Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Is that really a portrait of a Horcrux?

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

The white wizard didn't think it would appear so easily, and he knew the habits of the Duke of Slytherin very well now, and he would never trust anyone but himself, so no one should be able to find that painting.No, to be more precise, even if Hogwarts is destroyed, they will not show this painting to a third person.

— There is a wonderful room on the eighth floor.

Dumbledore came to his senses, but the Auror who got up from the ground didn't see the horrified eyes of the students and the uncertain expressions of the professors at all. Umbridge struggled to climb out of the pile of bricks, her pink wool His coat was covered in gray dust, his hair was also in a mess, and he waved his wand angrily at the wall: "It's all shattered! Torn apart! I don't believe this thing can stop the elites of the Ministry of Magic! Come on, throw the magic spell." !"

The sound of chanting spells in unison, this time the professors used the defensive spells in time, and the little animals stretched their heads even more unscrupulously to look at Umbridge, who was furious again.

"I have to warn you, Ms. Deputy Minister!" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed a hint of cold sarcasm, he walked forward slowly, and blinked quietly at the panicked Harry inside: "Are you here?" Destroy the 1000-year-old Hogwarts Castle, while your ancestors and your future descendants will spend the most important seven years of their lives here!"

A few Aurors laughed softly, because Dolores Umbridge hadn't changed her surname yet.

Her ugly and withered face was flushed for a moment:

"Dumbledore, you have repeatedly obstructed the Ministry of Magic's arrest warrant..."

Because he is not very familiar with the stairs, Minister Fudge just ran up angrily and was about to say something, but Aerys in the Room of Requirement misunderstood the meaning of the white wizard's blinking... I really can't blame it, snakes can't blink, and I heard that Humans don't use their eyes to do this unless they have something to say.Is it going to fly away this woman who looks like snake food (toad, silent...), it's great, it has tolerated her for a long time, and it dares to make it even eat breakfast!

"Get out of here!"

The little basilisk girl stood nervously in front of the portrait.

"Iris..." Harry hesitated to speak, do you need him to remind, everything in this weird room is fake, in fact, as long as they can escape, it will not matter if they are broken into.

A pearly white shadow completely ignored the magic barrier and passed through directly.

"Madame Gray!"

Harry didn't know, so looking at this Ravenclaw ghost, he knew the ghost better than the myrtle in the bathroom on the second floor. As for others, even if it was the ghost of Gryffindor, the headless Sir He didn't know why he was almost headless, and he didn't know what he did before he died.But Gray Lady is no different from other ghosts, at most it is the bloody Baron who hides from Slytherin, but every time he sees the portrait of Slytherin, he shows a kind of madness.

Aerys looked over angrily, but no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't stop a ghost.

"...Yes...that's it!"

Cinderella's voice trembled terrifyingly sharply, and she stretched out her fingers, as if she wanted to touch the portrait.

"It's exactly the same as what I saw when I was 13..."

She laughed heavily, staring blankly at the portrait in a daze.

How many years has it been?

When there was still a large piece of blank space on the canvas, she was eating a small piece of cake, curiously and timidly, she quietly lifted the cloth covering the shelf, and intermittently changed from an unimportant thing to something that was hanging on her heart and thinking about it over and over again. Looking at the blank outline gradually becoming clear and vivid, until one day, I suddenly saw the black-haired and green-eyed boy sitting sideways on the chair without moving, staring at himself outside the painting.

The background of the canvas is still blank then.

She looked at the figure in the painting, hoping that it would be finished and hung in the castle hall as soon as possible, so she could see it whenever she wanted.

But the result—after more than 1000 years, she finally saw it again, no, it was the first time she really saw the finished portrait.

Mother really didn't lie to her.

She finally waited and touched the picture frame, even though she passed through it, but it was so close that even the feeling of paused and forgotten breath and heartbeat suddenly returned made her more painful.

But it turns out that what is more unacceptable than deception in this world is the truth.

Countless times, she stood in the corner of the wall and the corner of the cellar, waiting and watching the man pass by.

But never once, she would follow, and never once would she be in a trance. Helena only liked to look at her portrait quietly.

But now, he can't even touch it.

[hiss--]

Aerys changed again and again, no matter how much she changed her direction and position, there was no way to prevent the Gray Lady from passing through her body. Even if it changed into its original shape, it couldn't stop it.

And now outside.

"Snapped!"

Everything has a critical point, and it is attacked by such an infinitely concentrated point.The lustrous magic barrier finally shattered. At the same time, the Duke of Slytherin who was far away in Gringotts was shocked behind the dragon Greyer, and at the same time he apparated.The moment the magic barrier completely disappeared, everything in the Room of Requirement gradually disappeared from the wall as if melting, including the portrait that aroused the surprise and fear of the small animals, and turned back into the empty room again.

"No!" Madame Gray looked around in horror, but she stretched out her hand, and just penetrated through the wall, nothing.

[No! ]

Iris looked at the wall in great fear. Master, if the portrait left by the master disappears, if the master leaves, will he never come back?

[Iris! ]

Harry was so frightened that he hurried to pull it. Apparently a step too late, a dozen Aurors had already rushed in. He struggled hard, but before he could utter a word, he saw Aerys being pulled out in a daze, his out-of-focus eyes staring at it. Mrs. Gray seemed to see something terrible, covered her forehead with her hand, and let out a strange soft hiss, as if she fell into an unconscious trance: [Don't leave...drawing...forever...I will never forget, What the master said...]

In a daze, he stared at Umbridge who was smiling triumphantly.

"Notice from the Ministry of Magic, Miss Iris Nyx, you are obliged to explain your family blood and..."

Umbridge didn't know why his eyes suddenly went dark.

Isn't it ten o'clock in the morning? Umbridge took a step back inexplicably, her eyes were still dark, and she stepped back with a thump on her pink shoes. While turning her head for no reason, she saw a smile on everyone's face. There was a terrifying paleness, and a terrified gaze appeared from the pupils, as if she understood what it meant to be dead and shrouded here in an instant.She even saw the bowler hat in Fudge's hand fell straight to the floor, and the Minister for Magic, who was so fond of interrupting others with his cane and his hat in one hand, was leaning against the wall, trembling to get something out of his sleeve The thing, by the way, was the wand, and all the professors at Hogwarts pulled out their wands at the same time, except for the white wizard.

Dumbledore raised his head and motioned for the four headmasters to leave immediately with the stunned students, while frowning: "Aerys?"

The black thing with a strange blue magic light was a huge scale. Umbridge fell to the ground all of a sudden, and she finally saw clearly what the huge monster that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes blocked all the light.

He was so tall that he couldn’t tell how big it was, and he couldn’t understand how thick the largest part of his body was half-discended on the ground. There was no sign of it appearing in the corridor. His head almost reached the ceiling, and poisonous saliva dripped from the snake letter. The drops fell to the floor at Umbridge's feet, rising in hideous smoke.

"what----"