[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The eerie pleasure of Slytherin lasted until the first batch of overage wizards arrived at Hogwarts after a season of cold winter.

The little wizards from the Muggle world didn't get along very well with the little noble wizards born and bred.

Especially the little nobles of the two families who are pro-Slytherin and Ravenclaw, always have a strange hostility towards the little wizards of other colleges and even this college.

However, the conflicts between the children seem not worth mentioning to the founders. Some tacit understanding always needs to be cultivated slowly by themselves, and they have no desire to intervene in mediation.

After the beginning of spring, Slytherin and Gryffindor were busy arranging residences in Hogsmeade for some young witches of the seedlings.

In order to make Hogsmeade look a bit more prosperous in later generations, the four founders planned the future. Those little wizards who were about to freeze to death picked up from the snow had a greater sense of belonging to Hogwarts than ordinary Hempborn wizards and noble wizards are much better.

As for the homeless little wizards picked up by the founders, if they don't plan to return to the Muggle world to develop in the future, they can send Hogsmeade out as their future home.

And the two ladies stayed in Hogwarts, planning future courses with a few enthusiastic and enthusiastic professors, and by the way taught little wizards who started a bit late.

After being repaired by the dwarves, Hogsmeade has been able to accommodate quite a few people, and the arrangements for the Hogwarts student dormitories have also been prepared. The only thing they lack is time and chores to deal with daily affairs.

Of course, it is impossible for Hogwarts to hire Muggle servants, and wizards will not degenerate and come to the school to do chores as servants.

"It's only at this time that I feel that alchemy is a good thing." Slytherin stood in the warm cellar baked by the fireplace, looking at the thick pile of ashes on the ground, with a bit of chagrin.

After working hard throughout the winter and most of the spring, his alchemy still remained at the intermediate level - after burning a lot of materials, he still failed to make a living house elf.

Before the end of winter, the dragon crystal he held privately was known by Ravenclaw for some reason, and he unceremoniously took it away as a source of support for Hogwarts' magic circle.

Robbery!frenzied!

The Duke of Slytherin thought about the private warehouse in his manor and the backpack containing valuables, and felt that he didn't feel safe without anything against the sky.

He doesn't really want the technology of house elves to spread, even if he has enough materials and alchemy formulas to refine hundreds of elves, but no matter which continent it is on, this kind of alchemy that almost creates life is always forbidden.

Slytherin, who originally planned to create it secretly by himself and then treat it as the discovery of a new species without any trace, thus pushing the house-elf into the British magic world, had to admit in the face of the cruel fact-he was in alchemy. There is really no talent in surgery.

It sucks to have something precious in your hands and not be able to use it.

Slytherin hesitated for a long time, but decided to run to Gryffindor, who was the best alchemist among the four of them.

Although Gryffindor can't be called everyone, at least it is much better than the vampire masters borrowed from Sir Madeleine's house. No matter how advanced alchemy is, being a house elf is enough.

——It depends on whether Gryffindor has such a strong psychological quality.

Creating a gadget with thoughts and emotions is like giving birth to a baby, and the trend of using your own baby as a handyman still maintains a slavish taste...

Just thinking about it, Slytherin felt that Gryffindor's expression was probably looking at the house elf with grief, wishing he could strangle him to death.

"Salazar! Come and see the Weasleys!" As soon as Slytherin entered the Gryffindor room, he was wrapped around his ankle by a black snake that swam towards him, hesitating the black letter, It wrapped around his ankle all the way to his arm.

"..." Slytherin glanced at the red-haired Weasley lying on the floor with a black face and two obvious black blood holes on his ankles, and skillfully took out the antidote stored in the Gryffindor room Potion, pinched the jaw of the Weasley boy and poured the medicine into it.

"Salazar, Xiao Hei is a bit fierce." Gryffindor shrank his neck, looked at Weasley whose face was pinched with two black and blue marks in an instant, and touched his face as if empathizing with him, "This is the fifth time Weasley has been bitten by him this month."

Slytherin stroked the head of the black-spotted snake that came to be close to him, raised his eyebrows, "It likes to stay under your bed - if it weren't for Weasley's constant attempts to play pranks on you while you're sleeping, it wouldn't be a problem at all." There will be."

"Don't do this, Salazar, you are killing the youth's lively enthusiasm and unrestrained fantasy!" Gryffindor watched Weasley's black and blue face fade quickly, and lightly kicked him twice, also Not willing to move this student he liked to the bed, but turned to look at Slytherin with a flattering expression: "You're definitely not looking for me to chat, dear Salazar."

"Well, come with me to the cellar." Slytherin didn't mean to hide anything. After driving away the black-spotted snake on his arm, he took Gryffindor to Hogwarts, and he regarded it as an alchemy experiment. cellar.

It was not the first time that Gryffindor had come to the cellar. Even though there was a perennial burning fireplace to dissipate the unique chill of the cellar, Gryffindor still couldn't adapt to the somewhat gloomy atmosphere in the cellar.

Slytherin walked to the desk in a few steps, writing with the quill dipped in ink under the control of the wand, and it didn't take long to write a page full of parchment.

"We need this." Slytherin dried the parchment and handed it to Gryffindor. "There are enough materials... You know this kind of stuff, it's always not good to reveal it to outsiders."

And at this moment, Gryffindor's complexion also became uneasy-alchemy made from living bodies is a taboo field that cannot be touched even more than black magic.

"I'm a little bit embarrassed, Salazar." Gryffindor looked at Slytherin, even in the face of his sweetheart, he still kept the bottom line and principle, "Although I really want to challenge it, but the living training become……"

"There is no need to use fresh life, and it is not too taboo." Slytherin, who also knew his companions, naturally understood what Gryffindor was going to say. He ordered some marginal ingredients in the formula, "Elf skin, goblin nails, and a small portion of... a human brain."

"I assure you, the first two were taken from their graveyards through special channels, and the latter..." Slytherin's face also turned a little grim, "It was collected from the ruins of the Muggle battlefield."

Slytherin had only seen the ruins of the war once with his own eyes, and he didn't want to recall the devastated scene at all.

"Salazar, where did you get this formula?" Gryffindor looked at the newly written formula over and over again, "Is there this in a thousand years?"

"Yes, every noble family has a small group of elves." Slytherin paused, "As for the formula..."

Slytherin didn't say any more, and gave Gryffindor enough room to make up his mind.

For example, formulas obtained from thousands of years later, anyway, with Gryffindor's mind, he would definitely not think about such profound philosophical issues as which came first, the chicken or the egg.

"You know, there are nearly a hundred little wizards in Hogwarts now. We can't take care of them in terms of food and life." Slytherin added, referring to the story of Gryffindor creating house elves The reason was added more and more full of righteousness, "And if the elves are refined, we will be much more relaxed. There will be nearly a hundred little wizards entering Hogwarts this fall—maybe there will be more."

"I can never refuse your request, Salazar." Gryffindor glanced at the ashes that Slytherin hadn't had time to clean up before, "but you always keep a distance from me."

"..." Slytherin looked away after glancing at Gryffindor, and said with a hint of euphemism after thinking for a while: "Some things need to be said according to the atmosphere, Godric."

It's just that if some words are spoken by Slytherin, it is estimated that Gryffindor will not have a good life in the future.

——the two ladies who always advise Gryffindor are persuading Gryffindor in such a way that Slytherin is interrupted unceremoniously every time there is a hint of affection.

In fact, the Duke of Slytherin himself didn't want to fight a guerrilla war with Gryffindor.

But several times when he wanted to take the initiative to speak up and take the initiative, he was interrupted by two mysterious ladies. No one would feel comfortable.

Slytherin, on the other hand, is a typical example of the type of person who "I'm not feeling well so everyone can't live comfortably".

"Oh, the atmosphere." Gryffindor's eyes lit up after receiving the hint from Slytherin, and he picked up the materials on the side and started the initial preparations on the alchemy table, "You know I'm the worst at grasping the atmosphere. "

Slytherin ignored his mumbling, but carefully took care of Gryffindor.

And the latter is also full of eager thoughts about this activity. Although the final results and a little material are in retrospect, he still feels unreasonable, but seeing the thin layer of blue under Slytherin's eyes, he still suppressed it. Uncomfortable churning in my heart, I concentrated on making it.

The refining of house elves is not easy. Even Gryffindor, who has a lot of experience in alchemy, has failed many times.

The more he failed, the more nervous and weird Gryffindor's expression became.

——Even if it fails, it is more or less a crooked humanoid lump of meat.

The ones that were not cultivated were swallowed up by the giant pythons that would jump out of nowhere in Hogwarts Castle.

Gradually, Gryffindor and Slytherin began to pile up some bad negative emotions in their hearts. It felt like a human experiment that was more inhumane than massacre.

After struggling for the whole late spring and summer, Gryffindor and Slytherin stayed in the cellar exhausted every day, and in the end they only produced about fifty elves with few defects.

"I think these are enough..." Gryffindor's blue eyes were bloodshot, stubble appeared on his cheeks, and his blond hair was frizzy, "I think if I continue, my I can't take it anymore mentally."

Slytherin closed his eyes and nodded, his situation was not much better, "These are enough for Hogwarts, I'll write the house elves into the magic circle, and they can be born naturally from generation to generation. multiply."

Of course, the specifics of how to reproduce... Leave it to the system to have a headache.

"Salazar, do I really have no descendants?" Gryffindor forced himself to divert his attention, suddenly seemed to think of something, and opened his eyes wide, "Why do you have!?"

"..." Slytherin blinked his sour eyes, didn't recover much, and said with some dissatisfaction slowly: "It's not a good thing to curse others to die, Godric."

"No, it's not..." Gryffindor waved his hand, turned his head to look at Slytherin who was sitting at the desk and was sketching something, his eyes wandered between the two for a while, his expression changed, and finally stopped It was out of control in the abandoned low-pressure gas field.

"Huh?" Slytherin looked up, looked at Gryffindor with a worried face, and blinked.

Gryffindor raised his head abruptly, looked at the delirious Slytherin with burning eyes, and rubbed his stubble, "Salazar! Give me a baby!"

Slytherin gave a pause in his hand, and the quill was snapped off by him.

The Duke of Slytherin, who was all black from hair to eyes to attire, took a cold look at Gryffindor who was rejoicing because he had opened the door to a new world.

"Gryffindor... get out!"