[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Slytherin's manor is like a sacred and inviolable forbidden land to England's wizarding nobles. Apart from the current rulers of several families, the only ones who have been to the entire wizarding world are Gryffindor and two other ladies.

Since the old Slytherin, the Slytherin family has gradually faded out of the sight of the wizards. Except for the annual social season, which still appears in the expectations of the nobles, the direct descendants of Slytherin rarely appear in front of them. .

Word spread that Salazar Slytherin would be hosting a banquet at his manor.

Of course Slytherin knew that it was written by Simpson Black. No matter what benefits this news brought to Black, Slytherin was very satisfied with the result.

He needs to send the news that he is going to hold a banquet through the mouth of a big noble who frequently appears in front of people.

Although this will have a bad influence on some small and medium nobles who held a banquet recently, Slytherin doesn't care about the interests of those little guys.

But in any case, the following banquet was the first banquet held at the Slytherin Manor after Salazar Slytherin inherited Slytherin as an adult.

Slytherin Manor was deliberately widened with spatial magic.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who were enthusiastically decorating the Slytherin manor, seemed to not feel the air-conditioning from the man standing behind them at all, and continued to communicate about the modification of the decoration of the hall in the manor.

——In fact, the decoration of Slytherin Manor itself is very elegant, and the two ladies are a little dissatisfied with not being able to do much construction work.

The recent heavy workload at Hogwarts has caused the two ladies to fall into an inexplicable frenzy for decorating the room.

"You don't need to think about it anymore, I won't let anyone in." Slytherin pursed his lips and looked at the two ladies with dissatisfaction. He always didn't like strangers entering the site.

Of course Hogwarts has become a public domain, and he has set it aside as private.

"Then where are you going to entertain guests?" Hufflepuff asked curiously.

The two ladies were still ready to move, as if as long as Slytherin said the location, they would immediately kill the location.

Without hesitation, Slytherin pointed out the window, "On the grass outside the manor."

In this era, there has never been a banquet for entertaining guests outdoors. For his own comfort, the Duke of Slytherin decided to create a precedent.

"..." Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked at him the same way they looked at Merlin.

Slytherin paused, feeling that an appropriate explanation is still necessary, "We have a lot of people to invite, and the hall will be very crowded even with a few space magics."

"Hey... Slytherin, are you really going to announce so early?"

"Otherwise, wait until next spring's social season? We will start school next year, and little wizards always start formal magic learning at the age of 11." Slytherin narrowed his eyes, "You can go to decorate the outdoor ,Ladies."

How can it be arranged outside?

Ravenclaw, who had never tried it before, felt that it was a challenge. Hufflepuff followed Ravenclaw, quietly waiting for her companion, who had always had a quick mind, to arrange tasks for her.

Slytherin looked through the window at the two ladies who had set up a long table outside the house and began to discuss for a while, dispelling the dizzying space magic piled up in the hall little by little.

He should go to write the invitation letter now, because the outside world, which is boiling and restless because of the news released by Black, is probably reaching a critical point.

[Salazar! ] A piebald python that didn't look like an adult swam out from some corner, spit out a bright red letter, with a crumpled piece of parchment wrapped around its tail, and its vertical pupil moved slightly, [That, I swallowed a strange owl...here it was strapped to its leg...]

[...Don't eat indiscriminately. ] With a hiss in the throat, the Slytherin removed the crumpled parchment.

Fortunately, I didn't enter the belly of the piebald python... Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to watch it at all.

Slytherin took a look at the inscription, and decided to apologize to the Black family for losing an owl once again when they wrote back.

The parchment states the nobles and addresses they are to invite, kindly provided by Simpson Black.

Now that there is no automatic quill pen, writing a lot of invitations is also a physical job.

Fortunately, although Gryffindor always escaped from the work that should belong to him, he still practiced good handwriting under the oppression of the Gryffindor butler.

Gryffindor looked at the table full of documents in the study, and howled sadly that the butler who had been handling family affairs for him was inhumane.

Slytherin put a large stack of cut parchment in front of him with a smile, and patted Gryffindor's head lightly.

"Let's write, invitation letter."

"...I still have the files!"

"I have it too, but I will be able to hold a banquet in three days."

"..."

Slytherin looked up at the darkened sky, "Write it out before dawn and send it out, sign it with SS, you will help me, won't you, Godric?"

"...Hmm QAQ!"

"Very good, here are the sealing clay and the emblem." Slytherin nodded in satisfaction, took his share of the list and sat down at his desk, immersing himself in the preparation of the invitation.

— In fact, that's why Slytherin really didn't want to have a party.

……

The weather in late autumn has begun to turn cooler.

It seemed that even Merlin was on Slytherin's side. After many days of gloomy weather, on the day of Slytherin's evening party, the golden sunlight broke through the blockade of the dark clouds and spread on the ground, which looked extraordinarily bright.

The number of invitations sent out from the Slytherin Manor was huge, and almost all the nobles of a slightly small status received the invitations.

The nobles brought out their best spirit and attire to attend this seemingly significant banquet.

In fact, the news that Slytherin will announce this time is of great significance to England and even the entire European magic world. Of course, the nobles who are now surprised by Slytherin's arrangement of the banquet location can't think so much.

It was the first time for them to participate in a banquet held outdoors—Blake could even see the scene where the nobles followed suit and held banquets in the lawn of the manor after today.

As a friend of Slytherin, of course he knew how much Slytherin valued private territory.

The poor nobles are still amazed by the unique creativity of the Duke of Slytherin, completely unaware that they are actually being rejected.

The night in late autumn should be humid and cold, but at this moment, the nobles in thin clothes did not feel the coolness of the weather at all, and they were chatting with each other in low voices.

The protagonist of the banquet has not yet appeared, but Simpson Black, who brought his son to the dinner, has already made up his mind that he will not accept the banquet invitation from the nobles after this dinner.

——It made the nobles tremble a little from the cold, and they still saved their face without using magic to keep warm. Slytherin is really too bad.

Imagining the temperature getting closer and closer to winter, and thinking that most of the banquets may be held outdoors in the future, Black has the urge to castigate Slytherin.

Little Blake tugged on his father's sleeve, raised his chin slightly, "Father, Uncle Slytherin has come out."

As if they had received some instructions, the buzzing voice suddenly became quieter, and everyone's eyes were focused on the four people who came out of the door.

For such silent reverence from the nobles, Slytherin had to admit that he was very satisfied and proud in his heart.

"Everyone—" He cleared his throat and used a loud voice.

Two hundred people were invited to the banquet. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Slytherin would never have imagined that his courtyard could really accommodate most of the nobles in the wizarding world.

But facing the dark crowd standing in his yard, Slytherin still felt a little uncomfortable.

"I think everyone knows more or less about my father, and the speculation about the whereabouts of my father who disappeared for 13 years." Slythering paused and took a deep breath.

Gryffindor stepped forward lightly, and held Slytherin's hand—it was also a very difficult and bitter task for Slytherin to announce his father's death in public.

"I regret to tell you that my father passed away 13 years ago, at the claws of an ancient dragon."

This is not a shame. Looking at the wizards below who were in an uproar when they heard about the ancient dragon, you can see how powerful the dragon is.

Even if the old Slytherin died, he would become a hero admired by the entire wizarding world.

And his son will inherit his glory and lead the Slytherin family to another higher level.

It all starts today.

"Today, I will tell you a piece of news, the truth about my busy schedule with my three companions recently."

Slytherin raised his hand and pressed down, and the discussion below suddenly stopped.

"We witnessed a wizard burned to death by the bishop of the church this summer." Unlike the jokes of the wizards, who were really killed, Slytherin's serious tone and expression told everyone Muggles dismissed the authenticity of this incident among noble wizards, "Before that wizard was burned to death, the bishop of the church used unknown means to turn him into a squib."

The only sound left in the huge courtyard was the sound of breathing, wind, and the crackling of burning candles.

It was so quiet that even the sound of snakes swimming in the grass could be heard clearly.

"The church is a very powerful enemy, and the Muggles believe in the church faithfully. The bitch wizards and even half-blood wizards living in the Muggle world are facing the church's brutal cleansing."

"The wizarding world needs a steady stream of newcomers, and the birth rate of pure blood is really worrying, and the survival rate of little wizards with hemp seeds is even more..." Slytherin stopped talking. Everyone understands the fact that pure blood Blood theory is vulnerable to the problems facing the entire wizarding world.

Even Slytherin himself is not willing to accept the hemp seed, but he has to admit that in the long run, this is the most beneficial decision for the development of the wizarding world.

"The four of us decided to open a magic school. Before September [-]st next year, young wizards of the right age will receive admission notices." Slytherin spread his words out, facing the quiet crowd, he sipped Pursing his lips, "We don't force everyone to enroll, especially the nobles, because among the young wizards who enroll--there will be hemp seeds."

The grounds are quieter.

Slytherin's palms were still sweating, and Gryffindor held them tightly.

"The site of the school is where my father died and where my companions and I killed the Elder Dragon," he said. "We carry on the name and honor it has always had."

"Hogwarts." Slytherin's expression became gentle and soft, "Its name is Hogwarts."

Hogwarts Castle by the Black Lake is a forbidden word that even a few aristocratic rulers who are familiar with Slytherin will not easily touch.

And today, Salazar Slytherin personally broke this taboo, making the existence of Hogwarts appear in the fantasy and expectation of wizards.