Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The truth is often not pulled out by people who have guessed it half-clawed, nor is it leaked by people who already know the facts with ulterior motives, but is usually exposed to the sun unintentionally by those innocent people who don’t know anything——

For Gryffindors, well, indeed for the whole house, potions had become a horrible term, especially Harry.Almost everyone can see that Professor Snape's mood is comparable to Neville's potion. They think that the fact that the Boggart turned into Professor Snape wearing Neville's grandmother's clothes has spread like wildfire. Of course, the whole school couldn't hide from the head of Slytherin, and the persistent low pressure reduced the jewels of the three houses to a pitiful number, but Harry didn't think that just for this matter, Snape would keep putting Slytherin students in confinement .

"The old bat must have been stimulated by something." Ron said while holding a strawberry pudding: "He actually locked Malfoy in confinement three days ago, Merlin! I should really bring a recording crystal ball to record Malfoy's expression at that time." come down."

"Good evening, Ron, what were you talking about?"

"Ah—" The poor red-haired boy almost fell into the plate, and grabbed his friend and savior beside him with a horrified expression, "She, she, she... Did you see how she got here?"

Harry shook his head regretfully, he stared at Hermione, unable to ask Hermione what was going on.Because he and Ron have tried to ask many times, and the answer every time is that she has been telling the two of them not to talk stupid.

"Potions homework, history of magic homework, herbalism, transfiguration, ancient runes, astronomy..." Hermione opened her heavy schoolbag, counted the homework she had to complete tonight, and then her face became paler: "No, I don't have time."

She hurriedly picked up a pineapple bread from the dining table and ran, the heavy schoolbag dangling on her shoulders and knocked against a bench, which caused a burst of screams and complaints.

"Her poor schedule has driven her crazy." The red-haired boy continued to murmur.

"Oh, listen Ron, that's what Professor McGonagall allowed, isn't it?" Harry didn't know whether he wanted to convince his friend or himself.

Ron continued to stuff his mouth with food, and made a slurred reply.

Harry looked down at his timetable.

Tomorrow morning will be divination, followed by two consecutive Potions classes.

Merlin, there is no more unfortunate Friday than this, the divination class that keeps predicting bad luck and the potion class that makes him practice bad luck.And when the weekend came, he couldn't go to Hogsmeade because he didn't get Uncle Dursley's signature...

A feeling of exhaustion and depression emerged spontaneously, he hastily ate a few mouthfuls of dinner, and left the lobby.

"Harry?!" Ron followed, chewing on the treacle pie. "You haven't eaten anything."

"Potions class tomorrow." He had to gently remind them that the paper on the shrinking potion hadn't touched a single word.

"Oh—" Ron exclaimed, almost bewildered.

So the two ran to Gryffindor Tower together.When passing by the stairs in the corridor on the second floor, Harry felt that someone was looking at him. The gaze stabbed him like a knife, and he was very disobedient. He instinctively looked back, but saw nothing.

"Ah!" When the two boys rushed to the corner of the corridor, two arms suddenly pulled them into a classroom next to them.

"Dear Harry."

"Dear Ron."

"let us see."

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

The twins sat on the table shaking and laughing. This abandoned classroom was very small and empty except for a few broken tables. There were no portraits on the walls or even windows. The only thing that was dark was a lantern brought by the twins.

"George, Fred, what are you going to do?" Ron glared at his brother disapprovingly, while taking a wary step back to prevent himself from falling prey to their prank. laugh.

"We hear poor Harry can't make it to Hogsmeade."

"But we have a way of letting you go."

"And there are better ways to do it than to go to Hogsmeade."

"It depends on whether little Harry is willing."

So everything that followed was nonsense, the savior and his friends completely forgot about the potion paper, and watched the twins take out a blank parchment in surprise, winking at them mysteriously.

"This is the secret of our success." George patted the parchment lovingly.

"That's a good helper," said Fred, taking out his wand, touching the parchment lightly, and saying, "I solemnly declare that I mean it!"

Thin ink suddenly spread out like a spider web centered on the point where Fred's wand touched.

These lines of ink connect to each other and reach the entry corners of the parchment where the words begin to appear, in large, curved cyan letters, which read: Prongs, Padfoot, Moonface, and Wormtail proudly present to you Marauder's map.

"Merlin—"

"Here's a map of Hogwarts Castle!" Ron's expression proved he was completely stupid, looking up at the thin moving ink dots on the parchment, where each place was written in small cursive letters. Label places and people.

"Harry, we are here." In an empty classroom in the corridor on the third floor, four names, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, George Weasley, and Fred Weasley, were gathering together.

The small dot in the upper left corner shows Headmaster Dumbledore pacing around his study, round and round.

Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, was walking up to the second floor.

"Merlin, I know why you always go out at night but don't get caught." Ron stared at the map enviously.

"We were going to give you this as a Christmas present, Harry."

"At least until after Halloween."

"Didn't expect us to be after the opening dinner curfew."

"I was about to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, but I found a name on the map that shouldn't appear."

Harry hadn't recovered from the surprise that the twins were going to give him this magical map. He looked at the names marked on the tiny ink dots, so familiar, his professors, his classmates They were walking around the castle when suddenly he stopped.

Just below the dot with his own name, in front of the corridor stairs on the second floor, there is a tiny dot staying there quietly. Its owner has not moved, so neither has the tiny name: SalazarSlytherin

He opened his eyes wide in horror, trying to see more clearly, but George took the parchment back.

"So, there's something wrong with the picture?" Harry asked a little bit stuttering, his mind in complete turmoil.

"No, Harry. The Marauder's Map—"

"Never lie."

Harry stretched out trembling fingers, he suddenly remembered that unknown sight, he would feel it suddenly since the third school year, from the day when he was late for the opening dinner, the most recent time was when he just passed the corridor on the second floor, that stare Looking at his back like a knife.So he made a voice as if someone had strangled him: "But that name..."

Ron looked over suspiciously.

"...Salazar..." Harry really didn't have the courage to pronounce that surname, even though he didn't know the name at first, after experiencing the Chamber of Secrets incident for a whole year last year, this unfamiliar name has become as terrifying as a devil. "The owner of this name was a person 1000 years ago, and he died 1000 years ago, didn't he?"

"Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron was at a loss, "Salazar? Who is that, I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

"My dear brother." George smiled and lifted the parchment to Ron's eyes, and tapped the small words with his wand.

"Sly..." Ron froze after only one pronunciation, his face was frighteningly pale, his lips began to tremble, looking at his expression, he seemed to be forcing himself to believe that this was just a nightmare.