Glory To Slytherin

"For so many years, you are the first person who dared to pull my collar."

Ulysses suddenly smiled when he looked at the thick, hairy arm that was close at hand.

"What did you say?"

Giles froze for a moment. Alcohol interfered with his brain. It took him a long time to hear Ulysses' words. The expression on his face suddenly became savage. He just raised his other hand and wanted to give this person The kid punched and suddenly felt a huge force on his chest.

"Boom!"

Giles grabbed Ulysses’s collar with the hand that began to twist and deform, making him gritted his teeth and sweating like the rain. He resisted without yelling out in pain, but felt a heavy hammer on his chest. After a smash, the whole person was like a cannonball. He flew straight back, smashed out of the door, and hit the wall opposite the door, with his body slightly embedded in it.

Cecil covered his mouth in horror and made no sound.

Ulysses made a move with his right hand. Giles' body was pulled out from the wall, floating on the ground, and when he struggled to raise his head, he saw that his eyes were dark, and one of Ulysses’ leather boots had already been stepped on. On his head, with his right elbow resting on his knee, he said with a smile:

"Can you speak well now?"

"You little beast... don't let me get up, otherwise..."

Giles' head was stepped on, his left face was on the cold floor, and his limbs were struggling wildly on the ground. However, his body couldn't even move up a few inches. It seemed that there was a barrier pressing him to the ground.

"Then don't get up."

Ulysses curled his lips and said, looking at Cecil and smiling.

"Sorry, Cecil Big sis, it seems to scare you."

"Gerard... who are you..."

Cecil involuntarily pressed his bathrobe tightly, and his voice trembled.

"Wizard. Doesn't it feel a bit familiar?"

Ulysses sat back on the wooden chair again, talking casually, anyway, he would revise the memories of both of them later, and there was no need to hide it now.

"Wizard? Is there really a wizard..."

Cecil murmured to himself that the British are not unfamiliar with such mysterious wizard rumors, but few people would think that wizards really exist.

But the scene before her made her have to believe.

"Seeing is believing, Cecil Big sis. Can you tell me about this guy?"

Ulysses raised Tigils' head, ignoring his fire-breathing eyes.

"Good, good. But... can you let him go first?"

Cecil nodded and said hesitantly.

"Oh?"

Ulysses raised his brows, his eyes a little puzzled.

"He...Although he is a villain, he has helped me before."

Cecil took a deep breath and said slowly, "When I first arrived in this place, crowding and persecution were everywhere. Because I was...somewhat pretty, and my conception hadn't changed so fast at that time...It was almost impossible to move at that time. And apart from this, I don’t know where there is a place for me..."

"At that time, Giles helped me by helping me find a place to live. The house now gives me a firm foothold... Although his motives are the same as those of the men outside..."

Ulysses nodded clearly, glanced at Giles on the ground, and lifted his foot.

Giles roared and quickly got up from the ground, but as soon as his fists were clenched, he heard the little devil who looked like a student of Damn it smiled and said:

"If you dare to act rashly, it will not be so easy to punish."

Giles' fist was tense, the joints were all red, but he still didn't have the courage to swing out.

After being hit like that, his alcohol-shielded brain became a little more sober, pointing at Cecil and said viciously:

"Bitch, I helped you so much, so do you return me with this?"

"Snapped!"

The air seemed to congeal into a big hand, and he slapped his face severely, and his right cheek quickly swelled.

"Slap a slap in the face, think clearly before speaking."

Ulysses added with a smile.

Cecil shivered at what Giles said, with an angry expression on his face, pointing to him and said:

"Don't think I don't know your dirty thoughts! I let you go just now. What happened?"

Giles snorted coldly, just about to say something, but when he saw Ulysses on the side, he swallowed the words abruptly and could only turn around angrily, preparing to run away.

Hell, this kid said he was a wizard, although Giles didn't believe it very much, but the power just now was too evil and made him feel a little hairy.

At the same time, he was already wondering how much money should be exchanged with this information.

But he found that his own leg was the same as the lead, and he couldn't lift it at all.

"Wait later, don't worry."

Ulysses said, "Cecile Big sis, what do you want to do with him?"

"...Forget it, Gerald, let him go."

Cecil hesitated for a moment and smiled sadly, "I know, you must look down on me very much from the bottom of your heart, but I have no money, no other skills, not to have magical abilities like your wizards... All I can do is Stay alive. Although Giles is also a bastard, but..."

"I see."

Ulysses nodded noncommitantly, took out his wand, and said to Giles, "Forget it!"

A wisp of silver mist floated from the tip of Ulysses' wand, and penetrated into Giles's mind in the horrified eyes. It didn't take long before his eyes were blank.

Ulysses erased his memory tonight, and the method was a bit rough. After all, he didn't have the patience to use how elaborate the forgetting spell on this person. As for any sequelae, it would be a lesson tonight.

Giles lost his eyes and walked out in a daze. Ulysses had planted the idea of ​​where to go back and forth in his mind. At this time, he staggered towards the broken tavern where he hadn't been long.

"Gerald, are you revising his memory..."

Cecil said cautiously, listening to Ulysses's spells, and you could faintly guess what he was doing.

Ulysses nodded: "Don't worry, he won't remember what happened here tonight."

"The next thing to be modified is me..."

Cecil bit his lip, his eyes begging, "Don't modify my memory...I don't want to forget tonight..."

Ulysses hesitated, shook his head firmly, and raised his wand.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that he was determined, Cecil got up and walked to him, embraced him in his arms with open arms, and murmured, "Let me hold him for a while. It will be fine in a while."

A sweet fragrance penetrated into Ulysses' nostrils, and the slippery feeling on his chest made him a little moved.

After a long time, Cecil reluctantly took a few steps to retreated, and said with a strong smile:

"Okay, come on."

A few minutes later, Cecil was lying on the small bed, his face calm and sleeping soundly.

Ulysses glanced back at her and left the dilapidated room.

When he walked away, Cecil suddenly opened his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

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