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The next morning, Gryffindor and Slytherin were woken up by their roommates.

Two boys stood by their bed, a black-haired and black-eyed boy whom Gryffindor remembered as John Hudson, and a brunette and blue-eyed Rhett Clared.

Clared asked the first question, "Rick, who is this kid?" Hudson asked the second, and he said, "Where did he come from?"

Bad, Gryffindor turned his head unnaturally at Slytherin's glare.He had been too excited to set the guarding spell last night, and now Slytherin had been spotted by his roommate.Slytherin had clearly told him to when he went to bed.

"I want to ask you a few more questions." He watched Slytherin turn his back on customers, raised his eyebrows and said in a childish voice that was stern but could not escape, "Who are you? Where is this place? Why am I here?" He said to The three little wizards, including Gryffindor, glanced around vigilantly, although he was still wearing Gryffindor's only silk nightgown - it was Gryffindor who found it last night and adjusted the size for him. Instead, his clothes were completely ruined by the mud of the Forbidden Forest.At this point he behaved exactly like an innocent five-year-old boy who fell asleep and woke up as a lost child.

"This is Hogwarts, I'm Rhett Clared, and this is John Hudson. That's Rick Granville."

"I know Rick. Rick is my friend."

John bent over Slytherin's face curiously, "What's your name?"

Gryffindor wondered if Slytherin had come up with an alias.

The answer will be revealed soon.After a short silence, Slytherin burst into tears in a hurry, threw himself into his arms and said tremblingly, "Brother, I want to go home—"

It seems he didn't figure it out.Gryffindor hugged the small body in his arms, and there was a little joy mixed with helplessness in his heart.Slytherin's attitude towards him on the last day made him very uneasy, and now he can finally rest assured that Slytherin has let go of his knot.Sure enough, I should have let him and Helga be together.When he figured it out, he wouldn't be angry.

After a while, Slytherin finally stopped crying. Surrounded by a small pile of snacks and drinks contributed by the boys, he wrapped himself in the quilt and sipped lightly with a cup of hot cocoa. The blush on her cheeks was so lovely.

The two boys began to fall into the inherent elder brother complex of male animals, sitting neatly at Slytherin's right hand and peeling an orange and two pieces of chocolate for him.

"You guys should go eat now, fortunately there is no class this morning," their dormitory head, John Hudson, who is also the head of the first-year college, straightened his robes, and said, "bring some for me and this child."

"No," Slytherin stopped Gryffindor's objection with a look, then quickly returned to his role, looked at Hudson very disturbed and shy, and said hesitantly, " elder brother……"

Hudson understood his meaning very quickly, glanced at Gryffindor and said, "Rick, stay here with your brother, we'll bring you something to eat."

He and Rhett Clared had just closed the door, and Slytherin cast a Silencing Charm and a Warning Charm, and looked at Gryffindor with raised eyebrows.

"Sorry," Gryffindor replied, "I was so happy yesterday."

"Well," said Slytherin, putting down his glass and leaning back on the pillow, "if I wasn't only five years old, I'd really like a big double shot. The world is crazy."

"Salazar," Gryffindor looked at him, remembering the question that had troubled him for many years, "Why were you laughing then? It was when I died."

"Laughing?" Slytherin looked at him in surprise, "I didn't laugh."

"No, I could see clearly," Gryffindor retorted, "I grabbed you by the collar and you were laughing."

"We were fighting vampires, Godric," Slytherin frowned at him. "We were so far away that you couldn't have grabbed my collar. You had no reason to grab my collar, did you?" Taking a vampire for me?"

"We hadn't fought vampires yet, Salazar!" Gryffindor straightened up, a terrible panic rising in his heart, diluting the joy that had been haunting him since last night.

"No, I remember very well, you fell down suddenly about ten minutes later, and then the prince bit my wrist," Slytherin added, "You were leaning against a tree."

No, Gryffindor thought.He looked at Slytherin, and he felt that Slytherin was not lying.

There was a discrepancy in the memories of the two of them.

Apparently Slytherin figured it out too. "Godric", he realized the seriousness of the problem, and looked at Gryffindor seriously, "What's going on? How can our memory be different?"

"I don't know," Gryffindor sat down again.The two pondered silently, relying on their original knowledge to try to find some clues.

"Soul damage?" Slytherin suggested a possibility.

"Possibly." Gryffindor nodded.

"Rowena has done soul research, and you happen to be a student of Ravenclaw now," Slytherin said quickly, "find the information at that time, and then we can check the state of our souls."

"Okay, let's go see where Rowena's secret room is tonight."

John and Rhett pushed the door open and handed them two trays.

"You should send your brother home as soon as possible," Hudson said to Gryffindor, "you can go and talk to the dean later, and ask him to take you back."

"Well, but there's no one in the house now," said Gryffindor, eating his sandwich with his head down to hide his poor lying skills. "My brother is too young."

"Go and talk to the dean, there will be a solution."