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At this moment, he felt a wave of magic power. Someone touched the warning spell he set on the ring, but it seemed only a touch.He frowned and asked loudly, "Any explanation? Salazar!"

"As you can see," Slytherin re-tightened the collar of his shirt, buttoned it, and replied calmly.

"You did it on purpose?" Gryffindor asked uncertainly.

"Yes... and no", Slytherin was nestled in the chair and did not intend to stand up.

"Quickly explain, Salazar!" Gryffindor roared a little out of control.

"I do like her," said the Slytherin, tilting his head slightly, "so I did."

"I thought we were," said Gryffindor, slumping his shoulders and jumping off the table in agony, "so you're going to have sex with her?"

"I didn't mean that," Slytherin replied, "I don't like her, she just fits."

"What are you talking about! You can't be a little restrained!" Gryffindor turned around angrily, grabbed two pieces of parchment on the table, no matter what important documents those things might be, folded them and used them They went to wipe the lip marks on Slytherin.Pale red lipstick is rendered on parchment.

Slytherin was taken aback by his actions. No matter how good the parchment was, it was used for writing. He felt a sting when Gryffindor rubbed so hard on his face and neck.

"Stop it! Godric!" he said, trying to get up and push Gryffindor away, "It hurts!"

Gryffindor stood up straight, dropped the parchment in his hand and gave him two to clean up.

"It's been more than two years, Godric." Slytherin frowned and rubbed his numb cheeks, "It's normal."

"No," Gryffindor said firmly, "absolutely not! I won't let you mess around with women again."

"Don't meddle in my private affairs!" Slytherin also said angrily.

"Aren't we going to start over!" Gryffindor said angrily, "You can't... like this!" He vented his anger and threw the parchments to the ground and stomped hard.

"I can't give you what you're asking for." Slytherin said bluntly, "If it was before, I would consider your ideas, but now," he smirked, "I don't love you that much yet."

"Salazar!" Gryffindor yelled, "don't you feel... ashamed?"

"Godric," said Slytherin, looking at him with eyes close to pity, "you know, many Parseltongue families would do anything for blood, and I'm already a very temperate person."

"I know your customs," said Gryffindor, circling irritably several times, "but then you can't..." He didn't know what words to use. "Damn it!" he said, "why am I fidgeting now! It should be you!"

"I hope you can get to know the real me this time, Godric," Slytherin replied flatly, "I used to think I could change for you," he said, leaning back in his chair, "but now I understand that It’s not feasible, I’m not yet indulgent, but I’ve always loved pleasure. I can’t promise that things like this won’t happen in the future.”

"No, you can't," Gryffindor sat down on the table, thought for a while, and said, "You don't necessarily have to be with someone else, if we are together in the future."

"Godric," Slytherin said, frowning at him, "I'm not sure you can do it the way you want," he weighed his words, and finally said, "Satisfies me. I've always preferred opposite sex".

Gryffindor was puzzled at how the conversation had gotten to such a weirdly awkward subject, but he had to brace himself for what Slytherin was thinking now, "What I want is a faithful relationship, Salazar. "

"Then I think that's pretty much the biggest problem," Slytherin replied. "I've always asked people to be loyal to me, and it's only about politics."

Immediately afterwards, Gryffindor received the fluctuation from the second warning spell.

Emily King, the Undersecretary of Finance who was locked into the empty room by Gryffindor, slapped the door panel angrily, and her wand fell into Slytherin's study.

"Damn it," she angrily kicked the solid and thick wooden board, picked up the skirt that was thrown in front of the door, and sat down on the sofa.

Despite the comfortable temperature in the room and the soft fur cushions on the sofa, Emily felt no comfort at all.

I thought it would be a very satisfying night, but it turned out like this!

"Damn it!" She couldn't help cursing again.Locked in this place by a man of unknown origin, who was only wearing underwear at the time with a dazed look on his face!She turned her hands away to fasten the corset straps that "Mr. Snowton" had just pulled off.

The elbow seemed to hit something like glass.

She frowned, and turned to look after tightening the ribbon.

Not far in front of the sofa was a small crystal bottle, and not far from the mouth of the bottle was a ring with a large gemstone.

"What the hell," she murmured, walking over and bending down to pick up the two things.It seems that when I was fastening the corset strap, my elbow touched the crystal bottle containing the ring on the small table next to the sofa. The bottle fell to the ground and the ring rolled out.

She put the ring back in the bottle, then put the bottle back on the little table, and began to put on the dress.

She knocked over the bottle again as she pulled her hair out of her neckline in her dress.

"Merlin! You can't leave me alone!" She didn't know whether to yell at herself or at the nasty bottle, but she yelled anyway.Then she rolled her eyes, got up and picked up the bottle again.

This time, she put the bottle back to its original position first, and then took the ring to observe boredly.

The luster of the black gemstone on the ring is very beautiful, but the cut is rough and weird, and it is a bit disproportionately large for this thin ring.She paused for a moment, then stretched out her hand angrily, and put the ring on her hand.

Not pretty, she concluded with a frown, plucking it off and throwing it in the bottle.

At this time, the door opened with a bang.

The brash man entered, followed by Mr Snowton.

"I'm really sorry," the man picked up the vial as he entered the door, and Mr. Snowton came up to her and apologized.

"Who is that person?" She asked annoyedly. She had no ill feeling towards Mr. Snowton, and he was probably taken aback, "Why did he do that? It was so reckless!" She said a series of words, and again Complaints are doubts.

"It's all my fault," Mr Snowton said, "I really don't know how to explain it."He paused and said, "That's my brother, he, he's against extramarital..." He signaled Emily's own unspoken words with a dark look.

"That's too conservative! You're not married!" She said excitedly and angrily.

"Indeed, but please don't blame him. I should have expected to lose my head when I saw you," Snowton said softly. "He's doing it for my own good. Shall I take you home?"

"Thank you", the anger in Emily's heart disappeared a lot, and she followed him out with her full forehead.

"Sigmund! Stay here!" She heard the man's voice as soon as she went out, and then he came over and grabbed Mr. Snowton's arm with great force.From the side she saw Mr. Snowton's eyebrows twitch.

"Okay!" she finally shouted angrily, "I'll go back by myself! You two should have a good talk!" She gave Gryffindor a hard look and left.

"She didn't just move the ring," Gryffindor said dissatisfiedly as he checked the remaining warding spells, "she still wore it!"

"It's all right," said Slytherin softly, "you've already destroyed that piece of soul, haven't you?"

"I wanted to wear it for you!" Gryffindor protested.

"It's kind of ugly for decoration," Slytherin replied.