Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

A newspaper was thrown on the dusty floor, and the black and white photos on it clearly showed a huge black shadow in the lake. People screamed and stretched their heads to see what happened, and then the waves interrupted everything .

[Hiss...Tom, that's the basilisk, right? ]

The snow-white boa constrictor slowly swam over the newspaper, then slid to the chair near the fireplace.

"Master, the Ministry of Magic has started an investigation..."

"Well done, Crouch!" The hoarse voice was like a baby wrapped in cloth, and the terrible red eyes were particularly shocking in the firelight: "If everything you said is true, then continue to stay. Obviously very unwise at Hogwarts."

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head slightly. From his expression, he could not tell that ten days ago, he personally killed his father, and then followed Ludo Bagman into Hogwarts with Polyjuice Potion.

"You said, when you met Dumbledore on February 20th, he looked only [-] years old?"

"Under 20 years old, my master."

There was a tooth-piercing creaking sound, and Wormtail, who was hiding in the corner, shivered.

"These abnormal and unexplainable things can only make me think of one name, Grindelwald! Batty, are you sure he entered Hogwarts?"

"I'm terrified, master, that the saint has taken control of the Durmstrang ship, and that traitor, Karkaroff, a boogeyman who drank Polyjuice Potion, didn't see the hints I gave him at all! He didn't Not the real Karkaroff, otherwise he would have been too scared to walk when he realized the Death Eater's code word."

The shivering little dwarf Peter crawled over fawningly:

"Master, we should let the Saints go and hurt Dumbledore..."

"To the bone, they're not as stupid as you! Wormtail!"

Painful howls sounded in the abandoned house, and Nagini, who was wrapped around the chair, slid down, and the cold scales scraped off Peter's coat, leaving a few bloodstains on his skin, and he screamed even worse.

[Tom, this guy is an eyesore, give him to me. ]

[After he's useless, I'll feed you. ]

[Hiss, okay... what about this one, he looks sweeter, has noble blood, and is energetic. ]

[He can't, Nagini, how can you go back to a big house with cashmere carpets and fat young lamb for dinner without a faithful servant? ]

[Tom, you don't like me anymore, you must have taken a fancy to that basilisk. ]

[…Nagini, no one can really control the Basilisk except Slytherin, Parseltongue can only manipulate her unconscious. ] Voldemort suddenly turned his head and looked angrily at the fire that had been gradually extinguished due to the burning of the firewood. Before he could really get angry, the keen little Barty Crouch had rushed over with a stride, tore a chair to pieces and threw it into it. , and then knelt back again.

"Do you see the name displayed on the Goblet of Fire clearly?"

"I dare not lie to you, Master."

"All magic items will not display the name of a dead person in the selection list! Wormtail, you lied to me!"

"No, no—" Peter screamed on the ground: "I'm not lying, it's really a portrait, it's really just a portrait! Master, don't listen to Crouch's nonsense, he must have been tricked by Dumbledore, Fooled by some tricks! How could Lord Slytherin still be alive."

"Since I can find the way to eternal life, there will be someone else! You idiot! Heartbreaker!"

"what--"

"That's the worst news I've ever heard, Barty."

"Owner?"

Voldemort's blood-red eyes without eyelids seem to be gradually fading recently. In the past, apart from violent madness, they were ferocious. Now a more clear-headed reason controls those frantic emotions.For these, Barty Crouch Jr. saw all this, and was very happy. He knew nothing about it. He instinctively believed that the master's situation was improving. In fact, it was true, but it was not Voldemort's own will. improvement.

——The faster the recovery of the soul piece in the locket, it also promotes the recovery of the main soul in a sense.What's more, that locket belonged to Slytherin, and it was forcibly thrown into a Horcrux that was not his soul piece. What Slytherin did would always know more than that soul piece.

Voldemort noticed this change, but didn't think much more. All his mind was shocked by the news brought by Crouch. His ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, was probably still alive in this world. And it's at Hogwarts.

"Control Ludo Bagman, I need more news than these newspapers' nonsense." "Yes, master."

"Also, bring that boy to me in the end! I will kill him with my own hands!"

"Harry, Harry, what's the matter with you?"

All the Gryffindor boys in the dormitory leaned over curiously and panicked.

"Merlin, at three o'clock in the morning, you screamed and almost rolled us out of bed." Ron rubbed his eyes and pointed to Neville who was still on the ground and was about to get up.

The savior, who was covered in cold sweat, touched his forehead, and the scar hurt like a fire.

"Uh... what's wrong with you, I mean your..." Ron made a gesture on his forehead.

Harry held the scar on his forehead tightly, and saw the big dusty house, the decaying staircase, the hissing of a big white snake, and the fleeing Wormtail, the—

"Harry?"

"Harry, I think you'll have to go to the hospital wing, your lips are all blue and white."

It was that dream, the house I also dreamed of before the World Cup match, where Voldemort instructed his subordinates to kill an old Muggle man, he seemed to be having the same dream all the time, but he didn’t quite remember it when he woke up, this For some reason, he clearly heard Voldemort calling the man with messy clothes and messy hair, but with particularly terrifying and fierce eyes, "Crouch" and "Barty", but it was obvious that he was not Barty in terms of age and appearance. Crouch.

Harry felt his head getting heavier.

Voldemort knew what had happened in the castle, the basilisk, and probably Salazar Slytherin.

Voldemort said he was going to kill himself, and he wanted his subordinates to control——

correct!He said he wanted to control Ludo Bagman!

"Ron! Let me go, I have to see the principal!"

"Dude, do you know what time it is?" Ron wrinkled his face until his freckles were red, "It's three past ten in the morning, and the first class at eight o'clock is Defense Against the Dark Arts, because we last time No homework, 'Professor Nix' asked us to repeat the whole point of the Armor Charm in the next class so that the pronunciation can't be wrong..."

"Ron! I have to rush to see Principal Dumbledore. If it's too late, Ludo Bagman will become the second Barty Crouch!"

"...Harry, it's not that I don't believe you, but how do you know?"

"I, I had a dream, I saw it in my dream."

"But Harry, the Potter family didn't predict bloodlines, maybe, that was just a dream."

"No, I know, it wasn't a dream."

"Well, if you really insist." Ron shrugged helplessly, fell down on the bed, and then closed his eyes. Hearing Harry walking out of the dormitory, he finally couldn't help getting up and following him: "Okay, I'm Born to be unlucky!"

There's a lot that Voldemort didn't think of, Grindelwald didn't realize, and the White Wizard apparently didn't know was going to happen so quickly, and that's just how stupid the Ministry of Magic cabinet officers, or simply Fudge, are.

Harry ate a few mouthfuls of bread full of thoughts, and kept staring at the empty seat in the middle of the professor's chair. Dumbledore should have gone to the Ministry of Magic after listening to him last night, he sighed.Holding the book in his arms, he and Ron hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom - standing, uh, Harry regretted it, because he didn't eat breakfast, and his face turned green at the thought of the next class.

The magic bell rang, and all the small animals continued to wait with great experience, and a few were still counting down in their mouths.

The door of the classroom was pushed open—"Misters and ladies, hold your wands, aren't you just yawning and staring at the floor in a daze."

Ron shrank, and whispered:

"Harry, don't you think it's strange why he can come in exactly 3 minutes late every time?"

Not one second more, one second less.

The Savior wanted to laugh, but found he couldn't, because his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had turned those deep, cold lake-green pupils towards him: "Mr. Potter, I don't want your homework to be the same as the last class." Answer."

"Professor..." The savior would like to shrink himself to a smaller size at this time, or hope for an invisibility spell. Although his talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts is very good, his level is actually not bad after three years of messy ups and downs, but Obviously, his skills are not enough to deal with the Duke of Slytherin. What's especially weird is that this professor knows everyone's bottom line very well. All he requires of Neville is to use the spell correctly and make the magic effect stable. When dealing with Harry, it was obviously raised several grades. He would use magic spells to test his armor spells. Even for Hermione, he almost asked her to grasp all the effects of more than a dozen simple spell-changing effects of armor spells and analyze their characteristics. up.

Every time he took class, he envied Ron very much, because the requirements for him were obviously lower than his own.

"I'm glad to see that all of you didn't act recklessly out of curiosity during the underwater competition a few days ago." Salazar tilted his head slightly, as if to glance at Harry, and continued. : "Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are staying after class."

"...I dare say it must be because of your existence, Harry, that Aerys couldn't win the championship."

"Oh, that's enough, Seamus, it's because Ron and I didn't turn in our homework last class, and I'd be very grateful if you didn't talk." Harry lowered his voice desperately, and he felt the scar on his forehead hurt even more.He guessed that "Professor Nix" was probably dissatisfied with the "most important person". In fact, he also wanted to faint. Why is he the most important person of the basilisk, Merlin? This is simply a joke.As Harry thought, he carefully looked at the Slytherin standing on the steps.

As usual, wearing gorgeous and complicated robes, Ron said that this is the habit of nobles, obviously the savior has been in the wizarding world for four full years and has only seen Malfoy's father pay attention to clothes like this, but obviously these transparent silk forged The decoration effect of lace and fine gemstones is very good. Those pearls and jewelry that look very valuable are probably antiques that have been buried in the castle for thousands of years. Harry wanted to sigh, because he found that recently even Hermione started to talk to him. argued.

——"He knows a lot of things, and these are all correct, why can't I speak for Professor Nix! Yes, I know who he is, but don't forget, there is no such thing as Ron said' Crazy dark wizard 'maybe Hogwarts wouldn't exist today!"

"... You will encounter many magical creatures underwater. A truly cautious wizard will not easily enter an unfamiliar environment, but there will always be various accidents. Whether you are escaping for your life in the future, it is just a matter of going underwater to check the plants. Regardless of the state of growth, pay attention to your back on land and pay attention to the waters below you in the water! It doesn’t take many accidents to make you wake up, only one time will kill you! Now, hold on to your magic wand, from This row starts to come in order, I will read the disarming spell to you, what to do to better avoid the spell after the wand is dropped due to other circumstances, and then take the wand back into your hand according to the opportunity."

"Flying Curse, Professor!"

"This is the easiest way, Miss Granger, I hope what you do is as accurate as what you say." Salazar didn't hold his wand, and he stood there looking at the nervous red-haired girl: "Disarm."

The classroom door flew out with Hermione's wand.

All the students looked over in surprise. A woman wearing the uniform of a Ministry of Magic official and a Wizengamot judge's hat walked in. She had short, curly chestnut hair like a mouse, and she wore a scarecrow on her collar. The pink Alice bowknot, the pale and distorted face like a frog, the fake smile, the indescribable pride in the prominent protruding and drooping eyes, and a group of tall Aurors behind: "Ni Professor Kex? The Department of Examination and the Department of Law of the Ministry of Magic need your explanation. This is the review and arrest warrant signed by Minister Fudge. I am the Deputy Minister of Magic, the Wizengamot—"

"Get out of my class!"

Salazar has absolutely no liking for the word Ministry of Magic. It originated from what he heard when he just woke up from a deep sleep, especially the woman's voice reminded him of the magic of throwing a letter to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts in the middle of the night. ministry announcement.

The door of the classroom sprang up from the ground at a faster speed than just flying out, slammed it on the door frame and closed it, and photographed the woman with a distorted smirk and all the people she brought into the corridor.

The little animals opened their mouths very awkwardly.

"Miss Granger, your spell."

The elegant and gentle voice finally brought Hermione back to her senses:

"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry, Professor! The wand is coming."

No matter who it is, it can't interfere with learning, can it?The Gryffindor Living Library has strengthened this belief and is thrilled that it has found the most reliable supporters.