[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Would Gryffindor have the guts to spend the night in a Slytherin bed?

He dares.

So when Slytherin opened his eyes and stared blankly at the person who shouldn't be there, Gryffindor smiled at him quite cheekily and sat up.

Slytherin was still immersed in the beautiful nightmare and couldn't recover a little bit. He stared blankly at Gryffindor's smiling face for a while, and squinted his eyes.

"Salazar, good morning." Gryffindor greeted and came over, wanting to kiss Slytherin good morning.

——This way of getting along looks like a good couple for many years!

Of course, things didn't always go as he expected, Slytherin drew out his wand and poked him between the eyebrows approaching, his eyes were so cold that icicles could fall from them, which made Gryffindor, who was in a good mood, shiver.

"Get out." Slytherin narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes were calm and calm, and the depth in the dim room was fascinating.

Gryffindor admired it a few times, and obediently left the warm bed.

The hand holding the wand tightly loosened slightly, and he was only slightly relieved when he watched Gryffindor leave the bedroom.

The dream was constantly replaying in my mind, and it was extremely profound.

Good and bad, desperate and happy, countless faces smiled and cried and stretched out their hands to him.

Even after getting enough sleep, Slytherin still felt tired. Even though he now had a lot of materials and precious magic materials in his hands, he couldn't ignore the powerlessness that swept over him.

Even waking up to see Gryffindor slipped into his bed, and seemed to have been asleep for a long time, couldn't make Slytherin care any more.

Slytherin knew that slaying a dragon was a hurdle, and he had to overcome it by himself. If he passed it, he would be a victory.

Of course he doesn't want to be a coward, a man should go forward bravely.

The idea of ​​giving up was thrown away after a circle in his heart. The Duke of Slytherin, who looked a bit haggard, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom.

Even if it is to drive ducks to the shelves, we can only bite the bullet and continue walking.

This is life, it is a struggle, not a game.

——Although he really wanted to delete the account and start over.

Don't be kidding, who wants to be changed without the ability to resist!

Slytherin decided to take Ravenclaw to the centaur tribe. The lady known for her wisdom was indeed much smarter than her. In other respects, women were much more careful than men.

If you stay in the centaur tribe, you don't have to worry about the dragon. When you finally take the life of the dragon, you must not lose it.

He came out of the bathroom and checked his body for any strange marks that shouldn't have appeared.

Fire prevention and anti-theft, put gays, God knows if Gryffindor has done strange things.

He knew that Gryffindor liked him, but Slytherin, who was quite new to this emotion, didn't know how to respond.

Before crossing over, he was a child of a rich family. He was a game scumbag who had devoted himself to playing games for 30 years. The only time he was tempted was the nanny girl who killed people with him in the wild. He was told before he was ready to chase her That girl is a demon.

What a delightful plot.

As for after time travel, others are a lot more tactful, but they are not sensitive to girls.

The poor Duke of Slytherin always felt that under the skin of the cute, soft and pretty girl in front of him, was a man with a loud voice in a vest and a voice changer.

That was horrible.

Slytherin couldn't help trembling, pursed his lips and buttoned his cuffs, his expression was a little grim.

The memories dug up by the nightmare are black history.

The feelings that discouraged Slytherin had been seen by the four people all the time, and the two parties also understood it very well in their hearts, but Slytherin's disguise was so successful that the other three people didn't realize it.

Since Gryffindor didn't tell him clearly, he happily pretended not to know.

He just endured Gryffindor's indistinct touch once in a while. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he didn't mind very much.

What he did mind was that Gryffindors dared to climb into his bed.

However, Gryffindor dared to curl up in his bed and sleep because he was trapped in a nightmare all night and couldn't wake up.

Then next time if he gets injured and falls into a coma, will Gryffindor make him responsible for him when he wakes up? !

Slytherin raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

in the restaurant.

Four wizards, a butler and an elf enjoyed their breakfast quietly, with only the crisp sound of tableware colliding occasionally.

From time to time, the Gryffindor glanced in the direction of Slytherin, with careful fawning and subtle peeps.

——I have watched all of Salazar's n(*≧▽≦*)n!

Today's Godric Gryffindor still has such a big brain.

Of course, Slytherin would not pay attention to Gryffindor's gaze. He maintained his elegant and friendly smile in front of strangers and ladies, and expressed his sincere apology for the poor hospitality yesterday to the elf who put down the tableware.

The beautiful elf lady nodded slightly, expressing her understanding generously.

No one will continue to pursue such a sincere look. The elves are not a race with hot temper and unreasonable troubles.

"Slytherin." Ms. Hufflepuff raised her chin and glanced at the man sitting in the main seat.

Ravenclaw wisely picked up his companion's words, "I think I need more information and facts about that dragon."

[Rowena Ravenclaw issued a mission: the exploration of the dragon, whether to accept it. 】【Yes/No】

"Of course." Slytherin nodded with a smile. "I guess you'd be interested in the centaur who confronted the dragon."

In fact, he wanted Slytherin to explain in detail himself while concealing the reason for their private actions. Ravenclaw was touched by Slytherin's soft nail, lowered his eyes and snorted coldly, and stared at ...Gryffindor.

"..." Gryffindor, who was drinking coffee, felt that he was shot while lying down.

"Can I invite you to help us kill that dragon, my esteemed lady?" Slytherin smiled gently and sent a team invitation to the elves.

"Of course, there are my two companions besides me."

[The elf Narada joins your team. 】

"It's a great honor!" Slytherin was very pleasantly surprised, without any falsehood.

Elves and dragons!Feud!Damn it!

I feel that I can directly pull away the hatred without worrying about OT!

"Salazar!" Gryffindor was under pressure from the other two ladies, but he still leaned in front of Slytherin unwilling to be lonely, and looked at each other very seriously, his blue eyes reflected Slytherin's expression. contour.

However, the person he called just looked at him with his face propped up, with a flat expression, not even a smile.

Gryffindor has always been thick-skinned and nerve-wracking. He didn't take it seriously, and looked at Slytherin with a firm expression, "If you succeed in slaying the dragon, promise me one thing!"

[Godric Gryffindor issued a mission: request, whether to accept it. 】

【Yes/No】

"..." Slytherin looked at the translucent panel that popped out in front of him, feeling a little stressed.

"Salazar, promise me."

"What is it?" Slytherin finally asked Gryffindor.

"Just promise me."

Slytherin stared at the serious and determined Gryffindor, not even the slightest smile on his face, as if he was taking an oath, solemn and solemn.

After a long time, Slytherin no longer hesitated, nodded slightly, and complied with Gryffindor's request.

"... Hufflepuff!" Gryffindor was stunned for a while, then stretched out his hand in front of Hufflepuff with an excited expression on his face. "Pinch me, I'm not dreaming?!"

"You're not dreaming," Hufflepuff said, and squeezed Gryffindor's arm hard.

It's a pity that Gryffindor's body is full of muscles, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't twist much soft flesh.

"Woo..." Gryffindor withdrew his hand and looked at Slytherin with a moved face, full of fighting spirit: "I will definitely take down that dragon!!"

"..." Slytherin paused as he drank his coffee.

I always feel a little pitted...?

Of course, we don't need to pay attention to this kind of low EQ patient who has inserted a strategy FLAG into himself and has not realized it at all.

……

After packing Ravenclaw, the elf lady, and the master of the magic circle to the centaur tribe for further study, Slytherin himself buried himself in the laboratory.

The subject of the research is the bottle of god's blood.

In front of Slytherin was a lively rabbit with red eyes and a fluffy ball dancing on the cold laboratory table.

He dug out the god's blood from his backpack, took a very thin needle next to him, circled the rabbit within a very small range, approached the rabbit and opened the cap of the crystal bottle.

The refreshing fragrance wafted out immediately, without the rusty and fishy smell that blood should have, but a sweet fragrance like pure mountain spring water, which shocked Slytherin's exhausted spirit.

The Duke of Slytherin looked at this small bottle even more strangely. He brought the crystal bottle close to the rabbit, and inserted a thin needle through the mouth of the bottle.

The fragrance became more and more intense, and Slytherin felt that the blood in his whole body was a little restless, as if he wanted to vent his endless energy immediately, and felt that even if he faced the dragon with his bare hands, he could still win.

Before he could react to the impulse, Slytherin was covered with sticky and warm blood.

——The poor rabbit was blown into a ball of minced meat for unknown reasons after a fierce struggle to no avail.

The scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

Slytherin clicked his tongue, waved his wand to clean himself up, and went to the next bathroom to wash his face.

This thing is much more powerful than the madness potion, the smell alone can make him feel like he has taken two doses of madness potion.

But it cannot be used casually.

It’s no problem for them to smell it as a pre-war mobilization. After all, there are only 20 bottles of berserker potions, and I really don’t know if they can be used at that time. Now the Duke of Slytherin has tried his best and decided to run around the manor a few times to try to get more energy. to what extent.

It looks like experimenting on animals is not an option.

Slytherin ran around the manor without even taking a breath after two laps.

He stopped and looked at Gryffindor, who was waving the sword in his hand intently not far away, and squinted his eyes.

Just use Gryffindor, maybe he can cut off the dragon's wings directly in this breath to stabilize the hatred.

Thinking of this, Slytherin let go of the thoughts in his heart, and continued to run in a relaxed and happy mood, counting the physical exertion.

Not too tense nor relaxed.

The two new male elves were very pleased with the quietness of Slytherin Manor.

Hufflepuff and the two elves tirelessly researched the use of the Holy Grail, and dug up a lot of good things besides healing.

——For example, fine wine for celebration, sweet fruit juice, and strange potion that makes your whole body itch after being splashed.

Apart from the occasional Gryffindor howls that could be heard from the basement, everything was fine.

This silence lasted until the three people who stayed in the manor and the two companions of the new Narada finally received the notification from Ravenclaw.

Everything is ready, it's time to go to Hogwarts to kill the lizard.