Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Those gorgeous and elegant dances only became popular in Europe after the 16th century. Waltz and waltz are 700 years behind their survival time. There will still be luxurious banquets throughout the night, the dances of the nobles are always the same as the jewelry worn by the women, and the fashion trends are changing rapidly. If you don't know how to dance, you will be ridiculed by everyone just like you can't ride a horse.

Time is far away, but the memory is still clear.

The number of times they danced with people can be counted on the fingers, and Rowena can't turn too many circles, otherwise she will step on his feet indiscriminately. Helga looks inconspicuous, but she definitely has the strength to dance all night. There was also the woman whose name they didn't know until now, the young lady of the Aveling family, Mia's mother, their wife in name.

When we met for the first time, she lowered her head, and she was so nervous that she almost cut off her own nails when dancing.

Then came the marriage, and then the birth of Mia.

When they really saw her face, she was already lying on the bed without breathing, her dead gray eyes were looking ahead in fear, her hands were stretched out stiffly, as if she wanted to grab something, and she seemed to be reluctant to part with her daughter who was under one year old. The pale skin was horribly stained with corpses, and the impression remained vague until they saw their grown daughter.

Mia doesn't look like them, but like her mother.

The poor woman who died in the castle for two full days before being found by the servants.

Lady Leto cared only for her granddaughter, who carried on the blood and hope of the family, and all the house-elves and servants and maids revolved around them.So she died silently. For a while, they thought there was a white shadow watching them from behind the pillar.

It is possible for a wizard to turn into a ghost after death.

The flames that burned the castle will eventually destroy everything that the Slytherin family has accumulated for thousands of years, whether it is the restrained house elves or the complex magic defenses, the pale white soul that may exist may also disappear in the flames.

"Salazar..."

With a low sound, I finally called back the two people who were wandering at the same time. I was a little embarrassed, a little dazed, and there was a big gap between the arms. The court dance in the past was naturally not like it is now. , only the shoulders and arms are in close contact, and through the rubbing of the clothes, a hazy consciousness is slowly awakening.

Withdrawing their arms suddenly like an electric shock, the two looked at each other, and they seemed to be trying to remember something in their identical dark green pupils.

——How did this dance come about?

When the mind is distracted, who is doing the female step?

A proposal, a promise, each has a funny mentality, waiting to see how the other party will dance, anyway, they are determined not to do it - then they suddenly realize that there is no difference in their behavior, since they can't Yes, then the other party is not the same, how did this dance start?Did you dance the women's step?

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the flames burning in the fireplace.

The flames flickeringly reflected on the faces of the two, a little illusory and uncertain, as if reflected in a mirror that was about to shatter.

I don't know who reached out first.

Holding the opponent's wrist tightly, this kind of inexplicable panic came extremely strange.

It was warm, but the skin was slightly cool and smooth, and there seemed to be some numbness when the fingertips touched it.

But true.

They looked at their reflection in the mirror countless times, because they were a little at a loss, this longing and sudden emotion, and they didn't even want to know each other's thoughts. Slytherin himself is good at burying everything in his heart. Keep your mouth shut, because you are confident that your sober reason can handle everything, so when your reason is bewitched by inexplicable emotions, you start to escape instinctively.

Do you like it?No, there are so many things they like, from black magic to potions, exquisite food, even Aerys, or a few particularly smart and sensible students, the stars in the middle of the night, it doesn't feel like that.

Or was it love, like Rowena, like Helena, that sudden madness?

No, they are calm.There is no desperation, and there is no sticking to each other for 1 minute and not being able to separate.

The Duke of Slytherin has a habit that is very bad in a sense. He has to figure out any unreasonable things. Things without a reason, whether out of caution or habit, will never come close.

There was a strange touch on his face, and Salazar silently watched Ling Cha's fingers gently rubbing under the corner of his eyes.

As if they had never looked at each other seriously, they traced the lines on his face with their fingertips.

By the way, it's not liking or love, it's just looking at each other quietly like this.

Because you only have me.

I only have you…

The breath is getting closer and closer, the completely familiar breath, when it is close at hand, it seems to have got everything, the slightly cold lips are covered, as smooth as silk, so addicted that it seems that the soul is about to be immersed, unconsciously Panting, the tip of the tongue touched the teeth while slightly opening, and slid in with almost no hindrance.

This is not the first time this kind of contact has happened, but he has never been so lucid and dazed.

The indistinct panting became heavier and heavier, and the two couldn't help but recall that in this room, when Petrifaction Millennium woke up for the first time, in order to relieve the pain, the soul blending, and the night before, the more intense the kiss, The strange numbness and restlessness in the body became more obvious.

The two had unconsciously hugged each other tightly, because they were suffocated when they were infatuated, and their fingers subconsciously tore everything beside them, as if they heard a few shattering sounds of falling to the ground, and saw the scorpion pinned to Salazar's chest. Turquoise brooches fell to cushions of soft kingfisher feathers.

Ling Cha's foot tripped over the arched edge of the mahogany table, and he instinctively stretched out his right hand but failed to grab anything to support, and instead brought two people down.

The blanket made of Scottish cashmere mixed with sphinx hair is so soft that it can sink half of the ankle when stepped on.With the weight of two people on his back, Ling Cha only felt a slight pain, but the feeling of confusion had already ignored these.

It was no longer clear who was pestering the other person urgently.

The robe with the perfect magic defense ability is particularly obstructive now, basically it can't be broken no matter how much it is pulled.

So it took several times longer for the slightly cold skins to come into contact with each other as they wished.

The momentary madness washed away the only reason he had.

This time the two of them didn't spend their last waking hours using magic spells to separate each other, it was because they didn't know, they weren't sure.Slytherins only reach out to get what they want when they know they have nothing to lose.

"Ling...I..."

Breathing was not smooth, and voices came from his throat intermittently. Salazar looked at Ling Cha who was pressing under him in a daze. The neck extends all the way to the back.

Barely breaking free from the sleeves that bound his arms at the end, all the scattered clothes were covered not far from Ling Cha's feet layer by layer. The two of them were so close that even their breath touched each other's skin, so the heat was finally unstoppable, Be noticed by two people at the same time.

With his fingers resting on his abnormally sensitive waist, Ling Cha breathed a little rapidly, turned around suddenly, and changed places with Salazar.When it was dark before his eyes, Salazar felt that his chest was being pressed by his arms, and an indescribable inexplicable emotion caused him to overturn and regain the upper position again when Ling Cha was in a daze.

Under the entanglement, the two exchanged more than a dozen times almost unconsciously. In fact, neither of them knew what their actions meant. Slytherin's sober choices were limited to each other. Did not realize.

The more intimate the contact, those up and down positions do not hinder their more rapid movements.

——The basilisk climbed back after eating contentedly outside the door, and pushed its head against the picture frame, not moving...snake language, not moving...opened its eyes and stared fiercely, the squid in the lake in the painting shook its tentacles strangely, it It is dead, not afraid, so it still does not move... The basilisk scurried several times, but the frame is not good!So "wow", the office of the head of Slytherin who suffered for the fifth time (…)

When the two people in the room finally realized the problem from their confusion, it was obvious that the result had already been reached.

"Sa—"

He only uttered an S syllable from his throat, and was stung by the overwhelming pain, even his body curled up unconsciously.

"Wow!"

Salazar was clearly not feeling well either.

Unprepared, in fact, the two who didn't know anything about these things finally suffered a lot and stood in a stalemate, unable to advance or retreat.They regained their sense from the pain and stared blankly at each other's faces.

Transparent liquid slowly overflowed from the corners of the eyes, and the lake-green pupils seemed to be filled with mist, so wet that they were immersed in the water.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain gradually subsided, leaving only the weird numbness spreading from the toes to the back.

Salazar lowered his head and whispered softly in the other's ear:

"I only have you, Ling Cha...you only have me..."

Then everything was blurred, leaving only the madness they thought would never appear in their lifetime, and the voice of unstoppable pain gradually turned into a moan, and they had never been so close, never had they felt that their souls were completely melted together.

After a while, the panting gradually subsided.

Sweat and a strange smell filled each other's bodies.

Vigorous and rational, it was only at this time that they recovered bit by bit, but no one was willing to move.

"I never knew, this kind of thing..."

Ling Cha's voice was hoarse and almost silent, staring at Salazar who was close at hand.

It turned out to be such a feeling. From my vague impression, Mia's birth was a surprise, and there was nothing else.They don't need others, and they don't have the slightest feeling for others.

Tomorrow... the seven days of the Christmas holiday—