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Salazar Slytherin's refusal is crisp and Parseltalker-like.

Gryffindor was driven out of the bedroom by two three-headed pythons that crawled out of nowhere and the basilisk Eris, who had shrunk himself to the size of a normal snake.When he saw Slytherin again the next day, the latter didn't say a word about yesterday's events.Gryffindor missed too many classes, so he had to ask for leave again, only took the final final exam, and followed Slytherin all the time.In the following months he felt the difference between the two.

That evening, they went to a French restaurant in Muggle London for dinner.The restaurant had been chosen by Thomas, and the cuisine seemed to suit Slytherin's tastes.The decoration of the store is mainly in light cyan, and the furnishings are quite modern for them.

They shared a table by a window overlooking a calm river, and pansy china on a white and silver-striped tablecloth.

Slytherin slowly cut open his own salmon, turning his head to look at the river view from the window from time to time.Looking down from the window on the sixth floor where they were, the river was only about six meters wide, with white parasols and some tents that looked like shells on both sides, and many Muggle boats were driving slowly on the water.The street lamps on both sides of the water were lit one by one as the sky darkened.His movements became slower and slower, and finally he let go of the knife and fork, propped his elbows on the window sill and leaned against the window frame to watch the river view in boredom.

"Those people out there are rowing", Gryffindor also

Putting down the knife and fork, turned his head to look at the river view, and asked, "Salazar, do you want to try?"

"I just don't want to eat," said the Slytherin, opening the window a crack to let in some fresh air.

"Just as if I wanted to go, Salazar," Gryffindor reached out and pushed his shoulder, saying, "Salazar, go."

"I don't want to go," Slytherin ignored him.

"Let's go," Gryffindor repeated again, "Since you don't want to eat, why don't you move around."

"I said I didn't want to go," Slytherin objected coldly.

Gryffindor dropped the knife and fork, walked over to pull him up, and walked straight to the stairs.

"Godric Gryffindor!" Slytherin struggled, and because he was inconvenient to use magic in the Muggle world, he just shot a few fragments.But there was still quite a bit of chaos—the curtains fell with a loud noise, the sofa shattered into several pieces, and the china on the table shook for a while, the creamy raisin cake jumped off the plate and fell into a ball of suspicious shape. creamy paste.

The Slytherins were taken aback by the chaos, and Gryffindor took his only chance, shoving him into the stairwell and dragging him out of the restaurant.

On the stairs from the first floor to the sixth floor, the two almost fought.There were a lot of people on the stairs, and Slytherin didn't dare to use jinxes anymore, and all small spells such as petrification were easily dodged by Gryffindor. When they reached the exit on the first floor, they didn't look like they could be in a high-end French restaurant. A young master who eats thirteen dishes, and looks like a tramp who just sneaked out of a refugee camp.

Slytherin stopped resisting at the exit of the stairwell, took two steps back to get Gryffind a little farther, then cast a few cleansing and restoring spells on himself, and straightened his clothes.When everything was done, he gave Gryffindor a hard look, and strode away.Gryffindor packed his clothes indiscriminately and followed behind him.

"Salazar," he called out, trotting after him.

"Come on, didn't you mean rowing?" Slytherin said, stopping and looking back at him.

"Okay!" Gryffindor laughed contentedly, and walked forward side by side to the kiosk where the boat was rented.

Turning the corner, they paid and got a boat number.It took a little effort for Slytherin to get the shopkeeper to drop the idea of ​​letting the employees board the boat together to watch the two "minors" of them, and he actually had to use a confusion spell.

When the boat reached the middle of the river, Gryffindor stopped rowing, and Slytherin gave him a suspicious look, and also stopped.

"Salazar, we can look at the water here," said Gryffindor, "a lot of people are rowing."

Slytherin let go of the oars and watched his face silently.

"Godric," he whispered, "I'm not a little girl."His eyelids were lowered, and his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly under the far light of the street lamp.

"I know, I..." Gryffindor panicked.Being mercilessly pointed out by Slytherin made him embarrassed, "I don't know what to do."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Slytherin said flatly.

"I love you," said Gryffindor, picking at the decorative stripes on the oars, sitting up straight and looking at his drooping eyebrows, "like, all the lovers who are rowing near us right now."

"Maybe they'll argue tonight and be separated before sunrise tomorrow," Slytherin said dryly.

Gryffindor was choked, he thought for a while, and said very firmly, "We won't".

"I don't believe it, we're not together at all," Slytherin gave him a cold look, leaning back in his chair.

"Salazar," said the Gryffindor searched, "I never want to leave you. Regardless of those people."

"I don't care," Slytherin retorted again.

Gryffindor looked at his calm face and sighed softly.Since Slytherin remembered those things, he rarely showed Gryffindor a lively expression.He reached for the oar and paddled back to shore.

The two walked back under the street lamp in silence. Gryffindor planned to sit on the bench to rest, and Slytherin sat down without saying anything.

"Salazar," Gryffindor sighed again, and whispered, "Don't do that," he put his arms around Slytherin's shoulders, and the latter nestled against his chest without resistance.