Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Ling Cha felt something was wrong from the moment he went out, for example, the corridor in the cellar was full of people in the picture frame, and when he walked out, he saluted him as always to show respect, but in fact, those weird and distorted expressions went with him. The whispering after the incident really made him very dissatisfied.

This accident lasted until he walked into the hall. Out of his usual cautious habit, he noticed portraits running around on the walls. Since his identity was known by the portraits in the school, he hid in the corner when he saw him There were some who lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at him, but never before did such headless flies scurry up and down the corridors he passed by, as if they were looking for something, and seemed very disappointed.

In addition to portraits, there are ghosts.

Maybe the wizards of this era don't care much about these dead beings, but Slytherin is a dark wizard living in the middle ages. Even if the ghosts are hiding in the walls, he can detect them, so this is becoming more and more difficult to explain. Today What the hell is going crazy at Hogwarts, and the portraits too, what are these two sneaky people doing?

If their identities were only exposed today, then there is still something to be said. Two days of exams have passed. If there is no accident, Dumbledore will announce the end-of-semester banquet tonight, and Hogwarts Express will take away the students tomorrow. , so sneaky, could Voldemort be resurrected again?

He walked into the hall from the side door, almost as usual, and countless eyes focused on him.

Ling Cha didn't care about these things at all, but the gazes focused on him today were extremely hot, even the professors who usually buried their heads on the table and didn't even dare to look at him turned their heads, even though their expressions were very rigid Solemn, but those flickering eyes clearly confirmed that their abnormality has something to do with the ghosts of the portraits.

"Well, good day, Your Excellency the Duke."

Wizard Bai smiled as usual, but it was precisely because of his nonchalance that aroused Ling Cha's vigilance.

Then there was breakfast, in twos and threes, all the small animals who were whispering, even the professor's chair was either very stiff like Professor McGonagall, or was so weird that he looked at Professor Flitwick at him frequently, as for the Potions Professor's face all the year round It's all livid, it's not news that he's in a bad mood, and the demons around him are so low that no one can get close to them. It's been a common occurrence in the past two years, but it's just that he got the knife stuck in the lamb chops one after another today. For a Slytherin It is abnormal to the extreme.But relatively speaking, McGonagall who choked every time he drank was really nothing. Other professors who accidentally dropped the tableware, took the wrong cup, and drank with an empty cup for a long time were really messed up. Let Ling Cha not think too much.

Leaning halfway on the chair, he didn't glance at the baked asparagus and a particularly delicate-looking breakfast in front of him, subconsciously flipping the gold locket with his slender, white fingers.

The small animals on the Gryffindor long table winked, or looked at the opposite snake courtyard with distorted facial features.

And the little snakes lowered their heads one by one, looking calm as if nothing had happened. If they hadn't stabbed the meat into their mouths with a knife, they wouldn't be able to tell that they were all in a daze. Of course, for the little lions Said, maybe such an action is normal.

The Savior and his friends were not in their seats.

So there was no need to think about it, maybe this savior, who was destined to suffer seven years of bad luck, tossed something strange again.

Get up, push the table away, and go straight out the door.

Ling Cha didn't have the hobby of being the object of breakfast viewing for the whole school.

As the door closed, the sound of footsteps faded away, and everyone who was eating let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not like that."

"Like you can see it?"

"Nor a high collar, because the hair side of the ear can't be seen too clearly, but it's not there."

From the portraits to the professors, even the senior students who know something are all whispering.

"Then what food do you need to eat together and take off your clothes?"

"You believe what Harry says."

"I don't want to believe it, but—"

"Who knows what happened to the savior last night?"

"Unlike fakes, Potter doesn't have the guts to talk nonsense like that."

"But I'm even more curious, why did the whole castle know about it in just one night?"

A senior Ravenclaw student stopped even when the bread was half stuffed, and looked at the bewildered crowd proudly: "Have you forgotten the portrait in the castle?"

"Uh!" Did you yell and run around because you were so frightened?

Harry almost yelled all the way to the medical wing last night. Fortunately, Hermione finally recovered and gave him a silence after 3 minutes. Otherwise, the whole school would have been shocked that night, and the white wizard had urgently The Potions and Charms professors called to the medical wing, including the head of the Lion House, asked from the terrified Ron that Harry drank a potion and followed Snape's face It was dark—he searched for that book all night.Hermione was startled and horrified, thinking that something had gone wrong with the potion, and she was about to faint, so she couldn't speak.

After the spell check and the sleeping potion treatment, it was found that even if the savior fell asleep, he couldn't control the words that Aerys muttered there from coming out of his mouth.

So from Madam Pomfrey to Professor McGonagall, not one or two people turned pale.

Didn't sleep all night, came to breakfast in a trance.

The white wizard rubbed his nose and smiled. Although some things were known for a long time, it was still uncomfortable not to say them. See, there may really be no absolute secrets in this world. There are always miracles that will reveal things that have been buried so hard.

Who would have thought that the little basilisk girl cheating on the exam could reveal the secret of the Duke of Slytherin?

Having said that, Salazar Slytherin's cautious habits and never approaching anyone's life...

Not knowing whether to express sympathy to Gryffindor, the founder of his own academy, or to regret his gaze, the white wizard smiled wryly and twisted his beard.

Obviously, what Dumbledore thought of, others thought of it, even further than the white wizard.

What pride and indifference, what was originally recorded in history, everything I saw this semester became synonymous with awe and fear, and overnight, it turned into something cryptic. Their hearts were burning, and even if Voldemort was resurrected for a while, they couldn't take away their curiosity about the Duke of Slytherin.

Otherwise, who can explain why Salazar Slytherin is two people?

But the problem is that they don't even know which of the two Slytherins is right. They can't gossip about other things even if they want to gossip. The little animals are thinking regretfully.

What's more regrettable is that the school will be on holiday tomorrow morning!

——I don’t know if they were the ones who were looking forward to the holiday a few days ago and even were so scared that they didn’t want to come next semester.

Harry was lying on the bed in the hospital wing, staring out the window with straight eyes. He was thinking about how to get through the day and go directly to his aunt's house tomorrow. No, he had already written to his godfather overnight. He is not in the right condition now. You should be able to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, but you must leave Hogwarts as soon as possible!

Merlin knew that he hadn't looked forward to leaving school so much since he started school at the age of eleven.

"Harry, we're done."

Ron sat weakly on the chair and covered his forehead with his hands: "You don't know, the whole castle is going crazy, even Hagrid heard every word you said! Hagrid, you live in the Forbidden Forest This rumor has been heard in the wooden house next to you, you said—”

Are they still alive?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least everyone in the castle believes it, from painting ghosts to teaching students.

"Ron, you are enough, Dobby has been here just now!"

"Huh? That elf? Hermione, what did he say? Didn't he, even the house-elves know?"

"That's right. I also said that those house-elves are very happy. Your Excellency the Duke won't let them make meals, eat what they sent, don't let them clean up the room, don't let them enter the door, and they won't come back." Hit the wall, Merlin!"

"...why does that sound so wrong to me, Hermione!"

"Don't worry about Professor Nix, how many times have I told you!"

"This time it was clearly provoked by Harry, you can't say that I—"

"say what?"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Harry scratched his throat, looking at Iris with a bag of food and a cake sticking his head out of the door while eating with a strange expression.

"Harry, I heard you went into the hospital wing, did the potion test blow up the cauldron, or..."

Aerys came closer and stopped short when he saw Harry talking after him.

The little girl's eyes were full of confusion.

Ron was so anxious that he even forgot that Iris was a basilisk, and grabbed her hand: "Iris, you killed Harry!"