[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Sir Walter Madeleine was a Squib.

Wizards don't discriminate against Squibs, but they have more or less disdain and contempt for those of the same kind who have lost their power - especially Sir Madeleine, because he is a wizard noble.

What a sad fact that a wizarding nobleman lost his magic!

What makes the wizards gnash their teeth the most is that Madeleine can always find talents from various places, and she is loyal to him.

Potion Master, Magic Array Master, Alchemist Master...

Except that Madeleine couldn't find the master of spells, all auxiliary talents could be found from him.

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied she was, Sir Madeleine was not classified as a wizard, and was ranked among the wizard nobles in a very strange way, and her status was not low.

It's just that how many people have intersected with him from the bottom of their hearts is a matter for discussion.

Sir Madeleine was good friends with the old Duke Slytherin, belonging to a generation older than Salazar Slytherin.

The old Duke Slytherin is different from his unsociable son, he has a wide range of friends, and all his friends have good friendship with him, at least when he is not facing disaster, Slytherin can get help from many people .

——This is why no matter how bad the three companions are, Slytherin can perfectly clean up the end for them.

"Salazar, I heard that Walter Madeleine is very difficult to get in touch with." Gryffindor sat in the carriage, looking at Slytherin who was sitting across from him with an unfamiliar face, very uncomfortable.

In fact, he was also wearing another face at the moment, because the moment they left the manor and entered the Muggle town, they were followed by more than a dozen pairs of eyes.

Just because Slytherin let the bishop go before, doesn't mean the bishop will tolerate his existence.

There are portraits of the four of them posted everywhere in the town. Although their faces are a little different, you can still see some clues after a few more glances.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let that bishop go.

thought Slytherin, but didn't know what to do - kill?He just thought about this idea, and now thinking of the wizard who was burned to death, he still feels his scalp tingling and his stomach churning.

Such a concept is very puzzling in this era when human life is not so precious.

Even Gryffindors who haven't killed anyone with their own hands, don't think it's difficult or shouldn't kill people—because what they kill must be guilty people.

Like the bishop who burned the wizard alive.

If Gryffindor had the chance to attack, he would definitely cut off the bishop's head without hesitation.

After all, wizards, except for some dark wizards who take pleasure in torturing and killing Muggles, what they do to ordinary Muggles is just some pranks.

And the Muggles who don't understand anything follow the church blindly, and put all the actions of the dark wizards on ordinary wizards.

The most famous and evil dark wizard in history, Salazar Slytherin, turned out to be the most afraid of killing among the four founders.

How many people will laugh out loud when such words are spoken out.

"Don't worry." Slytherin rubbed his face, it's okay, he is not the original in history, thinking of him like this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir Madeleine is a very gentle elder, she just likes to tease people That's all."

"...No, I think he is probably not just playing tricks on people." Gryffindor swallowed hard, and threw a wizard who disrespected him directly into the teleportation array leading to the depths of the Albanian forest. , Is it also called teasing?

"Hmm." Slytherin replied vaguely, leaning against the soft back of the carriage indifferently, "If you offend him, I will intercede for you."

"Salazar, it's very kind of you." Gryffindor was moved to tears by this rare straightforward and considerate, opened his arms and rushed towards the person next to him, but was wrapped around his neck by the piebald snake that suddenly jumped out.

Slytherin looked at Gryffindor who froze and didn't dare to move, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, "At least you won't go to the Albanian forest, I will fight for you to go to the snake den."

"..."

"Don't thank me too much, dear Mr. Gryffindor."

Sir Walter Madeleine's manor was mixed among the manors of the Muggle nobles, and not far from his manor was even a church with a bishop in charge.

This special position and bold style made every wizard who came to ask for help change from arrogant to cautious—it was also heard that Sir Madeleine seemed to have a good relationship with the bishop.

Ordinary wizards don't have the influence and strength of wizard nobles, and they can proudly confront the bishop face to face.

Even the wizard who was thrown into the Albanian forest, after successfully escaping the nightmare in the depths of the forest, dare not trouble him.

Ser Madeleine was indeed very kind to Slytherins.

As soon as they got out of the carriage, Madeleine's butler greeted them and took them directly to the back garden.

It was time for afternoon tea, and after seeing Slytherin, Madeleine waved with a smile and invited him to have an afternoon tea together.

"Or black coffee?" Madeleine's voice was uniquely magnetic for middle-aged people, and it sounded very comfortable when it was softened.

"Yes, please give my friend a glass of milk." Slytherin sat next to Madeleine without any surprise, and turned his head to look at Gryffindor who was still touching his neck with a half-smile, "He needs to press Shock."

"...Thank you." Gryffindor also blinked indifferently, sat on the seat opposite Madeleine, with a kind smile on his face, and looked at Slytherin flatteringly, seeing that the other party was nothing After a special reaction, he called out to the servant, "I would rather have a glass of wine than milk, thank you, beautiful lady."

Probably because it was a friend brought by Slytherin herself, Madeleine saw that Gryffindor was pleasing to the eye, so she didn't make things difficult for him. Instead, she smiled back and enjoyed her afternoon tea quietly.

The atmosphere was good until the Slytherins spoke their purpose.

"You want to go back to Hogwarts!?" Madeleine stared at Slytherin, frowning, "Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm planning, about that giant..."

"No." Madeleine didn't wait for Slytherin to finish speaking, and his hand knocked on the table in a rhythmless manner, "Just you little brats, trying to kill that dragon? That's not a docile green dragon." Dragon, even if he is injured, he can easily crush you to the ground!"

"..." Slytherin was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "How will you know if you don't try."

"Try it with your life!" Madeleine raised her voice, "You are crazier than your father!"

"I accept it as a compliment." Slytherin took a sip of coffee, and the bitter and mellow taste spread in his mouth, "I have made a lot of preparations."

Madeleine said nothing.

"There is only one formation master left." He paused, "I will return the person to you intact."

Madeleine remained silent.

"I want to take Hogwarts back and kill that dragon—for my mother and father." Slytherin frowned, he still couldn't face up to that memory very well, and Gran on one side Fendor reached out and took his under the table, kneading, and smiled brightly at Slytherin.

Slytherin pursed his lips, and looked back at Gryffindor, but didn't take his hand back, "And, after getting Hogwarts back, I want to build a school based on it."

Madeleine's knocking sound paused, she glanced at him, but still didn't speak.

"Think about it, Uncle Walter." Slytherin's voice was gentle and low, with a hint of bewitching, "Dragon claws, dragon scales, dragon skin, dragon tendons, dragon blood—that's the ancient dragon, I think your subordinates Those gentlemen want these too, don't they?"

"Little devil!" Sir Madeleine hammered the table, and the voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth. He looked at Slytherin fiercely, and said every word: "Do you want to die?"

Slytherin and Gryffindor were stunned by his eyes for a moment, and nodded in unison.

"Then don't think about that dragon!"

The two shook their heads at the same time.

"The inheritance of the giant dragon is divided into one-fifth of me, no less."

"..."

"..."

Madeleine tapped on the table, and this time it became gentle and rhythmic, tapping on the hearts of the two young people who were a little confused.

"You've made it, young Slytherin—you've got a much better eloquence than your father," said Madeleine, smiling, and speaking of old Slytherin with a bit of regret.

"Thank you for your compliment, Uncle Walter."

"Master of the magic array, I will send it directly to your manor, and I can also provide some potions, but the cost of the magic array materials—"

"I'll take care of it." Slytherin was kind, standing up and bowing to Madeleine.

Even if it was just a transaction, he should thank Madeleine for her trust and care.

Not everyone has the courage to believe that four young wizards in their twenties can slaughter an ancient dragon, even if the dragon is seriously injured.

A magic circle master and a large amount of gold coins were thrown on four young wizards, and the chance of losing was far greater than winning.

Most merchants would not choose to bet, they would rather organize their own team to slay the dragon.

"I never thought it would go so smoothly." Gryffindor dragged his chin and looked at Slytherin with his eyes closed and rested with a smile. The arc of the corner of the other party's mouth has never dropped since Madeleine agreed to the conditions. Lanffin felt itchy.

"Thanks to my respected father—" Slytherin slightly opened his eyes, and there was some bumps in the dark carriage. Madeleine's worry was not unreasonable, and it was really a bit precarious for the little devils to slay the dragon.

"What if something really happens?"

"Nothing will happen!" Gryffindor patted his chest, his eyes sparkling and he looked very excited, "Maybe I will become the first dragon knight in the history of the Gryffindor family!"

"..."

Slytherin looked at him, speechless for a moment.