Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

As soon as the crown reached the top of his head, the portraits on the wall in the office all stood up and looked at Iger with bright eyes.

"What do you feel?" Phineas asked while looking at Iger.

"A clear mind?" Dai Lisi smiled cheerfully.

"Could it be that a large amount of knowledge was instilled into your head?" The old pedant Armando looked at Iger expectantly.

"Emmm..." Iger pinched his chin and felt it carefully, then he 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 Iger with big eyes.

Dementor: "???"

Dumbledore looked at Iger blankly, wondering for a while, the legend is the opposite? Does this crown make people stupid?

"I just want to see if there will be any magical effect, don't look at me like that..." Iger smacked his lips, picked up the crown above his head and shook it: "It doesn't seem to have much feeling, but there is an inexplicable feeling of blessing to the soul. ...This thing can't be fake, right?"

"No, it's true..." Slytherin laughed, not knowing whether it was Iger's stupidity or what.

"Extraordinary money is the most precious wealth of mankind..." Iger muttered: "No problem..."

Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at Iger with a pained face: "Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings! You are a human who is more greedy than a goblin..."

"Calm down, no one doesn't like money..." Iger licked his face and said indifferently: "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 is only equal to wisdom in your eyes, then obviously you are not even qualified to wear a crown."

"Haha...Although I don't have the qualifications to wear it...but do you believe I can destroy it?" Iger sneered and looked at Slytherin, the wand in his hand twirling slightly.

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

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, how does this thing work?" Iger fiddled with the crown in his hands curiously.

"Felicity, you know?" Slytherin looked at Iger.

"Not only do I know, I've also drank it..." Iger smiled.

"People are accustomed to calling the Flux a lucky potion, but in fact, Flux has nothing to do with luck." Slytherin explained in a flat voice.

"It's impossible. What I do after drinking the elixir depends on my intuition, how could it have nothing to do with luck?" Iger pouted.

"Mr. Slytherin is right about Iger..." Dumbledore whispered softly in his ear: "The Flux is indeed unrelated to luck. The role of Flux is to greatly increase people's sensitivity to various things, and also Judging external information, and improving your abilities in various aspects, such as social skills, magic use, or reaction skills..."

"Meaning, it has nothing to do with luck at all?" Iger blinked at Dumbledore.

"Looks like the Potions class is really not suitable for you..." Dumbledore sighed leisurely: "God, Snape will cry..."

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

Blinking his eyes, Iger looked calm, and silently shoved the crown into his arms: "Let's give the dementor a sip of the gold cup too, shall we?"

"..."

"Wow... This child is more greedy than a goblin..." Phineas looked at Iger in shock.

Iger felt that he was not greedy, but at most was a little curious and wanted everything he saw.

This should be considered collectivism, not greed...

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

"This is really not..." Iger spread his hands helplessly: "No one spoke to me, and no one asked me if you wanted to really live. At most, it can only be regarded as a relatively transparent thinking..."

"Besides, the time doesn't match, I think you should know that Lady Helena once stole his mother's crown, which also led to Ravenclaw's final gloomy death. Judging from the time, there should be no time at all. There is an inheritance in the crown." Dumbledore's voice was slightly low: "Where the crown is for thousands of years has been a mystery until Iger turned it over..."

It can be seen that Slytherin is a little disappointed, and the thought of wanting to see the old man for thousands of years has washed his heart like a tide.

"Then look at the golden cup, what about the golden cup?" Slytherin looked at Iger eagerly.

"Here, open!" Iger hissed, picked up the gold cup and put it next to the dementor's mask, the dementor sucked, and another stray soul disappeared under the dementor's mask, followed by Sucks like jelly...

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

"Helgar used to make food utensils for elves. There is a lot of space inside, and it can hold a lot of food. No matter how long it is stored, it will not deteriorate..." Slytherin looked at Iger's hand eagerly. Gold Cup.

"Hey~" Iger put the gold cup in front of him and looked in with his eyes open and closed: "Ms. Hufflepuff, are you in there?"

For a long time, there was no sound in the room. Iger turned the golden cup over and threw it down hard: "Hey~ Is there anyone in there??"

Slytherin's eyes quickly dimmed, looking extremely lost.

Facing the strange eyes in the room, Iger casually shoved the golden cup into his arms: "It seems that there is no..."

"And then there's Gryffindor's sword..." Iger grabbed the Sorting Hat and reached in. In a flash, he took out a silver sword, flicked it lightly on the sword, and put the sword to his ear. Iger's cautious and somewhat cheap voice sounded: "Gryffindor? Are you there?"

"..."

Slytherin gave Iger a strange look, then turned to look at the Sorting Hat and roared roughly: "Are there only these three clues?"

"I'm here... only these three..." The Sorting Hat shrugged to avoid Slytherin's eyes: "You only gave me part of your personality, but you don't have the memory of your past, so I can't do anything, oh ...don't look at me like that, I'm a sorting hat..."

Facing Dumbledore's direct gaze, Iger was too embarrassed to put the sword into his arms. In fact, it was of little use. Where the sword is depends on where the Sorting Hat is, that is, in the goblin's vault. , it will disappear when it should disappear.

"You also saw that it's not that I'm not helping you, but that I really can't do anything..." Iger patted the seamless stretch bag on his chest. Today's harvest is very big, and it's impossible to say that you're not happy.

"But since you said that, ordinary wizards will leave their own marks, so maybe these two things will be used when, so I will keep them on my body first, in case they are needed." Iger looked at with a smile. Slytherin said.

Until Iger swayed away with the dementor by the neck, the principal's room became quiet again. For a long time, Evra in the portrait burst into laughter, looking at the puzzled eyes around him, Evra was happy. He looked at Dumbledore.

"Maybe that little egg should be the headmaster one day, and his plucking temper may lead Hogwarts to glory..."

Suddenly there was a lot of laughter in the house.

Slytherin eventually stayed in the principal's office. I have to say that the news about the portrait of Slytherin came from the portraits in the principal's room, and then from the portraits in the castle to the ears of the students. This process was completely. 's set off 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 going crazy, and they are floating when they walk...

Even Snape couldn't bear the strong curiosity, so he made a random excuse and went to the headmaster's office to visit his former headmaster...

When Snape saw the eighteen-year-old boy in the portrait, his eyes were very strange~www.NovelMTL.com~ So he made another excuse and left.

On the other hand, seeing the portrait of Slytherin appearing a thousand years later, the little lions of Gryffindor are not calm, and they all surround Iger, hoping that Iger can find Gryffindor too.

A group of lion cubs arguing with each other bothered Iger until Iger asked them with a smile if they wanted to send them to see Gryffindor in person.

"Is that really Salazar Slytherin?" Hermione asked quietly, sitting next to Iger, her eyes full of curiosity that couldn't be concealed.

"A portrait, at most, is given a little more by personality and memory, and it is not the person. What's so strange, there are so many portraits in the castle from a thousand years ago, and the portrait of Sir Cadogan has existed for more than two thousand years. , that painting a thousand years ago is an old antique. I heard that he once rode his pony and used a broken wand to smash the dragon..." Iger was a little disapproving, and Iger was more concerned than the portrait of Slytherin. It is the memory of himself in the Slytherin portrait. ①

It is said that an old man in a family is like a treasure. When this old man has existed for a thousand years, throwing away his wisdom, he can also sell for a good antique price...