Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"...Many people must have discovered the Room of Requirement in the millennium, and what they think will appear. But if you want to see what the Room of Requirement is like, you can only enter an empty room..."

Godric stopped suddenly, looked at the two people in front of him, and showed a strange smile: "Sure enough, it is very similar to the portrait, Salazar, your current appearance reminds me of many things. It has been a long time since we first met. It's been so long that I can't remember what I was wearing that day... Ah, but then again, I won. Of the three I guessed right, you have two personalities, and Helga was right, she said you Probably split the soul. We were also terrified of what would happen if two Salazar fought in front of us, and Horcruxes are dangerous and crazy things, but we were all wrong."

"Godric..."

"Rowena and Helga asked me to say 'sorry', I just wanted to tell you when I was alive, I didn't have time to say something, now it seems that these are unnecessary, Salazar, you will forgive Us?"

Stretch out your fingers, but you can't touch them. When time has lost its track, there will be no more intersections from now on.

"Rowena died three years after you 'leaved', and Helga died suddenly in the observatory in the last three months when the magic circle was about to be completed. At that time, she hadn't slept for half a year to draw the star map and the circle pattern Relying on potions, I took the notes they left me and set up everything on the eighth floor of the castle. It turns out that waiting for death is the most terrifying process, Salazar..."

The rune light became brighter and brighter, extending from the floor to the walls and ceiling, fully illuminating the three coffins lying here. Godric lowered his head, quietly looking at the exquisite and heavy coffin under his figure. coffin.The already faded gold letters above are clearly visible.

Godric Gryffindor.

There is no date of year or month, for he was the last to walk into this tomb.

When the once powerful magic power no longer exists, the old and weak body finally lies in the coffin, and slowly closes the lid.Gradually in a trance in the darkness, holding the magic wand that has accompanied him for a lifetime, waiting for the breath to stop, the feeling almost wants to go crazy.

"You're going back to Hogwarts—"

So even if we die we will still be here.

"Salazar, there is a very strange thing in this room."

Godric stretched out his finger, and pointed to the coffin on his left: "I don't know when, someone hid Rowena's crown in the 'need a hiding room', and there are traces of black magic imposed on it , if I'm not mistaken, it's a Horcrux. I don't know which guy is so brainless, throwing a piece of soul into the alchemy crown made by elf crafts, which is the most famous masterpiece of white magic..."

The corners of Ling Cha's eyes twitched.

When they saw Ravenclaw's diadem for the first time thousands of years ago, they were speechless wondering how Voldemort would have thought of making a typical white magic item into a Horcrux, whether it was torturing his own soul, or wanting to completely destroy it This ancient and precious magical item - the obvious answer is that Voldemort is only obsessed with what the founder left behind to demonstrate the significance of his special existence.

"Godric, I'd appreciate it if you'd shut up..."

The magic wand in Salazar's hand stagnated most of the illuminated magic text in the room, and most of the patterns and magic circles on the ceiling still did not light up clearly.

Godric raised his head in surprise, touched his nose and said with a playful smile: "But——you seem to be not going to let me really rest, but to listen to my endless talk..."

"You still have to wait here!" Ling Cha took a lot of effort to maintain his expressionless face.

"Huh? This is too much, Salazar! By the way, you two, can't I both be called Salazar?"

Salazar didn't seem to hear Godric's words. He looked at the coffin on the ground, and then lightly waved his magic wand. Those glowing runes couldn't fade away, but a small part of them changed drastically.

"After the magic is activated again, it will only take about ten seconds for all the runes to light up."

"Seal everything now until we die,"

"You can use these ten seconds."

Ling looked at the somewhat shocked Godric, whose figure floating in mid-air had gradually become transparent due to the stagnation of magic. Salazar pointed to a location out of thin air with his wand, and then said, "This place in front of your coffin is ours."

Godric trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but obviously he couldn't make a sound.

There is a soft sigh:

"Godric, last Halloween, the Sorting Hat sang that song to me."

It seemed that he was panicked, but also a little bit happy, or he couldn't help but cry and laugh. In the end, only a calm smile remained. That's good enough to think, Salazar, that's all.

What he couldn't say was finally no longer an eternal secret sleeping with death.

In the dead still room, there were only three dark coffins lying there quietly.

— Slytherin will never leave Hogwarts unless you first break your friendship and abandon it, so, even after we die, we promise to stay here forever.

"Decades, no, maybe another 100 years..."

The 15-year-old's appearance is like a painting carefully drawn by their own hands. It is completely inconsistent with the elegance and nobility of the teenager's eyebrows. The lake-green pupils become clearer and clearer, only reflecting each other.

The slender white fingers slowly touched the cold coffin, the silver inlaid rune and the pattern of the wings still carried the residual warmth from when the magic took effect just now, as if the heat of shallow breathing, as if the millennium did not exist , as long as the lid of the coffin is opened, the people inside will show a smile of successful mischief and run away to avoid the spell they threw out in anger.

"Godric, I'm sorry."

Slowly exit the door, the cold wind blows from the open window not far away, looking back, there is indeed a woven carpet that teaches trolls to dance, there is no one in the corridor on the eighth floor, and the door is silent Disappeared.

The fingers under the sleeves of the robe are tightly clenched, and every time I feel restless, I always clenched something subconsciously, and often when I suddenly come to my senses, I find that the quill or something else has suffered. Fortunately, the magic wand is not afraid of these things. Now under the emotional ups and downs, the pain is transmitted to the brain at the same time, and I can't help but recover and relax a little.

"The hiding room."

They won't be so bored, going back and forth three times in this corridor.

Touched by the magic power from the founder, the door reappeared on the otherwise empty wall.

Pushing open the door, they are now standing in a room as big as a church, surrounded by tall windows with arched tops, and what is even more strange is that there are beams of light coming in from there. The exact time at this moment is around two o'clock in the morning.The inside is full of messy things, and it is defended against unique and crooked high walls, creating a maze-like maze-like maze.

There is no doubt that it was intentional or unintentional for thousands of years, or even a masterpiece of Hogwarts wizards who could not be found here after hiding in a hurry.The big ones are damaged and destroyed furniture of various styles and decorations, which are used as the main body to construct various paths and avenues. The inside of these furniture is also full, and some things like bottles or belts are exposed. Others seemed outdated or outdated, perhaps stuffed in by house-elves who didn't have time to get things done and kept their castle tidy.

Then there are a large number of books, undoubtedly banned books, or stolen from the restricted section of the library by night tours, or books that were graffitied and pranked. Many winged slingshots and sharp-toothed frisbees, several of which still have magic on them, are circling and fluttering slowly at low altitude, some broken bottles contain solidified potions, and weird hats, look It didn't look like fake jewels, ornate cloaks, or even some eggshells that even Slytherins didn't recognize for what they were.

Horcruxes can't use the Flying Curse, but for Slytherin, the obscure but rare black magic has pointed the way very well.Beside a large cupboard with a bumpy surface that looked like it had been doused with some horrific potion, and on top of a broken chest was crooked an ugly, old wizard's mutilated bust with a tarnished crown hanging from it. The dusty gemstones made the whole diadem look like scrap metal with plastic and glass decorations.

The crown of Ravenclaw is a magic item mixed with 7 ounces of mithril and fine gold, and the base is engraved with ancient rune. I didn't know that it was cast by the elves who had disappeared in the middle ages. It had been handed down for centuries before it was in Rowena's hands, but those names were lost in history. Ravenclaw's crown Become its name that the world will remember.

Although it now looks more inconspicuous than the bright-rimmed metal cage that holds an unknown pet that has turned into a skeleton next to it.

When the crown was picked up, it seemed that it was really a worthless toy. It was not a normal Horcrux's reaction after being touched at all, and there was no magic fluctuation at all.

Salazar uttered a cold, contemptuous low note from his throat.

The broken soul is still tightly attached to the crown, but it just exists.

"The diary was destroyed before we woke up. We used the soul in the soul-returning stone ring. The locket...was still hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest a few days ago. Nagini was already in the castle. , this part of Rowena's crown can no longer be revived, so there is only one left."

[Harry Potter? ]

They whispered hoarsely, and the two of them frowned and smiled indifferently at the same time.

What an unfortunate savior.

The author has something to say: I struggled for a whole day, wanting to let GG die like this, but I couldn’t live, so I had to wait for something terrible. Mo Mingqi has a song called "The Last Waiting" , I've always been very fond of it (a small part of the lyrics)

The dust of the ruins cannot be dispersed

Existing like a sea in a mirage

Women's footsteps wander inside and outside

Cold surrounding the castle

For the past few days she has been looking out the window

more like waiting for someone to come back

Death's warnings ignored

Back and forth singing the so-called confession

I can really pretend you've left before me

No longer looking forward, no longer afraid of your sudden return after I leave

By day at the latest, I can really forget about dependence

Leaving like this leaves you facing the merciless arrangement of fate

"I can really pretend that you have left before me, no longer expecting, no longer afraid that you will come back suddenly after I leave" GG, why am I so sorry.