Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Ah, Albus, hello!"

"Oh, how I miss when you were in school!"

One after another, the portraits sprang out full of emotions, huddled together in the corridor, and rushed to say hello: "More than 130 years ago, I was at the position of this window, watching you fall from the broom, it was really a wonderful scene. In a Quidditch match, you were hit by a Quaffle while defending the goal, and no one found out until you fell that you had hidden the Snitch in your pocket, so that match lasted seven hours..."

All the students listened blankly to the portrait looking up to the sky and sighing, continuing to gossip about the white wizard going to school, and looked distortedly at the "young version" principal who was still wearing a strangely patterned robe, Merlin!Forgive them for not knowing, but the White Wizard used to look like this, his wise blue eyes, like pure and clear glass, reflected that plain and deep smile, like the eyes leaking into the dim light of winter. Warmth, those weird and ridiculous clothes and hats can become extra attractive, and the handsome and stable appearance can make all the prefects and heads of Hogwarts have no confidence to think about the position of the student chairman—— er, stop, they will still be the seat in the end Yes, it's just a weird concept. This is probably what the Hogwarts chief looks like in everyone's minds, or the Dark Lord can be pulled out for comparison.

Just kidding, you have to know that today is February [-]th. From the shocking moment of breakfast, there are countless girls whose brains are filled with wildly growing Achnatherum splendens (Snape's language), and they don't know why they put the prepared gifts Sent to the principal.

Dumbledore was looking at the big white beard and the pearl bow on the table, dumbfounded.

"People only have ideals when they are young."

Slowly fiddling with the tableware and talking, the Duke of Slytherin used his cold gaze to effectively stop the girls who kept rushing up to give him gifts, but some of them had already rushed up, and they would be laughed at if they turned their heads too shamelessly. These girls shivered, and directly stuffed the presents to the principal next to them. It was better than nothing. They really didn't know that the white wizard could also be worth watching intently.

Of course, all the students didn't know why, Karkaroff's face was terribly dark.

"This was originally intended for Aerys. Even if it is a basilisk, it will last for two days."

After Wizard White heard these words, his smile completely turned bitter.

The Ministry of Magic's staff for the second match will be at the castle tomorrow. With his appearance, who would believe that he is the headmaster of Hogwarts?

Look in the mirror.

Well, well, even he himself doesn't quite believe it.

It has been too long since the 17-year-old who met Gellert. A person will forget his youthful appearance simply because there are too many memories that he does not want to look back.

"Albus, if you change into a Gryffindor uniform, I'll think the 100 years are just a dream."

"Why not resume the Triwizard Tournament at that time, you see, we don't have to bet like this, it's obvious from the Warriors to the final champion."

Portraits all over the castle rushed to the White Wizard as if they had drunk a stimulant.

In the end, Dumbledore could only maintain his smile, and in a way that was actually tantamount to embarrassment, he Apparated back to the principal's office. Before he could sit down and eat the disturbed breakfast, a letter flew out of the fireplace, turning into He opened the mouth of a man with a beard, and then the voice he least wanted to hear came from the letter paper: "Mr. Crouch and I will arrive at the school this afternoon, Ludo Bagman."

Little Hangleton.

The old house of the Riddle family on the hillside Since the old gardener who lived not far away mysteriously disappeared a few months ago, all the villagers believe that this place has completely become a haunted house, and faint ghosts will be reflected in the closed windows in the middle of the night. The fire light, sometimes there is a weird sound.Snow hangs on the half-thawed courtyard wall. Almost half of the walls of this house are broken. The tiles on the roof are incomplete. Ivy has covered the outer walls. It has been decades since no one took care of it for a long time. .It was once a magnificent manor, the largest and most majestic building for miles around, the doors were still intact, the empty halls were full of dust, and the smell of decay was everywhere.

In a room up the stairs, high-backed chairs were heavily upholstered near a fire.A short, bald, gray-haired, pointed-nosed figure stood cowering in the shadows by the door.

"My master."

A man with blond curly hair and freckles on his pale skin was half-kneeling in the middle of the room.

"Not enough! The Imperius Curse can't control more, Crouch!"

A hoarse and weird voice came from the black cloak wrapped on the chair, and the kneeling person immediately turned half sideways as if he was listening carefully.

"...those damned Germans, they've found another house, and I can't show up again until I'm actually resurrected, Peter you coward, come here!"

"Oh no! Master, you know, my loyalty..."

The man kneeling on the floor uttered a contemptuous sneer.

"Throwing that boy's name into the Goblet of Fire, and passing the trophy here as a portkey in the last match, Harry Potter must win this ridiculous match."

"Yes, master, I think, I can use Polyjuice Potion to disguise my father and enter the castle, and the most brilliant name magic can't break me, you know."

The pale-faced man with freckles and a morbid grin lowered his head respectfully.

"The saint has entered Hogwarts, Karkaroff the traitor who deserves to be crushed a thousand times!" [Hiss...Tom. ] The snow-white and thick body suddenly swam leisurely from the corner of the room, Pettigrew Peter showed a fearful expression on his face.

[But I think the potions those Germans gave were good, Tom, you've been doing better lately. ]

[Nagini, sorry, there is not enough food for you to hibernate. ]

[Hiss...you will fall asleep after eating, that's not good, in case of danger, I can't protect Tom...] The twelve-foot-long snake slowly wrapped itself around the chair.

"Master, you have to listen to me..." Peter Pettigrew trembled.

"Shut your mouth! I've heard you say it so many times! Hide out at the filthy Weasley's and listen to those ignorant kids talking nonsense..."

"Master! It's true, it's true. I saw the basilisk being petrified. The portrait of your noble ancestor, the founder of Slytherin, appeared in the castle. That's what the Weasley boy told the savior, Really, master! I'm telling the truth, oh—" Peter Pettigrew began to wail and roll on the ground in pain.

[Basilisk?Didn't Tom say she was dead? ]

[Yes, Nagini.This is what I heard two years ago, and I felt sorry for that girl for a while. ]

[Hmph, Tom means, is she prettier than me? ]

[She has been asleep for 1000 years, and she only responds a little to the commands of the Parseltongue, but she is not awake at other times. ]

[Sounds silly. ]

"Even the founder of Slytherin is but a portrait."

"Crouch, be careful, don't be as stupid as that coward." Voldemort's thoughts have become more and more clear recently, and he already has a bad premonition that something may have happened to him besides the diary. Going to check carefully, "All the portraits at Hogwarts obey the headmaster's order, you have to remember this."

Principal's office.

The principals of the four colleges, together with Karkaroff and Madam Maxim, waited until Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman arrived for the second match. The headmaster was wearing Dumbledore's clothes and hat, smiling and eating honey cake. The gentle and handsome young man was the White Wizard himself.

Maybe take a photo and spread it now, the record of the white wizard who was single until the age of 150 will end, there will be countless women with star eyes, well, women in their 100s, down to their teens, will all Write a love letter like crazy and send it to Hogwarts.

"Please sit down, here is the latest flavor of cockroaches, do you want some?"

Merlin, what the hell, the recommended scary insect candies are no longer pleasing to the eye.

Ludo Bagman was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were straight:

"... Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Huh? Please tell me."

"..." The problem is that no matter how you look at it, you can't get in touch!Ludo Bagman stuttered a bit, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, "Your... mine, where are your glasses?"

"Oh! I think Mr. Bagman will understand when you are old. Although you don't need glasses now, you won't be able to live without them in 30 years."

"... "

"I think Mr. Bagman is here to announce the content of the second match, isn't he?" Karkaroff said sullenly.

"Ah? Oh! That's what happened! We will ask the Goblet of Fire to give the list of the most important 'babies' in the hearts of the warriors, and then..."

"Sorry to interrupt, this 'baby'?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Ah, it is the most important person in the hearts of the children. This is a vivid and humorous statement. I personally appreciate it!" Bagman rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Then we will use the best protection measures to make the warriors The most important 'babies' are left unconscious at the bottom of the black lake, guarded by mermaids, and the warriors need to find them within an hour and bring them back to the surface..."

"It's too dangerous!" Madame Maxime added, "I mean the children who were put under the water."

"Please don't worry, ma'am, if the warriors don't arrive in time, we will rescue them too."

"Nonsense, what if the most important person to my student is his parents?" Karkaroff snorted coldly, "Can we still bring them from Germany?"

"Don't worry, this 'baby', of course, is within the scope of Hogwarts, now, Goblet of Fire!"

It was normal at the beginning, starting from the lowest score in the last game. After Fleur Delacour's name was thrown into the Goblet of Fire, a piece of parchment fell out with her sister's name written on it, and then Harry Bo Special, the names that fell out were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"A little trouble, two lists."

"I don't think it's trouble." The white wizard with a young face smiled lightly.

So it was really not a problem, because Hermione's name appeared on Victor Krum's list of candidates.

In the end, the four deans were sinking into foreboding, and Karkaroff was also frowning.

Ludo Bagman, who slowly opened the parchment of Iris, opened his mouth wide open. After being frozen for more than ten seconds, he stared at everyone around him in a daze, and then fell on his back and fainted on the ground with a thud.

The silent Crouch suddenly rushed to pick up the parchment.

Then his expression also appeared alternately pale and strangely distorted.

"Let me see." Mrs. Maxim looked suspiciously at Bagman lying on the ground, and then she became the third victim who almost fainted, and she spoke incoherently: "I think... maybe we should Look at it, maybe I don't know much about the surnames of British nobles..."

She didn't believe it herself. Even if she didn't know the name, could she still misread the last name? It was the name of one of the Hogwarts houses.

Salazar. Slytherin——

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, the Duke gave Iris a birthday gift reminder, not an age-reducing potion

It's a normal gift, but rare in the wizarding world,

But it should have existed in Britain in 1993. I don’t know if it’s very popular. I said, don’t guess. Really, it’s impossible for us to guess.