[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

A desk lamp was on in the quiet room, and the warm yellow light cast a soft glow on the face of the person at the table.

The young man pursed his lips, his eyes slightly curved, and he had a relaxed smile.

The scene on the computer screen was vibrating, and the light effects and information were constantly being refreshed. The young man clacked and pressed the keyboard, listening quietly to the sound effects in the earphones and the sudden burst of noise.

"Damn it... Xiaoer is really stunning."

"The second brother has been focusing on spreading hatred for 30 years, never giving up, never giving up, never wavering."

"Destroy it, destroy it." The team leader cleared his throat, with helplessness, "Xiao Er didn't open the monster today and just lay down... There is progress."

How sad is the head of the group to have such a superb member.

"Xiao Er, you really don't want to practice a T number?" The team leader took a sip and adjusted the microphone, "You are more dedicated to your job than T..."

The young man moved his hand, raised the corners of his pursed lips, and said two words in a cool voice.

"Not practicing."

Well, if you don’t practice, you won’t practice. The team leader took a deep breath and greeted the team members, “Come on, let’s go through each state and prepare to start monsters! Er, if you make mistakes again, don’t blame me for being cruel!”

The boy raised his eyebrows and sent out a question mark.

"I became a friend of the person who guards your corpse in the wild every day. If you are naughty again, I will ask him to nod your head on time every day."

"Fuck! The leader is mighty!"

"Dick exploded!"

……groove.

The boy finally straightened his body, opened the skill panel, dragged the hatred reduction skill from the panel and put it in the shortcut bar, listened to the countdown from the leader in the earphone, and silently used the hatred reduction skill.

Did you think this would go through smoothly!

too naive!

This group is gone again! !

"Young brother, you are naughty again."

"I hung up to reduce hatred..."

It was because it was useless to hang up the hatred reduction skill, so he threw that skill directly out of the skill bar.

"You can't save the mocking face, let's take a photo, second brother, I guess you must look very inhumane, otherwise it's no wonder why you always run after you."

"Go for plastic surgery."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, and he touched his face. He felt very good about himself, and he didn't need to do something that sounded cruel like plastic surgery.

The boy turned on the microphone, and just as he opened his mouth, he felt the table shake violently. The drink cup on the table fell down, and the freshly squeezed watermelon juice spilled on the table, dripping along the edge and hitting the thick handmade wool carpet. superior.

Some stunned teenagers looked at the juice dripping down in a thin line, and when they came back to their senses, they immediately sucked up the juice with a piece of paper.

Soaked tissues were piled up on the table, holding a large ball of wet paper in disgust, the boy turned on the microphone and said sorry, but was interrupted by a scream from YY.

"earthquake!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah!! We are here too!!!"

"Fuck, our place was shaken just now, I thought it was a mountain explosion."

The boy raised his eyebrows, put down the earphones indifferently, and walked towards the bathroom with a plastic bag of wet tissues - the trash can was at the door of the bathroom.

When he got close to the door, there was another shock, this time it was much stronger than before, the boy fell to the floor, and he clearly heard the sound of something falling on the floor in the bathroom.

He frowned, and when he got up, the violent vibration made his feet empty, and he fell to the ground again. Fortunately, the carpet was very thick, and the fall didn't hurt too much.

The young man stood up while leaning against the wall, nervously huddling in the corner, watching his tidy room become a mess amidst the shaking.

He heard hurried footsteps back and forth in the hall, and there were faint screams and growls from outside the window, and anyone could have sensed that something was wrong.

It wasn't an accident, it wasn't some messy engineering explosion, and it wasn't a small earthquake that could be ignored—even a teenager who lacked geological knowledge knew that this was probably a precursor to a huge earthquake!

Why did the earthquake suddenly occur? There is no need to ask this question anymore. The instinct of survival made the young man stumble towards the window.

Fortunately, his room was only on the second floor, not high.

The young man clasped the window frame with difficulty, and the glass trembled inside the frame, as if it would turn into small pieces of slag in the next second.

Worried about the glass windows that would cause him harm, the boy saw the villa next door collapse suddenly while shaking.

Suffocated, he looked in horror at the pile of ruins with billowing dust, the steel bars were exposed, and the ugly branches were in the white wall.

The starry sky is still bright and beautiful.

The boy climbed on the open window, trying to climb up, but he tried his best but failed to climb over the somewhat high window sill—the violent vibrations threw him back to the ground again and again, and all his previous efforts were wasted.

Abandoning the possibility of going out through the window, the boy looked at the door that he could usually walk to in a few steps, but now he felt that it was a little far away from him, so he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Misfortunes never come singly, the only light source in the room fell to the ground in a violent vibration, and after struggling for a few seconds, it slumped out.

In the icy darkness, when the boy rushed past the computer desk, he tripped over the cord of the desk lamp and slammed straight onto the sharp-edged display screen.

After a moment of severe pain, the world fell into darkness.

……

Salazar Slytherin had a happy family in his childhood. The family lived in a castle named Hogwarts. They used their titles in the Muggle world to live in harmony with the nearby Muggles. They were happy and happy. stable.

Then one day...

Well, Slytherin didn't want to recall everything that happened back then, even though the fact was always a thorn in his heart, Slytherin didn't want to touch or pull it out.

Recall what happened earlier.

Salazar Slytherin wasn't originally called that, he had forgotten what it was.

But he still remembers that in the place where he was 23 years ago, there were cars, airplanes, and high-rise buildings.

I almost forgot about his own situation, and he seemed to be doing well—at least he didn't have any discomfort when he woke up and faced the servants' service.

Although at that time the servant was serving him... well, changing diapers.

And then, when the first word came out of his fragile and immature voice, he found something extraordinary.

——Will say in his head with a completely tuned electronic voice [Congratulations to the player Salazar Slytherin for acquiring the skill: language. ], the word online game popped out of his mind reflexively.

What online games are, Salazar Slytherin used to be very clear, but now he has gradually forgotten - the only thing he firmly remembers is the electronic sound, which is called "system", which can give him Many benefits.

You only need to complete some tasks that are not too difficult, and it is very cost-effective.

The memory of childhood has been blurred, and Slytherin, who always thought he was well-adapted, accepted the new life as a matter of course, and regarded it as a gift from Merlin.

Salazar Slytherin's panic about a new life always stems from what happened before he left Hogwarts when he was ten years old.

However, he still didn't want to talk about it or recall it.

At least he won't want to reveal a word until he has done enough psychological construction-even if this psychological construction has been done for 13 years, he still doesn't even have the courage to face it directly.

Fortunately, he has a new friend.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff.

Intimate but never crossing his line - except for Godric Gryffindor.

Does it sound familiar?these names.

Yes, it sounded familiar to him too, especially his friends, and his own last name.

Oh don't forget, there is also the name Hogwarts.

Salazar Slytherin, the owner of Hogwarts, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There are other representatives, such as Parseltongue, pompous and arrogant man, evil dark wizard, determined to leave Hogwarts in his own way...

Pots of dirty water were being poured out one after another, making the man who is Salazar Slytherin feel——if he doesn't bully the most popular Gryffindor in the future, he is really sorry for the evaluation of him by those people .

"Slytherin!" The blond young man rushed into his companion's room in a hurry, habitually dodged the oncoming crystal bottle full of potions, and leaned over to the desk to look at Slytherin who was flipping through the parchment. Politely took away the thick file.

"Let's go to the Muggle world!"

Slytherin waited for a while, but did not receive the mission prompt, glanced at Gryffindor, and said two words lightly: "No."

"I am bored!"

"Gryffindor has a lot of papers for you to deal with - it's not a nobleman's job to always defer things to the butler, Mr. Gryffindor."

The blond young man grinned and showed his white teeth in an inelegant manner, "I don't care! Hold on tight, dear Salazar!" He grabbed his companion's shoulder and waved his wand.

"Apparate!"