Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

Harry didn't know when Godric came back, but after waking up, he saw a very heavy sleeper next door, he got out of bed softly, and walked out the door.

As for the pile of presents at the foot of his own bed, he didn't intend to unpack them. There was still plenty of time, but Godric probably came back late, so let him sleep for a while.

It wasn't until Harry finished his breakfast that Godric yawned and went downstairs.

Sirius didn't ask him why he got up so late, but shook his head happily, pointed to the dark green top hat on his head and said, "I like this very much, Finny."

Godric rubbed his eyes and said, "Then next time I'll give you one I made myself. This one was custom-made by me in the store. I think it matches your favorite suit."

Sirius looked even happier.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, maybe Sirius didn't find out that Godric had sneaked out at night, and he helped Godric get a set of cutlery.

After Godric finished breakfast alone, Harry finally had time to unwrap his presents. He received a pair of cufflinks from Godric, which were a pair of buttons inlaid with green gemstones.

Just when Harry couldn't help telling Godric that it was too expensive, Godric just explained: "It's not a very precious gem, this thing is an amulet I asked Rowena to customize, Wes Mr Lay's kind, so you can't say no, Harry. Whatever you say, protect yourself."

Harry had to accept the things.

After the lunch at noon, Mrs. Weasley was going to take everyone to St. Mungo's to visit Mr. Weasley who was still in the hospital. Godric found an excuse not to go with him.

When he was alone in the old house, Godric couldn't help laughing, then hummed a little tune, and opened the door to the basement. He planned to boil a pot of potion before school started, thinking about Harry and the little boy Sirius, Godric resolutely chose to boil a potion for Sirius, who was always tired and looked old, to make him look younger.

How could such a handsome old father look so bad?

On the other side, at Hogwarts, Salazar was in the dormitory, standing in front of the wardrobe, and finally chose a low-necked sweater to come out.

Then, maintaining a happy mood, he almost couldn't wait to run towards the auditorium.

Unlike Godric, Salazar hasn't slept since Godric left. He stayed awake until dawn, and ran towards the auditorium without taking a look at the presents at the foot of the bed.

He came early and no one came down.

So Salazar waited patiently for someone to come.

Well, he was going to do that, but by the time he finished his breakfast, there was no one in sight.

"Did I get up so early?"

Salazar threw away his fork. Since no one came down, he could go find someone.

The password at the door of the principal's office today is cockroach candy.

Salazar walked briskly into the principal's office.

Hearing the movement, before Sarah could check the person, he heard a shout: "Who?!"

"Albus?"

Dumbledore held his arm, widened his eyes and saw that it was Salazar, and then relaxed a little, and fell back into his chair.

Salazar frowned, he looked at Dumbledore's face, and saw a trace of gray death in it.

"Albus?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes and said weakly, "What do you want?"

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Salazar couldn't care about his purpose of looking for Dumbledore, and ran to Dumbledore, looked at him with some hesitation, looked up and down, not sure what happened to Dumbledore.

"I'm fine." Dumbledore turned his head in a concealed manner, and detoured his right hand behind his back.

"What's that?" Salazar narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his shoulders, and asked in a cold voice. "what happened to your hand?"

"It's okay." Dumbledore said succinctly. "Did you come here for something? Why didn't you go to have breakfast, but came to find me early in the morning? Do you still want to go to Black's old house, Sal..."

"Hand!" Salazar said coldly.

"What hand?"

"your hands!"

Dumbledore was silent.

"Albus!" Salazar said solemnly again. "Show me that hand of yours!"

"Sal..."

Salazar repeated again firmly: "I want to see your hand!"

"It's just a small problem. Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"I'm done eating!"

Salazar was a little annoyed.

"Show me your hands! Albus!"

"..." Dumbledore looked at Salazar, didn't speak, let alone stretched out his hand for Sarah to check, he just looked at Salazar helplessly and with a hint of pleading.

"Are you injured? Curse?" Salazar, who is good at cursing, sensed a strong curse breath when he noticed that Dumbledore was wrong.

"Show me, Albus." Salazar softened his voice. "I've been studying curses, I know about them, show me, okay?"

Dumbledore shook his head. He controlled his expression so that he would not show that vulnerability, and said to Salazar: "Small problems, I can solve them myself. Today is Christmas, child, and I don't want to affect anyone .”

Dumbledore smiled, looking like nothing happened.

"Merry Christmas, boy, go and play, and don't pay attention to me, the old man."

Salazar stared at his head, not moving at all, and his expression became more serious, showing no sign of backing down.

Dumbledore sighed, raised his head, intending to persuade the stubborn child, and then his eyes fell on Salazar's neck.

That clear trace that couldn't be more clear made him forget what he wanted to say.

"What's that on your neck?"

Salazar touched the place subconsciously with one hand.

"..."

"..."

The two fell into an eerie silence.

Salazar said embarrassingly: "Last night, Finny sneaked to Hogwarts, and we didn't do anything..."

Seeing Dumbledore's gradually serious expression, Salazar coughed twice.

"It really didn't do anything! This trace..." Salazar explained hesitantly. "I let him stay on purpose, in order to come over to annoy you and make you misunderstand."

"and then?"

"Since you're injured, forget it."

Salazar said dryly.