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Gryffindor finally regained his composure a little on the night of the fourth day.He apologized countless times to Slytherin during the days he alternated between madness and sobriety, but the latter didn't mean it at all.He woke up from the last dose of the sedative potion, his mind was numb.

He found that he was not lying on the same bed as yesterday.He should have been placed in a guest room yesterday.The curtains of the four-poster bed were not drawn tightly.Such a small gap was not enough for him to see the room clearly, but it was enough for the moonlight from the half-opened window to fill the headboard of the bed through the gap in the curtain.

Slytherin was lying on the left side with his back to him, probably because of the moonlight, half of his face was covered by a blanket, he was obviously fast asleep, his long hair was pressed under his shoulders, and his eyes were calm.

He looked around.This curtain looks familiar, he grasped the soft and thick fabric on his right hand and thought dully.

Suddenly a distant picture jumped into my mind.That was when they were young, and Gryffindor used to play with him in Slytherin's room. The two went from all kinds of prank spells to fighting like Muggle children. The Slytherin bed curtains were pulled down entirely.

The curtains, of rich blue velvet trimmed with black satin, hung on heavy, sturdy brass rods, which were riveted to the mahogany bed-posts.Gryffindor tore a whole piece of fabric out of its thread, and pulled two rivets out of alignment.Then one end of the heavy metal rod fell from the bedpost and hit the fireplace not far away, making a deafening bang, and wiped a long gray-white mark on the white marble countertop.

This is Slytherin's room.Gryffindor affirmed vaguely in his heart, and then began to recall the past for some reason.

They were stunned.later……

Gryffindor struggled strenuously with the remaining effects of the potion, but he still couldn't remember how that incident ended in the first place.The mood at that time emerged clearly.At that time, he thought that now Slytherin would never talk to him again, even if Slytherin was willing to forgive him, it would take a lifetime.What had seemed to him at first a horrific blunder, was now but a dim mark in his memory.He gave a wry smile.

Now, how will it end?

He sat up, careful not to wake the Slytherins.He must make amends, there is no doubt about it.

But... he had to sigh, Slytherin didn't remember at all, or rather, what Slytherin remembered was not correct.So what happened to Slytherin's memory errors?Is it soul damage, or some other unknown damage?

He turned to stare at the peaceful sleeping face of the Slytherin.He had never seen such a small Slytherin in his previous life.In his memory, Rhys Lytherin first looked like when he was 11 years old.The five-year-old Slytherin has a childish face with baby fat on his cheeks. Compared with the 11-year-old, it can be said that he is a bit fat. If compared with his adulthood, he can almost be called a small round face.He's small now, with a soft, nonthreatening voice.If anything happened to Slytherin... Thinking of this, Gryffindor couldn't help but tense up.

Under his gaze, the Slytherin opened his eyes.

"Godric"?Slytherin sat up cautiously, watching him a little closer.

"I feel better, Salazar," Gryffindor felt even more distressed, he cleared his throat, and said, "I think this time should be over."

"That's good," said Slytherin, visibly relieved, "I'm already thinking about sending you to St. Mungo's."

"No," said Godric, "I want to get these things straightened out as soon as possible."

"Indeed", Salazar agreed, "I will find some soul fragments as soon as possible, maybe I can use them as a reference." It's a semester, we have enough time."

"But, Salazar," Gryffindor hesitated to offer his opinion, "don't you worry that your soul will also be damaged?"

"Oh," Slytherin said to him with a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine. If there's something wrong with my soul, I should be able to feel the abnormality. Soul damage will make the couatle blood Increased wizard control."

While Gryffindor was relieved, other worries began.What on earth made Slytherin forget those things.If any injury caused it, is there still a threat now?The worry in his heart showed unconsciously on his face.

"What's wrong, Godric?" The Slytherin leaned forward, putting a hand on his shoulder.All kinds of abnormalities in Gryffindor these days made him have to mention more.

"It's nothing, just a little worried," Gryffindor tried to cover up, but couldn't think of any suitable lie, so he had to answer like this.

"No," said Slytherin, looking at Gryffindor's expression, "you'd better just say it, what are you thinking?"

"I still think my memory is correct," Gryffindor couldn't help answering, "It's you, Salazar, who has a memory problem."

"But it was you who went crazy in front of Sylvia's portrait, Godric," Slytherin retorted, raising an eyebrow.

Gryffindor felt dizzy when he heard the name. He couldn't speak, and he murmured after a long time, "You don't understand, Salazar."

"Then tell me, why?" Slytherin looked at him.

Gryffindor met his gaze, feeling embarrassed by the worried and slightly annoyed look in his eyes. "Salazar," he said with difficulty, "I think you should stay away from me, I've ruined everything."If I hadn't ruined everything, you'd be fine with Helga, he thought, feeling guilty.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Slytherin was a little angry, paused, and then he continued, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Salazar..." Gryffindor wanted to say something, but Slytherin interrupted him, "Godric, if you insist that something is wrong with me, first solve why you suddenly went crazy Yes. If you can't say why, just stay there."

Gryffindor was speechless and could only agree.

"What are your plans, Salazar?" he asked.

"I plan to go to Hogwarts to try a few more times in Rowena's secret room, and at the same time recruit some people. After Malfoy gets the Horcrux, we have to start our own research regardless of whether there is Rowena's results. .”

"Salazar, I want to go with you," said Gryffindor.If Slytherin's amnesia was caused by some injury, he had to stay where he could help.

"No, you stay here."Slytherin replied.

"I won't go mad again," said Gryffindor.

Slytherin looked at him, and nodded finally.