HP Ancestors Who Traveled Through Those Years

This is a story about Godric and Salazar in their teenage years. [They have a dragon teacher named Adrian] Adrien looked at him for a few seconds, and finally his eyes fell on his blond hair that was shining due to the spell, and he said disgustedly: "Reed, why can't you grow your hair longer?" "How many times have I said my name is Godric..." Godric complained: "Teacher, can't you care about anything else besides my hair? Am I a tumor growing under my hair?" [Their three views will never be compatible] Salazar: "I have bought rat pate for my baby that is easier to digest. It tastes great... Do you want a jar?" Godric: "... Thank you, our human babies usually need some milk powder." [They accidentally traveled to a thousand years later] "Please, can I sit here?" Draco was very nervous. "Of course, as long as you promise not to suddenly hold my legs and cry." Salazar said kindly. Draco: "..." [This is a funny and imaginative story that refreshes the outlook on life in every chapter. All members are OOC. The plot and logic are like a runaway husky. It is not recommended to drink water while watching.] Another serious article addressed to the Big Four: The founders of HP who were forced to become gods ——The new article "I'm Just Dead, I'm Not Abandoning You" has been published. I thought about it today and filled the copy everywhere—— Copywriting: CP: The big head and the small head randomly bear the burden of thinking, Tyrant Attack x Half-dead but still able to tell hell jokes, God Lord Shou Many years ago, I did not believe that ghosts and gods really existed. So when I was presiding over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and was suddenly pressed down on the altar by a tyrant who had been raised by my own hands, and threatened me with a disaster relief edict, I did not resist. Later I died. The day after his death, I stood under the city gate, looking at my body hanging on the city gate, and thought sadly: I made a mistake, it turns out there really is a ghost in the world. If I had known earlier, I would not have agreed to do it to him in the Fengxian Hall last time. It would have been very bad to be seen by the ancestors. But if you think about it carefully, they are not my ancestors... Ugh. Well, that's a bit guilty! ! ! Later, my ass rose to the top by preventing a tyrant from causing harm to the world. And since my butt is such an integral part of who I am, I soared along with it. On the day of his ascension, the tyrant set fire to the hall and killed himself, leaving no trace of his body. Lord Zhuque asked me: Lin Chungong, what do you think about this? Me: I have many thoughts, but first of all, my name is really not Lin Chungong. I, Quehua Shenjun Lin Xiuli, have never lived up to the trust entrusted to me by the late emperor and lived up to the expectations of the people throughout my life. My only regret is that I didn't get to see the little beast I raised before I died, and tell him that actually... I've been putting up with you for a damn long time! ! ! Of course, if you can promise not to bite my belt, tear my clothes, or bite my ankles again, and agree to be kicked eighteen times by me, cut into minced meat, stuffed into a frying pan and fried into dog meat balls, I will still be willing to continue to support you. Reading guide: 1. Previous life: Crazy criticism of the Big Tyrant and attack on the righteous ninja Emperor Shishou, warning with a broadsword forged from dog's blood 2. The whole plot + memory killing are staggered, which is relatively slow. 3. The article is in the first person, and there may be a small amount of third person in the memory of the killing. 4. Contains a lot of hell jokes, 1111 ——The home page has the final article "What kind of character did planning give me [Western Fantasy]", all fellow Taoists are welcome to take a bite—— Intention: Laugh, laugh, this is a nonsense article without any meaning.