The Hidden Fifth Powerhouse

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I read the author's column, and I wonder if you don't write it anymore? What a pity. I read this novel elsewhere several years ago. It's really great.

Chapter 78 In the small room, there was a wooden wardrobe, a table, and for the first time, there was only a double bed that occupied most of the room. Thick dark curtains blocked the bright afternoon sun. Two faint dim flames floating in the air above the double bed were the only light sources in the dark room, which were not enough to illuminate the entire room. The soft light scattered on the double bed gave a hazy and ambiguous feeling to the two naked white bodies that were quietly overlapped. The person lying on it moved, and propped up his body with his elbows on both sides of the person below him. His long black hair fell down on his back as his upper body was raised. There was no trace of confusion in his newly opened eyes. Slytherin stared at the sleeping person beneath him. His face, rosy complexion, dried tears, and red and swollen lips made his throat twitch, and his hips subconsciously pushed forward. The heat buried deep in the vagina suddenly swelled a bit. "Luther." Whispering softly, Slytherin lowered his head and licked upwards along the tear stains on his chin. His slippery tongue ran across the corners of his lips and cheeks. He stopped at the closed eyelids and lashes and licked them repeatedly. The semi-hardened instrument slowly rubbed in the tunnel. Looking at the lustful body underneath him, Slytherin pushed hard and buried it deeply, raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, letting out a low growl, but it was still twitching. Slytherin, who opened his eyes again, loosened his grip on Walrich's waist, put down his long legs in his arms, and released the shackles of the opponent's arms with a silent spell. He looked down at the obvious finger marks on the opponent's waist, and then moved his gaze to his **** which was unable to move and could only open wide. A stream of turbid fluid slowly flowed out from the secret place. He closed his eyes, and the **** was still boiling under the pressure, and the snake eyes returned to normal. With a casual wave of his hand, the flames floating in the air disappeared without a trace. The closed curtains automatically opened to both sides. The bright sunshine drove away the darkness of the room. Slytherin, naked | easily picked up his partner who was limp and unconscious on the bed. He walked out of the door that opened automatically and walked through the corridor into the bathroom. He carefully cleaned up Walrich, who was like a doll and could be kneaded. Unfolding the bathrobe hanging in the bathroom cabinet, Slytherin liked to bathe his partner with his own hands, wipe every part of his partner's body with his hands, dry his body with a towel, and finally put his partner in a bathrobe. Only he can do this kind of thing, it belongs to his partner, completely under his control from inside to outside, and can be manipulated as he pleases. But such a beautiful atmosphere was completely ruined by the sudden loud crash and roar downstairs. "Little Luther~" The loud roar broke through the door and passed into the ears clearly. The familiar voice made Slytherin's face darken. Quickly putting on Walrich's bathrobe, Slytherin casually put on the bathrobe and carried Walrich straight to the bedroom. Lively and hurried footsteps quickly approached. As he approached the bedroom, the short-haired Gryffindor was already standing at the top of the stairs facing him. The speed of his feet did not change. The barefooted Slytherin ignored Gryffindor and the three people who appeared next and turned into the bedroom. He watched the paving on the bed disappear out of thin air. The door of the cupboard opened automatically, and new sheets floated out and were automatically laid. Then he placed the sleeping Walrich on the bed and covered him with a quilt. Picking up the wand on the desk with his fingertips, Slytherin walked out of the bedroom in his bathrobe and closed the door. Then he waved the wand and cast a few spells on the bedroom door. He turned to face the four people who were already standing a few steps away and said coldly, "Get out." "Hey! Salazar! We're not here for you! We're here for little Luther!" Gryffindor jumped forward and shouted, his provocative jumping look completely lacking the maturity and poise that a man in his forties should have, and extremely childish. The two ladies behind them, even the sociable Hufflepuff and the academic and outgoing Ravenclaw, blushed and remained silent when they saw the particularly moist Salazar and Luther and the scene in the room just now and thought about what must have happened or that they had disturbed something; only Angola Walrich, a family member of the "victim", also had a dark face like Slytherin at this time, staring at the man who had obviously just finished tormenting his younger brother with a very unkind look. Although his own support was insufficient, Gryffindor still bravely took a step forward, glared at Slytherin, and asked loudly, "Salazar! You actually kidnapped little Luther when we were out shopping and there were many people dispersed. He has been missing for three months! And it is already afternoon, and you actually... Have done it now?! You uncontrolled beast, little Luther must have suffered at your hands in the past three months, and there is no way to escape! We are here to rescue him!" Such straightforward words made the two ladies blush even more, and Angora Walrich wished he could just block the mouth of this man who spoke freely with a curse. Instead, the clamored Slytherin looked coldly at Gryffindor, whose symptoms of convulsions were getting worse. His eyes swept over the other party's completely inappropriate clothes, and then fell on the other party's excited face. He said calmly, "He is mine. I am a member of his family tree. What he wants to do is our business." The implication is that it has nothing to do with you, Godric Gryffindor. If it weren't for the fact that the other party had been with him for many years and had jointly developed a way to wake up in this era, Slytherin would have just thrown him out the door and refused to enter, let alone listen to this crazy lion's nonsense here. But Gryffindor did not give up. Instead, he grabbed Angora Walrich behind him and pushed him in front of him, "He is Little Luther's biological brother, so he naturally has the right to control Luther! Brother, let him hand over Luther!" As soon as these words came out, not to mention the Slytherins, even Angola and the two ladies behind him who were pushed out felt deeply how the Gryffindor's speech today was incoherent, incoherent and crazy. Although they are brothers, both of them are adults and have their own families. How can they "control" it like Gryffindor said? And the cry of "brother" was so terrifying. This Gryffindor is just here to make trouble... Slytherin's eyes had turned cold at this time, and his whole body exuded an unfriendly aura. Angora in front of him did not retreat. He just glanced back at Gryffindor, who was suspected of having mental decline. Then he looked at the man who should be his "brother and sister" and said calmly, "The contact is interrupted once a month. Luther is not only my brother, but also the brother of the head of the Walrich family. If something happens to me, he will be the next heir." Slytherin calmed down, nodded, and said calmly, "There will be no next time." Although Angola did not like or even reject Slytherin at first, Slytherin was not only willing to log in to the Walrich family tree and join the family, but from the monthly contact with his younger brother when he was traveling and enjoying his leisure time, it could be seen that his younger brother was well taken care of and was in a good mood. A partner who can make his brother live a good life is a good choice. Angola also accepted this "younger sister" through the contact with his brother. Occasionally, he would talk to Slytherin about Luther's situation. Although the relationship was not the best, it was still peaceful. It's just that the sudden disappearance of Slytherin and his brother made him worried. Excluding the possibility that something would happen to his brother if Slytherin was around, it could only be that this domineering and aloof man took Luther away and cut off contact with the outside world. Even if he is a "brother and sister", when he thinks that the other party may have his younger brother under house arrest, no matter what the reason is, Angola cannot stay at ease. When Gryffindor and the others came, they used the long-lost blood magic to find this place together. But even though he had known it for a long time, Angola felt very unhappy when he saw with his own eyes that his younger brother was being carried out... Thinking that his younger brother was the one who was pressed down and suffering. "The reason this time?" Angola suppressed the unhappiness in her heart. Slytherin only glanced coldly at the angry and childish Gryffindor, and said frankly, "For two years, Godric hindered my 'alone time' with Luther, every time." The emphasis on the word "alone" made people think. Angora and the two ladies looked at Gryffindor in unison, and the other party blinked innocently. Although the handsome uncle's pretending to be innocent was not disgusting, it was not offensive at all. With such a contrived gesture, everyone naturally understood the truth. Angola couldn't help but glance at Slytherin's lower body sympathetically. He had been abstinent for two years, and his lover was by his side, so he could see, touch, or eat him. But then he thought back to the way his brother was sleeping and being held in his arms, and Angola couldn't help but look at Gryffindor with admiration. Well done! But before the words of appreciation could be conveyed, Angora thought about how eagerly and violently a hungry wolf would devour its prey, and about the possible "encounters" that his brother might have had in the past three months since his disappearance: facing a healthy, hot-blooded man who had a strong desire for him but had been abstinent for two years. It was said that this man was a wizard with a fully awakened sexual desire of the Quetzalcoatl bloodline, and only the two of them were alone... The admiring gaze instantly condensed. Angola's eyes were like sharp knives slicing at Gryffindor, one of the "culprits". Unable to see the other party pretending to be innocent, he turned his head and stared at Slytherin with a sharp and piercing look, "Luther has not been back to Walrich Manor for two years. I am staying here by the way." "Of course. It was clearly agreed to be a journey together, how could Little Luther leave midway?" Gryffindor immediately agreed. And Ravenclaw, who had been together day and night for two years and was suddenly separated for three months, couldn't help but look at Slytherin. Having Luther not only suppressed the energetic Godric, but also meant that the research collaborator Salazar would be with him at all times. She also couldn't bear to leave Luther, a companion she had a lot of affection for. In Ravenclaw's mind, it is best for companions to be together forever. Otherwise, she would not have come up with a plan to have Walrich sign a contract with Hogwarts in an attempt to keep the other person's soul in their time and space. Nor would she exclude the existence of Angola, Walrich's brother. Under the gaze of everyone, Slytherin did not waver. He fumbled for the wand in his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently, "Come back tomorrow." Everyone was stunned. Although they did not stop their entry, they asked to leave today. Why is this? Gryffindor scolded with a bluffing face, "Little Luther has done that, and you, an uncontrolled beast, still want to continue?!" Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who were pure-minded, their eyelids twitched and they didn't know how to react. Angola frowned and looked at Slytherin more directly. In his opinion, Slytherin would never hurt his brother, but it was hard to say when it came to men's desires. Slytherin, who didn't like explanations, uncharacteristically did not directly use force to deal with the talkative Gryffindor today. Instead, he waved his wand to display the current date - February 14, 1999. Everyone looked at the date with confusion, but as sharp as Slytherin, they still noticed the flash of a sly smile on Gryffindor's face, and immediately understood what Gryffindor's intention was when he acted so crazy and nonsense today. "What's going on today? What day is it?" The smart Ravenclaw asked bluntly. Hufflepuff and Angola were equally puzzled, and Gryffindor immediately shook his head and said impatiently, "We have been running for three months to find little Luther! Right here, when he wakes up, this is a reunion after a long separation~ Of course we should celebrate!" Despite what Gryffindor said, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who knew his true nature, still felt something was wrong. Recalling the lively crowds they saw in the city today, the warm and ambiguous scenes decorated everywhere, the people in pairs and the gorgeous roses everywhere, the two of them suddenly felt something. "A Muggle holiday?" Ravenclaw looked at Slytherin, "A couple's holiday?" Slytherin did not speak, but waved his wand again and golden and red words appeared in the air - February 14th, Valentine's Day. In an instant, the three people stared at the innocent-looking Gryffindor. "You did it on purpose!" Ravenclaw's eyes widened angrily, "I asked you why you were always procrastinating on the road when you could have arrived a few days ago. So that's why! Godric Gryffindor! How much time have you wasted on me!" Hufflepuff shook his head helplessly, and Angora's face turned even colder - in order to find his brother, he had piled up so many documents these days, but it was still deliberately delayed! The exposed Gryffindor stopped acting. As he waved his wand, his beach clothes had been replaced by normal Muggle clothes. He cleared his throat and said with a smile, "It's really boring. I thought I could successfully delay it until later. Dear Rowena, don't be like this. Our little Luther was abducted by Salazar. Shouldn't we punish him?" Seeing Gryffindor recovering from his childish state, Ravenclaw glared at him with gritted teeth and said angrily, "So you can waste our precious time?! Delay the possibility of us seeing Luther?!" Gryffindor also opened his eyes wide, "Don't you think this man who stole morals and made us worry should be punished? We have been worried and looking for him for so long, but he is here to spend a wonderful Valentine's Day? Oh, Rowena, how can you be so kind?" Ravenclaw didn't accept this at all and retorted coldly, "You just want to ruin Salazar's happy date." Gryffindor, who was exposed again, had no shame and said with a bright smile, "As expected of Rowena, she really understands me~" A curse came straight to the door. Gryffindor easily dodged it, but did not forget to continue, "Dear Rowena, please calm down." This strange tone was more like provocation than persuasion. Ravenclaw swings his arms without hesitation and throws curse attacks one after another, but Gryffindor easily dodges them. However, Angora and Slytherin cast protective spells in time before the curses hit the house, protecting this ordinary Muggle-built house. Another protective spell blocked the curse that almost destroyed the stairs. Slytherin's sinister eyes were fixed on Gryffindor who was flexibly dodging. He raised his hand and directly cast a petrifying spell to stop the angry Ravenclaw. Another banishing spell with 80% strength instantly hit Gryffindor who jumped into the air. In the blink of an eye, the tall and strong human body broke the glass and flew directly out of the house, disappearing from everyone's sight. Slytherin looked at the remaining three people without concealing his anger, but Angola, who was always serious, showed a clear smile to each other, untied Ravenclaw's petrification, and the two ladies left the room consciously. Angola remembers very clearly how his brother described to him in the two-way mirror the property in the Muggle world that was unknown: In Angola, Salazar and I bought a piece of land in the Muggle world. We jointly designed the house and handed it over to the Muggle construction team for construction. The location? Let's keep it a secret. This is Salazar and I's home, ours. How about we invite you over later after we move in? After walking more than ten meters away, Ravenclaw angrily stepped over the human body in front of him. Hufflepuff patted Gryffindor, who was lying on the ground but was actually unharmed, and said helplessly, "You always go out of your way to cause trouble, even though you know the result, and you even got us involved this time. Today, you deliberately destroyed your own image to discredit Walrich. Salazar could have taken Luther to the city instead of traveling here. How could you come up with such a stupid idea?" Gryffindor jumped up and stood up, nonchalantly giving himself a cleaning spell, "There will always be a day of success, and I have protected little Luther for two years without letting Salazar succeed, right? As for today... If it succeeds, I originally planned to go to Hawaii together, you beautiful swimsuit~ There will definitely be a woman that Luther likes!" "Godric..." Even Hufflepuff didn't know what to say. "Helga, Salazar who kidnapped little Luther is really hateful!" In the bedroom of Walrich's house, Slytherin took off his bathrobe and stood naked beside the bed. He pulled up Walrich, who was still sleeping and unresponsive to the outside world, and took off his bathrobe. Sitting on the bed with his partner's body in his arms, Slytherin calmly and intently stared at his partner in his arms, quietly enjoying the alone time together. Two years of abstinence actually didn't have much impact on him. Even though they had been living here alone for two months, he only wanted to marry his partner on the first day. And today is indeed a deliberate arrangement, Muggle Valentine's Day. He always remembered the lively and romantic Valentine's Day celebrations he saw on the streets of the United States last year. He didn't like the noise, but he suddenly cared about this special holiday. So he specially arranged a Valentine's Day for him and his partner: Apparition to the top of the mountain that he had set foot on long ago, hugging his Luther and watching the rising sun, feeling the vitality and vitality; a sumptuous lunch to fill the stomach to be energetic; passionate love | love until the partner can no longer bear it More, let the other party enjoy the ultimate pleasure; in the dim twilight, embrace his Luther and feel the quiet warmth; after nightfall, after Luther's favorite dinner and the potion he carefully prepared to quickly restore energy, the carnival of the night begins... As for the stupid lion who spared no effort to obstruct it, no matter in the past, present or future, his efforts will be in vain. Luther Walrich was his Salazar Slytherin, revealed in prophecy, destined, captured by his patience, irrevocable.

Chapter 64 Tired birds return to their nests, fallen leaves return to their roots. Although his mother died young in this life, his father was too busy and disliked his children but would come back from time to time to look at him and teach him a few words. His brother Angora was both father and brother. Wallrich had a very good family. Even when he has not lost the memory of being a Muggle, when Walrich returns to the time when he was confused and uneasy thousands of years ago, the first thing that comes to mind is Angola's gentle smile as a boy and his stiff and cold face as an adult. For Wollrich, home is wherever Angola is. He is greedy for the existence of Angola, which is the bridge between him and this magical world and the reason for his original existence. He had never been away from home for so long. He broke his habit of going back for dinner once a week. The discomfort and longing were particularly torturous when he was alone. Walrich missed his home, his brothers, and even his father who was a little indifferent to them. Thousands of years ago, when there was no hope of returning, missing brought pain but also warmth and joy, but he couldn't show it to worry his friends. Returning to his time and space, Walrich also did not show his eagerness to go home. After all... The behavior of a busy man who can't wait to go home is really childish. Just trying to maintain a calm and serious expression but full of excitement in his heart, Wallrich was immersed in joy and hurried forward, not even noticing the movement of his friends behind him. "Luther looks very happy." Hufflepuff smiled and looked at the figure in front of him. "Humph, childish." Ravenclaw, who was still holding the experiment record book and looking at it as he walked, lost his words without looking up. Gryffindor wiped his chin with feeling, and said loudly, "A child of a family~" The Slytherin in front naturally heard the discussion behind him. He turned his head and saw Walrich's energetic profile, the irrepressible raised corners of his lips, and his shining eyes. Although his mate was now extremely happy, Slytherin was feeling depressed. There is another man who occupies an extremely important place in his partner's mind. Slytherin's family ties were wiped out early. He doesn't understand family ties and won't understand them. But his Luther cared about family ties, very much. However, Luther's family member, the man named Angora Wollrich, was obviously very hostile to him. "Luther." Slytherin narrowed his eyes and looked at the manor gradually revealed in front of him and asked, "How long do you plan to stay here?" Walrich, who looked back, did not answer immediately, but frowned slightly, showing an undecided hesitation. This made Slytherin's depression even more intense. That man was too important to Luther. He wanted more than just Luther himself by his side. "Master Luther! Kuru welcomes Master Luther back!" The sharp and somewhat harsh voice made the wrinkles between Walrich's brows deepen, but it also broke the silence between the two. The group of people stopped, and Ravenclaw stared at the house elf who suddenly appeared with shining eyes. He walked forward quickly, but was grabbed by the arm of Gryffindor, who reacted quickly. Walrich turned back and nodded to Gryffindor, then turned to look at Kuru and ordered, "Arrange four... No, arrange three guest rooms, and prepare dinner." "Yes, Master." Kuru bent down deeply. "Brother, is he at the manor now?" "Before Master Angola went out, he told Kuru to welcome Master Luther at any time!" "Go get ready." After a crisp crackling sound, the house elf Kuru disappeared from the place. Under the gaze of everyone, Walrich said, "The ancient aristocratic families all used house elves as slaves, just like your time. Rowena hasn't studied house elves?" Ravenclaw was still dissatisfied with Gryffindor's obstruction, so Gryffindor explained on his behalf, "Ravenclaw's single-generation population is sparse, so there is no need for slaves. As for my family, there is no need for it in a Muggle society." Walrich nodded, looking into Ravenclaw's expectant eyes but unable to say the words "Give it to you to study". After all, the ownership of house elves belongs to the entire Walrich family. Seeing that Walrich turned around and continued moving forward without saying a word, Ravenclaw curled his lips and didn't say much. When he returned to the Walrich Manor and saw the familiar scenery, familiar houses, and familiar rooms, Walrich finally couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. The familiarity of all this made his eyes sour and hazy. This is the home he has left for too long, and this is the home he has missed for too long. Slytherin, who was accompanying him, had long noticed Walrich's excitement. Although he was uncomfortable, he stretched out his long arms to hug the other person's shoulders and let him lean against him. After calming down his excitement, Walrich summoned Kulu and asked him to lead his friends to the guest room first. After all, after relying on the public floo network many times before walking to Walrich Manor, they all needed a shower to freshen themselves up. Entering Luther's bedroom, almost as soon as the door closed, Slytherin turned sideways and hugged Walrich tightly into his arms. The tight shackles of his arms made Walrich feel pain. He couldn't figure out what was going on. "Salazar?" Slytherin said nothing, and Walrich could only let him hold him. He vaguely felt that Salazar and even Godric did not like him returning to Walrich Manor. Wallrich quietly thought over and over again, analyzing and analyzing again. The repulsive behavior of his friends should be regarded as... Similar to jealousy when a partner is snatched away? Like a child, when a friend has someone else who may be more important, he will feel unhappy. Although this conclusion was too... But the more Walrich thought about it, the more he felt that it was exactly the case. "Salazar, this is my home." Walrich raised his hand and patted Slytherin's back soothingly. His voice was gentle, like comforting an quarrelsome student. "It was Angora who raised me. If it weren't for him, maybe I would have gone to see Merlin in my stupid death-seeking behavior when I was a child." Feeling the arms tightening around him, Wallrich suppressed his urge to laugh and continued, "Angola is the most important person to me. I don't want to deceive you and deal with you. He is the most important." Slytherin loosened his shackles and opened some distance so that he could see Wolrich's face - peaceful with a slight smile. "Okay, I know saying this will make you... Angry? But Salazar, Angola is special, and you are special too. Don't let me choose one side between the two of you." "Terrible?" Walrich narrowed his eyes in thought and shook his head for a while, "It should be a Muggle term. Now, I can't remember what it means. Not to mention this, Salazar, this is my home, but it is not the place where I always live. Angola has a wife, and will have his own children in the future, a complete family, and he will stay in this family. And I also have you, so being by your side is my destination." Wolrich said the words gently and like a confession, and he didn't feel embarrassed or his heart beat faster at all. He was very calm; for him, this was just telling the truth. The expression of Slytherin who was accused was also indifferent, but the dark golden light rolling in his gray eyes revealed his uneasy mood. "Two days. In two days we will travel to the Muggle world." In response to Walrich's considerate decision, Slytherin directly hugged Walrich and entered the bathroom to take a bath together. When his self-control was greatly tested and his lower body stood proudly, Slytherin, who tightly closed his pair of dark golden snake eyes, just pulled Walrich's hand to wrap around his own burning desire, venting his desire in the fierce rhythm, and ruthlessly ravaged Walrich's lips, leaving bright purple kiss marks and bite marks on his thin and skinny body. For Slytherin's bloodthirsty and violent actions during love, Walrich could only blame the blood of the other party's magical creatures. However, looking at the marks on his neck in the mirror, Walrich still couldn't help but leave bite marks on the other person's same place. "This is only fair." With Slytherin's shoulder and neck in his mouth, Walrich, who gradually became more outgoing and less self-restrained, nibbled on it without hesitation until the taste of blood filled his mouth, then he loosened his teeth and licked his masterpiece with the tip of his tongue. Slytherin, who had his hands wrapped around Walrich's back, generously allowed the other party to retaliate. Even the object that had just been vented and was still in a semi-hard state became more motivated again and poked Walrich's lower abdomen to remind him of its existence. "Luther." The hoarse voice was full of forbearing sexiness. Walrich, who stopped and raised his head, looked at Slytherin, who was still calm at this time, and suddenly stepped away from him and stood by the door, "Salazar, most people in Muggle society do not accept the existence of homosexuality, so be careful when traveling. You can't kill all the Muggles, so you can't expose the existence of our wizards. It's almost meal time, you can handle it yourself, I will go out first." After saying that, he pulled up the towel on one side, stepped back and closed the bathroom door. When he reacted to what Walrich said to "deal with it," Slytherin did not chase him out. Leaning against the wall and holding his hot "iron pestle", Slytherin's mind flashed back to what he saw, tasted and felt in Luther's room in Hogwarts, on that bed, Luther's forbearing expression that made him unable to resist the cruelty, the body that made him bite the mark subconsciously, and the tight vagina that made him enjoy the ultimate pleasure. After bathing under the shower head to wash away the turbid whiteness on his hands, Slytherin touched the bite marks left by Walrich in front of the mirror and slowly raised a faint smile. Although Salazar Slytherin never had to be patient and act casually, he did not mind being considerate of his partner's physical condition and causing him some "pain". Because once the opponent is healthy, he will make up for it again and again without giving in. In the living room, Walrich, who had changed into a turtleneck shirt, passed Gryffindor and sat on another sofa under Gryffindor's lewd smile, and calmly pulled up his collar. Although it was nothing to him, if Angola saw... Without allowing him to think too much, a heavy kick on the door alerted everyone in the room, and the house elves also appeared in the living room with a few clatters. "Luther!" The man standing at the door put down his legs and rushed in to hug Walrich on the sofa. The tight hug and slight trembling of the body expressed the man's excitement. "Angola, I'm back." Walrich also raised his hand and hugged his brother, his voice was cheerful and gentle. Gryffindor narrowed his eyes at this scene, and turned his head to see Slytherin who must have walked into the living room. The other person's indifferent expression did not change much. Gryffindor, who was extremely sensitive to magic, happily noticed the unstable magic power around him.

Well, I don't quite understand some parts. Aren't there five people on the Hogwarts contract? Why are there only four left at the end? Well, actually I'm looking forward to Dumbledore's twisted expression when he sees that Luther is one of the founders, haha

Salazar... Don't you want to make up for all the years' worth? OTL make up... Little Luther won't mind... [Ah hey]

Bubbling I just want to get the book as soon as possible

Let it bubble up at the end.

Means... In fact, I am slightly paranoid... But in fact he is still a very warm person [Hide your face]

Ming Xin, can you please leave a message in Ming Xin's book? Just write: To dear Mingxin and sign your name, okay?