Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

He now has a sense of retribution for catching too many insects as a child.

His slender, white fingers were stuck to an invisible film in front of him, just like putting insects into a glass bottle when he was a child, except that the impenetrable barrier in front of him was not glass, but a canvas.

That's right, canvas.

Like many people, he didn't know exactly how he was dressed. Anyway, he had time-traveled, and he had transmigrated into the novels of Harry Potter, or those few movies?Perhaps a more accurate term would be HP's Wizarding World.

What, you asked how he knew?

In front of me was an empty room with ancient and blackened bricks. On the opposite side of the room was an equally old mirror that was almost yellowish. It was about a sterling silver carved frame, beautifully inlaid with white crystals and sapphires. There was a faint radiance in the dark and closed room, a very artistic and very antique mirror, he would definitely pounce on it to study it at another time and place.

But now, he could only look at everything reflected in the mirror speechlessly.

a painting.

The portrait, which looks more artistic and antique than this mirror, occupies half of the wall of this room, and the background of the painting is an entire wall of tall bookshelves, a warm fireplace, comfortable chairs, exquisite mahogany tables, everything They are all old, fine, and elegant, including the clothes of the young man on the screen and the big brooch on the cloak, which can only be seen in movies. They are not glitzy piled up with luxury goods, but noble and gorgeous with rich history— —The premise is to ignore the very funny silly appearance of the person in the painting lying on the canvas and looking out.

He blinked, and the teenager in the portrait in the mirror blinked too.

He took a sudden step back, and the boy in the portrait in the mirror also took a step back, hitting the table behind him. He immediately clutched his waist in pain, and the boy in the mirror also twisted his eyebrows in pain.

Damn, is this still explained by thinking?Only the famous fairy tale—if the novel with so many deaths is considered a fairy tale—Harry Potter, the magical world in which the boy who lived can have this kind of movement, laughter and pain... damn portrait.

It's just that he doesn't understand that others are dressed as characters to participate in the plot, but he is dressed as a background as a portrait. To use a sentence that he learned on the Internet a few days ago, this is really a real tragedy.

Life tells everyone that if you can't change the environment, then adapt to the environment. Of course, in the world where he was born and raised, there are more obscene sayings about this sentence, but he has no strength to laugh at himself.

The chair with a carved back and a thick dark green velvet cushion seemed very comfortable.

He sat down unceremoniously.

He didn't need to be polite, did he? If he was a portrait, then everything in the painting would have been his personal belongings... But it's not known whose personal belongings this portrait is.

Leaving aside the glass-like canvas that forever cut him off from the outside world, it is not so much that he is in a painting as he is in a well-decorated and tastefully furnished study room, with rows of thick and well-preserved books, There are even white quills and a few stacks of parchment on the table, and there are lilies in full bloom in the vase with a slender neck. It is neither cumbersome nor luxurious, but everything is exactly where it should be. Even if the bevel is perfected by 10 degrees, it will be very different. Every detail of the furniture and decorations, from materials to textures, is beautiful. This is about the life of Western European nobles—oh, no, it is the life of European magic nobles.

Thanks to the online novels of that year, at least popularized such absurd knowledge as "Several Emergency Plans After Sudden Crossing"-if you are unfortunate enough to wear the same clothes as our protagonist, then at least you must first know what kind of world this is, you Who is it, and what era is this, before we can consider the so-called survival issue.

But for our protagonist, it is obvious that except for the first of these three basic conditions, the remaining two are extremely difficult.

If he remembers correctly, the wizards in that wizarding world liked to wear medieval clothes and cloaks, and at the end of the 20th century, they were still riding steam trains and living in ancient castles—there is evidence that these wizards have lived like this for at least hundreds of years What's more, he is just a portrait of the past, what clothes he wears, and where he lives can't be used as a measure of age at all.

What's worse is that the portraits in the wizarding world are all alive, and he doesn't know the name of this portrait.

Long black hair, green eyes, because of magic, on the ancient but still brightly colored canvas, he is a young man wearing a tight black tights that grows to his knees and stretches naturally loosely, and is covered with a gorgeous cloak.Just like the room in this portrait, there are neither too much nor too little lace on the delicate silver borders and cuffs, and the pins that fasten the cloak on the chest are silver bases inlaid with turquoise that spread out into unknown patterns, slender and elegant.

About 17, maybe 15, the European boy who always looked older than the Orientals, with a pale complexion, nothing could be seen in the deep green eyes now, because these eyes were already his own, and there was nothing left. What clues can be drawn from it?

There are three curved ancient Greek letters on the top of the picture frame, and eight even more curved Greek letters on the bottom... It was difficult to recognize at first, but now it is even more difficult to recognize when it is upside down in the mirror, but even if you recognize it, you can’t recognize it. Use, just like everyone knows the 26 letters of the English language, but not everyone can recognize words that are randomly combined with a few letters.

He searched and searched, and finally found in the rightmost corner of the canvas, which in his view was the edge of the table legs. There were two slanted and gorgeous English letters on the invisible glass, as if floating there out of thin air. As far as the secondary painting is concerned, it is so small that it can't be seen clearly in the mirror, so he had to draw the two letters in the opposite direction——

SS

Well, SS, since he has only watched movies and read novels, but basically he almost forgot the plot sequence, the only thing he can think of is that Professor Severus Snape's initials are SS .But he could be sure that he was definitely not the Potions professor, because that professor would never tolerate a portrait of himself wearing such clothes, and Snape's pupils seemed to be black.His black hair and green eyes look closer to the boy who survived the catastrophe. Fortunately, the long black hair is wrapped in a delicate dark green hair band, which is absolutely different from the messy hair of the Potter family. Don't.And it's possible that SS is just the signature left by the wizard who drew this portrait.

He can only guess that this is an aristocrat, and the whole room is decorated with cool tones, dark green, silver white, and ice blue—orthodox Slytherin-born noble wizards, well, absolutely orthodox, the rows of ancient In addition to black magic, books are potions. The second most important discovery of travelling, those jerky English, including names and words unique to the magical world that British people may not understand after traveling, can also be understood.Strange, if he inherited the memory of the portrait itself, why didn't he remember who the person in the painting was?

Moreover, the room where this portrait is located is even more strange. It is empty, not to mention windows, and there is no door, but there is a mirror on the opposite side.

He got up from the chair and walked to the end of the room in the portrait. Strangely, in this corner, he could not see anything outside the painting at all, but saw a door next to the bookshelf.

He reached out his hand, but hesitated.

What is behind this door?