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twelve hours later

Slytherin threw away the crown that had been bitten by the basilisk, looked at Gryffindor's still unresponsive face, frowned, pulled out his wand and cast a few detection spells.Gryffindor had lost a lot of life force.He put his wand under his pillow and lay on Gryffindor's right side.

He had given Gryffindor enough potions just now, and there was only a little time left.

What happened just now made him shuddering, but his heart fluctuated again.

In order to avoid the curse and lose his balance, Gryffindor smashed the tea table and cut his hand, sticking blood on Voldemort's Horcrux.

Gryffindor was a powerful wizard, and he was related to Voldemort - a blood relationship that Slytherin didn't want to admit but couldn't deny.Both of these caused his blood to awaken the soul piece that had been hidden for decades in Ravenclaw's diadem.

However, after Soul Pie woke up, the target of the attack was not Gryffindor, but Slytherin.

Perhaps because he coveted the blood of Slytherin, or because he loved Slytherin's dark magical properties, the container Voldemort wanted to live in was Slytherin's body.

He couldn't avoid it in shock.The cold magic power had enveloped him and formed a barrier to surround him, and Slytherin's weak body was completely vulnerable.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Gryffindor reach out his right hand through the magic barrier to hold the crown, and at the same time shouted something to himself, probably telling him to go away.But then he couldn't move at all, and Gryffindor pushed hard on his shoulder with his other hand.He staggered back two steps, finally out of the range of Voldemort's magic power.The violently shaking magic storm forced the two of them to take a step back.The blood that slowly flowed out from the wound on Gryffindor's right hand was absorbed by the crown little by little, and even the bloodstains gradually disappeared.

Then everything returned to calm, and when he woke up, he saw Gryffindor slumped on the carpet, and the Horcrux was thrown aside.

Fortunately, Voldemort's soul piece seemed to be dissatisfied with Gryffindor's body, he just drained a lot of life force and didn't make any soul attacks.

Gryffindor's life was not in danger.When he confirmed this, the feeling of a big rock falling in his heart made him feel a burst of panic.Apparently he still cared about Gryffindor, he couldn't fool himself about that.Once he remembered the state of mind in his last life thousands of years ago, he couldn't let go.At that time, he hoped that he and Gryffindor were just friends, so that when he was finally reborn, he was so insane that he would rather believe the lies he arranged to cover up.

Such a sad and painful mood once again enveloped his life when he regained his memory.Such a state of mind made him unable to recuperate with peace of mind for more than ten days, and he could not eat any food, and he could not even drink water for a few days.

He didn't want to experience that pain again.But he turned to look at Gryffindor's calm face.The connection between them cannot be severed at all by his or Gryffindor's will.

The sunlight has completely disappeared, and the moonlight that replaced it cannot compare with the warmth and brightness of the sun, it just casts a blurred light on the carpet.

Feeling tired for a while, he temporarily let go of his thoughts and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Not long after Slytherin fell asleep, Gryffindor woke up.

He blinked, reached out and rubbed his swollen and sore temples, felt the familiar magic waves around him, and turned his head to see the unexpectedly peaceful sleeping face of Slytherin.

According to Slytherin's attitude, there was no way he would allow himself to sleep next to him.Gryffindor looked at the heavy shadow cast by the curtain on his side face in confusion, and reached out to brush away a few strands of messy hair on his face.Slytherin's pale skin finally turned red after a period of recuperation, his breathing was smooth, his thin chest rose and fell gently, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

This was an ominous thought that came to Gryffindor's mind.

Had he not been able to stop Voldemort then?

The thought sent chills all over his body.

Slytherin hurt?

He sat up straight and rummaged around on the bed to find his wand.Pressing hard on his temples, he picked up his wand and cast a few detection spells on the Slytherins.It turned out to be normal, if anything, a little tired.

He felt a burst of relief, and wanted to lie down again, when it suddenly occurred to him that he wondered if Slytherin would be angry when he woke up.He was stunned for a while, and finally made a decision for him with a headache.He lay down again feebly and closed his eyes.

After being tormented by him like this, Slytherin woke up.

"Godric?" He opened his eyes in a daze and asked in a low voice.

"Salazar, are you alright?" Gryffindor turned and looked at him.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Slytherin evoked a peaceful smile and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sure I'm fine," Gryffindor said briskly, "how could something happen to me."

"If your smile wasn't so twisted, I might believe it," Slytherin replied with a sneer.

The two faces were facing each other at this time, and the distance was only a few inches.The Slytherin's smile was reflected in Gryffindor's eyes, and he cupped his face in his hands unconsciously, nuzzling his lips with his thumb.Slytherin froze for a moment, with a flash of surprise, and waved him away.

"Godric!" He said his name coldly.

"Salazar," Gryffindor said without giving up, "I have misunderstood you in the past. I always thought that your feelings for me were due to my behavior during that time. I never thought that, You would love me so much. I thought I was ruining your life and your marriage. You could be very happy. Helga loves you very much, I..." He spoke faster and faster, and the Slytherins There was no speaking, and finally Gryffindor stopped nervously.

An awkward silence followed.

"There's no point in discussing these things now," Slytherin said after a long silence.

"No, it's not," Gryffindor said excitedly, "No one can refuse the thing between us. You also understand that it is only complete when we are together."

"That's what you thought," Slytherin turned and didn't look at him anymore.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor reached out and grabbed his shoulder and turned him back again, and continued, "Things before, because of various things, became like that, but, we..."

"Don't bring it up again!" Slytherin pushed him away and got up.

"I can't believe that you care about me as much as I care about you, Salazar!" Gryffindor jumped off the bed and grabbed him, "Please don't leave me."