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After they finished dinner, Gryffindor returned to Hogwarts with the Slytherin Portkey. He had a History of Magic class this morning, and he hurried out of the classroom to leave after the class was over.

His roommate stopped him.

"Rick, the dean is looking for you. You can go to the principal's office now, he will wait for you there." John said.

Gryffindor stopped and replied, "I see, thanks." He fully dressed and walked down the corridor to the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, was waiting for him when he arrived.

"My child, it's a pleasure to see you again." Dumbledore said kindly, "The headmaster of Ravenclaw has something to go back, I think it's the same if we talk about it, I will tell him the matter. "

Gryffindor smiled at him and sat down on the chair opposite. "Nothing wrong, it's fine," he replied.

Dumbledore turned around and took out a plate of cockroaches from the cabinet and piled them on the table, knocked on the table and ordered two glasses of pumpkin juice, "Try this", he said with a smile.

Gryffindor felt his stomach churn as he watched the thin legs of the struggling cockroaches waving in the air. "No need," he said bluntly, "I don't like sugar."

"Sweets are one of life's great pleasures," said Dumbledore, regretfully. "Then," he said, pulling down the pile of cockroaches, "now let's get down to business."

"Yes, sir," Gryffindor nodded.

"I heard that a five-year-old boy appeared in your dormitory a few days ago?" Dumbledore asked directly.

"Yes", Gryffindor also understood that it was impossible to hide this from the Headmaster - they didn't try to hide it at first - "that's my brother", he replied.

"What's his name?" Dumbledore asked.

"Sigmund Snowton," Gryffindor announced the pseudonym Slytherin had chosen later.

"Cousin?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "You really don't look alike. But you said he was your brother."

"We are half-brothers," Gryffindor finally realized the consequences of what he said without thinking.

"I see." Dumbledore didn't ask this question again, but changed his angle, "Then he is also a distant relative of Malfoy?"

"No, it's not," Gryffindor thought of the right reason, and Slytherin would definitely not be happy to be related to his vassal family. "My father and the Malfoy family are related by marriage," he forced a smile , using a line that Lucius once said to cover up "the blood ties of nobles are often very complicated, let alone in-laws."

"That's right," Dumbledore thought for a while, and asked again, "Then where is Mr. Snowton now?" "He's at my house," Gryffindor had thought up this lie a long time ago, and blurted it out without hesitation.

When Gryffindor was questioned, a similar scene played out at Slytherin Manor.

Lucius Malfoy, the current Patriarch of Malfoy, was sitting opposite Salazar Slytherin, covered in cold sweat.

Slytherin drank the long-acting aging potion specially for this meeting, and now he is showing his 24-year-old appearance-to be honest, his appearance has not changed much since the awakening of the 24-year-old blood.At this time he was wearing a black robe, long silver hair held back by a black velvet headband, sapphire cufflinks and brooch.What caught Malfoy's eyes was the Slytherin crest ring on his left index finger - an emerald ring with a silver snake coiled around it.

Lucius quickly figured out what was going on, and Patriarch Malfoy, who was already loyal to Lord Voldemort, was at a loss.

Malfoy had been taught to be loyal to Slytherins, but now he really didn't know what to do.There seemed to be something wrong with the grown-up's sanity, and Lucius didn't think it was wise to continue following him.However, betraying his descendants in front of Salazar Slytherin is really an act of madness.After all, Salazar Slytherin was already a character thousands of years ago. If he made up his mind to be loyal, how would it end?

"Lucius", the corner of Slytherin's mouth curled up into a slight smile, "don't be so sad anymore", he pushed a glass of bitter gin over, and then said, "I called you here today, just to catch up on the old days".He leaned back in his chair and said, "Heard Godric mentioned you, he thinks you're very nice."

Lucius took a sip of the wine, realized that this was a cocktail that Muggles liked, and raised his eyes in surprise.

"Since everything has been restarted, I am determined to adapt to this era," Slytherin added three points of determination in his voice, and continued, "Don't worry about getting angry between me and that Voldemort, I don't think he knows yet Bar."

"Without your consent, of course not," Malfoy replied.

"Placing your bet on a person who has died for 1000 years and suddenly came back to life without understanding at all, it is understandable for you to have difficulty making a decision." Slytherin ignored Malfoy's reaction and said to himself, "But sometimes, the unknown is the hope. That Voldemort is not a pure-blood, nor has any inheritance rights, whether it is to Gaunt or the Slytherin family, he is just an illegitimate child, and he is half Muggle blood. And", He turned his head to look at Malfoy's face with great interest, "His soul is very problematic."

Slytherin looked at Malfoy's pale face with disbelief, and explained, "Because he claimed to be my heir, as his elder, I found him with blood magic. I have to say, although I am not proficient in Soul magic, and I don't have a deep study of undead, but his magic fluctuations don't look like a complete person. I even found other soul fragments that echoed me."

Malfoy could barely hold his glass.Slytherin was still talking, "As soon as I found this out yesterday, I thought of you. Godric told me that you still work for Slytherin." He smiled kindly and gently, and said in a superior tone, " Your loyalty deserves a reward, and I don't want to see you ruin yourself."

"Your Excellency," Lucius said, knowing that he had no choice, he put down his glass, "Malfoy will always be loyal to Slytherin."

"And I'll be the one to win," Slytherin handed him his left hand, watching him kiss the medallion ring with an almost pitiful look.