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Godric Regret Gryffindor closed the kitchen door, sighing painfully for his mouth countless times.He only ate half of his lunch today, looked at the vacancies of Slytherin and Hufflepuff at dinner, and didn't cut a few times. He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and walked around the Black Lake several times. He was so hungry that he poked with his wand in frustration. The bread on the plate suddenly noticed that there were two living people slipping away quietly.

Little Mr. Black and his valet Rhett hunched over from behind the long table in the dining room and quickly slipped to the door.Due to the recent fierce Muggle offensive and the last incident, Mr. Black was strictly forbidden by his father to leave school, and he was not even allowed to go home for Christmas.

"Night excursion", the head of Gryffindor yelled from behind, and little Blake froze in place.

"Slytherin deduction, um", Little Blake watched Gryffindor's proud expression of catching the punching bag in horror, waiting for him to tell the number of deduction points, but...

"Where are you going? I think your dean should have talked about the dangers of night travel." Gryffindor imagined the consequences of Slytherin discovering that the emeralds in the hourglass had decreased overnight, and changed his mind unnaturally. topic.

Little Blake was keenly aware of Gryffindor's weird tone of voice, not as straightforward as usual, but rather hesitant.

"Rhett," Gryffindor yelled, taking out his wand and waving it demonstratively, "Where are you going?"

Rhett trembled in fright, and murmured a series of ambiguous monotones.

"Professor, we're going to the dance." Little Blake walked up to Rhett and replied.

"Prom?" Gryffindor was taken aback, and said even more angrily, "You two students not only go out at night, but also want to leave school casually. In the current situation, you are really bold."

Little Black pursed his lips, and said in deliberation, "Professor, we'll use the portkey on the lawn outside, and go to Malfoy Manor with the others after arriving in Hogsmeade. The headmaster is also here, so the issue of safety is not So……"

If it was normal, Gryffindor would have thrown these ignorant boys into confinement long ago when he heard such bargaining, but now his heart was completely disturbed by that last sentence. "Salazar going too?"

"Yes." Little Black nodded.

"Christmas should indeed be celebrated, but you three students can't run around, I'll take you there." Gryffindor said, putting away his wand.

Slytherin watched Cynthia Lantherwell and the eldest son of the Haynes family on the dance floor, who were "belatedly arriving", stepping on the beat slowly and laughing, with a cold smile on their lips.These snake language families have always disdain to deal with ordinary pure blood. After he came to the ball, those people appeared one by one slowly and pretending to be.Seemingly respectful, but actually provocative.Slytherin put on a gentle and happy smile and chatted with a few smarter little nobles, before the first lady who invited the dancer came, he went upstairs and entered the lounge.Malfoy also quickly broke away from the chat and followed.

This room is covered with thick carpets, and the light yellow wallpaper is pleasant to the body and mind. There are two windows on the left wall.There is a warm fire in the fireplace, three comfortable and light reclining chairs are placed beside it, an equally comfortable satin sofa is placed around the wall, refreshments are placed on a small table with rolling wheels, and a low cabinet with fine workmanship is in the middle of the room , there are some tobacco, chess, newspapers, and other such things to pass the time.The Duke of Slytherin was sitting on a recliner near the fireplace, and on the small table beside him was his favorite muscat wine and a plate of fruit.

"I don't think Malfoy's situation is so bad that I need to pay special attention to it." Slytherin nestled comfortably in the recliner and said relaxedly.

Malfoy sat down across from him, cleared his throat, and said, "Muggle affairs have become more and more troublesome these days, my lord. I have been worried that my son Charlie is still too impulsive."

"Story, I think I understand what you are worried about, but he will always grow. Even if I can protect him now, I can't help him all the time. You should let him try it himself."

"I'm worried that he will do irrational things on the battlefield. Those paladins are simply crazy these days."

"Well, Story, Charlie will come to my place this month, he can help with something." Seeing the obvious thanks on Malfoy's face opposite him, he pushed a glass of wine over to intercept Malfoy's words of thanks. "I'm always happy to help you, Story, but you must know that Charlie always has to stand on his own."

"Are you still not dancing today?"

"No, I'll go in a while, I'm just a little tired. Helga is here, I can't let her be a wallflower all the time."

"Miss Hufflepuff is very beautiful today." Malfoy raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

"I'm glad you think so." Slytherin took a sip of his wine, put down his glass, and said, "I can tell you something in advance. Miss Hufflepuff is now Mrs. Slytherin."

Malfoy looked at him in shock, managed to avoid choking on the drink and asked, "Miss Hufflepuff?"

"It's Mrs. Slytherin," Slytherin said with a relaxed smile, "I'd like to borrow your place and let everyone know about it." He straightened his clothes and got up to go back to the banquet.

Malfoy watched him open the door stiffly, and a moment later he heard a bubbling discussion, followed by an unsettling silence.He got up belatedly, and by the time he walked into the hall, almost everything had returned to normal.Only the few Parseltongue families on the right side of the hall were arguing around Slytherin and Hufflepuff. More than a dozen people were speaking Parseltongue at the same time, and those who listened were chilled.He looked at the couple and glanced at an acquaintance.

Godric Gryffindor was standing bewildered in front of the two men arm in arm.