The Melancholy of Gryffindor

The consequence of not explaining the matter clearly was that Slytherin carried him directly to the bed... no wonder.Glare danced happily, and after he finished dancing, he looked at the man's position, and the man had long since disappeared.Don't even say a word to yourself.

Fu Rong came to his side to watch with him: "He's gone?"

"Ah."

"I'm really impatient." In fact, he was quite happy to see the result. "It's not impossible to let those Ministry of Magic people wait a little longer."

"Are they still having a meeting at this time?"

"That's right, prepare for the second match." Fu Rong poked the boy's forehead, "When he saw you dancing with me, didn't he know that you were going down? It would be strange if he didn't run to hold an emergency meeting."

Greer rubbed the place where he was poked: "It's not a child, so there's no need for him to worry about it."

"You look like a child now, aren't you?"

Fu Rong smiled, with a teasing look on her face.

"Now you are a child, so you can't speak clearly?" He raised his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him.Some things are just not made clear, and if they are not made clear, how can we pretend that they do not exist.

"It's not me who didn't let you know, so don't take your anger out on me. You know better than me what his personality is." She narrowed her eyes, "Besides... I also think you've been worrying too much recently, so it's unnecessary Mix it in."

She thought for a while and added: "Leave it to us."

……

Grale was a little angry, but didn't know how to respond.

In a sense, this is a good thing. He doesn't need to worry about it, and can concentrate on arranging school affairs.But this shows that Salazar suppressed many things behind his back, and did not disclose any information to himself.

This feeling of being concealed was uncomfortable, and it made him feel as if he had returned to those days thousands of years ago.But he was well aware of the reason for doing so, and in the end he could only nod his head, and replied, "Yes."

"Why, are you unhappy?"

Fu Rong giggled and pulled him around in a circle.When I heard the music, it happened to be the melody of the dance.

"Keep jumping, I let you step on my feet to vent your anger?"

"Come on, if you want to step on it, when can't you?"

Glare rolled her eyes and looked to both sides of the dance floor: "If I drag you any longer, those boys will rush up and fight with me. You'd better let me live a good life in school."

The girl curled her lips after hearing this, "It's as if I didn't let you live a good life."

But still tactfully lead people to the edge of the dance floor.His purpose has been achieved.As for how Godric communicated with Slytherin, he didn't care, and he didn't want to.

There is a round table beside the dance floor, and people who are tired from dancing are sitting in twos and threes.They looked around, exchanged a look, saluted each other, and then parted.Immediately, many boys surrounded the girl, trying to win the chance to have intimate contact with the beauty.Fu Rong raised her light-colored eyes and looked at him helplessly, and Graier also looked back at her from outside the crowd, mouthing, "Have fun."

...it's really messed up.

The elf king with a pretty face shrugged. Fortunately, he was good at this.

It's rare to come here, and it's unlikely to come here casually in the future.If you want to play, have fun.

……

Without staying in the hall, the blond boy went straight out.With such an excited crowd, no one would pay special attention to him.

He needs time, Grayer thought.But no one stands still.When I realized the distance, that person was already far away from me.It's just okay, there's something interconnected about them.It comforted him and made him emotionally accept many of that person's behaviors.It is wishful thinking for a person to insist on one thing.Add a heart, a person, and a wish to this.Even a negligible spark can burn.

He went straight to the Quidditch pitch, picked a piece of soft grass and sat down.Without turning his head, he could easily outline the scene inside the castle: bright lights, laughter and laughter.No matter how dark and turbulent they are in private, they are willing to stay at this moment with a beautiful illusion.For this reason, Greer's nose felt a little sore for no reason.

He longed for it for too long.A wish that was never fulfilled a thousand years ago.hope, and regret.Although this moment overlapped with memories, and the bitterness made him tremble, a piece of regret in his heart was finally filled, and he finally felt fulfilled.

Use everything in exchange for an answer.He also died without regret.

+ + +

In the early morning, Draco was called to the office by Snape.Accompanied by Greer, the two teenagers waved their hands and disappeared into the hall. Harry suddenly lost interest in the baked muffins on the plate when he saw their backs.

"Brother, at least eat a little."

Ron tried to reassure him, shoving the plate under his nose.The smell of food filled his nostrils, but Harry still couldn't get the slightest bit of interest.Reluctantly, he poked the cherry on top with a fork, put it in his mouth and took a bite—well, it was so sour.

His bitter melon-like face immediately caught Hermione's attention: "Oh...Harry," she bit her lip, her face pale with tension, "don't pay attention to what that golden egg said! They will be all right, Harry, you guys Everything will be fine!"

But everyone knows that she is not nervous because of the game.In fact, they are all the same.Nervous and anxious, even a more delicious breakfast than usual can't make them feel better.In order to avoid unnecessary turmoil, it has always been a small number of people who worry about it.

"At least Gryffindor's still there, isn't it?" Ron patted his friend on the shoulder, snatching the fork from his hand, "Harry, I lost my teeth with that cherry, how dare you put it in your mouth?" Put it in?!" He yelled in surprise, throwing the fork away like a goblin, "You should try—"

"That, Senior Potter!—" Sentimental and excited, it was a junior who came to pass the message, "Professor McGonagall asked me to inform that the warriors should go to gather."

"Okay." Harry stood up hastily, and smiled dryly into Ron's eyes. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I promise to try."

"Okay." It's actually a bit regrettable, but next time I ask the elf to make a copy, it's the same.He hugged Harry, "I wish you all the best."

"May all the best."

"May all the best."

The three murmured and exchanged blessings with each other.

The process before the game is nothing more than a formality.The three warriors gathered at the entrance of the hall, and then led by several officials from the Ministry of Magic, they came to the Black Lake to prepare first.Spectators entered the stadium one after another on the built-up stands, and in just ten minutes, almost all of them were filled.Harry rubbed his wand unconsciously as he looked at the audience.If he wanted to move flexibly underwater for a long time, he obviously needed some other little magic besides the bubble head spell.For example, turning the hands into webs, or making a spell to resist resistance or something.

It stands to reason that the time is approaching, and the players will be more or less nervous.It's just that when he swept around, Krum still looked gloomy, Fleur was relaxed, and hummed a few little tunes, it seemed that he, who had been compared once, was very disturbed. .Although he is uneasy is not because of this.The fact that the game is definitely not going to end normally is enough to cause headaches—thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but glanced at the audience, only to see a scene of noisy excitement.I can't help feeling in my heart that I don't know anything... Sometimes it's really good.

There were a lot of Aurors present today, and there was a long line of Aurors standing neatly behind the referee's bench.Wand raised, ready to fight.Although invisible from a distance, Harry knew that the entire playing field must be covered with various defensive magic circles.Perhaps the only ones who can enjoy a happy and exciting game today are the students sitting in the auditorium.The promises from Gryffindor and Slytherin allowed them to be protected from the flames of war.

"ladies and gentlemen--"

Ludo Bagman's voice, amplified by dozens of decibels, pierced the air and penetrated into the eardrum.The area where the warriors were standing was not far from the referee's bench. While listening absent-mindedly to the introduction to the guests present, his gaze wandered unconsciously—until he met the Slytherin sitting on the referee's bench.Slytherin happened to be looking at him, met his eyes, nodded at him, and said something.

Seems like a cheer?Harry didn't see clearly, but he nodded too, while Fleur rolled her eyes.

"...Then I announce that the competition has officially started!" Bagman has finished his lengthy explanation, which also means that today's highlight is about to begin, "According to the current scores of the players—Mr. Potter, Ms. Delacour Tied for first place with 47 points. This means that they will start at the same time."

Although the game scene was in full swing, the weather was not so good.It was gloomy, and it seemed that it would soon rain.

The referee's whistle sounded.Fleur looked at him, and Krum stood a few steps behind them.Thousands of spectators shouted excitedly.

She smiled: "Let's go down together, Harry."

Harry nodded, looking at the water rippling in the breeze.Steadily raise the wand and cast yourself a perfect Bubble Charm.

"I'll count to three, let's dance together." The girl's tone was brisk, "Our purpose is the same anyway." After saying this, she murmured something quickly.For a split second Harry felt as if a mist had enveloped him, but it made him feel magically comfortable.This made him let out a low cry of curiosity and doubt.

In a moment of surprise, Fu Rong blinked at him: "This is more convenient."

more convenient?

For my opponent?

……

It was an obvious hint that the other party seemed unwilling to hide it.She's not Fleur, and the game has to go on.Most importantly, he could feel that the other party was not malicious.

That being the case, then——

"Okay... ready? Three, two, one, jump!—"

Harry plunged headlong into the water, then heard a splash beside him as well.He dived hard, and the bubble head spell allowed him to breathe smoothly, but his body was also light and he could move freely.He must have benefited from the magic Furong put on him.

As soon as such a thought flashed in his mind, the girl had already come to him.The long silver hair floating in the water is extremely beautiful, like a soft moonlight.She reached out to Harry, poked the bubble next to his head, and popped it hard with a snap.

The lake rushed over in an instant, and it still hurt a little when it hit his face, but Harry didn't feel nervous at all.He closed his eyes reflexively, opened his mouth, and took a careful breath—and sure enough, he was able to breathe.

"You have good adaptability, little devil." Furong nodded appreciatively, and put her hands on the boy's shoulders, a little playfully, "You don't seem to be surprised at all?"

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't surprised, but Harry was past the age of being surprised.Hearing this familiar title at this time, he immediately realized who the other party was.Then he subconsciously murmured in his heart: This incomprehensible elf king... Didn't he mean to see you in the decisive battle, why did he come to the lake leisurely again?Could it be that--

After thinking about it, he asked unconsciously.

"Yes, I did say that." The girl motioned him to move on, while looking at the aquatic plants that suddenly appeared around her with great interest, "That's why I came. I also accompanied him to the bottom of the lake."

Otherwise why would he come here.The bottom of the lake brought back all his bad memories.Gryffindor's body once sank at the bottom of the lake. 1000 years, how dare he forget.

Just in this short sentence, those aquatic plants that were just floating around the two of them were enough to cover the sky and block out the sun, surrounding the two of them and strangling them inward.The encirclement was shrinking, and the pressure of the water was pressing on the ribs, gradually making Harry feel out of breath, and he couldn't help gripping the holly wand tightly: "I—"

"Don't talk. Take it easy and breathe steadily."

With a swipe of the Elf King's fingertips, the small space suddenly expands to an astonishing capacity, and countless water plant nets disintegrate and disappear into nothingness.

Then he stretched his hand forward and pushed.When a person is diving, he uses the magic power to push a path with the movement of diving.The cascading aquatic plants cover the sight of others, and instead become the best shelter.

Magical creatures dare not go forward for fear of power, and their instinct keeps them hidden in the dark.The lower it went, the darker it was, and the light that the palm pushed away became clearer.In this light, the girl has already returned to her original appearance.

The only person who can make me so desperate is you.

With overflowing affection and surging heartbeat, I want to hug you now.

"We're not very popular, so you have to be prepared." Wei Wei glanced sideways, "Even in the water, a fierce battle is probably inevitable."

……

The bottom of the lake is already tense.

The hostages were surrounded by mermaids, which was extremely dangerous.One of them was in a deep sleep, powerless to fight back.

Godric put the sword across his chest and snorted coldly.Just now, this sharp sword mercilessly cut off the necks of several mermaids.He is tolerant, but without the slightest ludicrous kindness.Since these mermaids have been tainted by darkness and are trying to hurt the children, there is no need for him to show mercy.

Draco was behind him, guarding the sleeping girl.The same is waiting.

Keep yourself awake, just in case.Unexpectedly, not long after coming down, the other party tried to control the hostages and pulled the flames of war from the bottom of the lake.Teaming up with mermaids, infiltrating the competition, and ambush in advance... are really good methods.

"I thought you wouldn't be so eager." He said loudly, the young man's figure at this moment made his voice more intimidating, "It's the revenge plan you're proud of—is it impossible to proceed step by step?"

"Yes."

The black-haired young man smiled and admitted generously: "If there was only one you, or only one him. Maybe I wouldn't work so hard, so desperate to destroy his most important thing."

Godric frowned and said, "Hogwarts cannot fall."

"You are here, so of course it won't fall." He was still smiling, his fingertips across his lips, and he tapped his chest, "I know what you will pay for it. Don't forget your passage, this is my final the goal of."

"I know Salazar Slytherin too well, Godric. Much more than you can imagine. What will he care about most after a thousand years? Slytherin's heritage, and you." The crystal flickered and shimmered, "So I killed that disobedient chess piece, fused all the remaining Horcruxes, and replaced it with a new one. Let him be exhausted by Slytherin, only To risk everything in this match, attack Hogwarts, and die at your hands. The Slytherin legacy will end here."

"Brilliant idea, isn't it? My purpose was not Hogwarts in the first place, let alone the wizarding world...those things mean nothing to me. 1000 years, Godric, why don't we put Think about the problem more simply?" His shoulders moved, as if he had really relieved some burden, "As for you, you should be able to feel it too, right? The passage is no longer under your control, and it's even more impossible for me to control it .Once the passage is opened, Hogwarts, no, even the entire wizarding world will fall into the bait of those guys. Children—those fresh, lively, and pure souls have always been their favorites. So you see, even if you don’t If I do it, you will definitely make a choice."

"Godric Gryffindor, I will witness your death with my own eyes."

Draco gasped, staring at Gryffindor in front of him.The back of the blond young man was still straight and firm, as if even the imminent death could not shake him a bit.He looked at Gryffindor and nodded, saying "I know", and heard him ask: "What about you, Rynder?" His tone was flat, as if this was just a very ordinary question.

"me?"

Reynold Slytherin bent his beautiful obsidian eyes and looked up.It was pitch black above, and only the boundary they were in shimmered, as if trying to break through the darkness.

"I hope it will rain when I go out later."

Godric smiled faintly: "Do you still remember, Lainte?"

"Of course I remember." The black-haired youth gave him an arc, and then raised his hand.Godric also followed his movements to protect the children behind him, "I can't choose the beginning of this, nor can I decide my fate. At least, I hope that before I die, I can get what I want."

Spectators in the stands don't know what's going on underwater.The communication between referees and underwater creatures after the game is the only way for them to obtain information.Everyone held their breaths intently, keeping their eyes on the lake for a moment, and whispering a few words nervously from time to time.

The people on the referee's bench also looked serious, but they were not worried about the game.Several Oros stood in front of Slytherin and reported the situation on the field.When they turned to leave, Dumbledore asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency Slytherin, how is the situation?"

"There are small-scale conflicts in some areas, but it is generally stable." Salazar tapped the table and spread out a piece of parchment, "There is a magic gathering near Hogwarts, they should—"

He suddenly changed his face and stood up from his seat abruptly.Putting his fingertips on his throat, he murmured, and then a powerful voice amplified dozens of decibels resounded throughout the arena: "I am Samuel Gunter. Deputy Minister of Magic."

"I hereby announce - the game is suspended!"

"Everyone return to Hogwarts immediately! Oro is in charge of evacuating the crowd. Level [-] alert!"

There was silence in the auditorium at first, and then the pot exploded completely.Everyone was complaining loudly, dissatisfied, and roaring—after all, in their view, there was no danger, the sky was perfectly parked above their heads, and there was no blood, dead bodies, or gunpowder smoke.In the heat of the day, no one would feel that it was a good taste to suddenly be greeted with a basin of cold water.

Dumbledore raised his glasses in astonishment, and many people in the referee's seat were confused, but Slytherin didn't bother to explain.He left the referee's seat and walked straight to the lake.Thousands of eyes followed his movements, and he became the focus of the audience just by raising his hand.

"I'm Salazar Slytherin. One of the Big Four at Hogwarts, the first head of Slytherin."

A drop of water dripped into the hot oil pan, causing scorching ripples and boiling like an explosion.The crowd was shocked, screaming like a tidal wave.From the shock of the identity of the black-haired man, to the tremor of the other party splitting the lake with his fingertips——

absolute power.

That is enough to make people surrender.And it seems natural because of its status.In the lake that was forced to tumbling apart, the black-haired man turned his head slightly, and only said three words in a strong voice that pierced everyone's hearts: "Go back to the castle."

The screaming in the crowd suddenly subsided and turned into whispers.But soon the screaming sounded again - the continuous explosion swept Hogwarts, the air flow washed away, and slammed into a transparent barrier.Although it did not hurt the crowd, it was deafening.

All Oro and the professor evacuated the crowd together without much panic. This scene made the corners of Salazar's lips slightly curled up.But before the Elf King and Harry rushed to the bottom of the lake, Lainte had already detonated his magic power.When he turned his gaze back to the lake, the blond youth was rushing out with a few children. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not injured.

He stepped forward quickly: "Gordy, how are you?"

"fine."

Godric shook his head, and put down the girl in his arms: "Thal, let the children go back to the castle." He said succinctly, "They are coming."

Salazar nodded, glanced at the children in front of him with his sharp red eyes, and then waved his hand - Draco felt a force on the back of his neck, and he was about to fly out, but Gryffindor held To him: "Draco, stay in the castle with Harry, Hogwarts needs you."

As soon as he said this, he and several others fell on the soft chair in the principal's office.

Almost at the same time as sending the children away, Anu Ranch rushed out protecting Harry. When he saw Godric, his face tightened: "Gordy! Quick! They've already—"

"Here we come." Salazar said coldly, and with a violent wave of his hand, several dark wizards who were following them were knocked into the air. "Gordy, draw your sword."

"Playing internal invasion again, this kid is really stubborn." Anuranqi muttered unhappily, grasped the silver sword out of thin air, and said, "Little devil, leave this to us. You go back to the castle first and ask the principal to handle it." Reinforce the defensive circle."

Although I really want to stay and help, it is the most correct to obey the arrangement at this time.Harry gritted his teeth and nodded. The Elf King pushed him on the back, and the next second he also fell into the principal's office.Looking up, the silver-haired old man was looking at him with a smile.

+ + +

In this attack, the Dark Lord was out in full force.Almost every Death Eater Harry could name was among the attackers.The students were left in the hall, and many professors and Oro ran around to strengthen the defense and treat the wounded.Occasionally, when you look up, you can see the silver light beam hitting the barrier, splashing sparks.

Even though the attack was fierce, the barrier was never broken.Throughout the day, the flames of war were kept out of the castle.

It's not like staying in the castle can be idle, at least Harry and the others are very busy, running around, repairing the loopholes in the defensive cover with the professors, while caring about how the outside world is fighting.From time to time, wounded or corpses fell from the sky, and the attacks were fierce, and casualties were inevitable.But compared to the past, with two giants in charge, the number of sacrifices of more than a dozen people is much better.

Although everyone was on the alert and anxious, the hall was neither silent nor filled with despair.I can even hear many students gossip about whether "Salazar Slytherin" is real, and how the old monster from 1000 years ago could have survived to the present, and since the ancestors from thousands of years ago were expelled from the cemetery Come out, can't you still deal with the little bastard, the Dark Lord?

Why can a name do this?Give faith, bring hope.Never even thought the flag would fall.Because what this name represents is really indescribable, just putting it in your heart can give people infinite power.

+ + +

The war progressed smoothly.However, due to the large number of opponents and the gathering of a large number of magical creatures, they were still stalemate for a whole day.

It is dusk.

The sun sinks into the clouds, and the sky is stained with dark red, which is connected with blood.His hands were hanging down by his side due to loss of strength, corpses piled up, his vision was blurred, and he could only barely stand by relying on the sword.

He is a strong man, not a god.A day of fighting had exhausted his physical strength rapidly, and his magic power was also showing signs of being nearly exhausted.What's more, almost all the creatures he dealt with were magical creatures, and wizards were rare.As long as he thinks about it for a while, he can understand that it is nothing more than being attracted by the channel. Every time his power is consumed, this kind of guidance will be stronger, and so, a vicious circle.

This is also the purpose of Lainte, isn't it?With them around, Voldemort certainly had nothing to fear.The real danger is his Godric Gryffindor, the ticking time bomb.I can feel the magic power in the body in a mess, faintly commotion, as if something is about to spew out.He almost thought he had forgotten this feeling, but he didn't expect it to be engraved in his body, and when it hit him in waves, he still had a familiar trembling feeling.

Time is running out.Godric took a breath, a few strands of blond hair scattered around his cheeks as he lowered his head, stroking the blood-stained sword.I don't know what happened to Sal and Alan, he thought casually, Voldemort should have been discovered, even dead, Salazar would never show mercy.

Then next, only myself is left.

Shaking his head slightly, his hair was dyed blond in the dusk, showing a burning color.It is not the sun but the setting sun, which will not give him the illusion of light.Also just right.

There was the sound of a corpse being trampled on behind him, Godric didn't turn his head, but closed his eyes.

Those who can come here at this time are probably the big bosses who haven't been killed yet.Thinking about it, I couldn't help but raise a smile.

"Am I late?"

"No, it's just right." Godric responded, straightening his upper body with the sword supported, "It will open soon."

At dusk, the corpses piled up like a mountain.The cloudy sky was dyed red, and Hogwarts stood proudly not far away, and the magic hit the barrier, splashing out starlight. 1000 years, a reincarnation, everything begins and ends here.

"It's over without waiting for him, is that okay?"

"Of course not. But... no matter how much he wants to scold me, I can't hear it, right?"

"If you have a chance to wake up, Slytherin is probably already ecstatic, so there's no need to scold you."

"Don't say that, Leinter." Godric blinked, "Aren't you a Slytherin yourself?"

"Anyone who once said such things to me is dead." The black-haired young man stood behind him, against the light, his whole body was stained with blood red, even his smile was blood red, "But, because it's you, I Forgive me."

"Then I really hope I'm not forgiven."

The sun is setting and the light is fading away.And the restlessness in the body is also more obvious.

The breathing behind him was not calm, and gradually became a gasp.Can also hear the darkness coming, looking for an exit.Even the pain becomes soft.

"Do you want to do it yourself, or me?"

"Let me come."

This is different from millennia ago.

He won't complain, he doesn't have to complain.To put it simply, it is just repeating what happened thousands of years ago.This time his lover is not by his side, and his best friend will not arrive immediately, so that's fine.If Salazar killed him again, it would be too heavy for Salazar and for him.As the black-haired youth said, 1000 years have passed, why not think about the problem a little simpler?

I have come to this era, and I have witnessed the changes in the wizarding world.I protect the people I want to protect, and what I want to do is about to be done.Perhaps the only thing that makes me feel depressed, maybe this kind of time can't be too long.Everyone has some greedy little ideas, but not everyone gets what they want.

"It still hasn't rained, Lainte." Godric lowered his head, pressing his cheek on the hilt of his sword, "If it rains, it probably won't be until tomorrow."

"Ah, is that so?"

He heard the dull sound when the body fell to the ground, and the 1000-year cycle of reincarnation was about to end at this moment.Put your face closer, close enough to feel the heat of the back of your hand, the residual warmth of the blood on the hilt of the sword.It's a pity that there's no time left.It seems neither you nor me.You can't get what you want until you die.Then he shook his head and smiled.With the last of his strength, he drew out the sword and aimed it at his chest.Just do that and everything will come to an end.

He said softly:

"Avada Kedavra."

The author has something to say: Well, today is June [-]~ the code words are already at this time now... Cough, I wish everyone a happy June [-]~ Happy Dragon Boat Festival! ~~

This concludes the main text of "Your Highness"!Next, I will add a few episodes, and there will be an epilogue, explaining about Salazar, Alan, and Harry.As for the question of whether the ending is HE or BE, well~~ you guys have to remember, Xiaoyu is a real mother~~~ super dear mother~~~ so please make up your own mind about the HE ending [.

The last chapter took so long...sorry to the girls here.I have thought about the final ending for a long time, and I have changed it for a long time.But no matter how you change it, it feels unsatisfactory.Even with the ending that the girls are seeing now, I feel that there are still many things that need to be considered.After that, the text will be overhauled, and some unreasonable settings and plots will be revised, and some places will be improved and changed. I hope the girls will continue to pay attention >3

Uh... here I still ask if any girls still remember our "Your Excellency"=-=, I will concentrate on updating there~

Well, here is an interception of the chat records between me and Momo, which can be regarded as a simple analysis of Lainte.Also let everyone take a look at the setting of the prequel Reese Lytherin hhhhh

【"Mu Qianlin'anら14:48:39

Lainte's purpose is to have Salazar kill Fordemo and force Gordy to die

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:48:40

Just fine

Yan Lang 14:48:42

Yeah so I think it's okay

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:49:09

The whole point of the last chapter is that Gordy must die.

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:49:40

The purpose of attacking Hogwarts is to consume Gordy's power so that the opening time of the passage will be faster

Yan Lang 14:49:40

Ok

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:49:46

Just when the battle was almost over

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:49:51

Then Gordy must die

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:49:55

He doesn't even need to do it

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:50:46

In fact, Lainte did two things.

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:51:01

One is to get Voldemort up, and the other is to open the passage on Gordy's side

Yan Lang 14:51:15

Fusion Horcruxes, opening channels?

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:51:20

Ok

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:51:44

In this way, Voldemort will definitely be killed, and Gordy will die himself out of responsibility.

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:52:34

This is his purpose.In this way, Slytherin can get revenge, because only Voldemort is left in the Slytherin family after a thousand years, and Salazar is most concerned about Gordy

Yan Lang 14:52:53

What about himself?

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:53:19

He's not as bad as Slytherin, he can last for 1000 years without any problems, his strength has already been exhausted

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:53:43

I can't live long, my body is already decayed, and I have to rely on things like black crystals to help me

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:54:03

so he is going to die

Yan Lang 14:54:43

but the purpose was achieved

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:54:53

Correct

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:55:01

He just wanted to make it difficult for Salazar.

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:55:07

Thousands of years ago Slytherin was extinct because of him

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:55:21

Now all he needs to do is get Voldemort dead to completely wipe out the Slytherins

Yan Lang 14:57:14

Was it revenge against Slytherin, or against Salazar?

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:57:25

Both

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:57:30

But in the end he was tired too

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:57:50

He didn't really want Gordy dead that much, but it's gotten to this point

Yan Lang 14:58:16

Ok

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:59:09

What does he want to do after revenge

"Mu Qianlin'an ら14:59:12

just watch the rain

Yan Lang 14:59:32

What does this rain represent?

"Mu Qianlin'an ら15:00:28

He opened his eyes.

The overwhelming rain fell on him, and even when he half closed his eyes, there were tiny streams of water passing by his slender eyelashes.The damp blond hair was scattered, and the strands were docile on the cheeks, and some fell into the neck. It was wet and cold, and he didn't want to caress it.

It was only when he didn't want to move that he felt the awakening of every nerve in his body; the white robe inlaid with gold was heavy due to soaking in the rain, and the tiredness and stickiness from all over his body made him frown slightly.The silver sword was in his hand, the water flowed across the sharp blade, and slid down the tip of the sword to the ground, the color was dull, inexplicably as if it was stained with blood.The surrounding scenes were terribly familiar, dilapidated houses, a deserted town, and even the dead body of a black cat on the ground was still cold... Yes, this is the small town near the Camille Forest.He couldn't help but smiled wryly, even the Lainte standing in front of him was exactly the same as the day he defected