Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Hi, Potter who was crushed by the Sorting Hat."

"What kind of hair is that favored of yours?"

"Goddess of the Night."

"Yes, the hair favored by the Evernight Goddess, the deep green eyes..."

"Enough! Eat your breakfast! How could it be Harry!"

Ron waved the fork, Hermione stopped flipping through her textbooks and homework, and they both looked at Harry worriedly at the dinner table.Because the latter was obviously sluggish, like those Hufflepuffs who hadn't woken up from the Sorting Hat's singing at all, all the muscles on his face twisted together in surprise.

"Harry?"

After swallowing the half-chewed bread in two bites, Harry picked up his textbook and ran out.

Ron hesitated for a moment, looked back at Hermione, and was very horrified to find that the girl who was next to him just now had disappeared, and the situation of the professors in front of him was obviously not good, and the plate under the knife in Snape's right hand had been torn apart , while Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, his face was pale, and he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and he froze there motionless-the dean of the Lion and Snake House sat next to the principal, which is really an unfortunate position-the atmosphere here It was so weird that he hurriedly chased Harry out.

"that's not me."

Harry, who had already run to the side of the corridor, hurriedly took out the parchment from his pocket, and chanted in a low voice: "I solemnly declare that I have no good intentions—Ron, here, you don't think so, right? Black hair and green eyes ! Did you hear that?"

"Oh, I didn't think you would get up in the middle of the night to cook potions. We often write potions papers in the middle of the night..." Ron gasped suddenly, his face paled instantly, and he stared at Harry in horror, while the latter Looking down at the map.

"Here, come on, Ron."

The two were out of breath, and before reaching the corridor on the third floor, they saw several pearly white ghosts rampaging in the hall.

"Madame Gray, Fat Friar, my God, and Baron the Bloody Man."

The portraits hanging in the hall are in a state of extreme bewilderment. Sir Cadogan is probably the only one who can still clamor indifferently. They have never wanted to enter the auditorium with their eyes wide open at this moment to see if the Sorting Hat has gone crazy— —Today isn’t Valentine’s Day. By the way, even in the messy scene last year, I haven’t heard the Sorting Hat’s confession, Merlin!Who is the most important person in the sorting hat, and who is the most important person in that person's life? No guessing like this!

The portraits are entangled with gossip, they need the truth...

"Helena, don't go there!"

The hoarse sound was like a knife scraping on the glass. All the portraits trembled. The portraits around the stairway connecting the third floor and the second floor were surprised to see several ghosts in the hall at a very fast speed. Rampage--

Amidst the screams, the portraits avoided one after another, and they didn't like the feeling of being passed by the ghost.

The reaction is slow. I have never been aware of being a portrait, and the whole person is still shocked by the singing of the Sorting Hat. See it at a glance.

"She didn't lie to me, she didn't lie to me—"

The long dragging skirt was torn and damaged, and most of the lace and crystals on it were peeled off. Ravenclaw's Cinderella had always been expressionless, and the indifferent eyes that stood quietly in the corner and watched the surroundings looked like crazy now. Fingers stretched and twisted - she really wanted to grab something in front of her, but the pearly white fingers could only penetrate through it, and the portrait couldn't stay there forever.

"Mother, she didn't lie to me."

The ghost's eyes were about to cry, and she murmured with a kind of crazy emotion, or maybe she had waited too long and finally looked forward to it but didn't know what to do. Her expression became softer and more solidified, just like that floating in front of the portrait.

"What's going on?" The fat monk chased after him in confusion.

There is only a young boy with an indifferent expression in the painting. A few strands of black and silky hair fall to the front of the cloak, and the roots are distinct with the fine and gorgeous materials. The snow-white neck is covered by the stacked shirt lace. He slightly raised his eyes in an incompletely cold and distant manner.

Madam Cinder was shocked by this look and took a few steps back.

That was not the temperament and expression that a teenage boy could have, and there was no ring that symbolized his status on his slender and fair fingers, and his green eyes became deeper and deeper, solidifying into a suffocating pressure.

The fat monk was a little surprised. Does Hogwarts have such a portrait?He didn't seem to have the slightest impression.

"Helena!"

Baro's shackled arms trembled, and he was eager to pull Madame Cinder away, but the outstretched hand fell down feebly.His blood-stained and distorted face flickered under the slanted morning light at the top of the hall. It wasn't hatred, it was silent sadness, and what maintained it all was obsession.

He could only try his best to lower his head to hide the unstoppable pain and resentment, and tried his best to use his hoarse and ugly voice to recall the tone of awe and admiration in the dusty years: "Dean."

"No, it's not like that."

Madame Cinder suddenly screamed, everyone could see that she was crazy, she stretched out her hand frantically, grasping in front of the wall and the picture frame in vain, Hercules above screamed angrily, and the people in the picture backed away After reading several pictures, Mrs. Gray chased them all the way.

"Merlin!"

A tall and thin wizard, to be precise, an old man with a sad and sick face suddenly ran over from the picture frame on the right side of the corridor on the second floor. All the portraits in the hall looked down on these "portraits of real wizards who lived" But none of them blocked or allowed it. No matter how bad the memory of the portraits was, they still couldn't forget the appearance of the principal Armando Dippet decades ago.They looked at each other in horror, and a vague guess seemed to come out, but there were so few threads missing, no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't tell the reason.

"Green!"

After all, they are friends who have been together for three or four months, friends that everyone likes very much. It is a lie to say that they are not worried. The portraits all stare at Mrs. Gray angrily. They never interfere with the ghosts, and the ghosts have no reason to disturb them.

Armando Dippet hurried over and grabbed Green's hand, and disappeared in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom past three wizard portraits.

When Harry and Ron ran up the stairs, Cinderella was sobbing convulsively, her madness turned into fear and pain in an instant, and she stepped back step by step, bumping into Barrow.

She screamed, and immediately moved away from her in the opposite direction.

The bloody Baro stared at her for a long time before slowly drifting away.

There was a commotion in the hall, and the students had just finished their breakfast and started heading to each classroom.

Harry quickly flipped through the map in his hand, pretending to go to class and hurried past the dissatisfied and scolding portraits, and Ron didn't even dare to lift his head.

Harry finally found the name when they reached the door of the Transfiguration classroom.

Salazar Slytherin

"Principal's office?"

"Harry..." Ron stammered a bit, his face had been pale since he left the auditorium, "Did you understand the Sorting Hat—" He lowered his voice instinctively, "What does it mean to sing?"

Harry turned his eyes suspiciously, and suddenly, his face lost all color in an instant, and it was as terrifyingly white as an Inferi.

The two staggered into the classroom and sat down. When they saw Professor McGonagall, who was also in a sleepwalking state, entering the classroom, they suddenly felt that this morning, including the map, might be just a fantasy, just like what they said in the divination class That way, it's just an illusion in the smoke, not real.