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Slytherin looked at Gryffindor, who was put on the bed and covered with blankets, and fell into a deep sleep after being poured with potions. He took a closer look at his situation, and ordered the Veela who was guarding him to wake up after Gryffindor woke up. Notifying him, he frowned and left the room.

Gryffindor felt as if he was floating, the potion lifted the petrification spell on his body, and bound his mind, dragging his mind to dreamland.

He knew that Slytherin was standing at the head of his bed, watching him worriedly.He could clearly smell the fresh peppermint scent of Slytherin.He was struggling to open his eyes, but a thought hit him like lightning.

How would he face Slytherin?

The thought froze him.Slytherin approached the bed, half-lying on the bed, looked closely at his face, and reached out to touch his forehead.He felt Slytherin's warm fingers on his forehead and heard him whisper to Veela to notify him when he woke up.All this was like hell to him.

He finally found Serena Hamilton, and in such absurdly bizarre way, a painful answer.He wanted to grab his hair, but the potion, which was starting to take effect, made his limbs feel uncomfortable.His fingers moved slightly and he had to give up.

Tears ran down his cheeks and into his hair, leaving tiny itches on his skin.The tears flowed more and more, the nose seemed to be blocked, and there seemed to be something blocked in the throat.Memories of the past swirled in Gryffindor's mind.

By connecting the known facts, he can roughly draw some conclusions.He impregnated a disguised Sylvia Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin's daughter, and they were almost married.He remembered what Abraxas Malfoy had told him at the time:

"Your Excellency's only daughter, Miss Sylvia, the wife of Norman Gunter, died in childbirth that day and gave birth to a daughter. You died in a vampire raid that night."

He remembered the smile he had seen.Slytherin raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a wishful smile.

It was indeed Slytherin who killed him, but not he who was guilty.

He thought of how the two of them got along these days.Questions filled his mind.They get along as naturally and cordially as they did back then.But what about those strange memory divergences?Is Slytherin lying?

He dismissed his idea quickly, and Slytherin wasn't lying.Having known him for so many years, it is impossible for him not to lack such confidence.If one of them made a mistake, and it wasn't him, it could only be Slytherin's memory.

The portrait reappeared before his eyes.

It was a finely framed oil painting with a silver frame carved with wavy patterns. Like the common portraits at that time, it used the dark woods as the background to set off the appearance of the characters.The girl in the portrait has long shiny silver hair, part of which is coiled into a delicate bun, and the rest of the hair is draped softly on her shoulders.Her eyes were very Slytherin-like, dark green, haughty and flexible.The complexion was pale and almost bloodless, and the lips were only slightly pinker than the complexion.She was wearing a dark green velvet dress with a white lace trim around the neckline and an emerald brooch. Her white and slender hands were folded on her knees.On the whole, her posture fully demonstrated the demeanor of the famous Shuyuan at that time.But she has a pair of different eyes.

Gryffindor remembered those eyes.Eyes that had smiled at the late blooming roses on the steps of Mrs. Weasley's cottage, had been angry and frightened.But these eyes have only this kind of shape now.

What happened to Slytherin?Does he not remember?Gryffindor felt his head hurt like it was about to explode, and the heavy sense of guilt and self-blame made him feel hopeless and ridiculous.

Gryffindor trembled silently, startling the Veela standing by the bed, and not long after, Slytherin came.

"Godric," he sat down on the edge of the bed, gave him a de-hypnotizing potion, and put his hand on his right shoulder, "Can you hear me?"

Gryffindor opened his eyes and looked at Slytherin.

"Salazar, don't talk to me, it's my fault, it's my fault..." His body was still under the effect of the potion, his voice was so weak that it was barely audible.

"Godric," said the Slytherin with a comforting, coaxing smile, and stretched out his hands to pull the quilt tighter on him, "Godric, I don't know what you're thinking right now, but those things aren't true, believe me I."

Gryffindor really believed what Slytherin said for a split second, and he was so desperate that it wasn't true.But in the next second he realized that it was just a memory error that made Slytherin's judgment wrong.

"The soul damage we speculate may be real, Godric," Slytherin continued, "I contacted Malfoy, the Voldemort who split his soul is my descendant, and his symptoms are very similar to yours. Similar. Confused memory, sometimes crazy, loss of sanity..." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor's excited expression, touched his cheek comfortingly, took out his handkerchief and wiped off some wet dirt for him Tears, saying, "But I'll find a way, don't worry too much, Godric".

"It's not like that," said Gryffindor hoarsely, "Salazar, listen to me, it's not like that, something's gone wrong."

"Yes, I'm listening," Slytherin replied.

Gryffindor opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.How could he say such a thing in front of Slytherin.He twisted his face in pain.

"Godric", his expression obviously worried Slytherin, he held up his right hand, counted his pulse, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, Godric, nothing will happen for now , I will find a solution as soon as possible, don't worry..." He put his cheek on Gryffindor's hand.Gryffindor could clearly see water glisten in his eyes, and then tears flowed from his eyes, wetting the back of his hand.

When Slytherin spoke again, his voice was nasal.He said, "Don't make it like this, Godric," his soft child's voice mingled with small sobs, "You'll be fine, you're the only one I have in this day and age, don't be like this." Gryffindor put his hand on his forehead, "You always make me feel that things are still hopeful, Godric", he continued, "You always give me courage, so don't do this, I feel that now I'm the only one left..." He cried uncontrollably, his slender fingers were trembling, his elbows rested on the sheet, and his shoulders were trembling.

Gryffindor closed his eyes, tears streaming from his eyes again.