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Gryffindor didn't realize the consequences of his actions that day, and the relationship between him and Slytherin became extremely cold.Slytherin refused to let him enter his room, and stayed in bed all day. Only his personal servant Thomas came in and out of the room.

However, not long after meeting Malfoy, only about ten days later, he met Thomas.

"Mr Gryffindor," Thomas called a little louder to the strolling Gryffindor from a few feet behind him.

Gryffindor stopped, looked back at him with mixed suspicion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master invites you to his room," Thomas replied sternly.

When Gryffindor walked into the Slytherin room, Slytherin was sitting on the couch in his nightgown, with long silver hair and a calm and cold face.

"Godric," he was startled by Thomas's opening the door, looked up at Gryffindor, and gestured for him to sit on the sofa opposite.Thomas went to the low cabinet by the door and brought them some refreshments.

The layout of the room is still the same, the windows are half open, black velvet blackout curtains are closed on both sides of the window, the sun can easily penetrate through the thin chiffon curtains, but it still reduces the original heat and splendor, casting a cloud on the dark blue carpet. Spots of light with ambiguous borders.

"Salazar", Gryffindor walked over carefully and slowly, sat on the sofa, and looked at Slytherin.

Compared with when we met a few days ago, his complexion is much better, but he is still obviously weak.The damage caused by excessive blood loss cannot be made up for simply by a few bottles of blood tonic.He slowly picked up the cup and brought the warm black tea to his lips.

"You really know how to be annoying." After a long silence, Slytherin said coldly. Gryffindor was so surprised that he dropped the cup by mistake, leaving water stains on the carpet, and even his own pants were wet.

Thomas heard the noise and came over, put the snack in his hand on the crystal tea table between the two, reached out to pick up the cup, and cleaned up the mess with two cleaning spells.

"I don't need you here for now, go down," Slytherin waited for him to change a cup of tea for Gryffindor, and ordered.

The sound of Thomas closing the door took away what little life was left in the room.The whole room became lifeless and silent.

"Look, you haven't figured it out yet," Slytherin leaned back on the couch, pulled up the plush blanket on the side to cover his legs, pulled the top edge up to his stomach, wrapped his body tightly, and hid his hands under the blanket under.In this way, only his upper body in a white silk nightgown was exposed outside the blanket, and a pair of bare feet on the dark blue carpet showed a little white at the edge of the blanket.

The same black tassels dangled around the edge of the black floral rug, easily shaking Gryffindor's mood.He held the glass with both hands, looking at Slytherin in bewilderment.

"Wales just came back into my hands, Godric. Stupid enough to be led by the nose by Lucius Malfoy, I don't know what to say."He evoked a gentle and sweet smile on his childish face, and said in a cold voice that didn't match his expression, "Lucius used your name to trick my naive servant, and it was easy."

Gryffindor vaguely understood what Slytherin meant, and was taken aback, watching him not knowing what to say.

"Don't meddle in my affairs anymore," Slytherin looked at Gryffindor with poisonous eyes, "especially those related to Malfoy." He pulled the slipped blanket, and impatiently pulled the upper edge of the blanket Arrived near the chin, beyond the neckline of the dressing gown.

Gryffindor looked at Slytherin guiltily, and said, "I'm sorry, you were in a bad state at the time. I think you should stop worrying too much."

"Don't meddle anymore," the Slytherin repeated, turning his head impatiently, resting his white fingers on the teacup handle.

Then there was a light knock on the door.

Slytherin frowned slightly and said, "Come in".

It was Thomas, who was a little panicked, who entered the door.In his hand was a tray with a dirty crown-like object on it. "Here's the Horcrux you asked for," he said.

"Put it here", Slytherin raised his chin slightly, motioning for him to put the things on the table, "You can go back, Gryffindor", Slytherin gave the order to evict the guest coldly.

"Voldemort's Horcrux?" Gryffindor asked, standing up.After rescuing Slytherin, his relationship with Dumbledore became much better.He learned about Voldemort making Horcruxes from the old man.

"Don't meddle in my affairs!" Slytherin repeated angrily, throwing two curses at the same time.

Gryffindor dodged a curse to the left, but lost his balance, and slammed his hand on the crystal tea table.The crystal-clear carved table top suddenly shattered, and the cups and plates fell to the ground. Gryffindor still didn't stop, his palm was cut on the broken edge of the crystal, and blood was stained on the crown that also fell.

At that moment, a dazzling emerald green flame erupted in the room, and the two people standing closest - Slytherin and Gryffindor were pushed back a step by the violent explosion of magic pressure.When the light went out, Slytherin came back to his senses and saw Gryffindor, who was alive and well just now, slumped on the carpet and had lost consciousness.

He froze for a second, then quickly turned back to the bed and took out a bottle of potion from the nightstand, rushed to the sofa and stretched out his hand to pour it on the crown.

Thomas then came back to his senses, and immediately pulled Slytherin back when he saw this. "Master! Do not use potions! Then Mr. Gryffindor will die!"

"That idiot! Idiot!" The Slytherin struggled like crazy in his arms, and suddenly collapsed, almost half-hanging on Thomas' arms.

"It's called Eris," he said softly, his long hair was disheveled, and he slid down to sit on the carpet with his back leaning on the arm of the sofa.