[HP] Lost and Returning

When the second graders were going to Potions class, Salazar stayed alone in the dormitory in a daze. Snape told him not to go to class, and he didn't bother to say anything to the outside world.He picked up a book casually and flipped through it, but didn't read a single word.

【Master, what's wrong? ] Aisha is very sensitive to the mood changes of the master.

【kindness? 】Salazar tore open a bag of marshmallows and fed them to the little girl 【Nothing. 】Aisha tilted her head to look, and quickly crawled out to play games with the snake sculptures.

Salazar held up his chin, he was still thinking about that tung flower, how could there be someone with that brat's personality?He frowned, wondering what was going on, a fact that displeased him a little.Hmph, it's none of his business. Standing up, Salazar walked out of the dormitory. The seventh grade students don't have class in the morning today. He should go play chess with Ron. The red-haired boy's chess skills are not bad.

Draco, who was in the common room, watched the snake ancestor go out, and remembered the potions class in the second grade. Fortunately, there was no potions class in the seventh grade, and his godfather must be mad today.

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Godric was also out of shape today. He arranged the course as an independent practice, and he rode a broom and flew into the sky in a daze. This morning, he was just playing for fun. How could he have thought of such a thing, tung flower, he has Are you in love with someone?Frowning, Godric was puzzled, probably not.If you have a crush on someone... Godric suddenly had Salazar's face in his mind, stop!Godric felt he couldn't think any further.

Shaking his head, Godric forced himself to turn his thoughts to Dumbledore. If it weren't for the flower of death today, he would have almost forgotten the big problem at the hands of the old headmaster.He sighed softly, just save it, he has already saved a few people, this one is not bad, at least this is one of Gryffindor College's rare smart people.

After making up his mind, Godric flew back to his office on a broom, and thoughtlessly forgot about a group of students. He quickly set up a cauldron to make potions, and was so busy that he didn't even eat lunch. At five o'clock, he broke into the principal's office with several bottles of potions.

"Ah, Professor Wilson." The old headmaster was also quite funny. His first reaction when he saw the black-haired professor was to block the candy box on the cabinet behind him.

Godric noticed the other person's small movements. He raised his eyebrows, stared at the white-bearded old man, and then smiled: "It seems to taste good, let's take it as the medical expenses this time."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "What?"

Godric stepped forward and put the candy box in his hand, and threw it into the space bag on his waist, this is the one Salazar gave him.Then, he handed over a few bottles of potion that he had taken out: "Drink it." He ordered in an unquestionable tone.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, he was not used to others talking to him in this tone.

"I'm saving you, dear principal." Godric tilted his head and jokingly said, "Otherwise, with your injuries, you're really not far from death."

"Do as he says, Albus!" The Sorting Hat on the cabinet suddenly shouted: "He can cure you!"

Dissatisfied with being interrupted, Godric turned his head and glanced at the old hat. The latter twisted twice and stopped talking.

"...Thank you." The old headmaster with a white beard didn't ask much, and he drank the potions in one gulp according to the order specified.

Godric took out his wand, turned around and began to draw some magic patterns, and locked the door of the principal's office to prevent someone from breaking in suddenly. He also drew a curtain to block the sight of the portraits, and added a soundproof spell, These guys are pretty annoying.

Dumbledore was surprised to see the rune visible to the naked eye floating in the air. It was intricate and the property of magic power fluctuated so purely that it reminded people of a creature like a unicorn in an instant.Who is this person?

"Okay, hold out your hand." Godric said flatly, pointing the end of his wand in the direction of the old man.

Dumbledore didn't do those useless politeness either. This kind of life-saving grace really can't be exchanged for money or other things. He took off his gloves, revealing his black, scorched palms.

"By the way, Mr. Principal." Godric squeezed out a helpless smile before chanting, "You still have to give me three days off."

Before Dumbledore could utter a word, he heard a deep male voice begin to chant a long incantation. The warm and reassuring feeling gradually gathered in his hands, and the runes floating in the air attached to his hands bit by bit. Palm, and then disappeared, a golden halo of magical power filled the entire principal's office, warm.

The black palm gradually changed color, a little bit lighter, until it returned to the skin color, and the five fingers also had their own shape, but they were slightly thinner than the other hand. Dumbledore felt the warmth from the fingers, and his hand recovered. Perception, the injury he thought was impossible to recover, this man really did it!

After chanting the last incantation, Godric took back his wand, shook his body twice, and hurriedly reached out to support the table next to him. Damn it, using such a spell will definitely overdraw the magic power.

Dumbledore was pleasantly surprised and soon found that something was wrong with the man in front of him, pale face, sweat on his forehead, overdrawn magic power?

"You rest first..." Dumbledore stopped before he finished speaking. He saw that the man in front of him was shrinking, and the color of his hair was changing simultaneously.

Oops... Godric knew something was wrong. The effects of the aging agent and discoloration agent that he had originally used on himself had expired prematurely due to the change in the magic power in his body. He watched his palm shrink by one size and gasped. Then, his wand fell to the ground, and the physical transformation also took energy, and he couldn't catch his wand.

"Dean——" An anxious voice seemed to float into Godric's ears from far away, but he couldn't respond, exhausted his last strength, he made a apparition, instinct did not allow him to faint here.

The ghost Nick came to the principal's office because he sensed something was wrong. He was anxious about the dean's weak appearance, but lost the dean's figure in the next moment, and murmured, staring at the falling wand in a daze: "...Dean? "

For the first time, Dumbledore couldn't find his own thoughts, and the words he finally said were a bit fragmented: "Nick, what do you call him?"

The almost headless ghost ignored Dumbledore, he quickly floated out of the principal's office, he was worried about the dean, and the only place his dean could go in this situation was by that person's side, even if other ghosts Unclear, the four ghosts in the hospital also sensed the aura of those two people, but they have been silent all the time.

Dumbledore leaned on the sofa numbly, and he looked stiffly at the position of the sorting hat.

The sorting hat twisted uncomfortably, and the old hoarse voice sighed a bit: "He is Godric? Gryffindor—your dean and headmaster."

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Salazar's bedroom.

Salazar was about to go to dinner, and then continued to communicate with Gryffindor College. Suddenly, a heavy object fell on his bed, and he turned his head vigilantly. He saw Godric, fell down and fell silent blonde teenager.

Standing up abruptly, Salazar stepped forward quickly. The person on the bed looked very weak, with loose and ill-fitting clothes barely covering his body, and his face was bloodless. Salazar's heart tightened. For them, Losing consciousness was more serious than any injury, and he reached out to feel the other's neck, and his pulse.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Salazar found that the other person's body temperature was very low, and his pulse was still dropping. What did this idiot do?Xiaoxiao made a test with a small amount of magic power. Salazar's face turned blue, and the magic power in Godric's body was emptied. How did the brat overdraw his own magic power?

The blond boy snorted uncomfortably, but did not wake up.Salazar withdrew the spent magic power. His magic power attribute was originally contrary to Godric's, and it was best not to bear any spells in Godric's current state.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot..." Salazar kept cursing, but his heart was a little flustered, what should we do now?Will it die if I leave it alone?There is a connection between magic power and vitality, but he is not sure how.He is a user of black magic, not a doctor who saves people!

Restoring body temperature first, Salazar sorted out the most obvious thought, the heat preservation spell cannot be used, he ran to the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, wrung out the towel, wiped the blond boy's face, and then wrapped the towel On the neck, Salazar, who had never taken care of anyone, was at a loss. It was really one head and two big.

"...Is the dean okay?" A voice cut in.

Salazar turned his head quickly when he heard the sound, and his eyes began to turn red, which was the color of alert.

Nick was startled, and he took a step back involuntarily: "...I, I'm just worried." The tone was like a child who did something wrong.

"Go out, don't come in." Salazar said forcefully, with an obvious domineering aura.

Nick opened his mouth and floated out aggrieved.

Although he didn't know how to take care of people, Salazar didn't think about asking for help. He raised his hand and blocked the door with a spell. Without his permission, no one could come in, including ghosts.

Turning around, Salazar continued to check on Godric's condition. His body temperature had risen strangely, and his pulse had also stabilized. Great, Salazar exhaled, and now he just needs to wait for the other party to recover. Perhaps, he still Need to do something?Tilting his head, Salazar thought for a while, and then he Apparated and disappeared.

Within 10 minutes, Salazar came back, fiddled with the tail ring, and five unicorn cubs fell out.

It has to be said that Salazar set a precedent for using space vessels to store living bodies. The five squashed miserable unicorn cubs did not lose their lives for a short time. Once they fell on the bed, they crooked. They scrambled to Godric's side - this is where they feel most comfortable in a room filled with terror.

Salazar didn't care whether the unicorns were afraid or how they trembled. He lifted the quilt and wrapped Godric and the five unicorns together, only Godric's golden head was exposed. It's none of his business to suffocate unicorns, anyway, he doesn't like unicorns, as long as the quilt doesn't leak air, because Slytherin's dormitory is very shady even in September, and the temperature difference from the outside is sometimes great. Ten degrees.

After doing all this, Salazar sat on the chair beside the bed. The boy's face on the bed slowly recovered blood color, and his brows also relaxed. He didn't seem to have looked at the sleeping Godric seriously. Such a soft face is different from The aloofness at Gryffindor Castle is also different from the enthusiasm and insolence in flying class.

Salazar stretched out his hand and flicked Godric's golden bangs. When his fingertips touched the other's cheek, he retracted like an electric shock, tilted his head, and reviewed his gaffe. He was so nervous just now. What to do, the brat is a weed, it's not that easy to die!

Biting his lips, he turned his head to look at the boy on the bed intently: When did this boy become so important in his life?