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Perhaps it was thanks to Voldemort that their relationship was gradually warming up.

Gryffindor came back to his senses after finishing his tea, and glanced at Slytherin uneasily.

The latter keenly caught his gaze, returned a slight smile, and asked at the same time, "Godric, you don't seem to want anything to happen to Voldemort."

"He is..." Gryffindor didn't dare to continue to say the following words.

"We must face this descendant, Godric." Slytherin gave him a cold look, and said mockingly, "He is also your descendant, Godric. If you want to save him, it may be too late to go out now." .

Gryffindor realized that if he didn't say something now, the matter would never be closed. "I don't have that idea, Salazar," he said, intuitively thinking that it would be better to deny it.

"You're disturbed," Slytherin added as he refilled his tea, "I know you're worried."His tone became extremely gentle, matching the child's clear and innocent voice, it seemed warm and relaxing.

"Yes," Gryffindor replied unconsciously, "I've always felt..." He shook his head and said, "He's still damned, what he's doing is unbearable, so evil."

"I've experimented with living people, Godric," Slytherin said softly, without even a trace of irritation on his face. "You can't be too harsh on him."

"But he killed people! Salazar, you use prisoners of war, unlike him..."

"At that time you also said that I did that cruelly, more than once." Slytherin handed him two biscuits and said, "I suddenly want to eat some biscuits today, so I will make it."

"That's different, Salazar, you just don't care about the details, Voldemort is totally different." Gryffindor took the food, stacked two biscuits together, took a bite, and took a sip of tea.

"So you want him dead?" Slytherin asked.

Gryffindor paused.He found himself unable to leave to give a frank answer to this question.Somewhere deep inside of him, he harbored a strange sense of guilt towards Voldemort.This feeling stemmed from his guilt towards Sylvia. Voldemort was the poor girl's only continuation of blood, which gave him a subtle urge to protect her.But Voldemort hurt Slytherin again, and committed many unreasonable and inhumane atrocities.He didn't want to shelter such a madman.He was about to answer.

When he was in a daze, Slytherin's face changed suddenly, and finally stayed on a gloomy and grim expression.

"Maybe we can meet him," he said, crumpling the last brief.

Before Gryffindor could react, Slytherin grabbed his arm and disapparated.

By the time he realized it, they had already appeared in front of a Muggle residence.

It was no different from an ordinary Muggle residential area, with white walls, and there were small flower beds under the three shuttered windows, with a kind of white flower growing.The street lamp was about four or five meters away from the door, and a dim yellow halo shrouded the green mailbox in front of the door.

Slytherin took a gulp of aging potion and cast a few transformation spells on his clothes at the same time, instantly returning to his 20s.Then he handed the aging potion to Gryffindor, making him appear as an adult.

"Are you trying to save him?" Slytherin said softly in his ear, holding his shoulder easily.The slightly warm air brushed Gryffindor's ears in the cool night wind.

"Let's go back, Salazar," Gryffindor grabbed his arm, not going to answer, "this place is not safe."

"Don't worry, they just found out where the Secret Keeper is, and it will take more than ten minutes to show up, enough time." Slytherin had no intention of leaving. "Besides, our strength is enough to protect ourselves now, and he is the only one," he said. Smiling, eyes sparkling.

"I don't want to meddle in this, Salazar," said Gryffindor, "Voldemort damn it!"

"You really think so?" Slytherin let go of his shoulders, freed his grip, and looked him in the eyes. "You're wondering whose child and descendant he is," he took a step back, and Gryffindor saw a smirk on his lips, "You'll never forget!" He sneered, Then he continued, "There's no way this thing's going to end! Unless," he took a big step forward, and the Gryffindor felt his wand against his chest, "you're dead, or I'm dead. "

"I haven't forgotten," Gryffindor whispered, "I won't forget while you haven't," and he looked at Slytherin seriously, saying, "We still have time."

He stretched out his hand and put his arms around Slytherin's waist tentatively, and the latter froze after a slight struggle.

"Listen to me, we have this chance to do it all over again," Gryffindor said, "We will come to this age." He took two deep breaths, and said, "This is a chance to do it all over again." He was so nervous Hugging Slytherin's waist, he wanted to add a few more words, but he couldn't think of anything.

"But in my opinion, this is not a chance to do it all over again, but a chance for me to recognize myself," Slytherin refused to let go.

"I have always felt that except you, no one makes me think of love. When I see roses or hear love songs, I only think of you. Only you." Gryffindor tightened his arms, He felt relieved after saying these two sentences.He finally expressed his feelings.

"This matter will not end," Slytherin said flatly.

"We can do it all over again, bit by bit," Gryffindor buried his head in his neck, feeling warm liquid dripping from his eyes, "I don't want to leave you, Salazar."

Gryffindor felt his body tremble slightly as those tears seeped into Slytherin's hair and wet his skin, and then he felt a pair of arms wrap hesitantly around his waist.

"We might, have a chance."He heard Slytherin say that.

The sudden magic fluctuations made the two of them let go and dodge to one side at the same time. With the illusion spell, they concealed their own magic fluctuations.

It was Voldemort.

He didn't notice the two of them, and walked towards the door without hesitation.

There were noisy voices in the room, and Gryffindor was going to help, but at the same time he laughed at himself, turned to Slytherin and said, "Let's go back, Dumbledore should have arranged people here."

"I didn't see this part of the plan." Slytherin raised his eyebrows. The tacit understanding between them seemed to have returned in just a few minutes. He said, "This part is probably kept secret by Dumbledore." , I didn’t check it on purpose, it’s not good to accidentally leak the news.”

A woman's scream came from the room.For a moment, the whole house shook like an earthquake, and the glass shattered and fell.