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After just half a day, Gryffindor saw the result of the discussion between Lucius and his father.A group of Ministry of Magic officials took a birth certificate they did not know where to get, and told Principal Dumbledore that this "Rick Gran" was a distant relative of the Malfoy family, and that Gryffindor lived in Malfoy Manor that night.

He should have been pleasantly surprised by the efficiency, even though the decisions didn't take into account whether he really wanted to live with the Malfoys.To be honest, Gryffindor didn't want to leave Hogwarts too early, but considering the truth that Malfoy might hold in his hands, he still didn't object. After all, if he wanted to return to Hogwarts, no one could stop him he.But after three days, Gryffindor grew impatient.

Everyday living was luxurious, and Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius' father, was friendly and respectful.But no one told him anything he wanted to know.All the news he has now is still only a little bit from that history book.

On the fourth day, things changed.

At tea time this afternoon, Abraxas came to Gryffindor's room.

"Sir," he bowed slightly, and sat down across from him. "I'm sorry I haven't told you anything these days." He said with a frankness that was amazing among nobles.

"What did you say today?" Gryffindor responded, frowning.

"I hope you can understand that your appearance is of great significance to the Malfoy family, the British wizarding community, and even the wizards of the whole world." Malfoy leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands, and continued, "I have to make a decision."

"What I want to know happened thousands of years ago, and I myself don't have any ambitions now, I don't understand."Gryffindor watched him intently.

"You don't know much about the world today, sir. Let me explain to you that the Malfoys now serve the heirs of Lord Slytherin. Your lord is on the rise."

"Ah..." Gryffindor thought for a while, and couldn't help but get excited while understanding, "Salazar's heir? What's his name?"

"Voldemort, sir."

"That doesn't sound like English," Gryffindor said with a little confusion, "is his surname Gaunt?"

"Oh, sorry, that's a French word that means 'fly away from death,'" Malfoy explained, deliberately ignoring the latter question.

"You didn't tell him about me, did you?" Gryffindor asked.

"Not now, if sir is interested, you can wait for a suitable time. After all, sir and Your Excellency are good friends, I am sure you will be very happy," Malfoy replied in a false manner.

"Let's not talk about it for the time being." Gryffindor was silent for a while. Malfoy's description of his relationship with Slytherin reminded him of those longings, hurts and sweetness for no reason.He pulled himself together, pulled the subject back, and said, "Now, can you tell me?"

"Of course, my lord. But before I say anything, please remember that these records are only Malfoy's observations, and you have no obligation to explain to us. In addition, the age has gone through changes, and there will inevitably be omissions and inaccuracies. They are for reference only. .”

"Yes, that makes sense," Gryffindor replied.

"So where do you want me to start?"

"Since I died..." Gryffindor frowned, and continued, "From that time on."

"Perhaps you don't know, there was a sad coincidence that day," Malfoy replied sternly, "Your Excellency's only daughter, Miss Sylvia, the wife of Norman Gunter, died of dystocia that day, A daughter was born. You died on a vampire raid that night."

"Vampire raid? Is there any evidence?" Gryffindor asked.

"Oh, I thought you remembered," Malfoy said in surprise, "There should be a record, maybe in Auror Division, I didn't expect to use this, sir", he looked at Gryffindor very apologetically.

"I'd like to see, if there is one."

"As you wish, sir. I'll go to the Ministry and look for it. Now, if you'll let me go?"

"of course."

"Your Excellency was very sad because of Miss's death, and it is said that Dangshi fainted. Then about three years later—this time is not accurate, Your Excellency handed over the power of the Ministry of Magic to Mr. Norman Gaunt, and then left Hogwarts Here, there are rumors that you died on the way back to Hogwarts more than ten years later. In the meantime, you seem to have been to Ireland. That's all Malfoy's records, sir." Malfoy said in a flat tone over.

Gryffindor was lost in his own thoughts uncontrollably.He seemed to see Slytherin's face as pale as alabaster when he passed out, and it seemed to flash the scene of Slytherin's death covered in blood.He once ruined Slytherin's marriage out of moral remorse, stayed away from him, hurt him, he thought it was right, he believed that Slytherin and Hufflepuff would make a happy couple, Hufflepuff would Bring Slytherin's lovely children a peaceful and warm life.And at this moment he finally realized that Salazar Slytherin had left him forever and irrevocably.After 1000 years, it was impossible for him to see those dark green eyes again, even from afar.Whether Slytherin was happy or sad, he would never know.

"Salazar..." His voice choked, and tears rolled from his eyes, leaving a trail of water on the tablecloth.

It's like being weathered and peeled off by time, leaving only fragments of the past.

At some point Malfoy had left, Gryffindor grabbed the tea towel and wiped his face vigorously.The sun has already set in the west, and a faint golden afterglow shines into the window.

He remembered what Slytherin had said that time by the Black Lake, "beautiful red," he murmured to himself.