[HP] Lord Slytherin's Melancholy

?The moment when the silent brilliance spreads out, every roughness on the ground is reflected brilliantly. It seems that dusk is the loneliest moment in the world, even more bleak than the night.For example, those dark beech trees should have emerald green color, but the cold winter is approaching, and the fallen leaves are flying, leaving only a few residual leaves to express their loneliness.

The branches and leaves exude the smell of death and decay, and the warm and bitter memories seem to be struggling for the last trace of autumn temperature.That is the selfless giving from their mother, and now they will soon fall, bury, and return all these hard-to-remember flavors to the earth, it seems that only in this way can they sleep peacefully.

If one day corresponds to the four seasons, of course autumn is dusk and winter is night.I have to say that the present moment matches the season.They walked on the last lingering breath of autumn, and soon they would lift their heads from the torches in winter, and from the edge of the Forest of Dean, they could see the last green and dark blue of the setting sun on the treetops.

But the sun, it is the setting sun and the rising sun at every moment, when it is extinguished and goes down the mountain to suffer desolation, it is also when it burns on the other side and climbs up the mountain to spread the morning glory.Just like a journey, each step is actually on the way back.As the daisies begin to bloom, the horns are about to sound.

Travelers make a journey into eternity with their endless desire. What kind of name this desire has may not be fully summed up in a few simple words.Time restricts him, habits restrict him, and rumor-like public opinion traps him in reality, making him close his ears to the complicated magic, even if he claims to be reckless and reckless, his mind is not clear after all.

So sometimes, he longed for the night.

Even being out of the body is no longer a pain, out of the magic of the day, out of reality, wandering in the quiet night.Listening to the unintentional narration of a dreamer, re-examining a ray of wandering spirit, and unveiling another drama in the boundless night and dense, vast forest that is about to fall.The wind that wanders around connects the news of the night, from the sleeping window to the sleeping window. If you are lucky enough to wake up, you may be able to regain the lost mood in the confused day.

Yes, another world.

His friend was rustling beside him, and the blond hair would occasionally leave afterimages in his sight, and the bonfire soon danced deftly in front of him.The sun had completely set, and the silent night of the Forest of Dean had begun.This seems to be a story that is too ordinary to be ordinary. They will temporarily set up camp, sit down and rest, fill their stomachs, and maybe lie on their backs under the starry sky and talk endlessly; , should stay together for warmth.

His hands were busy, and the smell of food wafted from the torch, but his thoughts were long gone.He finally realized that he yearned for this free night walk with all his heart, and even just standing, he could feel the wonderful trembling from the depths of his soul.This trembling is a kind of telling, like a fable that can extend into all the deep places, and the surprise makes people tremble.Open up a chaotic mind with time, open up desire, and slowly form a possible destiny in the future.

And this longing is completely different from the past, he understands, maybe it is like this, that's why he can't forget it.

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"I really didn't expect that there would be fish in the river in this season."

Looking at the few fish strung up with tree branches next to the campfire, Salazar expressed a little novelty: "How did you catch it?"

"Actually, I'm ready to eat long bread tonight." Godric shrugged: "But when I was preparing something, I suddenly became thirsty, so I ran to the river to drink some water—" His I pointed my hand in one direction, and I could vaguely hear the sound of falling water: "I just put my hand in it and soaked it, and then I saw a few fish surrounding it. Maybe it's luck?"

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What kind of physique...animal friendly?No, I've never seen brats so popular with animals before, except for unicorns, of course.Many dark creatures hated him even more.

Salazar raised his eyebrows. Is it because the opponent's fire element is friendly, and because he doesn't control the magic power very much, it looks like a big heater when he puts his hand down?Well, it's very possible: "Perhaps due to physical reasons, the magic power leaked out a little while relaxing."

Godric stared and nodded, "I see."

He looked at the blazing bonfire in front of him, and puffed his cheeks: "Ah, so we don't need to light the fire."

... Salazar suddenly felt a little subtle: "Why do you say that?"

"Look, since the magic power I release can be turned into a heat source, isn't it almost like a torch?" The blond wizard tilted his head, his blue eyes were playfully black because of the light: "So there is no need to burn so much wood , Just use the magic power directly."

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Although Salazar knew that the other party was also joking, he still wanted to complain a little: "Let's not talk about using so much magic power, can you bear it? What do you do when you sleep at night? I don't want to wake up the next morning. An empty shell that has been drained of magic power." Actually, he wanted to say mummy, but they were about to eat, so let's forget it for their own appetite, anyway, as long as the brat knows what it means.

"Ah, you're here anyway."

Godric's brows were curved: "As for sleeping, it's a better solution. I know you are afraid of the cold, so I just need to hug you."

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Salazar, who was suddenly poked inexplicably and felt that this was not good: "Why do you want me to hug you, wouldn't it be good to be next to you?"

He didn't want to be the one being hugged at all, he was more like hugging a brat, and he didn't know who was entangled in his arms like an octopus every time when he was traveling, so he was embarrassed to say it.

"Oh, it's so convenient." Godric didn't realize what he said at all, but suddenly thought it was funny, so he continued to talk nonsense: "Oh, no...it's not convenient to absorb magic power like this, forget it, or You hold me. If the magic power is not enough, just replenish it in time."

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boom--

Salazar resisted the urge to make up the humanoid pillow and the blood that suddenly started to thump and run around. Fortunately, it was night, and he was pretending on the surface, and the other party couldn't see any reaction from him.So he decided to make up for it resolutely: "Then how do you plan to replenish your magic power?"

Godric answered unconsciously: "This, it's very simple. Just connect when the magic power is lacking—" He suddenly paused, and finally realized something, and his voice suddenly softened: "Ah... um... ...In any case, as long as that is the case!"

Tsk tsk, what's the matter with this weird pause, is it really... what he thought?

Salazar raised his eyes leisurely, trying to observe the expression of the blond young man, but to his regret, the other party had already stood up: "...Okay, I have to feed Nelly. Please wait for me Come on, Lester."

Well, he knew it was not a good show: "Okay."

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Whispering whispers replaced crazy rock and roll, wandering people started from where and returned to where, and the night quietly hides all secrets.

At that time, the heart and soul met outside the body, sitting alone, and even the eyes were far away.Until the dust buries time, time will quietly seal the waves of the past, showing the affection caused by heartbeats. Autumn, until winter, is the season of doing whatever you want.

When you look up, you can see the stars.When you look straight, you can see another person.The starlight did not fall on that person, but the flames left traces on it.

yes i can see you.

It is obvious that everything is desolate and my eyes are withered, it's just because I can't see it, it's just because you took all my sight away.Like a torch burning quietly in this dark forest, I just feel at ease, empty, and even my soul will come to the fore.I know that from now on my longing will merge with my dream.

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As if feeling the gaze, the youth actually didn't stay for too long.After a while, he came back with a small bag, presumably he took something out of the package.When Salazar looked up, the fire-like bird had already stopped on a nearby branch, resting quietly.

Maybe it's because winter is approaching, the night in the forest is cold, there is not much movement, but the sound of firewood burning seems abrupt.But the silence didn't last long. It was a habit on weekdays. It was still early, and neither of them felt sleepy.

To pass the time, it is natural to chat.

Bai Godric often jumps out of the brain circuit, and the content of the chat is simply varied.For a while, he talked about Rowena's increasingly irritable temper recently, and for a while, he talked about how several unicorns ran under his tower through most of the Forbidden Forest.If Salazar hadn't adapted over the years, he really didn't know how to jump from collecting rubies a second ago to what kind of giant squid to put in the black lake.

Sometimes they talked about Hogwarts, about the recent turmoil, but that was just passing.Salazar knew that Godric didn't really want to bring up this topic, although they would have to face it eventually, but now, in this light and quiet atmosphere, no one wanted to deliberately break it.Perhaps when the night rises, crazy rock can easily become the language of love.

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"I have to say, my friend, your technique of grilling fish is getting better and better."

Godric briskly changed another topic, and sat next to the brunette youth.Due to his physique, maybe the joke just made by the other party is still in his heart, the warm feeling from that body is really very comfortable: "I remember that you were not very good at it before, which made me come out with you and grow old Worried about burning it."

"It's been a long time since I baked it, and it's already quite rusty."

Salazar picked up a small twig, threw it into the fire, and watched the flames curl up a little: "After all this time, everything has changed, and it is impossible to say that it is exactly the same as before."

Godric laughed, put his hands around his knees, and rested his chin on the kneecap, in a very quiet posture: "That's true, that's right."

Suddenly it became quiet again, and no one continued to speak.

As the topic progresses to the back, the number of such pauses increases.Godric should have something on his mind, but he didn't say it, and Salazar couldn't ask.He vaguely felt that the other party needed an opportunity. Although he didn't know what conditions could lead to this, there was no doubt that the other person needed a listener.

"...I'm sorry, Lester."

The blond young man suddenly made a sound, his head tilted slightly, and he buried his pretty cheeks on his knees.

"Although you didn't say anything, I know that my decision was very abrupt, and even the time to set off was so urgent, which must have caused you a lot of trouble. But..." He smiled wryly: "I really don't know, I How should we continue to face Salazar."

Salazar shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind at all.He could see Godric's confusion, but if it was him, he couldn't promise to do better.

"Maybe this is an evasive behavior? But I really don't know... what I should do."

"He would never say that to me, Lester. We have known each other for 12 years, but I have never realized like that day...it turns out that I am such...a person in his heart."

"Why did it become like this? Me——and Salazar...why did it become like this?" The voice was a little choked unconsciously, yes, even the original owner didn't notice; in the end he even simply closed his mouth , gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself utter any fragile words, but couldn't restrain his trembling: "I never thought about it, I never thought about it!—I... don't want to do this, Lester, I don't want to, I don't want to... I don't want to..."

The last words were drowned out little by little, as if falling into some kind of unconscious murmur.Even if Sara couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, she could still feel the undisguised confusion and helplessness in the words.But such words came from Godric Gryffindor, that white wizard who was always free and unrestrained... in pain.

Powerful instincts, natural talents, exuberant energy, wild desire and will, all gave up the previous self-confidence, and even the previous self-confidence was instantly questioned.Whispering whispers replaced crazy rock and roll, just because of instinct, I don't want to lose that person, just because that person is so heavy in my heart.That's why I want to urgently seek comfort, and want to show my fragility without hesitation, just in exchange for a chance to restore the decline.

He was asking himself for help because he was afraid of losing himself.Although he didn't know it.

Why is he trembling?Because he panicked.It's just because I accidentally fell into such an emotion and always took the other party's company and pampering for granted, so when I suddenly lost it, I felt that even breathing was so scary that I went crazy.

Salazar understood the feeling.Over the past month or so, he has experienced this countless times.He didn't know if he should thank himself for being like this.The curse is the source of all his pain and wandering from before to now, but without this curse, he would not be able to taste the taste of panic, let alone see clearly the feelings that were deliberately ignored before.

Godric is not the direct recipient of the curse, but he loves him, yes, it's that simple; this love makes Salazar very happy, but it also amplifies the pain brought by reality.Because of love, I don't consciously care about it; that's why I feel...it turns out that the person I've been keeping on top of my heart and I can't bear to talk about, actually thinks of me like this.

This is undoubtedly more painful than stabbing a knife in the heart.

But how should he comfort him?What position should he use to comfort him?He can't say what can really help the other party, but it's futile to remove these comforts.

Salazar couldn't tell how he felt.

The other person still had his head down, the light was a little dim, and even his bright blond hair was going to be lost in the night.