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Slytherin woke up with a burning pain in his wrist.When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked towards the place where the pain came from, and saw that Gryffindor was taking off the bandage and changing the dressing for him.

Stained with oozing bodily fluids and blood, and stained with tawny potions, the otherwise pure white fine linen bandages looked filthy and hideous.Gryffindor carefully undid the slipknot at the end of the bandage, supporting his forearm with one hand and undoing the bandage in circles.

"Godric," Slytherin moved on his bed with peace of mind, and opened his mouth, realizing that his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor put his arms lightly on the side of the bed with a look of joy, added two pillows behind him, picked up the glass on the bedside table, tapped it with his wand, filled it with warm water and handed it to him. to his lips.

Slytherin turned his head away from drinking, but he realized that if he wanted to ask Gryffindor questions that had been haunting him for years, the state of his throat would not be able to bear it.So he ignored the expression on Gryffindor's face that changed from surprise to doubt to pain, and lowered his head slightly to take a sip of the water in his glass.

"By the way", Gryffindor recalled something and took back the cup suddenly, put a blue plastic straw in the water and put the quilt close to him again.

"This will be more convenient," Gryffindor explained with a smile.

Slytherin glanced at him, wondering whether it was pain or warmth that kept him from meeting Gryffindor's eyes.He lowered his head and opened his lips to hold the plastic tube in his mouth and slowly drank the water.

After not drinking much, the Slytherin stopped.Gryffindor put the water glass back in place, held her wrist again, picked up the potion bottle on the bedside table, scooped out a little thick ointment with a silver spoon and applied it to his wound, smoothing it with his fingers .

Slytherin felt the coolness gradually seeping into the skin from the wound, and the skin and flesh that had turned up necrotic due to the blood of the phoenix were touched by Gryffindor's warm fingers, causing the wound to be painful from time to time.

"I should take off the wrinkled flesh and it will get better quickly," Slytherin said lightly, looking at the hideous wound on his wrist.As a result of multiple injuries, a long and bloody slit appeared on his wrist.In fact, the same place was cut open four times, and the wound gradually expanded.Every time the phoenix blood was applied, part of the flesh would turn black and wrinkle, which had seriously hindered the healing of the wound.

"Salazar," said Gryffindor, stopping what he was doing, "that would be very painful, and the wound is so severe that we can no longer use potions to anesthetize it."

"I know," Slytherin nodded, and when he looked up, he had regained his calm and rational look.After calming down, he looked up at Gryffindor, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Godric Gryffindor, I've already remembered everything. Tell me about Sylvia", He felt his courage disappear as he watched the pain in Gryffindor's sea-blue eyes, and he had to pause before asking, "Why did that happen!" The sentence has been completely shouted out.

The room fell silent.

Slytherin tightened his lower lip, trying to stay calm.

Gryffindor's voice sounded.

"At that time, I met her in Scotland", his voice paused, then continued, "She was like...a dream come true", his voice became lower and lower, "I...I... ...My fault, she is not sensible. I am also in a daze."

"What the hell are you..." Slytherin choked up in the middle of the sentence, his voice stuck in his throat, "just lost his head!" His voice couldn't stand such a conversation, and the voice he forced out was weird and harsh.

"I don't know how to say it," Gryffindor replied, his voice full of guilt and regret, "I don't know how to say it right, it's all my fault."

"You are like a noose to me." Slytherin was silent for a long time, lowering his face that had become extremely pale and thin due to injury, and said softly, "I never told you that I was 17 years old. I fell in love with you when we met again." He didn't look up, and didn't see Gryffindor's expression full of shock for a moment, and then said, "I can't tell you, absolutely can't. First, I don't know whether you are You will feel the same way to me, I am not even sure if you like men; secondly, if you know, if you know that I love you like that", he bent his legs and buried his face in his Between the knees, he said, "That kind of love is very dangerous. I'm as if I'm tied to your hand with a short rope. I'm afraid of controlling me."

"I..." Gryffindor wanted to interject.

"I know you don't think that way!" Slytherin shouted in a muffled voice without looking up, and continued, "I used to treat my mother that way, but she didn't care about my life at all. I was always afraid... …Why can I trust you? I don’t know, a part of me believes in you without any reason at all, and a part of me reminds myself to keep my sanity, so as not to ruin everything, including you.” There was a sob in his voice, “I tried Tried, but you keep getting no response. So I think, it's better, with Helga... At least I can trust her, as a friend. But why did things end up like that... I ended up sticking my neck into the rope set, kicked over the stool, and finally suffocated..."

"Salazar, I don't know, I..." Gryffindor tried to move closer to him.

"I understand now that there is really no way between us," Slytherin shrank back, ignoring him, "Although we can feel it all the time, we can't catch it...forget it, Godric", he The tone of uttering this name is like being burned by the fire of hell.

"Leave now".Finally, he spoke in a strong tone.

Gryffindor could only obey.