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Slytherin drank the fruit wine in the glass, thought about it and finally ordered a glass of whiskey.

He needs to drink some strong alcohol. Considering his current age, he originally wanted to make do with low-alcohol alcohol, but it seems impossible now.This meeting with Gryffindor broke up badly, and he went straight back to Slytherin Manor in a fit of rage, intending to spend two days in peace, and at the same time, he could sort out the current affairs.

He slowly picked up the cup and took a sip, the orange liquid slowly flowed down his throat with his familiar aroma and temperature, quickly calming down his emotions.His and Gryffindor's memories diverge.It seemed that Gryffindor thought that there had been some kind of lover-like relationship between them thousands of years ago, and still looked at him suspiciously at the end of the conversation.

Just nonsense, he sneered.He remembered very clearly that he and Hufflepuff had been married very early, and they had a daughter even though the relationship was not very good.He took out most of his anger on his new manservant, Thomas Bolton, when he returned to the manor, but the small part that remained still forced him to drink some strong alcohol.

He looked at Thomas who was huddled on the ground and weeping, feeling boundless boredom in his heart.The servant who doesn't know what is good or bad is always unbearable, and he compares himself with Simon.He thought that the veela in Slytherin Manor had a brain, but now it seems that he was wrong.Thinking slowly, he drank a whole glass of wine.

"Thomas," he put down the empty glass, motioned for Thomas to refill, and handed him the pour.

The trembling footman almost knocked over the cup in his hand.Slytherin beckoned him to kneel at his feet, and stroked his long hair tied in ribbons.This is a purebred male Veela. Although it looks to be about 20 years old, it is actually only fifteen or sixteen years old, with soft and docile facial features.He has neat and neat long brown hair, which is a very rare variation among Veela.

"Thomas", he reached out and patted the valet's face to make him look up, and said in a flat tone, "Maybe you think that you are my valet now, so you can be like your predecessor, I have to say, you made a mistake I made a mistake that made me very unhappy," he reached for the glass that the Veela held in both hands.

It was a thick-bottomed carved crystal wine glass with extremely thin walls and a three-headed python in relief on the outside.He put the glass over the footman's head, and took the bottle to fill it up.

"When I'm dressing me tomorrow morning, come over it, don't use magic, don't get in the way of normal work, don't take it off by yourself. Be careful not to spill it. Otherwise, the three-headed python on the cup may come alive of."

Thomas let out a desperate sob.He had received two slaps and three Cruciatus for calling a Slytherin "Lord" instead of "Master".Now this order is completely impossible.He threw himself at Slytherin's feet and begged, "Master, please, I understand wrong."

Due to the violent movement, the wine glass overturned and buckled on the carpet, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

The three-headed python on the cup raised its head, gradually separated from the cup, crawled on the carpet, and became the same size as a real python, wrapped around Thomas' calf, then his waist, and neck.The boa constrictor is still as transparent as glass, with finely carved scales that are clearly countable. The eyes that were originally embellished with rubies are now dazzlingly bright and shining with a strange light. The three heads opened their mouths together, spitting out a letter to Thomas's face.

"The goblin assured me that when the three-headed boa constrictor gets bigger I'll know their goods are first-class, and now it seems to be true", Slytherin kicked his hand away, stood up and watched, commented in amazement Said, "It's unbelievable, it seems to be alive." He stretched out his hand to pinch one of the snake letters, and after pulling it, he said disappointedly, "It just feels like a ruby, cold and hard."

He sat back in the resized armchair, turned to Thomas and asked, "Do you think you'll be eaten if I order him to bite you? One bite or two?"

Thomas collapsed to the ground in utter despair.At this moment, he heard Slytherin tap the armrest, and the cold snake around him disappeared suddenly.He looked back in surprise, the three-headed python had returned to the cup.

"You will always be a veela raised by the Slytherin family, Thomas", Slytherin looked at him, "You are different from Simon, I gave him the honor of freedom and loyalty to me, and you", he gently stroked Thomas' hair top, "I'm just giving you another way to serve me. It's like we can not only raise dogs to guard the gate, but also let them hunt."

"I see, master."

"That's fine, clean yourself up, I have to get up early tomorrow morning."

As Slytherin had expected, Gryffindor came early the next morning.

"Salazar," he said nervously as he sat down at the breakfast table, "I'm sorry about yesterday," he said.

"I don't know exactly what you mean, Godric, yesterday was a long day," Slytherin replied, stirring his oatmeal.

"I shouldn't doubt you," said Gryffindor, squeezing his fork, "I should believe you're telling the truth, and neither should I," he paused, "shouldn't think you're not you" .

"What do you mean I'm not me?" Slytherin realized as he said it, "You suspect that I'm not Salazar Slytherin!"

He stood up angrily, walked away from the chair for two steps, and said calmly, "Godric, answer."

"Yes, I thought so," he continued, enduring Slytherin's stare, "Your memory and mine are too far apart, and those things, whether you hate me or love me I will never forget!" His voice gradually increased, and finally lowered, "Unless, you have not experienced those things, or, something went wrong."

Slytherin picked up the two books on the sideboard and flung them in front of Gryffindor. "Read these two books carefully, Godric, these two books are the history textbooks commonly used in Hogwarts now." He pointed to the ceiling again, "There are also many history books in the study room, none of which are the same as yours yesterday. It has something to do with what you said, what'Rick Gran'—that's the name you use now, there was only one man named Peter in the Welsh Goblin Rebellion 1000 years ago, I checked last night, and you are the one who has the problem!"

"Salazar," said Gryffindor sincerely, looking up at him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disbelieved you."

His attitude calmed Slytherin, "I see," Slytherin replied, "We have to get this over with, we have to figure it out right away. How's your stay at the Manor these days?"

"Of course, I'd love to."