The little life of a platinum darling

"...Salazar..." Godric suddenly stopped walking forward, and after a moment of stunned, he turned his head and saw the portrait hanging on the wall while maintaining that silly expression.

"What do you want to do to my body?" Salazar sneered at him, but his black eyes turned to the other side without looking at the eyes of the person opposite.

Godric closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue to lick his parched lips, then took a deep breath: "Salazar, you know, I miss you so much..."

"You..." Salazar Slytherin felt speechless for a moment.Godric wasn't alone, no one was missed less than another in the past 1000 years.

"You said you wanted me to find it." Godric took out the crystal bottle in his pocket, "a mixture of Feathered Serpent's blood and Feathered Demon Serpent's venom. You know I spent the rest of my life on this. "

The person in the painting was silent for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "But what is the use of finding it now? It's all over, isn't it?"

"It's all over, but you and I are still here." Godric stared seriously into Salazar's eyes and said, "What you are willing to do for him, I can do for you too."

Salazar glanced around the room, then signaled Voldemort, who was standing aside, to leave with his eyes. Voldemort also noticed that the whole atmosphere was not right. As a wise man, he bowed to Slytherin quickly and standardly, then walked out of the room and closed the door gently.

"Of course it's easy for you to say now! I'll never forget Charlie Cole when he died. Never..." Of course I knew you would do anything for me, haven't I known you all these years?

"But aren't you the only one who can't forget?" Godric interrupted him. "Do you think I have suffered better than you for 1000 years? I have suffered for this for so long, and my pain will not A little less than yours. Even now, I often hallucinate and see his blood stained on my hands!" His voice even had a muffled cry, "I always thought I am very brave myself, but until now... I dare not open that room..."

"So? Why are you telling me this? Heh..." Salazar didn't know whether to cry or smile, "Show your confession? Everything has already happened. The person who killed Charlie Cole himself is You, what do you want me to say?"

"Father..." A tall young man dressed as a knight suddenly walked out of the castle behind Salazar, "What he means is that he doesn't want to torture you with you anymore, and in fact I don't want to see you anymore. Let you continue to miss the mistakes made thousands of years ago." The young man's blond hair brushed against Salazar's cheeks, and he leaned himself into Salazar's arms.

"Charlie Cole..." Salazar raised his hand to caress the young man's brilliant blond hair, but he stopped in mid-air and dared not let it go.

"Father, I never blamed you."

This sentence caused the tears in Salazar's eyes to flow out unbearably: "You have never entered my portrait. I thought you would never forgive me..."

"You have never been in my portrait, have you? We are all Slytherins, and my personality is like yours..." When Salazar wanted to explain something, he preempted the conversation, "I I don't mean to forgive him, but I don't want to watch you go on like this. He is right, we all know your character, and only he can lead you out of this dark circle. Father... I hope you To be able to be happy, you should be able to be happy."

Godric bypassed Cesar, who was dazed by their topic, and walked to the front of the portrait: "Salazar, I don't ask you to forgive me, but let's get this over with, okay? At least , after you die, your soul can return to the underworld instead of wandering in the image space created by magic. Rowena and Helga are waiting for you.

Salazar pursed his lips and looked at the children beside him and Godric who was frowning wryly outside the portrait. He was silent for a long time, but he still nodded.

On the platform of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the basilisk turned into its original size and nestled in the pool on one side. The largest portrait in the study was taken down and placed against the wall.Godric added his own blood into the crystal bottle, and began to draw the magic circle when the mixed liquid reached a full bottle.A few hours later, with blood on his fingers, Godric drew the last stroke of the circle.

It was a large magic circle filled with black and red lines of countless ancient magic patterns. In the center of the magic circle, Salazar's body that was originally lying in the secret room was lying flat there.The symbols of the magic circle surrounded him, and a steady stream of magic power slowly poured into his body.

Voldemort stood aside, following the instructions of Salazar, who was watching all this in the portrait, frowning, remembering Godric's gestures and the direction of the magic power.

Godric stood up, inspected all the details of the magic circle, and took a deep look at Salazar in the portrait, then stretched out his hands, and began to say the obscure magic pattern incantation.

The magic circle began to emit black and red dull light at the same time as he recited the mantra, until it slowly surrounded the entire hall.Cold sweat dripped down from Godric's forehead, the magic power in this body is still too little.

"Can you?" Feeling a slight tug, Sarah glanced at Godric, still unable to resist the worry in her heart, and asked.Although he knew it was useless to ask, Godric couldn't answer him when the magic circle was activated, if he persisted, he would succeed if he could not persist, and if he failed, they only had one chance. If they failed this time, it would probably be impossible to start over again pass.

Voldemort felt like he was dreaming today.Idiot Gildero?Lockhart is Godric?Gryffindor, founder of Gryffindor House.And I always thought it was just an ordinary portrait, which turned out to be the ancestor Salazar?Soul of Slytherin.And listening to what they said made him feel more and more incomprehensible, but it was obvious that the relationship between them was absolutely different from what was said in the history of magic!

But, why Gryffindor can speak Parseltongue, and get along with this basilisk...it's weird...

While thinking, Godric?Gryffindor had already changed his gesture, and the speed of chanting the spell had also increased.With a sense of space distortion, a translucent soul was pulled out from the portrait on the wall not far away, and entered the body of the person in the center of the circle in an instant.The basilisk swam over from the side and coiled its body around the circle, completely blocking Voldemort's sight.

Then the terrifying magic pressure continued to come from the magic circle. Although Voldemort was in the state of soul, he was still forced to take several steps back.No, it was the pressure of the soul, coming from all directions, which made Voldemort, who had no physical sensation since becoming a soul, feel a splitting headache.

When the basilisk Sessa finally swam out of the range of the magic circle, lying on the floor on one side as if he had collapsed, and the light formed by the black and red magic disappeared, the appearance inside the circle appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

Salazar in the middle of the formation?The Slytherin seemed unable to sit up from lying down for too long, but his eyes were open and he looked refreshed.But next to Godric?Gryffindor had collapsed to the ground, looking obviously overdrawn by magic power.

"Give me a hand...the one standing there..." Godric?Gryffindor held out his hand to him, a look of grief on his face.He has never experienced such a powerless feeling since he became an adult. After all, it is an injury to the soul. Even if his resilience is amazing, he will not recover so quickly.