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The descendants of Salazar Slytherin were planning something big at this time.It is not appropriate to say that it is planning.It is a deeply surprising thing to connect this polite, discreet and elegant-sounding vocabulary with the six sentences he uttered at the top of his voice, each of no more than ten words.

However, we seem to have no choice. Such activities, in any sensible, well-organized party, or group trying to gain political power and win the trust of the people-of course, for Voldemort's leadership, the current scale is not as good as before. As far as the organization is concerned, this "people" is like a certain party led by the little German, which is very similar to a certain Buddhist symbol, specifically referring to people with certain bloodlines, or people without certain bloodlines — is a major event that will lead to an emergency high-level meeting.

Because of this matter, it involves the life safety and political future of the current irreplaceable supreme leader of the group.

Voldemort didn't listen too much to his cronies.Although they are now small in number, he remains dictatorial.

Now we can look at the six sentences that Voldemort yelled.

"Is that prophecy true?"

"Whose child!"

"Where are they now?"

"I'm going to kill them!"

"I am immortal!"

"I will never fail!"

With astonishing speed the news reached the ears of his greatest and most hidden enemy.

Albus Dumbledore and Salazar Slytherin got the news almost at the same time, and at this time, only eleven minutes had passed since he made the declaration with very inappropriate words and appearance.

There was a little confusion on Dumbledore's side.Among their members are two couples who have babies born at the time specified in the prophecy—innocent children under one year old, who happen to be boys, drooling or crying stupidly, but miraculously Grabbed the attention of unknown people of insight.

If the concern about babies is not out of concern for the future of society but troubles such as murder and seizure of power, it has to be said that the pathology of this society has reached a heinous level.

Dumbledore took some precautions on his part.Alphabetically by surname, the first of the two couples, the Longbottoms and their young boy Neville Longbottom, still lives in their ancestral home.According to common sense, such an old manor is well-defended and difficult to break through.

The second of the two couples, the Potters and their child, Harry Potter, left Potter Manor on Dumbledore's advice and settled in a Muggle cottage where no one but the Keeper knew. .They set the Secret Keeper as their mutual friend from school days, Sirius Black, but it was later replaced by Peter Petrow.

The air was tense as the Aurors weaved through the streets.Death Eaters were running around, and the two groups were exchanging fire at any time and place.

In this way, the two giants began their perhaps last struggle.

Compared with Dumbledore's face-to-face enemy in many ways, Slytherin is much calmer.For him, the only meaning of this declaration is: the beginning of the good show.

His disobedient descendants have already wiped out his little affection for elders.He enjoys admiring Voldemort's various ugly words and deeds every day, alternately reading and studying, interacting with Gryffindor, sleeping and eating, and going out for activities to kill the long boring time during the recuperation process.

This time Voldemort's behavior even made him feel a little pity, like the moment when the juggling ended and the children were reluctant to part with it.But given that this Voldemort was going crazy in the name of his descendant, it might not be a bad thing for this moment to come sooner.

He looked at the quasi-real-time battle briefing he had received with appreciative eyes, and outlined in his mind Voldemort's marching route and Dumbledore's and the Ministry of Magic's defense arrangements.He thought that Dumbledore's influence on many of the Order's current Aurors was too great.Many people left their responsibilities in the Ministry of Magic to join his arrangement noisily. As a result, the Ministry of Magic's original contingency plan with no major mistakes was full of loopholes. Many ordinary Muggle wizard families were involved in Death Eater attacks, causing casualties. heavy.He frowned slightly, but didn't intend to interfere.

If he had anticipated the thoughts of one of his old friends, perhaps he would not have thought so.

Flipping through those Gryffindors that are more than half an hour out of date gives mixed opinions.

"Salazar, we have to do something," he said, putting down the fine parchment in his hand, and walking up to Slytherin.

Slytherin, who was enjoying afternoon tea, looked up lazily at him. "There's nothing we can do, Godric."

"We can help a lot of people," said Gryffindor, "let your men deal with the Death Eaters."

"They used to be comrades-in-arms, let me remind you, Godric," Slytherin said flatly.

"But those people are innocent," Gryffindor emphasized, "I must do something."

"How cruel war is," said Slytherin, admiring an operatic coloratura soprano, "blood and fire, stained consciences or cleansed sins, and the benefits derived from it. This thing is like It rained down on everyone like fire."

"I'll go myself!" exclaimed the exasperated Gryffindor.

"It's up to you, it's not easy to collect corpses when you die outside," Slytherin said in a flat tone, "If my descendants don't die, this matter will not end, and the people you save now may not necessarily survive. So... ..." He glanced over at Gryffindor, and said, "Sit down and have a cup of tea with me and wait for the results."

"Don't you even think about the death of your descendants?" exclaimed the exasperated Gryffindor.

"Yes, I wonder how he survived the incomplete blood awakening."

Gryffindor was hurt by his cold words.Add to that the fact that he had struggled with such a cold tone the whole year before Christmas, and he was angry.

"Salazar Slytherin!" he yelled angrily.

The person whose name was called opened his half-closed dark green pupils, poured himself a cup of tea and handed it to Gryffindor, with an innocent smile on his face that matched his nine-and-a-half-year-old appearance. "Sit down," he said.

Gryffindor took the tea and sat obediently beside Slytherin in the dizziness brought by that long-lost smile.