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Slytherin and Gryffindor's trip to the Muggle world started from the British Museum and traveled all over London's major attractions.

Neither of them brought up the awkward conversation again, but there was a noticeable change between them.

Since that day, they have never shared the same bed and rarely talked.

Until tea time this afternoon.Clara took them to a very nice cafe, and after ordering something for them, she found another seat with a wink.

"Godric," Slytherin said first, under the Silencing Charm, "I have something to ask you."

"Okay," Gryffindor replied.

The hot cocoa in the cup emitted fragrant white steam, and the Slytherin slightly lowered his head and slowly stirred the dark-colored liquid with a silver spoon, not intending to drink it at all.

"After that day, I lay on the bed and thought about it for a long time," he said quietly, "Because I was too tired, I fell asleep later, and then I had a dream." He turned his head and looked out the window.

The slightly warm afternoon air penetrated through the half-opened windows, and the white gauze curtains swayed slightly.Three girls in bright dresses walked across the street corner talking and laughing, leaving behind a brightly colored back.

"I dreamed that I killed you." Slytherin put down the silver spoon in his hand, and accidentally knocked on the inner wall of the teacup with a "ding" sound.

Gryffindor felt his breath stop with the sound of metal colliding with china. "Anything else?" He asked, trying to hold his breath.

"I did kill you," Slytherin said without moving. "I don't remember why, but what I dreamed last night was true, I can be sure of that."

Gryffindor didn't know how to describe the feeling of this moment.He loved being with Slytherin these days, but it all reminded him that his feelings for Slytherin had always been there.He insisted on his decision to remind Slytherin.

But, he hoped so much, the Slytherins wouldn't think about it.Even if the tolerance, gentleness, and smiles of those days were fake, he hoped that all this could continue.

But he also knew clearly that in this world, he was the one who was least qualified to be called "friend" by Slytherin.

He didn't know what to say.

Slytherin said flatly to continue.

"I poisoned you, Godric."He reached into his pocket with a hand, took out a black velvet box, and set it on the table. "This is it," Gryffindor listened to his flat, unwavering voice, and watched him stretch out a pair of white and slender hands and open the box, revealing a ring on the black velvet lining inside.

It was a silver ring with a shining sapphire inlaid on it.

"This is not a gemstone, it is highly poisonous when dissolved in water."He ends with this sentence.

The voices in the cafe seemed to come from a distant market, and Gryffindor subconsciously reached out to hold the steaming white porcelain cup in front of him, so as to drive away a little bit of the cold that was churning in his heart.This matter is what he deserved, he has been thinking this way.However, when Slytherin said this, he still found it difficult to accept.Slytherin's performance at the time was too calm, too well-planned, and the whole person seemed too ruthless.He didn't cry at that time, and even greeted him with a smile, without even showing any pain.

Slytherin's next words brought him back to his sanity, "I don't remember why, but it must have been done..." He paused, and after a moment, he continued, "Godric, tell me you What to do now."

"Salazar", Gryffindor put down the cup of hot cocoa, stretched out his right hand to hold Slytherin's hand, "It's not your fault", he spit out this sentence in a state of confusion, seeing Slytherin Leitlin looked up at him in surprise.

Then he saw the pain in Slytherin's eyes, just a moment of panic and grief hidden deep in the pupils.He suddenly understood the behavior of Slytherin at that time.

At that time, I had changed from friend to enemy.How could he let himself see his emotions.

He stood up, sat next to Slytherin, put his arm around his shoulders as he had done for months, and said, "Salazar, what happened was my fault."

"But I killed you, murder!" Slytherin's voice rose, and he said, looking Gryffindor straight in the eyes, "I can't think of anything that would make me want to kill you!" Before falling, he raised his face and tightly held the tassel on the sofa cushion with one hand.

"You'll remember, Salazar," Gryffindor said firmly. "You're already remembering. When you do, you'll know that no one can blame you for your actions."

Slytherin finally cried seeing his sincere expression, which made him more like a child. "It must be my fault," he said, crouching in Gryffindor's arms, before finally whispering, "Godric, I love you."

Gryffindor let go of him as if hugging a mass of red-hot iron.

"It's my fault, isn't it?" Slytherin's voice almost shifted as he watched his expression.In the depths of his dark green eyes was a burning fire, a pale, cold, sharp flame. "You hate me now, you won't be my friend, and sooner or later you will kill me!" He stood up from the sofa.Instinctively aware of what he was about to do, Gryffindor put his arms around Slytherin's waist, squeezing him between the back of the sofa and his chest.

The Slytherin struggled and pushed him away a little. "I'll always be your friend, Salazar," Gryffindor whispered, with a tone of resignation, "as long as you forgive me."

"I don't believe you," Slytherin had drawn his wand, and Gryffindor felt him poking it in his chest, "You and I are too close, if we can't be friends, I can't let you... ..."

"For Merlin's sake," Gryffindor shouted, "Salazar, you must trust me!"

Slytherin looked up at him, reached out and pulled his wand away from where he usually kept it, and replied grimly, "I can't."

Nonsense, Gryffindor thought.He could clearly see the tears so close.Suddenly, he seemed to see the last smile from thousands of years ago again. He grabbed Slytherin's shoulders, pushed him against the back of the sofa, and kissed his tight lips violently.

"Even if you will kill me later, Salazar, it must be after you remember all the facts."