I remembered the first time I saw him, it was at the Slytherin manor. It was the season of tulips in bloom, and the garden was immersed in the fragrant fragrance of the flowers. They were noble, reserved, and perfect, just like the glory of the Slytherin family, just like you who lazily leaned on the courtyard railing at that time, as graceful as white roses blooming slowly, making people feel as if they were seeing the moonlight falling all over the ground in a quiet moonlit night.
Slytherin. I called this name softly, my voice was as low as turning into clouds in the air, and I felt as if I was in another world. I stared into the distance in trance, although you were no longer around at this time.
Our love may end here.
To put it simply, it is the story of a man who dressed as Gryffindor and created Hogwarts with Slytherin. There is gay love, growth, sweetness and tragedy in the middle.