over and whispered.

Slytherin said coldly, "Then let her wait. Leave a note and run around."

"Miss hasn't had supper yet," said Simon. "She says she doesn't want to eat now."

"Then you don't need to eat." Slytherin took a sip of red wine from his glass.

"Miss was riding a horse in Scotland and almost fell off the fence." Simon continued.

Slytherin paused, pulled out his chair and walked towards his office.

As soon as he entered the door, he was thrown into his arms by Sylvia, and his heart softened involuntarily.

("I'm not running around anymore"), Sylvia said in a teary voice, ("I'm sorry, Dad.")

Slytherin found that he couldn't hold his face anymore, he could only sigh, then patted the little girl on the shoulder, told her to sit down by the window, and called the house-elf to bring her supper.

Waiting for Sylvia to stop crying slowly, Slytherin said with the last bit of anger remaining, ("You these days..."), he looked at Sylvia's tear-stained face, sighed again, and his tone Turn Rou, (“Is it fun to run away from home after leaving a note?”)

("I won't be like that"), Sylvia replied, ("I was wrong.")

("Forged papers"), Slytherin's lingering annoyance didn't overcome the worries that had built up for the week after all, ("You're smart.")

Sylvia bowed her head and said nothing.

("Eat first"), Slytherin looked at her, and said, ("Helbo is in the cellar, go and see for yourself later.")

Sylvia took two sips of pumpkin juice, hesitated and asked in a low voice, (“Dad, didn’t you feed it?”)

Slytherin Manor, birthday party

This is the banquet hall on the first floor of the Slytherin Manor.

Thousands of candles have been lit, illuminating the eight-meter-high white dome, on which the mythological characters are meticulously depicted with joyful expressions of indifference.The Slytherin house's usual veela waiter, dressed in the same black uniform, stood aside.The guests' cups are already filled with nectar, just waiting for the hand holding the cup to lift it up for a sip.Men and women in costumes gathered at the bottom of the stairs and waited for today's protagonist.

Sylvia took Norman Gunter's arm and appeared beside the scroll-shaped railing on the second floor, looked around the hall with a smile, and walked down slowly.She wore a dark green long dress today, her long silver hair was coiled up and fastened with three silver hair pins inlaid with emeralds, and the layered skirt swayed on the carpet in a dazzling and charming manner.Norman Gaunt was dressed in a well-proportioned black dress with a full set of sapphire cufflinks and brooches.Both of them are at the right age, and youth is their most precious and charming magic weapon.

The musicians plucked the strings and played the first dance music. Sylvia held the skirt in one hand, stepped onto the dance floor with Norman, and danced to the music.Sylvia was very happy tonight, and this kind of joy made her radiant at the moment, and her dazzling beauty completely took Norman Gunter's mind.

The Duke will not be present tonight. All the young people present are young people of the same generation as Sylvia. Waiting for the first dance to come to an end, the guests from the Parsel family joined the second square dance .There were laughter and laughter in the hall, and the fragrance of clothes and shadows on the temples seemed to be in heaven.

After skipping a few dances, Sylvia half-truthfully said that she was so tired that she was going to pass out, and she sat with Norman Gaunt and slowly ordered a glass of orange juice.

"I thought you liked phalanx dancing," Mr. Gaunt looked at her with the utmost poise and gentlemanly demeanor.

"Of course I like it, but I'm tired and I can't breathe."Sylvia took a sip of the orange juice and blinked her eyelashes slightly. She tried this gesture time and time again.Her feet were covered with blisters a few days ago, and they are not healed now. She doesn't want to make it difficult to move for a few days just to dance the phalanx.She didn't like the days when she was walking on broken glass.

"Would you like to go to the garden, Sylvia, I mean, Miss Slytherin? If it doesn't offend..." said Mr. Gaunt expectantly.

"We've known each other for a long time," said Sylvia, raising her eyebrows, "and I've invited you to be my dance partner. What do you think I want you to call me, Norman, I mean, Mr. Gunter?"

"Sylvia", Mr. Gunter pronounced her name with some surprise. Since the Duke and the Gunter family are blood relatives, he knew her when Sylvia was 11 years old, but even now she still refuses to give in. He called it directly.This time he was really happy.He had to say that there was still a part of him, an irrational part, that loved her like all mortals. "If there is really a golden apple in this world, Sylvia," he looked at her dark green pupils, "it must belong to you, my precious goddess."