[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The response from Hogwarts seems to be good.

At least in terms of the sudden surge in the number of owls coming and going from the Slytherin house, the response was strong.

After the banquet, Slytherin rarely returned to his manor, but went to Hogwarts with the two ladies.

This was their first cold winter at Hogwarts.

"Salazar, we will have a second, a third..." Gryffindor looked at the gray ceiling of the Hogwarts restaurant with snowflakes, and smiled very contentedly, as if full of hope for the future Longing, "To be with the little wizards who grew up at Hogwarts until we were too old to move."

Slytherin snorted, and he was also looking forward to the blueprint drawn by Gryffindor.

It's just that he clearly understands that it won't go so smoothly—so he just stays at the level of expectation. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Even the Duke of Slytherin would not like the feeling of being disillusioned.

"Oh, I remember that tomorrow is a Muggle holiday, it seems to be called Christmas?" Gryffindor rubbed his chin, his hearty and sunny smile brightened the somewhat dim restaurant, "I remember that Muggles seem to be very interested in this program." Pay attention to."

Slytherin took one look at him, knowing that this boring winter had set some unreliable nerve in Gryffindor's mind to twitch.

Ravenclaw swallowed a mouthful of fruit salad and tapped the edge of the dinner plate, "Don't be naive, Gryffindor, Christmas is the church's belief in the birth of Jesus, do you want to celebrate the birthday of the wizard's deadly enemy?"

"Oh, it seems like a damned day." Gryffindor didn't mind much, "but little wizards always need to go home in winter—their parents will worry."

"So?" Ravenclaw took a sip of the black tea that Hufflepuff had prepared for them.

"How about we take a holiday around Christmas, just to... um, go home and curse Jesus so hard?"

"..." The other three looked at him like idiots, without exception.

"We can also have a banquet!" Gryffindor didn't care about the eyes of the three companions at all, and suggested enthusiastically, "How about a dance? If you are very interested, we can light candles and put on the cross of the crucifixion of Jesus." !"

In fact, he just wanted to find something to do in the boring winter.

"Holidays are fine, but dances are not." Ravenclaw rejected Gryffindor's proposal without hesitation.

Hufflepuff, on the other hand, was looking forward to it.

Apparently this busy lady who was always hard-working and gentle was as restless as Gryffindor.

Slytherin looked up at Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who had obviously chosen a side, and then at Ravenclaw, who looked a little unhappy.

Gryffindor's blue eyes widened, looking at Slytherin expectantly, shining with beauty and complete trust.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and stirred the untouched black tea, "There's nothing wrong with it. If there are dances only on Halloween, school life will be a bit monotonous."

There are two social seasons in the wizarding world, spring and autumn. There is nothing wrong with Hogwarts holding two banquets every year.

"...Whatever." Ravenclaw snorted coolly. Since the dragon slaying, every time Slytherin's opinions were clearly biased towards Gryffindor.

While Ravenclaw felt unhappy that he had deviated from the person who had always been on the side of reason, he was also happy that Gryffindor had finally waited until Slytherin finally faced up to his emotions.

"There is no time to prepare this year, let's wait for next year." Slytherin took out the student roster, frowned slightly and looked at the little wizard who was over the age marked on the student roster, "If it is really boring, we can go to get it now." Some students come back...we can't just recruit 11-year-old little wizards."

"The dormitory has not been fully built yet!" Ravenclaw said with some concern: "We still have a lot of things that are not ready."

"The Muggle world during the war was not easy—those little witches who are older than their age don't know if they can survive this winter." Slytherin paused, and he obviously felt very awkward when he said this. , so he added: "The new little wizards also need older ones to take care of them, and the professors alone are not enough."

"Salazar is right." Gryffindor also interjected, "The dormitory is lived in by children, and if there is anything wrong with them after they live in it, we can fix it."

Slytherin was noncommittal and handed over the student roster to Ravenclaw.

He wasn't interested in little wizards with little blemishes, and Hogwarts was generally fine, only some small details needed to be modified.

"The hemp seeds picked up from the snow will be more loyal to Hogwarts. If possible, I hope you will not knock on the door of Muggles." He thought deeper than Gryffindor. The child has caused the victim to lose his parents, so his worries are completely unnecessary.

One must know that even the old Slytherin would not use magic in the face of servants who were absolutely loyal to him.

Except for the housekeeper who watched him grow up.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and there are interests and betrayals. Even Muggles can burn wizards to death without hesitation because of their beliefs.

No matter from which point of view, Slytherin always felt that it was a very risky thing to recruit wizards of the same size in such a big environment.

However, under the premise that everything has been decided, he can only lower the standard and tell his companions.

At least someone lends a helping hand when you are about to freeze to death. Compared with receiving a surprise when you are still living well, the former is obviously much more important.

The other three were not stupid. Even if they were interested in the first batch of students to be accepted, it was based on the premise that Hogwarts would be safe and sound.

"We understand, Salazar." Gryffindor blinked, a little puzzled, "Aren't you going with us? Maybe you can meet a child with good talent."

Slytherin opened his mouth. In fact, he planned to go directly to the homes of nobles who seemed eager to throw their children into Hogwarts.

His eyes scanned the rather thick stack of student rosters, and stopped at the page that Ravenclaw just saw.

Fast Malfoy.

16 years old, the location is on the edge of the medicine field in the back hill of Slytherin Manor.

"Slytherin, look at this kid!" Apparently, Ravenclaw also noticed the name, "Near your manor, we'll be the first to find him..."

"No, the boy is a Slytherin student."

"... Huh?" Ravenclaw was stunned, looking at Slytherin as if he didn't react.

Slytherin pursed his lips. He kept thinking about why the Malfoy family, which occupied such an important position in later generations, did not appear in the wizarding aristocracy. Black and even Weasley, who had a little bit of fame in later generations, have a place in the current wizarding world. , but the Malfoy family, which is the most popular, has no sign at all.

Malfoy and Black are a family that has followed Slytherin from beginning to end and is proud of Slytherin.

Although the Malfoy family seems to have a tendency to decline in Draco Malfoy's generation, what is indelible is their family's support for the last descendants of Slytherin.

He doesn't care whether his descendants have bewitched the Malfoy family, or he has been dazzled by some emotion, but when Voldemort was at his worst, for some unknown reason, it wasn't even Blake who extended his hand first, but Malfoy .

...Although, in the face of Voldemort, the Malfoys are really not loyal, they are not as crazy as Bellatrix Black and his wife.

But what Slytherin valued was the need to help, not the icing on the cake.

His stupid, brain-destroyed descendant's attitude towards the Malfoy family can be regarded as tolerant. If it weren't for the inability to slice himself, Slytherin has every reason to believe that Voldemort will lead the nobles of the wizarding world to go farther Higher, and the Malfoy family will also become the rulers under the shadow of Voldemort.

However, there are always no ifs in this world.

What Slytherin can do now is to pick up this little guy who is suspected to be the ancestor of the Malfoy family and treat him well.

——It was just to wipe the ass of that stupid Voldemort of the future generations, and to make up for the debts owed by the descendants to the Malfoy family in advance.

The Duke of Slytherin has always been heinous in defending his shortcomings. Even if he thinks that the descendant has a brain problem, he is too stupid to be called a Slytherin at all. But he keeps his blood, and others Just can't criticize.

"Malfoy, he will become a great nobleman on par with Black." Slytherin's voice was hoarse.

Every time he recalled those things a little bit, his mood always seemed very bad.

Facing the three companions with rather strange expressions, Slytherin pursed his lips and frowned slightly, looking serious, "I'm serious."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for his companions to reply, turned around and flung out his black wizard robe in a beautiful and neat arc, and left the restaurant at a very fast speed, as if he couldn't wait to see that boy.

"Gryffindor, you..." Hufflepuff asked worriedly, seeing Gryffindor's sudden change of expression.

They had never seen such a Slytherin before, and when they first met Slytherin, it took a lot of trouble before they were allowed to enter the empty Muggle room that belonged to Slytherin and served as a laboratory .

Slytherin had never been so determined and determined to help anyone, except for the three of them.

Moreover, it is not just to support people, but to support a person to become a great nobleman - this is much more difficult than teaching a person, and Slytherin is obviously not joking.

He really means it.

"I think you need to go and see..." Ravenclaw pushed Gryffindor, and raised the student list, "Helga and I are going to find students, you go and see, the spirit of Slytherin Seems tense."

"I..." Gryffindor looked at Ravenclaw, frowning a little.

To be honest, he was a little scared, but he couldn't show it in front of the two ladies.

The only person who had ever seen Gryffindor vulnerable and at a loss, strode away from the harmonious restaurant 3 minutes ago and disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Go ahead, you need to have a serious talk." Hufflepuff also persuaded.

Gryffindor scratched his head and gave the two ladies a very hearty and happy smile. He turned his head and left the restaurant like a gust of wind. He hurriedly buried his head in the snow and walked towards the centaur tribe deep in the forest.

He wants to ask clearly.

—Why Salazar Slytherin was always unwilling to confess what he was hiding.