"Looking southeast, I can see a phoenix singing for the phoenix."
"Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
——Everything flows eastwards.
Helga Hufflepuff should have her own piece of heaven and earth, gentle, with a blue sky, snow-white birds under the sky, soft feathers blown by the breeze, and the glory of feathers burning instantly.
Rowena's eyes widened at the moment she was separated from her sisters. She was frightened, helpless, hasty, powerless, trembling, and incompetent. It took her a long time to open her mouth to find her own voice, hoarse and incomprehensible, "He... Hel... Ga..."
Even after a long time, Godric could not forget that first encounter. In the gloomy Forbidden Forest, the pure white unicorn had its unique and unparalleled beauty. However, what was draped over it was a long hair that no pair of skilled hands could braid. It was light golden and had a warm light. Later, he saw the same light from a pair of eyes and a person's words and deeds, which was kinder than firelight, more agile than moonlight, and warmer than waterlight.
There were many things Salazar Slytherin didn't know, and if one keyword was deleted, the number would be reduced sharply. He once had a murderous intention towards that woman, but was stopped by his collaborators, and even got a little unreasonable sweetness from it. He labeled the woman [weak], [innocent], and [shameful], followed by a label [available], but in the end... He unconsciously overturned all the labels, leaving only one. Someone said: "The label left by Salazar Slytherin is called 'weakness'."
Time flies, and the years fade away.
In the pale book "Hogwarts: A School History", how do the little wizards understand the cruelty and beauty that have lost their true nature?
[Confirmed a thousand years later.
[CP: Main SS/HH
[I hope everyone will take a look at my "[HP] Warm Light Still Remains"
