[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

——Godric Gryffindor has always felt that being able to meet Salazar Slytherin is the best gift from heaven that he has ever received in his life.

He clearly remembered their first meeting.

In that simple and empty house, because they broke into the house, Slytherin failed a magic experiment.

At that time, Salazar, who had not yet grown into the master of Slytherin, was not very good-tempered, and did not know how to tolerate and give in. He obviously regarded them as guys who came to find fault, and threw them over in a coma.

After that, he, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff harassed Slytherin for three months. After understanding that they had no malicious intentions, Slytherin did not continue to attack them, but he did not show What a good face.

Gryffindor felt that if he hadn't brazenly dragged the two ladies to pester Slytherin, maybe they would have become strangers.

Fate is always so wonderful.

Gryffindor decided at a glance that he wanted to be friends with Slytherin, and although Slytherin didn't give him a good face, he didn't mean much to resist.

After three or four years of chasing and retreating, Gryffindor and the others finally got the key to the Slytherin Manor.

Slytherin, who had been paying little attention to them, began to take care of them.

The precious sons and daughters of a few big nobles always act carelessly in the family, but no one in the family will blame them, and no one will blame the little princess or heir who is clearly a treasure.

The three people who acted quite high-profile made a lot of money, and the things that would be brought up by parents in the past gradually decreased. Slytherin followed behind them, helping them clean up, and remained silent.

The thoughts in Slytherin's mind are always very strange, and he can conceive many wonderful ideas.

But his mood fluctuates a lot, and his thoughts are also very out of bounds, which is quite inconsistent with his calm and calm appearance.

Slytherin seemed to regard taking care of them as a kind of pleasure. After solving a problem perfectly, he always squinted his dark eyes with a contented smile on his face.

Gryffindor couldn't understand it, but was very grateful for this companion.

He is used to being taken care of, he is used to walking beside Slytherin, he is used to going to Slytherin's room every day to wake him up, he is used to Slytherin being the first thing he thinks of when something happens, and he is used to sharing him with Slytherin. Everything.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been deeply trapped in the web of tenderness he had woven and couldn't extricate himself from.

Gryffindor is a person who thinks and does it. He is passionate, impulsive, and does things without thinking.

He knew that falling in love with his companion, falling in love with him of the same sex would be a bit exciting for other people, even though the nobles occasionally had one or two young lovers for some reason, they never dared to announce it to the public.

It's not just the church that bans same-sex love, even wizards don't agree with it.

Gryffindor, who couldn't express his heart in order to avoid trouble, was unwilling to treat himself badly.

He began to run to the Slytherin Manor more frequently, doing his best to serve the Slytherin master, and testing Slytherin's intentions both openly and secretly.

Several nobles who were close to him knew what Gryffindor was thinking, but Slytherin, who was the target, refused to enter like a rock.

Gryffindor sucks.

The unspecified pursuit lasted for seven years, and when this powerless and irresistible relationship ended the seventh year and moved towards the eighth year, Slytherin finally nodded in agreement.

They experienced the oppression of the church, traveled all over England, had little contact with the British royal family, experienced dragon slaying together, founded Hogwarts together, and finally, they got married under the witness of several close companions .

Then they left Hogwarts because of the Slytherin's desperate wishes.

Gryffindor has always felt that the life he and his dear Salazar should have is to spend their old age peacefully and warmly as he saw in the Mirror of Erised, and then let them The younger generations of the family were buried together outside the small house where they lived together, and quietly left this world to spend a longer and more peaceful time on the other side.

He never thought that Slytherin would leave him so abruptly.

The death had taken him by surprise, he hadn't thought that Slytherin's previous trance and discomfort would lead to such serious consequences.

He regretted why he couldn't keep his lover, why he didn't stop walking back to England when Slytherin started to behave abnormally.

Gryffindor wanted to bring Slytherin's body back to Hogwarts—at least he wanted to give an explanation to the Slytherin family, to his companions, to Hogwarts, and most importantly, It's an explanation for myself.

The corpse rotted rapidly in the air, and Gryffindor used many magics to maintain the corpse's shape but failed to keep Slytherin's corpse.

The time on Slytherin's corpse seemed to speed up, and in just two days, only the skeleton with clothes remained.

There was no smell of corpses or harassment by flies. He just rotted away silently in Gryffindor's arms. After another day, there was not even a skeleton left.

Gryffindor knew it was abnormal, but he failed to know the reason for this abnormality.

He returned to England and shut himself up in the manor.

It wasn't until the young boy who was entrusted to the entire Slytherin house by Salazar appeared that he was dug out from the manor.

"Where's my cousin?" the boy asked.

Gryffindor looked up at the boy's face, which was exactly the same as Slytherin's, and remained silent—he felt ashamed of the boy, his companions, and all of Slytherin.

"Did something happen?" The boy paused, looked at the listless Gryffindor, and tilted his head, "He's not dead."

Gryffindor looked up at him sharply.

After being in a daze for a while, the boy turned his head to look at him, "His soul still exists, but it's far away."

"Still in that prairie!" Gryffindor stood up, with strong hope in his eyes.

"The distance I mean is time." The young man looked at her, his dark eyes sparkling, "He should have mentioned it to you after a thousand years."

"I mentioned it," Gryffindor recalled. "He said he could see things a thousand years in the future."

"Yes, he is after a thousand years."

Gryffindor sat back in his chair again, the light in his eyes dimmed, "Thousands of years... I won't see him again."

The boy laughed and handed him a bottle.

Gryffindor took the medicine bottle and looked at the familiar medicine bottle in his hand, not knowing why.

—that was the medicine Slytherin had given him before he slayed the dragon.

"What are you worried about? You have drank the blood of a god, and your lifespan is many times longer than that of ordinary wizards." The young man pursed his lips, "My cousin gave me a bottle before leaving, and said that if there is an accident, I will give it to you—— He must have foreseen something."

"Can I live for a thousand years?" Gryffindor looked at the bottle that was only half the size of a palm in his hand, and his voice was dry.

He never thought that Slytherin would give him such a thing. The blood of the gods must be something passed down from the Slytherin family from ancient times.

"With this bottle, it's probably okay." The young man looked at the bottle of golden blood reluctantly, "If you can't bear the loneliness, you can choose to sleep."

The boy left, and Gryffindor sat blankly in the chair in the hall of the manor. After being dazed for a while, he got up abruptly and plunged into the bathroom. After tidying himself up, he fell asleep soundly.

He braced himself to make his will—indeed, to say good-bye to his companions and friends.

Both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have their own families and children, Hogwarts has no internal and external troubles, and Malfoy has also received news that his family will soon take root in England.

Everything is going in the right direction.

Gryffindor had nothing to miss. Under the watchful eyes of his companions, he apparated to the hut he had prepared from the beginning for his later life with Slytherin, and drank the potion to withstand the intense pain. After the pain, take care of your appearance cleanly and properly.

A huge Muggle-expelled magic circle was laid around the house. In order to ensure that it could run for thousands of years, Gryffindor also added a lot of lines to absorb its own magic power to supply the magic circle.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

The Gryffindor friends waited a day and a night outside the valley, before the man who entered came out, and finally gave up the last possibility.

They named this unnamed valley Godric.

The man in the valley has a smile and anticipation on his mouth. In his deep sleep, he is with his lover, happy and stable.

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