Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On February 25th, this was an ordinary morning. Countless owls flapped their wings and passed through the dome, dropping letters, magazines and newspapers on the long table full of breakfast.

"Harry, you're making headlines with Iris."

"Hell, can you stop bringing that woman's nonsense here?" Hermione knew what the front page said because she got up early: "Rita Skeeter is crazy , I just don’t understand why she knows what Krum said to me after going ashore, enough! Ron, I didn’t promise, I didn’t promise to go to Bulgaria for summer vacation!”

"Perhaps, she has an invisibility cloak too?" Harry said as he ate his breakfast, flipping through the newspaper.

"We're screwed! Harry, the first session was Defense Against the Dark Arts and the second session was Potions this morning! And we didn't write a single word of either of our papers!"

"Oh!" The savior was also in despair.

"I clashed with Slytherin...really..." Ron took out a piece of parchment in pain, trying to scribble a few words on it, "Why don't we take History of Magic first, so that we can finish the homework of the two courses .”

"I told you already—"

Hermione's voice stopped abruptly. In fact, all the students stood up and watched a group of people rushing outside the castle, carrying something in their hands, and then a girl in Beauxbatons' uniform rushed over and burst into tears.Her hoarse cry made all the students shudder, and then Harry saw her face.

"Fleur?"

"It's her. I heard that her sister Gabriel disappeared last night, and the professors have been looking for her."

Madam Maxime hugged Fleur to prevent herself from being hurt by her uncontrollable tearing and crying. Madam Pomfrey shook her hand at Dumbledore who rushed over. Then they did not pass through the hall, and all the students crowded in the corridor Watching several officials from the Ministry of Magic carry away a stiff corpse, the originally silvery long hair is now dry and white, covering the face and neck, no one can see how Gabriel died .

"It's terrible, she's still at school age." Hermione trembled.

"Maybe I stumbled into the Forbidden Forest and encountered spiders." Ron couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the overwhelming eight-eyed spiders he saw in the second grade.

"There was something wrong with her coming out of the water yesterday."

"Come on, Ron, you had the same staring eyes when you came up yesterday."

Harry pursed his lips, a little dazed, he drowned and choked to death yesterday and didn't see anything.Both Hermione and Professor Nix said that the Triwizard Tournament was banned because of the high death rate, but now, one person really died.

He picked up the book and hurried to the first class.Suddenly, I heard Fu Rong's crying in pain: "Gabri, it's my sister who hurt you, it's my fault, it must be because I failed to save you underwater yesterday... it will cease to exist after an hour, Woo, your spirit has been out of order, I should tell Madame Maxime! Gabriel!!”

"Dumbledore, you must give me an explanation! My student died at Hogwarts!"

"It's not a mermaid, Madam Maxim, maybe it has something to do with yesterday's match, but—"

"disturb?"

Professor McGonagall entered the principal's office with dark circles under her eyes. Dumbledore signaled her to sit down. The Transfiguration professor just nodded politely, and then said wearily: "Albus, a very regrettable news. They forcibly entered Mr. Crouch's house in the morning, and they found Barty Crouch's body in the bedroom. He had been dead for at least seven days, and the cause of death was a death curse." Professor McGonagall glanced at the still angry cloth Principal Sparton, "As for Miss Gabriel Delacour, since Madame Maxime is here, I think you already know..."

"Oh, Minerva, I haven't actually...you know what I mean."

"There is a terrible magical creature in the Black Lake, everyone saw it yesterday! Dumbledore!"

"Madam, please think about it, if it is any kind of magical creature from the Black Lake or the Forbidden Forest, then we are unlikely to see Miss Delacour's body, yes, please forgive my metaphor."

"She was drained of all her life force and magic power. Is there anything more cruel than this, even swallowing her body?"

"I regret that."

Wizard Bai was dejected, and really couldn't say any words of comfort. He understood somewhat, but couldn't find the specific context.

Madame Maxime left angrily.

"Minerva, get 'Professor Nyx' for me, will you?"

"At eight o'clock this morning there will be fourth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin's Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Professor McGonagall's words stuck in her throat, because she saw the shelf on which the Sorting Hat was placed slowly move away suddenly, and the bricks on the wall gave way to a dark secret passage with a knight's duel step.

"Good morning, Salazar." The Sorting Hat immediately cried out in surprise, bending the brim of the hat.

Professor McGonagall rubbed her forehead and reminded herself that "Professor Nix" was two people. She always forgot about this, because Slytherin would always appear alone to the outside world except for the night when he arrived at the castle before school started. The habit in front of her, in fact, she is very doubtful if there is any wizard in this world who can accurately separate the two people, well, maybe the basilisk can.

The Duke of Slytherin is just like the portrait she has seen, always indifferent and noble, with cold eyes. The appearance of a 15-year-old boy he has always maintained has made people feel dangerous enough. I really don’t know what happened to those wizards thousands of years ago face him.She was strongly opposed to the White Wizard keeping such a dangerous person in the school, but as Dumbledore said, he had no power to make Hogwarts reject its founder.

"Thank you, Minerva, I remember you also have class at ten o'clock."

The door of the principal's office was closed again, and even the old principals in the portraits were sitting upright. The Sorting Hat twisted its body and watched Dumbledore's smiling expression restrained, so a hat also felt that the situation was difficult, and it turned its head: " Salazar, well, although I don't know which Salazar you are, you are still my master Godric Gryffindor's most important friend... Help! I mean can you get rid of your love The habit of talking around the corner, pretending to be silent is not good, you should speak out first if you have something to do—no!"

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth and screamed silently, tossing vigorously on the shelf, and soon got the second spell after "Silence", and fell stiffly on the shelf.

The hat is indeed Godric's, but for the sake of Hogwarts, he can't throw a hellfire at it!

The Sorting Hat does have the ability to invalidate all spells, provided that these spells were not cast by the four founders.

"Your Excellency the Duke, I understand why you are here, I have been looking outside for the whole semester..." The white wizard pondered for a while, and then said slowly, "Voldemort's Horcrux.

Ling Cha sat on the soft-backed and intricately carved chair, stared at the White Witch God and smiled meaninglessly: "You can't find any of them."

Not a question, but a statement.

"I found a cave on the edge of a sea cliff more than ten days ago. Yes, I have been following the traces of Riddle. That seaside cliff is the place where the orphanage used to hike. Two children died. They followed Riddle went down into the cave and never came back alive... You know what I mean, there is a very strong black magic there, and I thought I would go there just a few days later, but now it seems that there is no Horcrux, or that piece There was also an accident in the soul film, didn't it?"

"He is resurrecting, getting rid of the embarrassment of weakness day by day... I can feel that blood relationship is a wonderful magic."

"Your Excellency, we don't know how many times he divided his soul."

"In terms of hiding, he is indeed better than Grindelwald. You haven't found any traces of Death Eaters for almost half a year, because he doesn't have a subordinate who he really trusts and is loyal to him to help. Even if there were, they all entered Azkaban..." Ling Cha looked at the flames in the fireplace expressionlessly, "He already felt that the Horcruxes were not safe, but before that, he had to face all the soul pieces and try to counterattack them. danger."

"Your Excellency, Gabrielle Delacour?"

"A piece of soul has already got a chance to breathe. The soul's sense is extremely keen. He is afraid of my existence, and he doesn't dare to attack the professors and students of Hogwarts. He also doesn't dare to get too close to the castle. That girl, it's a pity."

Wizards and children outside of Hogwarts, Slytherin has always been cruel: "Grindelwald wants to get this piece of soul, but he doesn't want to sacrifice his subordinates. You know what I mean, Dumbledore."

The white wizard's blue eyes flashed complicated lights, and then resumed his smiling expression; "Actually——"

Ling Cha suddenly turned his head to look at the buzzing silverware placed on the long table over the bookshelf, most of which were still spinning and spraying mist, his slender fingers retracted slightly from under the sleeves of his robe, showing an inconspicuous old-fashioned look. On the outside, the wand is shorter and slender than usual, and the slightly shiny vine wand is already pointing precisely there: "The soul is out of the body!"

The principals in the portrait let out a cry of disbelief. When Dumbledore stood up, he saw a row of silverware being thrown off the table, and a woman in a fuchsia coat with hair carefully combed into stiff and exaggerated curls appeared out of nowhere Lying on the table in a very awkward position.

She wears a pair of jeweled glasses on her face, her heavily made-up face is blank, and her eyes are staring straight at the ceiling.

Ling Cha's fingers holding the wand retracted into his sleeves again. Although he could use wandless magic to instantly cast the Imperius Curse, since this was a situation that even the white wizard hadn't noticed and he just felt that someone was watching him The eavesdropper, who was only aware of the abnormal violation, still held his wand in his hand out of a cautious habit.

The witch, completely controlled by Ling Cha's will, suddenly shrank and turned into a pink beetle, and then changed back again.

"Interesting Animagus."

"Rita Skeeter?" Dumbledore looked stern. He naturally knew that if the words from the Duke of Slytherin just now got out, no, this reporter who almost scribbled as a hobby heard all the serious consequences.

Ling Cha only remembered that the woman's report was very troublesome, but he didn't know that she was an Animagus. The too distant memory really had many omissions, in the main plot that was not about the savior and Voldemort.

"Your Excellency, the Imperius Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses." Phineas on the portrait stroked his goatee and smiled cunningly, "You don't want to visit Azkaban Goblins."

Stupid, there is nothing like the Imperius Curse to ensure that the captured sneaky person will not run around and confess or even commit suicide, which is the habit of all wizards in the Middle Ages.

But now-

Ling Cha waved his arm, and Rita Skeeter sprang up from the table, backed away in horror, and reason returned to her, the feeling of involuntary use of magic that had been spelled was still clearly in the memory, She was trembling with fear, unable to even say a word, and she snapped off two of her deep red nails because of nervousness.

"Principal Dumbledore... I just came in and I don't... anything..."

"I haven't realized that an insect that shouldn't appear in February flies in and I don't know, Miss Rita Skeeter?" Ling Cha's expressionless cold eyes obviously made the reporter even more frightened, and just touching Seeing that sight, he trembled so much that he almost bit his own tongue.

She flew in behind Professor McGonagall's robe, and originally only wanted to find out about Crouch's death and the girl's accident, but what did she hear, Merlin!

"Write everything you want, but I'm afraid no one will believe you."

With an elegant and gentle tone, why is she, why is she so unlucky!No, no, none of this is true, how could there be Hogwarts!Yes, impossible, no one can live forever!

"Please...you, you give me...forget..."

"A forgetting curse? Unfortunately, I always thought that only the dead would keep secrets, and finally you—"

She closed her eyes in despair.

"Forgetting everything will make your curiosity step in again, and I obviously have no interest in warning you again and again!"

Rita Skeeter felt her whole body floating up, she opened her eyes in panic, looked at Dumbledore who was always standing aside and said nothing, waved her arms wildly in horror, and said sharply: "You can't Kill me, kill me...you will enter Azkaban...the Ministry of Magic will know, Dumbledore, you are a lunatic, you actually found—”

Her hair was suddenly pulled up by an invisible force, but she could still hear the cold and elegant voice clearly amidst the screams: "No one can let me go to Azkaban, or should I tell you this, Even dementors are not worthy of my fear. Now, get out of this castle."

Rita Skeeter screamed, watching herself fly out of the automatically opened window.

"Do not--"

She was not smashed to pieces, and after falling on the grass, she curled up and rolled hundreds of meters away with uncontrollable hands and feet.

"Fake, it must be fake."

How could she have heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin.