[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Gryffindor and Slytherin leave England.

The world is so big, leaving England, leaving Hogwarts, there will always be a place for them to stay.

They went to the Albanian forest, which is very popular with wizards. Slytherin is like a fish in water in the forest, and has gained a lot.

They went to Greece, witnessed the savage and bloody fights and beast fighting of gladiators, and accepted the unique splendid culture of this archipelago with a long history with difficulty.

In Greece, they don't have to hide their relationship with each other, and people can accept their generous display of intimacy in front of others, which makes Gryffindor linger on that island.

They went east, in order to go to the Kingdom of Heaven, which Slytherin sometimes held longing for and irrepressible nostalgia.

Even Slytherin didn't know how they were supposed to go.

They trekked through long rivers and deserts, climbed over mountains, and drifted on the sea, constantly absorbing different cultures and knowledge during the journey-this was completely impossible before.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were satisfied with such a life similar to wandering, and only sent a letter of recent inspiration to their companions and families on the island of England every few months, and reported their safety by the way.

Slytherin couldn't remember exactly what his hometown was like.

He can't even figure out what kind of dynasty the present Celestial Dynasty should be, how big its territory is, and what he should do after he goes there.

He just felt he should go.

Perhaps it is the deep-rooted thought of returning to the roots of the Chinese people, or perhaps they want to give themselves an explanation, even if they are not in the same world at the same time, he still wants to return to his oriental country.

At least, go and have a look.

Memories become especially deep at this time.

Slytherin clearly remembered his despair when he died, the helplessness and fear when he became a baby, and the restlessness he couldn't resist and communicate with others when facing a language he couldn't understand at all.

Gryffindor noticed that his lover had been distracted lately.

The further east he went, the more Slytherin was in a trance—it seemed that the next second he would completely fall into the nightmare he had woven and couldn't get out.

Gryffindor was a little worried, but didn't know how to deal with it.

He didn't know where Slytherin got the news about the country in the east, and he didn't know why Slytherin was so obsessed with a country that was groundless and they hadn't heard anything about it for several years.

The Slytherins looked as if they knew of the existence of that country and believed in it.

As for the more detailed information, Gryffindor began to worry about whether something had affected Slytherin's mind.

Although Slytherin has always been shrewd and almost never made such a mistake, the recent abnormality really worried Gryffindor.

Slytherin vaguely remembered what the old man had said long ago.

Before a person dies, he will quickly replay his life experience, and then his soul will go out of his body, cutting off the unfinished cares and karma at night.

Then the next day, he died.

Slytherin looked at his dream in his sleep, and his short past life and somewhat long life flashed before his eyes like a movie.

Things that I thought I couldn't remember now came to my mind as clearly as yesterday.

For example, the mottled shadow of the tall ginkgo tree in the former yard on the concrete floor in summer, the silver-white car slowly driving into the garage when his parents came home, and the swallows nesting under the eaves outside his room every spring .

Everything was presented in front of his eyes once again, every detail was revealed.

After carefully savoring the bright summer sun and the familiar smell of dust, Slytherin began to try to break free from this dream.

Compared with him before, the current Slytherin is obviously much more stable.

Years and a half of life in the wild is enough to wash away the pampered habits that Slytherin has acquired for more than [-] years, and completely turn him into a capable and mature man.

Slytherin is quite skilled in controlling his own mind, and he certainly doesn't think that he will die in his prime.

Almost easily, he pulled himself out of the dream.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that something was wrong—the place where he huddled was dark, damp, and there was a rancid smell.

His right hand was already numb, and he could move other parts of his body, but he couldn't leave because of the restraint of his right hand.

Slytherin frowned. He remembered that before falling asleep, they found a tall acacia tree with no traces of leopards on the deserted grassland, and fell asleep on the tall branches.

And here is obviously not like the prairie in the dry season.

He stretched out his unharmed left hand to reach the place where the wand was tied on the side of his waist, but found nothing.

Slytherin paused, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

He tentatively called out, "Godric?" This voice had the unique melodiousness of a young man, not the deep and smooth voice he had been used to for more than thirty years.

Slytherin fell silent.

Gryffindor was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, turned his head to look at Slytherin who was sleeping peacefully on the side, and leaned over to touch Slytherin's cheek.

He was afraid that Slytherin would suddenly collapse as he was walking in a dream, and never wake up again.

He was terrified by that dream.

Gryffindor kissed Slytherin's thin lips, and in the hot night of the dry season on the grassland, desire was instantly ignited like withered grass covered with sparks.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor licked Slytherin's earlobe. Slytherin's questions were always low, and it was very comfortable to hug him to sleep in the high temperature field.

Slytherin, who had always been in a light sleep, didn't push Gryffindor away, and didn't even open his eyes.

Gryffindor rubbed Slytherin's neck again, and froze a few seconds later.

There was panic and disbelief in his blue eyes, he stretched out his hand to detect the breath of the peacefully sleeping person, and tremblingly fell on his sweetheart's chest, trying to capture what he thought was the most beautiful voice.

A dull silence answered his expectation.

On the dry and empty grassland at night, a roar suddenly sounded, revealing a strong sadness and deep loneliness.

In the silence, Slytherin heard chaotic footsteps, they were approaching here.

There is also the long-lost sound of the machine running.

A not-so-good guess formed in Slytherin's mind, and gradually his face turned pale.

The sound of barking came from a distance, and it approached quickly. Following the sound of barking, the sound of footsteps approached quickly, and stopped not too far away from him.

Slytherin extinguished the light in his hand as soon as he heard the sound.

"Anyone else down there! We're a search and rescue team! Anyone there?"

Hearing a language that was neither unfamiliar nor familiar, Slytherin closed his eyes, covering up the grief and despair in his eyes, pursed his trembling lips, and took a deep breath to suppress the urge to cry.

He is back……

"Someone! I'm here!" The young man's voice was crying, and his speech was a little slurred-but this was not what the search and rescue team cared about. They cared more about how to save the child who had been terrified all day and night below.

After shouting, Slytherin fell silent again. He found that he was somewhat unable to control the current language, and it would take at least an adaptation period before he could speak Chinese fluently again.

This is much better than being blinded by Old English, Slytherin thought, and couldn't help thinking about the lover he probably would never see again.

"Baby! Are you down there, baby!" The woman's voice was shrill, full of fear and panic.

The tears that Slytherin was holding back finally burst out, for himself, for his mother, and for the lover he would never see again.

"Mom...Mom, I'm here, I'm fine." The young man struggled to organize his words, and the young man's sobs caused his mother to let go while holding her heart.

God knows how much she worried about her children who were alone at home when she encountered an earthquake outside.

She and her husband were lucky. When the earthquake happened, they were on the highway back from the neighboring city. The terrain was flat and open, and there were no physical injuries other than the mental shock.

But the highway was no longer able to continue driving. They spent a day and a night rushing back, begging the search and rescue team to come and rescue their children.

By God's grace, her son seems to be doing just fine.

"Baby...baby, talk to mother..." The woman wanted to walk up the pile of rubble, but she was afraid that if she touched something, it would collapse and crush her child, so she walked on the edge of the ruins, her voice raised. My son cheered up, "Baby, where are you hurt?"

"The hand is pressed, it doesn't hurt." Slytherin wiped away his tears, regardless of how dirty his body was, "Mom, let me tell you something."

"Hey, baby, tell me."

"Mom, I'm gay."

The woman stopped in her footsteps, as if unable to react, she stared blankly at the pile of ruins.

The search and rescue team next to him obviously didn't think that the mother and son would say such a thing at this time, and looked at her with some embarrassment, but it was understandable after thinking about it—it was such a big thing to come out of the closet, and it was necessary to solve it safely. Impossible, as you can see from the mother's appearance, she can't accept it at all.

"Baby, you..."

"Mom, I have a partner. He is very good and treats me very well."

"Baby!"

"Mom, I have died once... I don't want to face someone I don't like for the rest of my life, or be alone for the rest of my life." Slytherin's voice lowered, with obvious tenderness and nostalgia, "He loved me really good."

The woman is silent.

A search and rescue team watched the professional teammates grope for the structure of the collapsed villa, and couldn't help interjecting: "Sister-in-law, your son survived the catastrophe, and he will surely enjoy a happy life in the future. Don't worry too much."

"In this life, people are going to die anyway. No matter how they live, it is the best. It is best to meet noble people. Who would want to live a comfortable life, but not everyone has this fate."

"Your son has been locked away in the ghost gate, and Lord Yan doesn't want him. He will definitely be blessed in the future."

"Besides, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Our older generation was buried ten or twenty years earlier than them. How long can we interfere?"

The corners of Slytherin's pursed lips twitched slightly, he didn't dare to use magic to move his hand out.

Just like what his mother was worried about, he was afraid that if he moved a little bit, it would cause the whole ruins to collapse again.

Slytherin tried to use a healing magic on his right hand that he had almost completely forgotten. After a small white light flashed, the sudden severe pain made Slytherin unable to hold back, and he groaned.

After being healed by magic, the throbbing pain from his right hand, whose bones were crushed again, made his forehead burst into blue veins.

Make you cheap!

"Salazar!!"

Hearing the familiar voice and calling, Slytherin's mind went blank for a moment, and even the pain was almost forgotten.

He twitched his lips, raised his voice a bit, and blurted out the ancient language instinctively: "Godric...Godric!"

"Salazar..." Gryffindor heard the call of the millennium again, and almost couldn't care about anything. Gryffindor, who completely lost his mind, waved an instant magic, and was crushed in the ruins. The Slytherins were freed.

Gryffindor carefully checked Slytherin's whole body, and healed every visible wound on his body before hugging his lover who had shrunk a lot.

His aura has not changed, and he will be able to tell it immediately after a thousand or ten thousand years.

"Godric..." Slytherin lowered his eyes, "You..."

"I've been looking for you for 1000 years...waiting for you for 1000 years..." Gryffindor bowed his head and kissed Slytherin's short black hair, "I'm going crazy, I couldn't even get your corpse Bring it back to England."

"Godrich..." Slytherin's low voice was cut off by Gryffindor's kiss, and when everyone was still stunned and didn't know how to react, they kissed Slytherin until they couldn't breathe.

"Let go of my son!!" In the oppressive atmosphere, Slytherin's mother finally screamed.

——Not everyone can accept their son kissing a man, even if her son just came out with her.

"Sarah, Sara..."

"This is my mother, Godric." Slytherin laughed softly, patted Gryffindor's arm, gave him a smile, and then walked aside to have an in-depth exchange with the search and rescue team.

Gryffindor looked helplessly at the trembling woman who was pointing at him, and the shadow of Salazar could be seen from her face.

"I, I will be very good to Salazar!!" The tall and burly Gryffindor stopped his chest and said in half-baked Chinese: "I am willing to take care of him, love him, and spend my life with him. rich or poor..."

The speech stopped abruptly in the middle, and Gryffindor, who failed in Chinese, frowned, thinking hard about what should be done next.

"Mom..." Slytherin walked to his mother, hesitated for a while, and then hugged her. Thirty years of separation still made him somewhat alienated and alienated from this mother—although this was his unilateral decision. , but the existence of this gap cannot be denied.

"How long have you been with him? How old is he? What does he do? What... race?"

Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor, who was thrown out of the human category by his mother, and replied obediently: "A few years ago, 38 years old, British wizard noble, is...human."

Gryffindor couldn't understand and react because they spoke too fast. He walked over a few steps and put his arms around Slytherin, looking at the woman warily like a tiger protecting its food.

Slytherin's mother shook her hands wearily, her tense nerves all day and night suddenly relaxed, making her eyes go black.

Quickly catching the fallen mother, Slytherin sighed.

"Salazar..."

"We'll go back to Hogwarts when things here are over." Slytherin looked up and looked at Gryffindor, who was a head taller than him. Soft and dazzling, "I miss you, Godric."

"I miss you too, Salazar." Gryffindor paused, and looked down at the man whose outline was much softer than the image in his memory. He was looking for a man who had loved him for more than a thousand years, and he was hungry. He raised his waist and rubbed against Slytherin with an inexplicable part.

"..." The boy's face darkened suddenly.

"Salazar, I want you."

"roll!"

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