Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Throw that painting out of the cellar, Dumbledore, or more directly, I should switch offices so that the great Slytherin founder and his pets can meet in the cellar undisturbed!"

The white-bearded headmaster sat behind the desk, looking at the oak door that was slammed down and moaning in pain, and the Potions professor, who was almost condensed into solid anger, and the surrounding air had obviously darkened. The old man spread his hands innocently: "Dear Severus, you know, that is a painting by Salazar Slytherin. Although I am the headmaster, I can't do the things you said. The offices of the previous Slytherin headmasters are all in the cellar. And that painting has been hanging there..."

Well, to change offices, yes, as long as you're not head of Slytherin.

"Since that damned basilisk that never dies can roam the castle at will, I don't think it needs to see such things as potions! Dumbledore, if its IQ is as you said, I'm afraid You have to teach it to lie obediently in the secret room and pretend to be dead before school starts, instead of crawling around the castle to scare the group of little wizards who are causing trouble!"

Turning angrily, the corner of his robe almost lifted the parchment on Dumbledore's table.

"Severus!"

The Potions Master didn't even look back.

"Sirius has escaped from prison."

Turning his head suddenly, he glared sharply at the old man behind the table who was still smiling.

"Oh, Severus, I think you have been busy with potions for the past few days and you must have missed the Daily Prophet. Yes, very bad news. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban."

Snape froze there for a long time, his usually empty eyes were filled with anger as substantial hatred first, then repeated struggles and pains, his drooping right hand was unconsciously clenched tightly, his sleeves trembled slightly, and it took a long time before he felt dry. Throw out a word: "Spiritual..."

"Uh, there are spirit monsters in Azkaban that even children who don't go to school know. It is said that Sirius Black has always been sane. From the beginning of the establishment of Caban, no one can escape from anywhere, they will either die or go crazy..."

The old man's eyes dimmed for a moment, but Snape was equally restless and didn't notice it at all.

"We must pay attention to the safety of little Harry..."

"I assume you said that the savior is protected by blood magic in his Muggle relatives' house, and that any wizard with malicious intentions will not be able to find him!" Foreshadowing, half of the past principals pretending to be asleep on the wall in different postures secretly opened their eyes.

"On this point, I regret that Harry and his Muggle relatives apparently had some unpleasant communication..."

"Say the point!"

Several principals nodded, and then realized that something was wrong, and quickly pretended to sleep a little bit, a little bit, and a little bit, almost smashing the frame of their own picture.

"Little Harry blew up his aunt. Unfortunately, several Muggles saw it, and the Ministry of Magic has rushed to deal with it... Severus, don't do this, it's normal for children to have magical riots, even if adult wizards have Sometimes I can't completely suppress my anger."

Dumbledore's last words choked on a series of sarcastic venom.

"If there are still a few smart wizards in the Ministry—"

"Yes, don't worry, little Harry is safe, he took the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron in London, smart isn't he, and no one taught him how to return to the wizarding world safely at night when he ran away from home .”

——If the one who nearly broke his neck while driving a speeding car last year wasn't the savior.

The Potions professor at Hogwarts moved the corners of his lips with difficulty, and the veins on his forehead twitched. Without saying a word, he turned around and left (Professor, you must have been so annoyed by the phrase magic riot...)

"Severus, wait, I've hired the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next semester..."

"Boom!" The door of the principal's office was slammed shut, and he groaned in pain.

Dumbledore touched his nose, took out a cockroach from the drawer and put it in his mouth; "Little Harry will like Remus."

The principals who pretended to be asleep with their eyes closed in different postures on the wall opened their eyes one after another.

"Albus, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

The red-nosed wizard twisted his slightly fat body and stood up from the chair in his frame.

"Forsk, your good news must be that you saw Slytherin himself, so what about the bad news?"

"No no, Albus, what you said was bad news."

"kindness?"

"The good news is that at least two of the diaries left by Godric Gryffindor have been confirmed—the girl mentioned in the diary who appeared and disappeared strangely was not a Slytherin researcher on the dark arts. victims of the basilisk, but the Animagus-like state of the basilisk..."

Don't ask how the headmaster's portrait knew, Snape destroyed the cellar door when he cast the spell, and was peeped from beginning to end by a certain headmaster who had been on guard all along.

"Salazar Slytherin was pissed off, no doubt—"

"Phineas, don't say such irresponsible words!" The old witch with long curly silver hair and wearing a sky blue magic robe frowned dissatisfiedly in her frame.

"Then what about the other one that was confirmed?"

"Uh, this is bad news for us at the same time. We think His Excellency Godric Gryffindor's guess is very reasonable. Salazar Slytherin has dual personalities...Unfortunately, he recently appeared at Hogwarts The Duke of Slytherin in the hall is definitely in a chaotic and moody personality. His Excellency Gryffindor mentioned in his diary that Duke Slytherin killed seven wizard nobles and many Muggles. He had never been in that state of mind when he was teaching students. Albus, I have to say, this is dangerous. Hercules has been scared out of his wits and Nothing is known about the portraits in the hall."

"Thank you for your reminder, but I still think that Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff made the mistake 1000 years ago, and we can't make it again."

Dumbledore stood up and chanted a spell softly. The Sorting Hat on the shelf twisted, and a shelf next to it suddenly opened, and a stack of ancient yellowed parchment lay quietly in the dark compartment.

The Sorting Hat twisted again, a crack was opened on it, and the "corner of the mouth" was vividly pulled: "Albus, I dare say you are the headmaster who most believes in Godric's crazy thoughts over the years."

"Gryffindor will never deny his mistakes, even if he understands how unforgivable his mistakes are—" The blue eyes of the old man are full of sadness that will not overflow in front of outsiders:——he has already made such mistakes One time, enough for him to regret for a lifetime.

So this unspeakable and inexpressible pain is engraved in life like a curse.Godric Gryffindor chose to let posterity know, which is really a great courage.

"He's not like Voldemort."

A quarter of the blood bond at Hogwarts comes from Slytherin, and he will not do anything to destroy the castle.