[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Thousands of years ago, there were only horse-drawn carriages in England. To arrive at Hogwarts, it took a long time in a carriage and passed through Hogsmeade to successfully see the roof of Hogwarts.

The Muggle servants who lived in Hogsmeade escaped completely when Slytherin first came into contact with the dragon 13 years ago. Fortunately, the butler who watched Slytherin grow up was sent to The matter of Slytherin Manor's preparation for succession escaped a catastrophe.

Hogwarts is about to be awakened, and Hogsmeade, which is closely related to Hogwarts, also needs to add new population.

Those homeless little witches who are not accommodated by the Muggle world happen to be the first people to live in Hogsmeade again after 13 years.

These are not mentioned for the time being.

At this moment, the preferred means of transportation used by the founders of Slytherin was still the teleportation array buried in the centaur tribe.

The trees in the forest are tall and tall, and the evergreen trees are full of energy in the cold wind, and the crowns of the trees are covered with thick layers of snow.

The dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground have been eroded for an autumn, leaving only clear veins. Because of the shade of the trees, the snow on the ground is not very thick.

A thin layer has no effect on action.

Sometimes even Slytherin can't control his emotions well, even if he has always been a rationalist.

Walking forward in the frozen forest, Slytherin exhaled a cloud of white mist, and then dissipated in the freezing temperature.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps crunching on the snow and fallen leaves behind him.

The Slytherin walked on without looking back—it didn't take a second to think that the only ones who would catch up were Gryffindors.

At this time, Slytherin, whose heart was completely occupied by the troubles of the last descendants, didn't want to talk to other people.

What he needed was to find a quiet place where no one was around to sort out his emotions and memories, and by the way, consider whether he should simply take a potion of immortality medicine to kill Voldemort at the most fundamental place.

Merlin knew that he really didn't want to admit that the later Voldemort was a Slytherin at all.

The only thing he was satisfied with about that descendant was the honor he had given Slytherin at school and his well-known excellence.

As for the idiot at the end who was beaten by almost everyone and dragged down most of the nobles, he was not at all willing to admit that he was the same person as the outstanding kid in the early stage.

"Salazar, walk slowly!" Gryffindor tugged on Slytherin's clothes, watching his feet carefully to prevent him from slipping.

"You should help Hufflepuff and the others find the little wizard." Slytherin walked steadily on the snow, leaving a series of deep footprints, exposing the bare soil underneath.

"But I'm more worried about you." Gryffindor pursed his lips, and his beautiful blue eyes were a little gloomy. "Since you decided to create Hogwarts, you have become something wrong."

Of course something is wrong... Few people can do it, knowing that their life direction is almost planned, and still feel good about moving forward.

At least Slytherin couldn't do it, but he was confused and didn't know how to resist.

The task issued by the system cannot be refused, and even if he doesn't want to do it, he still wants to do something because of the current situation.

Slytherin understands that his persistence and abrupt affirmation of certain things will harm the interests of his companions or other people, but the education he has received during the twenty-odd years of his rebirth has changed his thinking little by little.

Slytherin's thoughts.

This used to be full of selfishness and intertwining of interests, but now he will justify himself-for example, when hurting other people.He would always hypnotize himself with words like "Heaven and Earth will be destroyed."

This will make him feel better psychologically.

"Salazar, don't hide it from me, okay?" Gryffindor grabbed Slytherin's arm violently, frowning in a rare way, even his face was pale against the background of the snow.

"Hiding you... what?" Slytherin was stunned for a long time, until he felt a slight pain in his arm and finally came back to his senses.

"Obviously Hogwarts is your idea, why does it make you weird?" Gryffindor's tone was firm, and the white mist spewed out with his words, which was particularly obvious in the cold wind, "tell My reason, Salazar."

Gryffindor wouldn't let go without an explanation.

Slytherin turned his head and glanced at the hand tightly clasping his arm, standing quietly surrounded by ice and snow, pursing his lips silently.

Gryffindor, who was firm in his determination and never softened his heart, was startled, and his blue eyes became deeper.

Slytherin seemed to be cursed silently, even breathing was inaudible.

"...Salazar." Gryffindor spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, his tone was no longer flattering and pleading as usual, and he became tougher, "Tell me why, I need to know."

Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor again after hearing the words, his dark eyes remained silent.

After a long time, he let go of his tightly pursed lips, took out his wand and drew it on Gryffindor's arm as he usually did with Gryffindor, his voice became even colder in the low temperature: "Godric, let go."

"Tell me!" Gryffindor raised his tone, and said in a forceful tone: "There should be no concealment between us—"

"Why?" Slytherin interrupted Gryffindor, looking a little strange, "—between us?"

Gryffindor's voice stopped abruptly, but in the next second he nodded with certainty, "Yes, between us!"

"It's a pity, I don't think so." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor coolly, his perennially cold hand attached to the warm back of Gryffindor's hand, "Godric, I think we need to go further distance you have crossed."

Slytherin does not like strangers to step into his private territory, and he also values ​​his privacy and heart.

Even if he is the best friend, he has no idea of ​​completely revealing his privacy to the other party.

Although he didn't mind letting Gryffindor know about what he knew and worried about, but the other party's attitude made Slytherin, who had treated Gryffindor softly for a long time, rise again and distanced himself. thoughts.

Even if he knew it would hurt Gryffindor's heart.

"Transcending?!" Gryffindor's seldom gloomy expression seemed to explode suddenly, his eyes were wide open, his expression looked very angry and a little sad, the hand that was holding Slytherin's arm He screwed on his collar and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would break free from his grasp.

Slightly nodding, Slytherin looked at Gryffindor like this, a little surprised, but still maintained a calm posture.

"Salazar Slytherin—!" Gryffindor glared at Slytherin fiercely like a lion who had lost the fight and wanted to make a final fight, with a strong expression he had never had before. His possessive and conquering eyes locked tightly on Slytherin's unmoved face.

After a while, his expression loosened a bit, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards, and he leaned closer to Slytherin's tense face, rubbing against it as if eating some tofu, and humming in his ear twice : "Indeed, beyond..."

The unfinished words ended between the two tightly pressed lips.

Gryffindor locked Slytherin's hands that wanted to wave his wand and cut them behind his back, and the other hand clasped the back of Slytherin's head that he wanted to avoid, and followed the opponent's avoidance without hesitation.

The thin lips that had been bumped so hard were torn, and the mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Unlike Slytherin, whose body is weak even though he exercises regularly, Gryffindor is as strong as a bull, and his strength is many times stronger than that of a bull. Gryffindor, who was raised as a knight, is very knowledgeable about grappling.

Slytherin's eyes widened, staring at Gryffindor who was close at hand.

A hint of blood spread to the tip of his tongue, feeling the tongue brushing against his clenched jaw, and Slytherin suppressed the desire to lick his slightly itchy lips.

Gryffindor didn't care about Slytherin's obvious refusal, he carefully licked the cut on Slytherin's lip, and sucked to help stop the bleeding of the man locked by him.

The warm breath was exchanged, making the two people who were close to each other look hot even in the cold wind.

A cold wind blew through the quiet forest, blowing away the suggestive sucking and panting that made people blush.

Gryffindor let go of Slytherin's lips, slid down and nibbled Slytherin's slightly raised chin, and lightly bit the Adam's apple that rolled up and down as he swallowed his saliva.

He was completely controlled by anger, and now almost immediately wanted to tear off the clothes of the person in front of him and kill him in the snow!

Feeling the change of his body annoyed, Slytherin frowned slightly, and chose to compromise before Gryffindor actually took his clothes off.

"I... can see some of the future." His voice was low, with traces of desire that Gryffindor could clearly distinguish.

This discovery moved Gryffindor's mind, and Slytherin's rare show of weakness made him ecstatic.

Gryffindor, who has always regarded the derogatory term of pushing an inch as a virtue, rubbed Slytherin's head with his slightly raised head, and let go of his restraint after feeling the latter's stiffness.

— Slytherins would be happy to believe that the lion's blown fur had been smoothed out, if his unbridled gaze had been restrained a bit.

But obviously not.

Slytherin took two steps back to distance himself from Gryffindor, "Go back to the manor and find Malfoy first, I will explain to you what you want to know." After a slight pause, Slytherin opened his mouth to say something , and finally swallowed it.

Bargaining with a Gryffindor in this state, Slytherin wasn't that stupid.

He also didn't want to continue to enjoy the embarrassment from his side in this icy environment - Gryffindor didn't feel anything wrong with the current atmosphere.

"it is good."

Gryffindor, who had so much confidence in himself, didn't change his face when he heard the surname Malfoy, and he agreed wholeheartedly.