Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger swears that he has been at Hogwarts for two years, and he basically knows the portraits in the castle, but he has never seen the boy.

"Who... who are you?" Iger squinted at the portrait on the wall. If I remember correctly, this is a landscape painting. Occasionally, one or two women in the painting come here for a picnic.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you are a little too shameless, Morriss... Professor?" The boy teased with a slightly magnetic voice, sounding a little lazy.

"Should I set fire to a portrait of unknown origin like this?" Iger muttered to himself while pinching his chin.

"Don't say such horrible things to yourself, I have no ill intentions..." The boy waved his hands hastily: "Besides, I can go to any portrait in the castle, what's the use of burning this one..."

"Oh...?" Iger muttered incessantly: "This reminds me, I wanted to throw these portraits out for a long time..."

"Hey, you're such an asshole..." The boy looked angry.

"Who are you...?" Iger turned to look at the boy on the portrait with a serious expression. The portrait world of Hogwarts is like a local area network. Except for people who have their own portraits elsewhere, few people's portraits can come in.

"Huh...?" The boy looked at Iger with a half-smiling smile: "Iger Morriss... occupied the castle we left behind, killed the baby snake I raised, and even planned to capture my last bloodline, now you actually And who am I?"

"Salazar Slytherin?" Iger stared at the boy in front of him in surprise. After a long while, Iger curled his lips slightly: "Tsk...not as handsome as me..."

"I knew you were a bastard, but I didn't expect you to be such a bastard..." Slytherin twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Iger looked at the portrait in front of him in disbelief, hissing in his mouth, and the obscure Parselmouth blurted out: "Is it true? It's a lie..."

"If it's fake!" The answer to him was also a Parseltongue...

It turned out to be true!

"You... What the **** are you?" Iger looked at the boy in the portrait curiously.

"As you can see, I'm a portrait." Slytherin bowed slightly, looking like a little gentleman.

I have to say that Slytherin is really good-looking, but she is a little feminine, and if she is a student, it is estimated that she will fascinate a large group of girls.

The portrait in the magical world is a very magical thing. As long as you draw a portrait that uses magic, it will form a part of the entire portrait world. They can be connected with each other and even have independent thinking.

Of course, this is not something that everyone can paint. Only those who have enough strength to imprint their own personality and memory are qualified to paint their own portraits, and not all portraits can be connected.

But at least since Iger entered the magic world, the only immortals I have ever seen are these portraits...

"The name is signed on the Hogwarts land deed, and I will appear in the castle. This is a little trick I played." Slytherin looked at Iger with a smile.

"Dumbledore has seen you?" Iger looked curiously at the boy in the portrait in front of him.

"No, the point I'm going to tell you is that out of respect for our founders, no one else's name was ever signed on the Hogwarts title deed, and successive headmasters have chosen to keep Hogwarts management over ownership. , this is the first time I have met you so shameless..." Slytherin's mouth was slightly raised: "But that old man did realize my existence, he is one of the best people I have ever met, just like Ge Like Derek."

Is that so? Iger blinked, so why did Dumbledore give the castle to himself so indifferently?

Feelings come and there is no name on the title deed at all? As long as there is management of Hogwarts, the school is the same everywhere!

"So... do you have anything to do with me?" Iger poked at the portrait, Slytherin frowned and avoided Iger's cheap claws, looking at Iger with some displeasure.

"I'm just curious, about your curiosity." Slytherin looked at Iger with interest: "Because of the contract on the land deed, there have been some soul-related exchanges between the two of us. Of course, I'm just a personality. No soul...I've never seen a soul as strong as yours, as if...others are twice as strong..."

Iger's heart tightened, and then he relaxed slightly.

He didn't care whether Slytherin knew about his time travel, anyway, he had already hinted to Dumbledore almost, and he was about to tell Dumbledore face to face that he had traveled outside of the story.

As for the Slytherin in front of you, do you know if it has anything to do with it?

"You came... just to tell me this?" Iger looked at Slytherin inexplicably and asked with some doubts.

"Of course not, I just regret it, you should enter our Slytherin..." Slytherin muttered, and seemed to be a little worried about Iger's branch: "Sleek, clever, clever, and understands people's hearts, There is no shortage of talent, and there is no lack of bravery, there is no more suitable Slytherin than you, unfortunately, for a Muggle-born girl..."

"Aren't you...a racist? I don't even know who my parents are." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth. It was hard to imagine that the typical adolescent boy in front of him would be one of the legendary Hogwarts four thousand years ago. the existence of one.

"Who said I was a racist?" Slytherin sneered: "Helgar, Godric, Rowena, which of them have no Muggle blood? They all say that I am pure blood, but what was it a thousand years ago? Times? At that time, Muggles massacred wizards and arrested wizards on a large scale. The whole of Europe was shrouded in the strange theory of Muggles. Wizards were all in danger, and once there was a child in a Muggle family who found a gift for magic, they would Sent out by the Muggles as undercover, hoping to find the magic world, if it is you, are you willing to recruit those children?"

"Besides, in our era, Muggle-born children meant excellence, and facts have proved that Muggle-born children are indeed excellent..." Slytherin said softly.

Iger nodded thoughtfully. Slytherin was right. According to history, the situation a thousand years ago was worse than what he said.

"But as long as they are my students, I will treat them equally. This is an unquestionable point for me as a teacher and founder of Hogwarts." Slytherin raised his chin proudly and stood with a noble demeanor. Iger vaguely saw a trace of Malfoy's body, but the difference was that one of the two's nobility was in the form, and the other was in the bones.

"That basilisk..." Iger frowned at Slytherin.

"I really put it there. Of course, I just wanted to keep a pet at first, but you know, my reputation has not been very good..." Slytherin smiled awkwardly: "Even a thousand years ago, Basilisks are very rare things, and I am a Parseltonian, Iger, you should understand me, no one can resist the temptation to talk to pets, even a basilisk, even if it is now crooked..."

Iger nodded in agreement...

"Unfortunately, that period was when I was in a cold war with them, so... a misunderstanding arose..." Slytherin sighed slightly, squinting slightly and looking at Iger seriously: "I want to emphasize One thing is, I have my share of this castle, and we started this school, and I, Salazar Slytherin, put all my heart and passion into it, and endangering students is always a What I cannot tolerate, no matter what the blood of that student is..."

Iger looked at Slytherin at a loss. Could he be a fake from Gryffindor?

This kind of righteousness is really not suitable for Slytherin...

"Emmm... You are younger than I... imagined." Iger looked at Slytherin and nodded awkwardly. The boy in front of him looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Saying he was Slytherin was a bit of a drama.

"Apart from narcissistic teenagers, who would be free to paint their own portraits..." Slytherin nodded stiffly, and it seemed that he was not willing to bring up this topic.

Iger remembered the old monkey-like statue in the secret room, and looked at Slytherin with some suspicion.

Shouldn't he be using beauty? Anyway, it's a painting, it's not up to him to decide what to paint...

However, based on the history Iger knows so far, what Slytherin just said should not lie to him.

For Slytherin, whether it is the history of the school or the history of magic, the evaluation of him has always been a person who is responsible to students, serious, and has a sense of justice. The rating is not so high.

So the point about leaving basilisks to kill Muggle-born students should be a false statement by later generations.

Although he did leave a basilisk...

If the legend is true, then this should be the case too:

Not long after the quarrel, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff: "You racist, we don't play with you!"

"Hey, hey, I'm obviously doing it for your own good, but you still ostracize me, the dog bites people's hearts, and you don't know Lu Dongbin! Hey..." Slytherin rubbed his eyes and cried so hard that it was raining: "Wow...I I want to run away from home! I tell you, I have a big monster, and sooner or later I will let it bite you, and even take the students you recruited to bite and wash, huh huh..."

After that, Slytherin ran away with his luggage and crying.

After running out for two miles, Slytherin squatted at the entrance of the village and looked at the gate of Hogwarts, sniffling and gritting his teeth.

Why hasn't that bastard, Godric, come to see me?

Half an hour later, Slytherin looked at the door of Hogwarts with tears in his eyes, woo woo woo, they didn't come to me, wow... I'm going to run away from home...

Then on the other side, the three of Gryffindor ran around the world by the fireplace: "Where did that kid go?"

The inexplicable joy in the picture, Iger shook his head, and threw these unreliable brain supplements out of his brain, but I don’t know why, if the rationality of the matter is considered, Iger thinks what he thinks is probably very true. yes...

This is so embarrassing...

Slytherins are dead and arrogant, this is a point that history has proven, whether it is Phineas who is 'indifferent' to Sirius, Professor Slughorn who is subtle and euphemistic, or hates Harry to death However, he refused to identify Harry's Draco Malfoy, or he loved Snape, the dog licking his mouth like a man.

History will only silently record their second-hand behavior, so that future generations will see the stories of their predecessors and hold watermelons and say it is really fragrant...

"I regret it, about our past..." Slytherin looked at the field in the portrait behind him with a distant look: "If I could have taken a step back, then I would not have lost my most precious wealth..."

"I have a hunch that I should run away when I hear this..." Iger looked at the portrait in front of him with strange eyes and muttered softly.

"I want to ask you one thing, Iger..." Sure enough, Slytherin's voice sounded.

"I don't listen, I don't listen!" Iger covered his ears, turned and swishly ran away, Slytherin stood in the portrait and looked at Iger's back with a messy face.

Only a fool should listen, if you guess correctly, you must do something for him yourself, and it will definitely not be so easy...

However, Iger still underestimated Slytherin's persistence. The young man hurriedly walked in the portraits looking for Iger's figure. Iger stepped on the ever-changing stairs and ran around.

No stairway would let the owner step on the air without opening his eyes, so that Iger ran unobstructed all the way, and unknowingly ran to the door of the room of responsiveness.

Hurrying around the door, Iger looked at the slowly emerging door on the wall and plunged his head in.

"I shouldn't be able to find me this time?" Iger looked at the door slowly disappearing behind him with a comfortable expression.

"Iger, I need your help..." Slytherin's voice sounded, Iger turned around with his eyes wide open, and in a somewhat broken photo frame behind him, Slytherin looked at Iger softly.

"How did you get in?" Iger stared at Slytherin.

"I am a part of the castle, or the real administrator of the castle." Slytherin smiled softly: "I am a personality left by Salazar Slytherin, a long-cherished wish, a regret, I have All his emotions, unfortunately I don't have a soul, I'm just a portrait of him in his youth, a carrier of memory and an expression of his personality."

"You exist in the title deed, so...the castle is yours?" Iger looked at Slytherin suspiciously.

"The four of us co-founded the castle, but the title deed is indeed mine..." Slytherin looked at Iger with a smile: "You know, Godric is an alcoholic and a poor man, and Rowena is greedy for money. Mother dragon, Helga's background is not prominent."

Ok…

I sighed with some melancholy, Iger also accepted his fate, as long as he was still in this castle, he would inevitably be entangled by him.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Iger looked at the boy in the dilapidated portrait in front of him helplessly spread his hands~www.NovelMTL.com~Any capable wizard will keep his personality when he was alive for future generations Looking up, even Godric and the others are no exception. Although they are not afraid of death, they still have some vanity. I want to... see them again..." Slytherin looked at Iger with some prayer: "I have already I've waited for a thousand years... Hogwarts doesn't become someone's fixed property, and the treaty on the title deed is only for while you're alive, which means I might have to wait a long, long time if you die one day..."

"You mean, maybe the other three founders will have a portrait like you or something else?" Iger pinched his chin and looked at Slytherin.

"Yes..." Slytherin looked at Iger and nodded.

"Don't make trouble, it's been a thousand years old man, how did you ask me to find it?" Iger looked at the portrait in front of him, "It's not realistic at all, and the one left by Ravenclaw is most likely attached to it. The crown with her personality has been made into a Horcrux by your good descendants. I have seen Gryffindor's sword. There is nothing surprising about the goblin's creation, but it is sharp. As for Hufflepuff's gold cup, it has also become I was harmed by your good descendants, what did you ask me to find? The bones and scum are all rotten..."