Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

[Master, have you really forgotten how you died? ]

Speechless...it wasn't mentioned in the Harry Potter novel, so how could he know?

The big pale yellow eyes of the little basilisk girl narrowed slightly, and the expression on her face changed from doubt to contemplation at one moment, and finally froze when she suddenly remembered something, and she tilted her head. The tone of reply was already full of doubt and caution: [You, do you always remember your name? ]

Salazar Slytherin, anyone who has read the book knows it, but is this question so simple? The portrait wisely did not speak, but remained silent.

[full name? ]

Sure enough... the portrait was obviously sad, because he remembered that the white-bearded headmaster in front of him looked at them curiously, whether it was signing documents, letters, or even maps, it would always show "Albus Dumbledore". On—if you haven’t watched the fifth part of the trial by the Ministry of Magic, Principal Harry attended the defense and reported your name—no one would know that this old man’s name is so long and stinky, and it adds up to about five ...Full name, something that is absolutely not used in non-special formal occasions...Isn't the registration at the sorting ceremony not a full name?

The basilisk has already learned the answer from the silence of the portrait and the faint flash of shock, but it is still a little unwilling to give up: [It is your mother's family name plus the inherited name. ]

The portrait can only be silent.

[your daughter's name...]

[Iris, I can't remember]

Rather than being completely exposed by constant speculation, it is better to be frank. At least the basilisk has always been in awe of him. Even if he doubts his truth, at least he will not turn his face easily after telling the truth.

The effect of these words was that the little girl's face turned completely pale.

The half-believing gaze was making the portrait uneasy, but suddenly found that the eyes of the basilisk turned back and forth, and then suddenly stopped and turned into endless sadness and pain. The portrait was terrified - just kidding, no matter who is sympathized, sad, me Knowing that I understand, what an unfortunate choice this is, such a strong baptism of eyes, anyone will be restless and have nowhere to put their hands and feet.

[I see, Master. ]

What does it know, Merlin.

The little girl slowly picked up the candies on the ground one by one. This was a very difficult task for it. It could not flexibly use the strength of its fingers and wrists. After finishing the clumsy work, he hesitated and raised his head: [ Master still wants Aerys, right?Because the master still remembers Aerys. ]

It's a big misunderstanding, but is there any benefit to pets with too high IQ?You can interpret all your unconventional behaviors according to its own meaning... As for what you understand, Merlin will bless you. If you don’t get exposed, everything will be fine and you don’t have to ask for anything (you can’t understand it thanks to the snake language Dumbledore) .

[Does the master want to stay in the painting like this? ]

Obviously I have warned myself thousands of times to be careful, be more careful, but when I heard this question, I blurted out instinctively: [I don’t want to. ]

It's really too much resentment...can't eat, can't eat, can't lie down to sleep, walks around with picture frames, reads all the books for him, what fun is there in life...he doesn't want to be reduced to a full-time job Gossip is one party.

The basilisk nodded vigorously, with an expression that it fully understands and you can rest assured that it is very capable, then turned its head away, regardless of Dumbledore who was too curious, he climbed directly onto the table and grabbed the woolen pen.Because she doesn’t know how to use—whether she doesn’t know how to use fingers or a pen, it’s right if she doesn’t know how to use—to draw crookedly on parchment paper. I have to say that this little girl has no talent for painting at all (can’t use hands Ah), the crooked lines can barely be seen to be a face, the little girl added a twisted straight line to it with certainty, and then handed it to Dumbledore as if offering a treasure.

The white-bearded old man was a little surprised, more stunned, but still maintained a smiling Mimi expression: "Iris, can you show me? Okay, ah... this is a person, right? Iris draws really well."

Coax the children - the basilisk, the portrait and even the Potions Master all showed unbearable expressions.

"You want this? Wait a minute, let me think about it. Do you want this person?"

The little girl was happy, the corners of her mouth began to bend upwards on her usually gloomy face, she nodded.

"What do you want this person for? Oh——you drew it, which means that you have seen this person before, you have seen this person, and now you need him..." Dumbledore really deserves to be the greatest white wizard of this century, at least He is very gifted in understanding ultra-low IQ (or ultra-high abstract IQ?) paintings. He looked thoughtfully at the line bent between the eyes on the ghost-like face, and immediately realized: "Okay You want to see Harry, boy? Because that boy understands you?"

Snape's expression froze for a moment.

The little basilisk girl nodded happily.

Dumbledore looked at the hourglass on the table:

"Harry's Transfiguration class is over in half an hour, girl, let's wait."

The old man was talking, but his eyes were on the Slytherin founder in the painting on the wall.

Snape frowned suddenly:

"If I need to remind you, the savior who survived the catastrophe took the sword of Gryffindor and brought your phoenix and almost killed the basilisk. Now you want him to meet a basilisk whose sanity has fully recovered?! "

"He doesn't have to come."

The black-haired and green-eyed boy in the painting had a habitual indifferent smile.He didn't want to have anything to do with the savior, and the little basilisk girl looked at him pitifully. In order not to stay in the painting as the background, he didn't even want to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

[Iris. ]

[Master doesn't believe me? ]

It's not that I don't believe it... The portrait is completely speechless, if you have something to say, wouldn't it be better for me to say it directly?Why do you still have to bring in the savior because you think his life is not exciting enough?

Forget it, even though it is a painting, it needs to be lived carefully.

And curiosity is definitely a sharp weapon that can kill many bosses, not to mention his fake one.

"I think I have a right to get out of here."

When the Duke of Slytherin said this, the portraits of the headmasters touched their noses and silently allowed the black-haired, green-eyed boy to pass by their frames, and several headmasters stood out from the group of eyes higher than the ones in the corridor. The portrait of the wizard on the top did not recognize the Duke of Slytherin, so he had to follow him out of the frame.

"Harry, the principal has something to ask you to go to the office."

Harry, who just spent a long time in the transformation class without turning the mouse into a goblet, was about to leave the classroom quickly with Ron, when he was stopped by Professor McGonagall who received the Phoenix message.

"But Defense Against the Dark Arts..." It was about to start in 10 minutes. It was a course he had been looking forward to for a few days, and it would be a pity if he missed it.

"I'll ask Professor Lupine for leave of absence on your behalf."

Harry was completely powerless. He took a peek at Professor McGonagall's pale and irrecoverable face since breakfast. After thinking and thinking, he still mustered up the courage to ask, "Professor, what does the song the Sorting Hat sings in the morning mean?"

Professor McGonagall's face began to turn blue, but there was still no expression:

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you, Harry. The password is Strawberry Cockroach Pile."

The messy savior just entered the door when he saw the Potions Professor who also had a bad face, and his heart immediately dropped by more than half, trying to shrink his sense of existence even smaller to avoid the pervasive venom. Obviously this is just a extravagant hope.

"Our savior has finally come with his uncoordinated body of the Beechglu snail, you can let go of my sleeve, if you have not lived in vain for 1000 years!"

Harry looked up in surprise, and saw an abnormally fair-skinned girl wearing a dark cuffed lace dress that he had only seen on TV at the Dursleys' house, tightly clutching Snape's sleeve, Her right hand was still carrying all kinds of candies on the hem of her skirt. The wide-eyed Harry began to feel that this girl who was only a few years younger than him was brave, and she remained calm in the face of the completely angry Potions Master. expressionless.

Wait, what did Snape just say?

1000 years?

Those big pale yellow eyes were already facing him accurately, and Harry, who didn't know anything, suddenly felt chills all over his body, and a familiar sense of crisis enveloped him.

[Harry Potter? ]