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"Carter is dead?" A black-haired vampire shouted in surprise. "Scott, pay attention to your behavior. I think the Duke of Slytherin should have done this." The baroness Menia sitting on the left frowned, and said flatly, "Duke Lamberstein can't get away with it this time." , and perhaps the Duke of Avar."

"Honey, those two lords are popular candidates for the next prince, and they are the only ones who are likely." Baron Louis, who brought the news, sat down on the right and looked at Menia with a smile.

"Slytherin? Which clan?" Young Scott asked again.

His two eldest relatives exchanged helpless glances, and the baron explained, "Slytherin is a wizard noble. Only one person died before the full-scale war, Duke Salazar Slytherin."

"A real poisonous snake. Thanks to Satan, they didn't all survive." The baroness raised her eyebrows and added something.

The door opened, and it was the Baron's friend, the Baronet Fair, who walked in.

"Indeed, although we can be sure that he did it, we can't do anything, look at this." He handed over an envelope.

This is an invitation to a banquet, the invitation to the celebration ball of the new Prince of Lesenba, Avar, and he continued, "The partnership between Avar and Slytherin is well known, maybe this time...", he raised one eyebrow , "Our Master Avar has to thank him."

"Oh, God bless him," Scott exclaimed.

The remaining three people had different expressions, but it was obvious that no one wanted to hear this sentence.

"I mean, Satan will curse him," Scott explained with a smirk. "It's funny."

The baroness pressed her forehead, "I think there is a "Slytherin Code of Conduct" on my bookshelf, which was written by the duke for his students, Scott." She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Scott , "Find it, copy it fifty times, before sunrise the day after tomorrow".The baron straightened his sleeves, "We should go back, the sun will rise soon."

The three got up and left.

"It's so naughty, Scott." The quasi-baron shook his head and sighed.

"I hate Slytherin!" someone wailed inwardly.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and countless students were puzzled by the fact that the head of Gryffindor and the head of Slytherin did not see the king.Today is November 11, the last day before Christmas, but for wizards, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the day before the birthday of the sun god.At lunch time, the four of them finally got together again.

"Godric?" Slytherin felt that Godric's eyes were fixed on the injured part of his neck and hadn't moved away after serving two dishes.He decided to make sense of Godric's odd behavior in avoiding him for a month.

"Huh?" Gryffindor looked away and looked down at the plate.

"You're distracted." Salazar looked at him with a smile. "It's lunch time, and the herring in front of you is your favorite dish. Satisfy my curiosity, Godric, who are you thinking about?" "

"You... have nothing to do with you, there is no such thing."

"No?"

"Of course not." Gryffindor felt his throat dry and itchy.

"Okay, let's get on with business. Tomorrow is Christmas. I have a few banquet invitations that I can't refuse. The situation is tense this year. There are a few students staying in school. Who can take care of it tomorrow?"

"I'd love to," Gryffindor replied before Helga.

"Oh, thank you, Godric. But if you think about it again, you have a few invitations. Cynthia of Lancerwell's would like to dance with you. You remember, the black-haired, brown-eyed one ..." Gryffindor quickly interrupted him, "No, I don't like dancing, I want to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays." He didn't want to see Miss Lancerwell at all.He knew that Slytherin always wanted him to have more contact with several Parseltongue families, but he felt a headache when he heard those people talking, and occasionally a Parseltongue came out of the horribly long sentences, which made the listeners shudder .

Slytherin nodded slightly, "Okay. But in this case, your invitation will be useless. Helga, would you do me the favor of being my dance partner tomorrow?"

"I'm very happy." Helga looked up in surprise, her plain face was radiant, and it turned out to be radiant.

"I still have something to do, I'm going back first," Gryffindor put down his knife and fork with an ugly face, and left the hall.

"Helga, the elf should have left your dress for tonight at your door, you can go and have a look after a while." Slytherin said slowly, with a conclusion in his mind.

"I'll go now." Helga happily stood up and left the table.