Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Salazar thought that this evening was no different from usual.

He was repeatedly modifying the pronunciation sequence of a black magic spell. Ling Cha was concocting the potion next to the crucible. The rising mist would not interfere with his thoughts, but he felt a little strange about the smell——

It smelled like a love potion, because he could smell his own breath.

When Salazar didn't realize it himself, his favorite and deepest smell had changed from the smell brought by the cod steak and the breeze from the observatory at night to the slightly cold smell from the skin just after bathing.

This change is obviously good. The silver-white form condensed by their Patronus spell is the same, just like Aerys, so they can't see the so-called omen of falling in love with themselves in the wizarding world.

If it wasn't for strong reason to stop, Salazar would unconsciously approach to smell more carefully.

There is a little taste of the ingredients needed for the love potion, but it seems to be more grass leaves and animal blood that are rarely used. Well, by the way, the psychedelic smell should be the tears of Veela. But it serves no purpose other than as an aphrodisiac.

Salazar looked oddly at the pot of potion he had never made before.

Well, he seemed to understand a little, but he was a little confused.

The boiling light red liquid was poured into the crystal cup supported by twining vines. Through the crystal inner wall, it was as enchanting as eyes with psychedelic charm, rippling in circles in the crystal cup.

"Improved love potion?"

Salazar frowned, and Slytherin rejected all potions that could affect his sanity, those things would only create a false emotion, whether it was the lucky water or the love potion, it would make it even more difficult for people to distinguish their true self.

"This is not a potion to drink."

Ling Cha began to organize the scattered potion ingredients.

The magic hourglass slid down the last grain of sand, and then the glass hourglass wrapped around the green snake turned over on the mithril base, the end full of sand was replaced on the top, and the empty end became the bottom. ——Twelve midnight, confirming the first second of a new day.

"We forgot one thing." Salazar who was about to enter the bathroom suddenly stopped.

"kindness?"

"Tomorrow is Aerys' birthday."

"...I know, February fourteenth."

He damn well thought of another thing, really forgot that the little girl crawled out of the eggshell on this day, of course, living in the middle ages, Salazar didn't know what Valentine's Day was even if he read the Muggle Encyclopedia thing.

Ling Cha maintained a stiff posture and looked at the freshly brewed potion on the table.

Start to seriously consider where it should belong?

Cleaned up, or not?

Forget it, what made Salazar curious, maybe tomorrow he will be able to try to brew this potion himself, and by then let Salazar know what he is thinking.

His eyes darkened slightly, and Ling Cha followed into the bathroom.

The basilisk outside the door slid down from the ceiling again and tried to bump into the picture frame, but obviously there was no reaction. The guilty little girl lost the locket, so naturally she didn't dare to cry and make a fuss, and re-entered the secret room aggrieved Daoli.

When the owner got angry, he probably didn't even have a birthday meal.

Iris wanted to cry.

Salazar really doesn't remember the existence of Aerys now, who can think of his own pet in the tongue kiss?The warm water was still pouring down from his shoulders, but he couldn't feel the heat. When he first saw Ling Cha coming in, he was a little surprised. Now they are used to intimate behavior, sleeping on the same bed, exchanging breaths with each other. They fell asleep in a trance while trying their best to kiss each other, but the behavior of seamless contact on Christmas night never happened again.

They live in the habit of being cautious. The accident made Ling Cha lie down for three days. The recovery potion cannot be used too much, as it will affect the body's ability to heal naturally. It is not always possible to get the potion in time when injured. All the wizards in the Middle Ages who relied too much on potions died from bleeding and inflammation.

Sensing the hotness of his body became clearer and clearer, Salazar struggled to end the kiss.

The slender fingers slid from his back to his waist with the warm water, hesitated for a moment, and rubbed them gently.

The tingling feeling spread along the fingers and spread from all over the body.

"Well…"

Following instinct, I wanted to hug the familiar breath tightly. The hot air permeated the bathroom, similar to the feeling I got into that night. It was very hot, and sweat slid down my clean back.

It's like an illusion of limb weakness.

No, it's not an illusion, his own stroking on the other person's body was urgent and disorderly, on the contrary, Ling Cha's fingers seemed to be taking away his strength little by little, so comfortable that his body immersed in water had the illusion of drifting.

"Salazar."

In the vagueness, he seemed to respond, this time he didn't smell the smell like a love potion.

Because they are too close to each other, even without the love potion, they are full of that familiar aura.

The light red potion was poured into the bath, and the white hot air blocked the water surface very effectively, making it impossible to see anything. The light red also quickly disappeared in the colorless hot water.

The inside of the body is much more sensitive than the skin on the outside. Almost at the moment when the water flowed in through his fingers, Salazar was shocked and opened his eyes: "... Potion?"

"kindness."

The effect of relaxing the nerves is obvious, and the effect of arousing desire is even more obvious. Ling Cha's eyes were red, and he began to regret it, and firmly remembered that he must let himself stay outside the bath next time.

Therefore, any teaching book is the same, even if you memorize the full text of it, you will still find that there will be unexpected unexpected situations when you use it.

But he had to wait until Salazar's body got used to it. Tomorrow was not the weekend.

Iris came to breakfast with red eyes. She waited all night, but she still didn't get her birthday meal.

Originally, in Hogwarts, there was no holiday as obscure as February [-]th. Everyone kept it in their hearts and prepared gifts quietly, but often these gifts could not be given out, because they had thought about it for a long time. If you say it tens of thousands of times, when you see the person you want to talk about, you will get stuck in your throat. If you behave well, you just turn around and run away as soon as you hand over the gift.Since Lockhart turned Valentine's Day into a big farce two years ago, all the professors have acquiesced to decorate the hall and castle on this day, and they can behave abnormally -- no matter what, it's worse than that idiot Lockhart Come out better.

Before six o'clock, there were already people sitting in the lobby.

It was too early and there was no breakfast. These students kept arranging their clothes and looking at the door from time to time.

These are poor children whose sweethearts are in other colleges. They rolled on the bed for half the night and sat here early to wait.So when Aerys came in, he looked very strangely at these students who couldn't sit and stand, and kept fiddling with the tableware.

—Are they that hungry?

Ling Cha appeared in the hall to have breakfast on this day just to show that they did not forget the little girl's birthday. Although he didn't sleep all night, it didn't affect his happy mood, and this kind of happiness, after seeing Iris's bright eyes , suddenly remembered one thing.

In the hall that was [-]% to [-]% full, many girls were quietly looking over, and then again.

—Apparently, it's Valentine's Day.

"Professor Nix!"

A seventh-year Gryffindor girl rushed up to the professor's seat, dropped a package of pink exercise belts, turned her head and ran away.

With a precedent, there were finally followers, and soon, a pile of unknown gifts filled the table in front of Lingcha, not only from the four houses of Hogwarts, but also the girls from Beauxbatons, The expressions of the professors who came in one after another to see this scene were simply wonderful.

Aerys opened his mouth.

——Today is her birthday, why do so many people give gifts to her master?

"Cough, good morning."

Dumbledore was ravaging everyone's eyes wearing a robe of stars with countless light blue eyes that blinked mischievously. As soon as he sat down happily, he began to take custard biscuits from the plate, smiling and looking at the gifts that had been given The Duke of Slytherin was so piled up that he couldn't see him.

"It's nice to be young!"

White Wizard's exclamation almost made all the professors go to the ground to look for the front teeth.

That's the Duke of Slytherin!The founder of Slytherin who has been a thousand years old from the beginning to the end!

Ling Cha twitched unconsciously, he had never felt that Dumbledore's smile was so intrusive.Subconsciously, he pulled up his collar. Although he had confirmed that the complicated neckline lace of this dress could cover up the suspicious bruises before going out, he was a little nervous now. The little girl's birthday gift - high-efficiency age-reducing agent, which can shrink five-sixths of her age without reducing her magic power. On their arms—Aerys will definitely be happy, but this gift is too late to give tonight, and now this bottle of potion...

Silent spell, sitting next to Dumbledore, Ling Cha has the opportunity to do it without anyone noticing.

So Dumbledore raised his glass to Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff who had just entered, and drank most of the glass of pumpkin juice.

He continued to eat honey cakes. As soon as he ate two, Dumbledore's expression changed. He subconsciously looked at Ling Cha next to him. It took effect quickly... In short, Dumbledore didn't think of other ways, so he threw himself directly on the table.

"headmaster?"

Everyone was taken aback, Karkaroff rushed to the professor's chair at a speed that absolutely did not match his appearance.

Madam Pomfrey ran over in panic and saw that the white wizard's hair was undergoing strange changes. The silvery white hair turned reddish brown from the roots almost instantly, as if the color was getting darker with each breath. , It seems to have a magical dark red luster.

"Albus?"

"Ah...no..." Dumbledore said vaguely.

"All right?" Professor McGonagall looked over suspiciously.

"It's okay! I just accidentally drank a potion!"

The sound made all the students and professors visibly stagnate.

Then they swear that the one who looked up from the table, wearing Dumbledore's ridiculous blue star wizard robe, purple peaked hat, two or three rings on his finger that Dumbledore used to wear, and ridiculous half-moon glasses, had A young man with long reddish-brown hair and blue eyes who was still smiling—uh!They definitely don't know each other!Merlin, who said Cedric Diggory had the most handsome and gentle smile at Hogwarts? He must be blind!

It's fake... That's right, this principal must be fake.