Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"How horrible, you know what I saw in that Daily Prophet that Filch threw out?"

All the portraits in the hall stopped talking, and inexplicably heard the portrait of the fat lady rushing over and shouting in surprise: "Someone escaped from Azkaban!"

Wow—it was like a hornet's nest was blown up. The portraits were so surprised that they whispered to each other. Even the portraits of wizards in the corridor, which had always been disdainful to look this way, gathered towards the picture frame on the side of the hall.

"No way, that's Azkaban, guarded by spirit monsters."

"People will go crazy after entering that ghostly place. Can a lunatic still escape from prison?"

"Well, such an astonishing feat, which warrior did it? Maybe we can guess that it was someone from Gryffindor?" This is said to be the famous alchemist in the 15th century in the corridor. , You can tell his origin by listening to this gorgeous tone.

"It's Black, the snake that hid in Gryffindor, the traitor who betrayed his friends!"

There was another burst of lively whispering and exclamation.

The black-haired and green-eyed boy kept looking at the inconceivable expressions of the portraits around him with a smile.

When the third year was about to start, Sirius escaped from prison, and Hogwarts was about to welcome a werewolf as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.He is a portrait, as long as it is properly used as the background.

"Hercules has always been listless recently." The innocent girl followed behind him cautiously, completely unwilling to join the topic of escape that everyone is interested in, but desperately trying to find something to say to him, "Is it because you are in a bad mood? ?”

Speechlessly, he glanced at the portrait of the three-headed snake not far above his head.

The huge body is curled up together, with its head buried in the body. Whether the magma is erupting or the flames are burning in the painting, it doesn't look up.

The corner of his mouth twitched, letting the black lines fall down his head.

Poor kid, it's not in a bad mood, it's just terrified.

"Azkaban, Green, why aren't you surprised?" Knight White couldn't help but glanced over and yelled.

He had known for a long time and even knew that there would be more people escaping there in the future, could he be surprised?

The black-haired and green-eyed boy just smiled, and it was this smile that has captivated the portraits of many young ladies recently. Ah, praise the wizard who drew Green, what a skillful skill, just slightly hooking the corners of his lips, there is Such a heart-warming charm would dazzle even just looking at it. It would be great if those green eyes weren't so deep and cold, it always gives people the illusion of looking through people's hearts and looking at them coldly from above. Green is not one of those wizards, how could he have that emotion, right?

"I'd love to be surprised, it's just—"

All the surrounding portraits looked over curiously, including those in the corridor.

"What is Azkaban?"

"Oh!"

All the portraits were relieved, and some even laughed.

Except for a dirty painting in the corridor, where there is an obese old man who occupies a small half of the frame, and only one red nose is particularly eye-catching, all the portraits in the corridor are talking about it. , No one noticed that he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

—Slytherin, who lived thousands of years ago, of course had never heard of Azkaban.

"Little guy, you can have no common sense, but you can't be so ignorant! If you say it, it will embarrass Hogwarts!" The old man with the parrot shouted excitedly.

Believe me, Hercules and Slytherin are definitely not the only ones in the wind.

"I can't believe it, Green, you don't even know about Azkaban."

The Fat Lady's voice was unusually loud. Maybe all the portraits at Hogwarts liked him, but they just didn't match up with the Fat Lady. As for why, it was very simple, because she saw him entering the frame of Hercules.

"Go out and don't say we know you."

The corners of his eyes continued to twitch, and he was sure that even if he wasn't the real Salazar Slytherin, he didn't like anything about Gryffindor.Thanks to him for remembering that the other party is a portrait, there is no reason to compete with her, and he slowly jumped out word by word: "I didn't know who you are."

Seeing that the fat lady raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to say something, a portrait of a young woman next to her hurriedly pulled her over, and someone immediately came to persuade her: "Okay, okay, Green, don't worry about her, she Just this temper."

"How long have you been with Gryffindor?"

"Well, Green, those Gryffindor kids are actually quite cute..."

"..." He understands what it feels like not to be able to communicate, he now fully understands, looking boredly at the portraits everywhere talking about Sirius' escape from prison, well, the life of the portraits is too boring, and Hogwarts is another In a place that is too stable, even if there is a war outside, they can still live leisurely. It is just interesting news that a vicious person escaped from Azkaban.

You won't think so when Sirius breaks into this castle four months later.

I don't deny that I have thoughts of gloating in my heart, and with a headache, I glanced behind the innocent girl who was still looking forward to it, and casually greeted the vigorous portraits discussed, and passed through these picture frames one after another, and disappeared in Hagrid. Reese's painting.

No one noticed, and the red-nosed old man in the corner of the corridor also disappeared.

[...so crowded... woo—]

As soon as he walked into the office of Head Slytherin, he heard a hoarse and sharp voice.

He stopped in doubt, the dark room was still empty - of course, he had calculated his time to go out and come back, and he definitely wouldn't "pass by" when Snape was around.

[...How did the tube get narrowed...]

Who the hell is talking?

He looked down at the lake under his feet, the squid was still huddled there, not daring to move, and he didn't think he could understand what the squid was saying.wait -

[About... well, it's here...]

The sound coming from the ceiling, no, more precisely, the sound coming from the walls.

Basilisk?

[Nyx. ]

The dome carved with snake patterns on the top of the head suddenly moved left and right, and a huge black monster slid down from above without a sound. anything.

The scales shone with pitch-black light, very dim. The huge head was raised high, and the one-meter-long snake letters kept swallowing.

His vision was greatly impacted, and he instinctively wanted to step back. Compared to such a terrifying snake, Hercules is a child. Wait, Hercules is a painting!There is no comparison at all.

The basilisk lost its eyes, and it couldn't see anything. At this moment, it was turning its head uncomfortably to feel the room that no longer belonged to its owner. The sudden strangeness made it uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Perhaps to outsiders, this ferocious creature turned its head and was ready to attack, but for some reason, he could clearly feel this anxiety and hesitation.

[…Aerys]

The body of the basilisk froze suddenly, and turned to the direction of the portrait in an instant.

[Owner? ! ]