Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On the first day Nagini entered the castle, Professor Trelawney fell down the stairs and lived in the bed next to Harry. She was curious about what the savior saw and rushed out of her classroom, but she Broken her right leg, she kept yelling, and Madam Pomfrey gave her a whole bottle of sleeping potion before it finally subsided, and Harry was able to take off the pillow covering her ears.Because of the effect of the medicine, the strangled wounds on his body were uncomfortable even when they touched the bed board, but now he was a little dazed, as if Trelawney's strange and meaningless words just now were still echoing in his ears.

But he was so tired that he lost consciousness in pain.

In the familiar twilight, a ray of light slowly passed through the darkness, and Harry thought it was the old dilapidated house that he was familiar with again. You can tell Principal Dumbledore where Voldemort is hiding.Then I thought that Britain is so big, and it is still difficult to find a house in an abandoned Muggle village, even the Ministry of Magic—well, he also believed what Hermione said recently, the Ministry of Magic is now in a daze. guy.

But this place is weird.

It seemed that I couldn't see the ceiling or the ground. There were black and white crystal-like stones everywhere. It was very cold and weird. I seemed to be floating in because my feet didn't touch the ground.It was very dark all around, and there was a shadow in front of him, holding his wand very cautiously to look around, judging from that cautious appearance, he didn't even know that there was his own existence behind him.

Is it an invisibility cloak, or some kind of spell?

Or is he dead?

Startled by his own thought, he still couldn't wake up from the dream, he could only vaguely see the surrounding things, and it seemed that the pain of reality was brought in, and an abnormal thirst spread from his throat On the other hand, there was a slight trembling as if trying to restrain something, not fear, but weird excitement.

The door at the end opened, and Harry didn't follow in. He watched the wizard walk in with his wand raised.

After a while, there was a faint scream.

The room was silent for a while, and a figure slowly walked out.

It wasn't the wizard before, that gorgeous robe even in such a dark place shone with the faint light of its own gemstones and precious magic items, and the long hair slipped out from the cloak.

Soft and beautiful platinum color.

Harry felt his breathing suddenly heavy, but he didn't think carefully whether it was him or the person standing there hiding his tracks all the time, he just suddenly thought of who this person was.

He is no longer the kid who just entered the wizarding world at the age of 11. He knows who only has this hair color.

He wanted to yell, but he couldn't yell out, that strange feeling of thirst and trembling came again, as if he really wanted to tear apart the living things, and wanted blood to soak the cold ground...

With a painful grunt, the wizard in the cloak covered his right arm and leaned against the wall, with a look of horror in his gray-blue eyes.

[Lucius Malfoy. ]

Snake language came out hoarsely.

"...Lord?"

Shrunk suddenly and struggled to fall to the ground, silently piercing his heart and directly hitting his chest, the pain was so painful that even his voice trembled.

"Where's the crystal ball?"

Harry saw his feet, as if they had suddenly emerged from the air. The robes and boots were of good texture, but the vague outlines were strange.

"You lied to Crouch that you had something to dedicate to me, but you killed him..."

"No...Lord, Crouch...alive..."

"Then, you made him a victim of the Ministry of Magic's trap. Give me that crystal ball, Lucius. After you betrayed me, don't expect to be forgiven. What you are doing now is just the process of letting you die." Take it easy."

A pale, slender hand protruded from a black sleeve, casting a shadow on the ground like a giant water spider.

Voldemort is back?

No, no, the last time I saw him, he was obviously still lying on that chair, only the size of a baby, wrapped in a blanket, with only a pair of bright red eyes staring at Crouch horribly and cruelly.

A transparent crystal ball suddenly flew from under the cloak into the slender fingers like spiders.

"I can't wait to hear that ridiculous prophecy that said I would die at the hands of that boy. Snape brought only the first half, didn't he? The Ministry of Magic couldn't afford to throw a woman full of nonsense out of Hull Gwarz! Otherwise, I have more than a dozen ways to get that stupid woman to speak, what is the second half of the prophecy?"

The chaotically spinning crystal ball had just been lifted when a red light flew over, Voldemort stepped back suddenly, and then Harry saw a person.

It was a wizard wearing an ancient and luxurious dress that was even more traditional than Malfoy. There were many sapphire buttons from top to bottom, tassels wrapped in gold threads fell gracefully from the sleeves and neckline, and the tall boots were tightly fitted. Wrapped all the way from his knees, he doesn't have a wand in his hand, but wears snow-white gloves with delicate lace at the ends, slightly closed, as if turning the sapphire ring on the outside of the gloves very casually, smiling, with a sharp and gloomy expression For some reason, the gaze made Harry feel very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and more than once.

"who?"

Between the fingers like white spiders, a dark black magic wand was very elegantly held.

"Should I ask the Dark Lord to grant death's peace?"

The pupils under the half-curly golden hair revealed contemptuous sarcasm. As he stood opposite him, Harry suddenly felt chills all over his body, and a terrifying and urgent sense of crisis weighed on him, as if he heard a snake in the secret room. The sound of the sliding, feeling the hopeless cold of the dementor on the train - instinct warned him that it was very dangerous.

"Take back that unnecessary arrogance, my junior."

Harry's forehead ached violently, as if it was about to split.

Then he woke up, panting in agony.In front of him was the white and unstained ceiling of the medical wing. He struggled to get up, and his clothes and quilt were soaked in cold sweat, making it very uncomfortable to lie down like this.

Harry was about to pull out his wand from under the pillow and prepare a quick-drying charm, although he didn't know if it would work, but it was obviously wiser than sleeping in a damp quilt all night.

The next second, he froze.

The curtains that were originally drawn in the middle were all ripped open now. Professor Trelawney, who should be asleep after drinking the sleeping potion, sat on the bed and smiled at him strangely.The huge string of beads reflected off her chest and teeth, looking horrific.The shock of that dream has not faded away. He has heard countless terrible news. The prophecy of the savior was told by Professor Trelawney. It seemed unreal, and the person who appeared mysteriously at the end...none of the terrible news that shocked Harry - it was Snape who overheard the prophecy!It was Snape who told Voldemort the secret!Did Snape and Peter Pettigrew instigate Voldemort to go after Lily, James and their son...

Professor Trelawney clutched the bed sheet convulsively, her eyes widened suddenly, but her pupils were distracted!

Harry had seen it once, in third year, so he knew it was time for the real prophecy, even if Trelawney herself didn't remember saying it when he came to his senses, but there was no doubt that it was like Hercules As Min said, the blood talent is very scary, even if it is a squib, it will inherit the past. Trelawney is a famous prophetic family before the Middle Ages, although there are few real prophets—because they are generally regarded as stupid Liar, the fact is true, Professor Trelawney has no ability, can't control ability, and even doesn't know that she has such a terrible talent. No one believes that she can make real predictions.

"Two can only live one!"

The shrill and terrifying voice echoed in the dead night.

"Evil wizards stained with the blood of the curse await the horror of immortality, and after midnight, nothing can stop more blood from spilling across the ground...Two live only one..."

Trelawney lowered her head lower and lower, and finally fell back on the bed abruptly, and made an indistinct voice again: "...the most terrible thing will come after that. The secret buried thousands of years ago sleeps in the castle... the contract and the The blood of the soul...remorse's last...destruction..."

Harry held his breath, but never heard a complete sentence again.

Trelawney closed her eyes, and after a long time, snoring softly, she fell asleep.

Response Room

The illusion of convulsions has not faded from the body, and the water that has been cast with the constant temperature spell still has a confusing heat, soaking the skin like another pair of ubiquitous hands, the panting continues and gradually subsides, half The arms floating in the bath couldn't lift half of his strength, Salazar leaned against the slightly cold pool wall, his drenched black long hair was scattered in the water, and the sweat slid down his slender and graceful neck from his forehead, somewhat There was a trace of bitten blood marks on the pale lips, and bright red blood beads slowly oozed out from above, staining the ivory-white mandible that was now slightly reddish.

Soon, the blood was licked away, and a disapproving whisper came from my ear: "That's what you said, try without potion?"

Salazar half-opened his eyes, and saw that Ling Cha used his fingers instead, and carefully wiped away the wound that was still oozing blood, which was bitten out by himself just now.Ling Cha frowned. Although they like to make potions, those potions that can affect their sanity, whether they are lucky water or love potions, are never used, but since the second time, they have to accept the relief brought by the pink potion Painful effect, obviously this is a very bad thing.

At this time, the throbbing pain and numbness slowly came from the body. At this time, I wanted to drink half a bottle of recovery medicine, and my lower back twitched like a spasm. There was a faint throbbing pain, and finally couldn't help but cast himself four recovery spells in a row, and then Salazar closed his eyes in a daze.

Drowsiness invaded unstoppably.

And whenever struggling with such irresistible fatigue, there is a feeling of extra peace of mind, because the all-too-familiar breath surrounds me, even if I fall asleep without any precautions, it doesn't matter, because the other self It must be by your side and will not leave.

Those tense nerves and cautious emotions when awake seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Salazar..."

The voice was far away, and there was a familiar warm feeling on the lips, numb and hot.

Alright, alright, he will remember, these little tricks will be completely undone in a few days.

But can we put him to sleep now?

The hug was tighter than the hot water, as if something in the soul was screaming and uncontrollable, the breathing became short again, every inch of the skin where the fingers touched was numb and throbbed deep into the bone marrow, and it was weird like Being tightly entangled, there is an illusion of being burned by the black hell fire.

Just when Salazar vaguely felt that the feeling of unstoppable pain accompanied by extreme pleasure would soon come again, he suddenly heard a voice.

Low and low, it seemed to be an extremely suppressed sigh, and it seemed that it had never appeared before.

Originally, he might have thought that this was an illusion after being extremely tired, but at the same time, Ling Cha who stopped all movements and froze on him clearly proved that the voice was not an illusion.

The two who were tightly hugging each other in the most intimate and seamless posture just now separated suddenly. Although the lust has not faded from the lake green pupils, the water drops are scrambling to roll down from the bare skin. Flying over from the glazed platform not far away, but didn't notice anyone else in the room at all.

It was as if the sound just now was really just an illusion.

The result of a dozen black magics was nothing more than blasting some fine glassware out of thin air.

At this moment, they finally realized something was wrong.

Those broken bottles containing precious shower gel rolled on the ground, and they were gradually recovering. In less than ten seconds, they returned to their original appearance and were placed in their original places.

If it weren't for the support of his always strong and sober reason, Salazar would have thought he was dreaming.

Ling Cha froze for a full dozen seconds before suddenly reacting, quickly grabbed the clothes hanging on the rail and threw them to Salazar.

"Hogwarts."

The whole room seemed to vibrate, and the walls had weird colorful changes, and then everything in the room, whether it was the bath or the warm water that was smothered with suffocating lust, even the delicate crystal bricks on the ground and the paint on the roof All the candles on the glazed chandelier disappeared, and this was an empty room with nothing but them.

"Damn Merlin." Salazar endured the aches and pains all over his body and saw this shocking scene when he put on his clothes. With his fingernails, he could tell that this was not their room at all, but they had been there since dinner. What the hell is going on without taking a step out of the room, is there anyone else who can make Hogwarts come to trouble them?

"Salazar, this is a place that neither you nor I have ever been to."

"Hogwarts still has this kind of place?"

Salazar looked in disbelief at the empty room, which was obviously dozens of times larger than their bathroom.

"Yes, when someone thinks that he needs a place very much, it will suddenly appear, and it will be arranged according to the mood, but I don't know that it can appear in the entire castle without any scruples. It should have been It's in the hallway on the eighth floor..."

Originally after midnight, the exchanged kisses were so infatuated that they couldn't breathe. When they entered the bathroom, no one noticed that the door appeared in a place deviated from the usual place. They just walked in according to the direction in memory. Who would have thought that it would be a few steps away? Where is the real bathroom door?

If it wasn't for the Room of Requirement, once used, no one else could go in unless the same thing was thought of - who would stand in the eighth-floor hallway under the tapestry three times thinking 'I want a room with Salazar .Slytherin's bathroom-like room'(…) There's really no guarantee what happens this time.

Thousands of years ago, when the castle was built, Ling Cha always felt strange.

Because one thing in his memory can’t be found in Hogwarts at all. Not only has he never heard of it, but even Rowena once laughed at his whimsy. A classroom with the same layout or even better?They are wizards, but none of them have this kind of fairy-tale thinking.

Even if you look at it by alchemy, it is very delicate and meticulous, and it takes a lot of time and magic power to make it.

Salazar apparently also found this name deep in his memory, he looked at Ling Cha in surprise, and the latter nodded slightly.

Before they "died", Hogwarts didn't have this mysterious classroom, but apparently, it appeared according to the trajectory of fate, and it was even more outrageous than what was known before. It could feel the wizard's strong thinking desire, and suddenly appeared In the cellar - both Salazar and Lingcha turned pale with anger at the same time, and they did not forget the sudden sigh that appeared when they were confused.

"Hogwarts, show the truth."

They used black magic and ancient runes to draw carefully, but because they don't know advanced alchemy, they put it on hold. It is absolutely unusual for the Room of Response to appear. Could there be any wizards more brilliant than them who used to live in this place? In the castle, can even change the magic defense of Hogwarts to make the castle accept such a magical room?

In an instant, all the bricks receded like a tide, and the ground was covered with elaborate magic circles. Complicated runes filled gaps of all sizes, and there were even more complicated patterns on the walls. However, none of these The three dark coffins in the middle of the room are even more shocking.

The front end is a hexagonal, beautifully made and thick coffin, and most of the feather patterns inlaid on it have fallen off. There is no cross that Muggle nobles like to carve, but the protruding golden text has faded so far that only a few letters can be seen. .

The hands were clasped tightly together unconsciously, that familiar and strange feeling came again, although uneasy, but desperately longing to see each other again.It seemed that a voice had told them the answer, but the pain, remorse, and deep sorrow and regret that they thought were in the past suddenly sprang out, gnawing at the soul.

"Godric?"

Sighing slightly, the tone of the voice was old, as if the usual lightheartedness and joy in that voice had long since been reduced to ashes, a faint black shadow began to gather on a coffin in the center of the room, and slowly, more and more clearly appeared A man dressed in noble and gorgeous silver armor, with a face still in his 30s, seemed to be a knight with the best moral character and bravery proclaimed in the Holy See Bible, standing there straight, with blond hair scattered on one shoulder, handsome and deep like a bright jewel Silhouette, with an indescribable charm and a pretended relaxed smile, covered his eyes with his hands: "I didn't mean to peek, Salazar, I really didn't mean to."

If he is not an illusory shadow, it is very likely that he will suffer two "separation of flesh and blood".

"Godric! If you have a very good explanation."

In fact, Slytherin had an extremely bad premonition, the other two coffins did not move at all, and they did not feel any breath except Godric.

"...Don't look, Salazar, they said, I don't have the courage to see you again, and I have been left alone for a thousand years."

The runes all over the floor and the intricate magic circles are lighting up one by one, and Godric's figure is getting clearer and clearer, and finally he can even see the deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.

"You knew already?"

They originally thought that Godric would be the one who was forgotten by the truth, and they would always look outside for them who never left, and of course they would never find them. Every time they thought this way, an indescribable pain spread Come.

Now the three coffins are placed side by side in the wonderful room that Ling Cha had mentioned.

——Four people, how did they become what they are today?

"I rushed back before Rowena died, she said it..."

Godric was silent for a moment, then smiled:

"Salazar, my time is running out. When all the runes are lit up, the power of magic is exhausted. My consciousness was awakened two years ago--ah, it's funny you look at me like this , especially now that there are two of you."

Godric folded his arms, showing that familiar heartless, relaxed and happy smile that made people want to twitch: "Look, it's a great masterpiece, Merlin knows that just a few times you said These words and some of the research on black magic and runes left behind allowed the three of us to create such a grand miracle—uh, don’t stare, I’m talking about the point, yes, Merlin, I can’t waste my life anymore—— In other words, I seem to have died a long time ago?"

If they hadn't held hands tightly, if they hadn't discovered this a long time ago, if they hadn't realized the truth in front of them, the two of them really wanted to give Godric some magic spells to make him shut up and realize the problem earlier the key of.

A scalding liquid slowly soaked the sight in front of him.

"You're not dead, we all know that, the Hogwarts deed confirms that, and if you're dead, there's no reason we can't get into your dorm...you'll be back, won't you? It's just that we probably won't be able to wait Now, although I don’t know what method you will use, the contract between soul and blood is just this castle. We tried to think of a second magic medium, but we couldn’t find it. You have a pet, right, but it’s a pity that it’s just a rumor, even we There is no way to prove the rumor, a very scary magic pet, no one knows what it is, all the rumors in the world are not good for you, so we hide the magic on my sword, tacitly acquiesce and exaggerate the legend of the Chamber of Secrets— —”

Godric smiled slightly, as if thousands of years ago:

"Your pet naturally has a soul and blood contract related to you, so it must also be the key to your recovery. We can't find it. It doesn't mean that no one has found it in the eternal years. I think Salazar Must have thought more than we did, thought clearly, you see, said Helga, put the sword in the sorting hat, and tell every headmaster that this is a relic of me, the great Gryffindor, and only the real Only those with courage can pull it out and overcome all difficulties, and the monster in the secret room is definitely the scariest legend."

Godric touched his nose and smiled:

"That's it, you woke up, and I woke up too. We will be able to wait for you, it's just a matter of time."