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After breakfast, Gryffindor took Slytherin out of the dormitory under the pretext of "visiting", found a window seat in the common room, cast a silencing spell and started talking.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stay at Hogwarts for a few days, Godric," Slytherin said as he ordered two cups of hot tea from the elf.

"I found Malfoy when I came," Gryffindor explained. "They found me a house, in Hogsmeade. Now I'm Lucius' second cousin."

"Lucius? Malfoy's?" Slytherin raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I thought you didn't like them."

"It's just a coincidence," Gryffindor took a sip of tea and told Slytherin his own story.

"Okay," Slytherin commented after listening, "It's not bad, but in this way," he frowned slightly, "I'm Malfoy's relative. I shouldn't have said you were my brother just now."

"Malfoy is still serving your descendants, Salazar."Gryffindor said that over the years he had grown to like the family a little bit.

"As it should be," Slytherin replied of course. "What else could they do? It's just pure blood."

"Salazar," said the Gryffindor hesitantly, "pure blood is the best now."

Slytherin stopped holding his glass, "You mean?"

"There is only one person left in the snake language family, your descendant."

Slytherin was silent for a while, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses and replied, "Oh, I see." He drank a big mouthful of tea, held the cup with both hands, and asked, "What's his name? Or her? "

"A boy with a strange name, Voldemort."

"Voldemort? No last name?"

"No."

"That's not English, is it?" Slytherin put down his glass, tucking his hands under his chin and interlacing his fingers.

"No, it's French, 'fly away from death.'"

"Have you seen him, Godric?"

"Once, at the funeral of the previous head of the Malfoy family, four or five years ago."

"How does he look?" Slytherin lowered his eyes.

"Black hair and black eyes, Malfoy respects him a lot."

"Probably from the Gaunts," continued the Slytherin, covering the lower part of his face with his fingers crossed, and looking out the window, "and be of mine."

Gryffindor looked at him uncertainly, intending to divert the topic.He said, "Let's discuss things for the evening. We need to think about where Rowena will put the Chamber of Secrets, Salazar."

"Godric," Slytherin said, turning back to look at him, "let's talk about that in the afternoon, I don't feel well. I want to sleep in your dorm first..."

"Because of your daughter?" Gryffindor interrupted him.

"Yes," Slytherin leaned back in his chair, "I don't like the boy Sylvia had, I haven't even laid eyes on that child."

"But you..." Gryffindor sat down next to Slytherin, putting his arms around his shoulders out of reassurance.

"But that's Sylvia's child," Slytherin replied, shaking off those emotions quickly, and said, "I'll go to Eris first, and you go back to the dormitory. I'll see you in the dormitory after school in the afternoon."

"Okay," Gryffindor nodded.

Salazar Slytherin cast a Disillusionment spell on himself—he never thought he needed to be so evasive at Hogwarts—and walked into the Slytherin cellar through a secret entrance, finding own original office.

Obviously the house had changed hands, but that wasn't a problem for him.

("Pantis.") He whispered the name of Medusa on the painting, and the sleeping gorgon opened her eyes.

("Oh, Your Excellency.") Medusa stared at him in surprise, then took a step back and saluted politely, and then said, ("Excuse me for being rude, Your Excellency. We all knew that you came back last night, But it's still amazing.")

("I understand"), Slytherin said softly, ("Go to that picture of the lake in the woods in my house, I have something to ask.")

He turned on the space magic and entered the suite he used as a study.The elf kept these rooms very well, the mahogany furniture was still shiny and clean, the dark green carpet was obviously changed every year, the ink bottle on the desk was kept exactly half full, and there was a new quill stuck in it.

Pantis was already waiting on the portrait.

("Tell me some important things from these years, give you two hours, you know how to pick, I taught you.") Slytherin sat down behind the table.

("Pantis is not forgetful, Your Excellency"), the Gorgon replied very excitedly, and then elaborated on the events of these years, especially Voldemort - for Pentis he was Tom Riddle going to school here things.

("Very good"), Slytherin nodded after listening to all, and said, ("I know you can do something. Eris is still in that cellar?") Slytherin ignored the Basilisk when he was assassinated protested and she was released from the bond, asking her to leave.

("Yes, sir, Eris came back by herself, and she won't leave.")

("Why not let her go where she came from?")

("She always thought we were going to trick her, she won't eat or move, sir").The Gorgon's eyes turned red, and she continued, ("We don't know what to do. That Tom Riddle entered Slytherin more than ten years ago, and Eris was very happy, but then she came back. She said That child is not you.")

("Go down first, Pentis.") Slytherin said.

The Slytherins waited until Pentis had disappeared from the frame, and opened the door to the cellar.

The cellar was dark, and Slytherin could clearly feel Eris' position due to the influence of blood.He walked over to Eris.When he was still a few meters away from the poor basilisk, he stepped into a puddle of water.

He saw Eris' big head move, then lift up, and open his yellow eyes.

("Master?") Eris cried out in surprise.

("Yes, Eris, I'm back.") Slytherin replied.

Eris made himself smaller, and rushed over to coil around Slytherin. Slytherin struggled to hold its adult-sized head, touched her scales and wiped her tears, but the tears also began to flow from him. dripped down his face.

("I'm back, Eris"), he hugged the basilisk's head and pressed his cheek under her big eyes, not minding the sticky dirt all over him. ("I'm sorry, Eris, but I don't want you dead too. I'm not going to leave you alone.")