Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Slytherin looked at the broken hat in front of him, his eyelids twitching, and he regretted why he didn't ask Rowena to draw a wand for him when he drew the portrait...

"But I remember that this painting of yours was drawn by Rowena for you. To be honest, neither you nor Godric are very good with your hands. Painting is really not suitable for you..." The Sorting Hat continued to ramble. chanting.

"To get to the point, you should have some guesses, right?" Slytherin looked at the hat in front of him dissatisfied.

"Sword, crown, golden cup." The Sorting Hat was unambiguous and directly expressed his thoughts.

"In fact, I feel that they should not be so vague. If these things are really true, Voldemort should have discovered it long ago..." Egg turned his head and looked at Dumbledore. "What do you think, Professor?"

"I can't say for sure. In my opinion, the only thing about Voldemort that makes me think highly of him is black magic. In this aspect, even I dare not say that he knows more than him. As for alchemy, According to you, Iger is just a scumbag." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, "If he can make the Mirror of Erised spin around, how can you expect him to be so good?"

"Besides..." Dumbledore thought, "I think the reason why Voldemort collects these things is just because of the symbolic meaning of the items themselves. As for the actual use of these things, I don't think he cares..."

"Then the question is, if we want to verify it, we need to get out Voldemort's soul without destroying the Horcrux, but there seems to be no good way at the moment..." Egg looked at the portrait on the wall and spread his hands.

Slytherin was also a little helpless. Although he knew about Horcruxes, to be honest, he was very dismissive of such things.

People with broader horizons are more disdainful of immortality. There is no free lunch in the world. Everyone knows this truth.

So this also leads to the fact that even Slytherin has no good solution.

"Split souls..." Dumbledore sighed slightly with emotion. "Even now, I can't help but be surprised by his achievements."

"When it comes to the soul level, I think there is some way." Dai Lisi in the portrait on the wall shook her head helplessly. "This is a forbidden area for the living. Humans cannot touch it. Even wizards are powerless..."

Slytherin's face looked a little slumped, but he was still calm. Thousands of years of waiting had made him surprisingly patient, of course, as long as he wasn't facing a poisonous egg.

"It involves the soul...the restricted area of ​​the living...cannot be touched by humans..." Egg muttered with some confusion, "I always feel like I want to forget something, it's on the edge of my mouth, but I can't remember..."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, with a slight smile on his lips. The Slytherin expression on the wall suddenly became excited, "Dementor!"

"Yes! Dementors..." Egger suddenly laughed meaningfully.

After a while, the dementor in the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom was carried by Egg to the principal's office by his neck.

"I'm going to treat you to a big dinner today, are you happy?" Egg looked at the hood of the black robe in his hand with a smile.

The dementor was shivering uneasily and whimpering. Egg looked confused, but it didn't matter. Egg didn't intend to say too much to him. He looked at the crown placed on the table by Dumbledore. , Egg pointed at the crown, "As soon as the stuff comes out, you will suck it out immediately. If you can't suck it out, I will let the students suck you out, do you understand?"

A silver-white phoenix stood on Dumbledore's shoulder. He looked at the Dementor in Egg's hand with a dull expression, and let out a strange and terrifying gasp. The Dementor looked at Dumbledore and nodded slowly, but The movements look so stiff.

Slytherin looked at the dementors in front of him expectantly. To be honest, this was the first time he had a good impression of a dementor...

Egg turned to look at the crown and hissed "Open it!"

With a 'boom', a large black fog filled the air from the crown. Egger suddenly threw the Dementor in his hand towards the crown. "Go! Dementor Hill!"

The dementor suddenly jumped into the black mist, lifted the mask on his face, and a big hole opened up on his face covered with blood scabs, and he aimed at the crown and kissed it.

Egger only saw a small, dim light point in the crown 'swish' into the Dementor's mouth, and then the black mist disappeared instantly...

"It's over?" Egg turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"It looks like this..." Dumbledore looked at the Dementor in front of him expressionlessly, and Iger stepped forward to pick up the crown. The Dementor floated quietly beside Iger, with a trembling look that made people laugh. People feel sad.

Damn it, is that really okay? Egg looked confused as he fiddled with the crown in his hand.

"Would you... try it on?" Egger handed the crown to Dumbledore in line with his traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Dumbledore "..."

Fox is right, this guy is a devil, right?

"If there is nothing wrong with me wearing it, then I will put it away." Dumbledore glanced at Iger with a smile in his light blue eyes, stretched out his hand to take the crown, and then saw Iger casually put it away. A golden crown was placed on his head.

"How can you let an old man do such a dangerous thing? Let me do it..." Iger looked upright and kind, and said without thinking.

As soon as the crown reached their heads, the portraits on the walls of the office immediately stood up and looked at Egg with bright eyes.

"How...how do you feel?" Phineas looked at Egg eagerly and asked.

"A clear mind?" Dai Lisi smiled cheerfully.

"Is it possible that a lot of knowledge has been poured into your head?" Armando, an old scholar, looked at Egger expectantly.

"e..." Egg held his chin and felt it carefully, then raised his hands above his head and shouted, "Come out! Shenlong!"

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the office, and a group of portraits stared at Egg with big eyes and small eyes.

Dementors "???"

Dumbledore looked at Egg blankly, wondering in his heart, is the legend reversed? Can this crown make people stupid?

"I just want to see if there will be any magical effect. Don't look at me like that..." Egg smacked his lips, picked up the crown on his head and shook it, "It seems... I don't feel much, but I feel an inexplicable blessing to my soul... Could this thing be fake?"

"No, it's true..." Slytherin burst out laughing, not sure whether he was laughing at Egg's stupidity or something else.

"Extraordinary money is the most precious wealth of mankind..." Egg muttered, "There's nothing wrong with it..."

Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at Egg with pain on his face, "Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind! You, a human being who is more greedy than a goblin..."

"Calm down, no one doesn't like money..." Iger licked his face and said nonchalantly, "So, the legend is false? This thing can't increase people's wisdom?"

"It depends on your understanding of wisdom." Slytherin raised his chin indifferently. "If wisdom only equals intelligence in your eyes, then obviously you are not even qualified to wear a crown."

"Haha... Although I am not qualified to wear it... but do you believe that I can destroy it?" Egg looked at Slytherin with a sneer, and the tip of the wand in his hand was spinning slightly.

"Are you a devil?" Slytherin looked at Egg with some collapse.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how to use this thing?" Egger curiously fiddled with the crown in his hand.

"Elixir of Fortune, you know?" Slytherin looked at Egg.

"Not only do I know, I also drank it..." Iger chuckled.

"People are accustomed to calling Felicity Potion a lucky potion, but in fact, Felicity Potion has nothing to do with luck." Slytherin explained in a calm voice.

"This is impossible. What I did after drinking the Felixir was all based on intuition. How could it have nothing to do with luck?" Egg curled his lips.

"Mr. Slytherin is right, Egg..." Dumbledore whispered softly in his ears, "The Felixir does have nothing to do with luck. The function of Felixir is to greatly increase people's sensitivity to various things, and Judgment of external information, and improve your abilities in various aspects, such as social skills, magic use ability or reaction ability..."

"You mean, it has nothing to do with luck at all?" Egg blinked and looked at Dumbledore.

"It seems that the Potions course is not suitable for you..." Dumbledore sighed leisurely, "God, Snape will cry..."

"Roena's crown, you can think of it as a permanent elixir, understand?" Slytherin looked at Egg and said.

Blinking his eyes, Egg looked calm and quietly stuffed the crown into his arms. "Shall we give the dementors a sip from the gold cup?"

"..."

"Wow...this kid is more greedy than a goblin..." Phineas looked at Egg in shock.

Iger feels that he is not greedy. At most, he is a little curious and wants everything he sees.

This should be regarded as collecting addiction, not greed...

"Is there any message in the crown?" Slytherin looked at Egg eagerly.

"There is really no such thing..." Iger spread his hands helplessly, "No one spoke to me and no one asked me if I want to truly live. At best, I can only think that I have a clear mind..."

"Besides, the time doesn't match up. I think you should know that Ms. Helena once stole his mother's diadem, which also led to Ravenclaw's final melancholy death. Judging from time, there should be no time left. The inheritance is left in the crown." Dumbledore's voice was slightly low. "The whereabouts of this crown has been a mystery for thousands of years, until Iger turned it out..."

It could be seen that Slytherin was a little disappointed, and the desire to see his old friend again for thousands of years washed through his heart like a tide.

"Then let's take a look at the gold cup. Where is the gold cup?" Slytherin looked at Egg eagerly.

"Here, open it!" Iger hissed, picked up the gold cup and put it next to the Dementor's mask. The Dementor sucked it away, and another wisp of incomplete soul disappeared under the Dementor's mask, followed by It's like sucking jelly...

"What is this thing for?" Egg looked at Slytherin curiously.

"Helga originally made the container for the elves to hold food. It has a large space inside and can hold a lot of food. It will not go bad no matter how long it is left..." Slytherin looked at the container in Egg's hand eagerly. Gold cup.

"Hey~" Egg placed the golden cup in front of him and looked inside with his eyes open and closed. "Ms. Hufflepuff, are you in there?"

For a long time, there was no sound at all in the room. Egger turned the golden cup over and shook it downwards vigorously. "Hey~ Is there anyone in there?"

Slytherin's eyes quickly dimmed, and he looked extremely disappointed.

Facing a room full of weird looks, Egger casually stuffed the golden cup into his arms, "It looks like there's nothing in it..."

"Then there's Gryffindor's sword..." Iger grabbed the Sorting Hat and reached in. In an instant, he took out a shining silver sword, flicked it gently on the sword, and put the sword to his ear. Egger's cautious and somewhat mean voice sounded, "Gryffindor? Are you there?"

"..."

Slytherin glanced at Egg with a strange look, then turned to look at the Sorting Hat and yelled rudely, "Are these three clues the only ones?"

"I only have these three here..." The Sorting Hat shrugged and avoided Slytherin's gaze. "You just gave me part of your personality, but you don't have the memory of your past, so I can't do anything about it, oh... Don't look at me like that, I'm just a hat in charge of the sorting..."

Facing Dumbledore's direct gaze, Egger finally had the nerve to stuff the sword into his arms. In fact, it was of little use. Where the sword was depends on where the Sorting Hat was, which was to put it in the goblin's vault. , it will also disappear when it should disappear.

"As you can see, it's not that I don't help you, but that I really can't do anything..." Egg patted the traceless stretch bag on his chest. He gained a lot today. It's impossible to say he's unhappy.

"But since you said that ordinary wizards will leave their own marks, then these two things may be used at some time, so I will keep them with me in case of emergency." Egg looked at it with a smile. Slytherin said.

It wasn't until Egger strangled the dementor and left, the principal's room became quiet again. After a long time, Evra burst into laughter in the portrait. Looking at the puzzled eyes around him, Evra was happy. He looked at Dumbledore.

"Perhaps that little egg should be made the principal one day. His temperament that flies like a goose may lead Hogwarts to glory..."

The room suddenly burst into laughter.

Slytherin finally stayed in the principal's office. It has to be said that the news about Slytherin's portrait spread from the mouths of the portraits in the principal's room, and then from the portraits in the castle to the ears of the students. This process was thorough It caused a storm, and all the students in the school wanted to see what the giants looked like thousands of years ago.

The Slytherin students are so crazy that they are almost floating when they walk...

Even Snape couldn't bear his strong curiosity. He just found an excuse and went to the principal's office to visit his former deans...

When Snape saw the eighteen-year-old boy in the portrait, his eyes were very strange, so he casually found an excuse to leave.

On the other side, seeing the portrait of Slytherin appearing a thousand years later, the little lions of Gryffindor were no longer calm. They all gathered around Iger, hoping that Iger could find Gryffindor too.

The quarrels among a group of little lions made Iger very annoyed. The enthusiasm didn't disappear until Iger smiled and asked them if they wanted to send them to see Gryffindor in person.

"Is that really Salazar Slytherin?" Hermione asked quietly as she sat next to Egg, her eyes full of unconcealable curiosity.

"A portrait is at best a reflection of personality and memory, and it is not the person. What's so surprising? There are so many portraits in the castle from thousands of years ago. Sir Cadogan's portrait has been around for more than two thousand years. , that painting a thousand years ago is an antique. I heard that he once rode his pony and poked the dragon with a broken wand..." Iger was somewhat disapproving. Compared to the portrait of Slytherin, Iger cared more about it. It's his own memory in the Slytherin portrait. 1

It is said that having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. When this old man has been around for a thousand years, even if he throws away his wisdom, he himself can be sold for a good price as an antique...

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