Speaking of closeness,
Harry was definitely closer to Gryffindor than to Slytherin.
Not to mention anything else,
In the portraits he had seen,
Slytherin was an old man with a twisted expression,
Gryffindor was always a handsome young man who looked like a marble statue, full of vigor and vitality. Of course, this could also hint at some kind of tragedy: "Heroes are like beauties, never to see the world grow old."
Snape, on the other hand, didn't think much of it. This was obviously one of the later generations' actions to stigmatize Slytherin.
Now that Gryffindor himself was sitting opposite the two of them, Harry was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. He was even more reserved than when he met Merlin. It wasn't that Gryffindor himself was serious and dignified. In fact, the founder of the Hogwarts just sat opposite them with a smile,
With his long sword beside his hand,
His gaze fell with interest on the furnishings in the room that were beyond the times. He didn't ask any questions, but when a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes, Harry and Snape both knew that this was a man who had been through a storm.
A man who couldn't be underestimated.
Perhaps many years later, people would only judge Gryffindor as brave, great, and other glorious words. But the Gryffindor sitting in front of Snape and Harry now — like Merlin — was still too young to reach the peak of greatness. Perhaps his dazzling blond hair, azure blue eyes, and white broad forehead made him look like a secular Apollo.
But in his youth, Gryffindor was more like the leader of a student movement, a fighter for a democratic revolution.
His bravery contained solemnity and steadfastness,
His passion hid vigilance and vigilance,
No one could say for sure whether these contradictory temperaments came from his swamp origins or his early experiences.
Godric Gryffindor was not a combination of heat and light, which was enough to surprise Harry.
Gryffindor's scrutinizing gaze was not shaken by the two strangers' unabashed observation. After he had seen enough of the machines that he did not understand, his gaze returned to Snape and Harry. He smiled and said, "So, what are your names and origins?"
In front of Lion Ancestor, Snake King did not intend to be the first to speak.
Harry straightened his back and replied, "I am Daniel, and he is Alan. We are just two travelers who have come here to seek some help in magic from the deans."
"To Salazar or Roina?" Gryffindor did not show any doubt. He only smiled and said, "I thought the two of them were not known for their willingness to help others."
Harry deliberated and said, "Actually, if you wait a little longer, you might hear our admiration for Dean Gryffindor." Only then did Harry realize that no matter who it was, any one of the Big Four would be much more powerful than him in terms of magic attainment! In fact, they did not have to meet Slytherin.
Gryffindor was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Then, he slapped the table and laughed — at this moment, he looked very "Gryffindor."
Snape, who had been silent all this time, interjected, "What are the names and origins of the four children?"
Gryffindor kicked the door of the Tadis open and sent the four children back to the castle. He sat down obediently and watched Harry make tea for him.
"Two for four. That's not a fair deal." Gryffindor seemed to be looking at Snape. At the same time, he pretended to be private with Harry and said, "There's something about your companions that annoys me."
Harry thought, "… You're very sensitive, Gryffindor."
"That girl." Snape's mouth twitched and pretended not to hear Gryffindor.
"That red-haired girl from Ravenclaw? Eliza Grampus, a very smart student. Very smart. "Gryffindor also played along.
Harry felt that he should find out if Eliza had any connection with the Evans Family.
"That boy with black eyes and black hair."
"A Slytherin. Eureka Prince. I remember that he has some talent in Potions. " Gryffindor smiled and looked at Snape. "I guess he'll become an excellent Potion Master in the future."
Snape's expression did not change, but Harry could not help but secretly hold one of his wrists under the table.
Gryffindor sipped his tea quietly, and pushed the other two cups of tea in front of them. He then praised the exquisiteness of the tea set and said, "Is it my turn now?"
Snape and Harry looked at each other and held their teacups without saying a word.
Gryffindor was not in a hurry. He just bent his fingers and tapped the table as if he was choosing the right question. After a long time, when Harry was about to finish his cup of black tea, he slowly said, "Which college are you students from?"
Harry was stunned for a moment and then laughed. "Hogwarts. I'm a student of Hogwarts."
Snape said indifferently, "Slytherin."
Gryffindor ignored Snape and looked directly at Harry with obvious surprise on his face. "Aren't you from the same … place?"
Harry shrugged. "Obviously, we're all from Hogwarts."
Gryffindor stared at him, his eyes flashing with a thoughtful light, as if he was carefully analyzing this unexpected answer. At the same time, he threw out a second question. "Your names."
Harry kindly reminded him, "It's our turn now."
Gryffindor raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Now is the time for you to ask me for a favor." In other words, he had the home advantage.
"Okay." Harry sighed. "But we can still only be called Daniel and Alan." Before Gryffindor frowned, he raised his teacup and said, "This doesn't mean that Mr. Gryffindor's truth-telling serum has expired. It only means that our names are also included in the confidentiality agreement."
It was also very interesting to watch the lion ancestor's face change.
Harry poured himself another cup of tea and put on the smiling face used for negotiation. "Now, can we officially ask for Mr. Gryffindor's help?"
Gryffindor adjusted his expression and returned to the calm smile he had when he first stepped into Tadis. "You're a very cunning boy. I guess you're definitely not Gryffindor."
Snape showed an expression of "sympathy".
"You can't say that." Generally speaking, Harry had spent most of his "life" as Gryffindor.
Gryffindor looked at Harry carefully again, shook his head, and returned to the topic. "I don't know what kind of help you need, but I presume that it will be a big problem accompanied by great risks. So, please don't describe it to me in detail for the time being."
[Wow, this is really …]
Gryffindor frowned. "Let me say this first: these words were left by Salazar. I'm not that, uh, sharp in person. "
[… Slytherin.]
Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two nodding at the same time. He took out an object from his pocket. "And … this was also left by Salazar."
It was a letter. The words on the envelope were: To Daniel and Allan.
"This is … a letter from Mr. Slytherin?" Harry was surprised. Snape stared at the letter, his expression unreadable.
"No, this letter was entrusted to Salazar by someone else, but some time ago … uh, Salazar went out, so he passed this letter to me, along with the words on it." Gryffindor pushed the letter across the table and explained, "All I know is that if two people driving the blue box suddenly appear one day, give this letter to them. If they happen to be called Daniel and Allan, then it's best."
Snape picked up the letter, and his expression changed a few times before he asked, "Who left this letter?"
Gryffindor thought for a moment and said, "I've seen that person before. There's a large black forest near the castle, and it's very dangerous for children, so Salazar hired an old wizard to guard the forest. I've seen him a few times, and he's a very kind old man. But three years ago, he suddenly resigned, leaving this letter for Salazar, and then Salazar left …" The Lion Ancestor scratched his blond hair, looking rather emotional.
Harry listened as he stared at the yellowed letter in Snape's hand. Snape just held it, but did not open it. Instead, he asked Harry, "Guess who wrote this letter?"
"Of course, it's someone who knows Daniel and Allan." Harry chuckled. "And, perhaps the answer to that question is in this letter."
Perhaps Merlin's experiences from her youth to her later years were all in this letter.
Gryffindor couldn't help but ask, "Can I ask for another question? What's the relationship between you two? "
A line separating widowhood for a thousand years
Daniel and Allan:
I don't know when this letter will be delivered to you. Sometimes, I even wonder if I should write it down. Will it cause ripples in our already fragile timeline? But certain phenomena I have observed of late have compelled me to take up pen and paper, and so I must take up pen, and leave you some message, and you will be able to decipher it, just as I cannot help deciphering the secret words I hear in the wind, or in the water, or even in the morning light that penetrates the thick forest, and I am more astonished by the answers than I have ever been.
I guess I got your name, Daniel? Of course, I will not read or write it, but I did get your name. It is like a spell, engraved on the shell of our grand world, and also engraved on its wounds, like an invisible barrier that maintains the stability of the world.
But the name itself is also scarred. It has been consumed, worn down, and never repaired, which makes the barrier fragile. Then I saw the distant prophecy, a number. Here, I have to ask a question that has been bothering me for many years (when I write this sentence, I am already an old man): You and your blue box, suddenly crashing into my timeline, was it an accident, a plan, or a guidance of fate? I don't need an answer. After living through the next few years, I don't need an answer. But I am very grateful for that trip. It stopped me from making a rash decision when I was too young, and it opened up a territory for me that I had never imagined. I mean, the territory of magic. I made a selfish decision, Daniel. I have not forgotten that wonderful journey. I have been inspired by it. Though I am careful to retain the memories, what we have seen and heard, what we have talked about, they have really inspired me, and I have not restrained my ambition. I have begun to study Time Magic, Daniel. You can guess the original purpose. And, to be frank, I did make some progress, especially when I incorporated time and space into the same magic circle. If you meet Salazar, you will see some of the results of my research.
Now that the name has been mentioned, let's interject a few things. After traveling for a few years, I left behind some reputation and deeds. But just as we said, I still returned to the lakeside where I saw off my good friends and met you all. I settled down there as an old and redundant existence. Things change quickly, but if we record them carefully, we will find that repetition is the only thing that happens in history. I had a period of mania and depression (I'm glad I didn't meet you during that period. You were a thoroughly annoying old man), and then decided that it would be better to observe the changes in the world than to observe the lives of men. Of course, he never came back, which is probably why you are hesitating to speak.
As my name gradually became a legend, Avalon gradually lost its name. Just as the riddles of the world foretold, the wizards would eventually become the dark side of the world. I tried some ways to hide the lake and the island here, stealing a corner of the human world. Then several young men came here, each of them talented and ambitious, and then — I heard the name Slytherin.
Daniel, that's one of the names you let slip. I'm not a particularly smart person, but I could guess that you must be related to Salazar, or the magic school they built. To be more specific, the school did exist for many years, until your time, right? Then, all I had to do was wait here, and I would surely be able to wait for you. So now I've become a stubborn, shameless old man? Then let's do a little more explaining. As I said before, I don't want to ask you for an answer, but this letter, this long wait, does have a reason. If you've noticed, Daniel, whether you like it or not, that unexpected journey became a turning point in my timeline, and it did cause ripples. If you hadn't come, I might not have lived to write this letter. If I hadn't stepped into the Blue Box, I might not have tried time magic. And the most important thing to note is that, in your mind, these results were not accidents, but preordained. So, the ripples did not develop into waves. Your arrival was not to destroy history, but to revise it. I've been troubled by this for a long time, and I've been searching for it for a long time. The only conclusion I can give is that your arrival is not a random event. There is some kind of plan behind it, either from Daniel and Alan, or from some hidden force. Based on what I've seen, I'm more inclined to the latter.
This conclusion has made me restless for a long time, because I know the strength of that mysterious force, which we usually call force majeure. If our meeting had been arranged by 'it', then the river of fate had already begun to flow. But as far as I could see, I had not yet guessed 'it's' purpose, and I had to be prepared for the possibility of a reunion. To tell the truth, this conundrum has contributed greatly to my diversion of time.
Why did "it" arrange our meeting? What could I do to avert the tragedy that seemed certain? Daniel, what can I do for you? I've left a suspense at the beginning of this letter, and I'll repeat it here: I've recently observed certain phenomena that compelled me to leave this letter. One day you will read it, and perhaps one day, when we meet again, you will answer my questions.
Your friend,
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