Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The portraits of previous principals in the principal's office all stared seriously at the small crystal ball with frayed edges. It was suspended on the table full of silverware. It was obviously not very successful to reapply the magic power, and there were scattered gray-black scenes one after another. Floating in the air, blurred and difficult to distinguish.

The Sorting Hat's sobs have not stopped since just now, and it seems to be calling Gryffindor's name in its mouth.Dumbledore's wand-raising hand had been over the crystal ball, trying to stabilize the chaotic and blurry images that had been dissipated by the magic power that had passed for too long.

The mist brewing the potion, the figure sitting sideways and flipping through the books, all of these were barely visible, and then the figure left the room. After a long period of blankness, the figure fell in disorderly steps... a blur outside the door held a magic wand The shadow of the slammed door, the slammed door... the broken plate... the struggling and painful fingers climbed up the shelf where the potion was placed, and countless bottles were swept to the ground... a bottle of reddish-brown potion was drunk , fell to the ground... the door opened, and the huge body of the basilisk came windingly...

"Albus, is there no other way?"

"Mirror crystal balls are not items that can maintain magic power. It has been 1000 years. If it weren't for the caution that Slytherin is used to, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to see these,"

Even with the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand, he couldn't bring back that night thousands of years ago.

The blurry scene continued, the basilisk turned into a girl and cried loudly, the scene was gray and black intermittently, it was difficult to see any tiny gestures, the basilisk returned to its original shape and rolled a mirror to the side, After the mirror was completely shattered, everything calmed down again. The basilisk moved the stiff corpse to the bed, lay there for a long time, and then slowly slid out, closing the door.The dark room continued to be full of chaos.

Phineas Nigellus tugged at his goatee in his frame: "It's impossible, it's impossible!"

He suddenly raised his head and said very loudly:

"Even if it's me, as long as I can still breathe, I will never be stingy with Avada. What's more, a powerful wizard like Slytherin doesn't talk about black magic. Any curse can definitely kill the opponent immediately..."

The portraits of the principals here are as young as 80 or 100 years old, and as old as 60 years old. They are sure that they can use magic power to make the other party pay the price one second before they die. .

Several principals who were good at flipping through the classics and knowing the secrets stared wide-eyed at Albus who carefully put away the crystal ball.

"The Duke of Slytherin is not his descendant, that Voldemort who doesn't know how much power he has inherited from his blood." Dai Lisi Devant, the headmaster who was born in Ravenclaw, reminded uncomfortably: "Nyx Curse , never used by Slytherin in his entire life."

"Dalice, the reason why the secret is a secret is because others don't know it at all, not even guessing." Dumbledore put the crystal ball and the parchment left by Godric Gryffindor together, full of With a solemn expression on his wrinkled face, he slowly walked to the chair and sat down.

"Thousands of years later, even if Voldemort is completely ignorant of this curse, he will let you change to a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year. Now this position is almost becoming the most terrifying term in the whole of Britain. Albus, do the math yourself. , After decades, how many people entered St. Mungo's, and how many people saw Merlin? The Curse of Nyx is the scariest black magic known to wizards, no, it can't even be considered magic, it is inherited by blood Come, ignore all distance and time, and even curse a family for eternal life based on blood relationship..."

"Bloodlines are always getting thinner, and the stubborn ones are still gradually extinct. The Duke of Slytherin has only half of Nyx's bloodline, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. How much can Voldemort inherit even if he is the most powerful wizard?" Phineas Sneered, "This is not what I'm talking about now, Albus, do you believe in this crystal ball? I don't believe it at all. Slytherin will never be helpless in the face of danger, will not retaliate for the pain given by others, at least will not wait When death comes do nothing!"

After shouting, others no longer knew whether he was talking about the founder of Slytherin or the owner of that college.

"Phineas."

Dumbledore seemed to have aged several years this day, but his blue eyes were still bright and calm behind the half-moon glasses: "I don't believe in this crystal ball, I just believe in the facts I see."

Mirrored crystal balls can be faked, but Hogwarts cannot lie.

Who has discovered Slytherin's bedroom in the millennia?The answer was hidden behind that painting. None of the previous Slytherin heads knew that there was such a terrible secret hidden behind their desks and the wall the chairs were leaning against.

The stiff body, the dagger, the desperate expression that is hard to let go rather than the pain——

"There must be something we don't know, not even Aerys."

Dumbledore folded his hands in deep thought. Although he said so, the twinkling eyes clearly proved that he had already figured out something, but the secret was in the old man's heart, and it would always be a secret. No one else could see something from it. Half a cent, as the owner of the Hog's Head pub said long afterward - my brother learned to keep everything under wraps as a boy, and no one really knew him.

The Potions class on Halloween afternoon was a torture. From Gryffindor to Slytherin, everyone was trembling with fear from the potion professor who had a strange aura. The Gryffindor ruby ​​fell straight down, and Slytherin Got a bunch of bans, but they blamed it directly on the inexplicable song of the Sorting Hat in the Great Hall in the morning, evidenced by the Transfiguration professor in the morning who was just as freaky.

Now their only hope is not to know the meaning of that song, but that this potion class can end as soon as possible, and a sumptuous Halloween feast and masquerade are waiting for them in the evening!

But the more he endured, the more desperate the little lion headed by Harry became. As for Neville, he directly doubted whether he would have his life to enjoy dinner, because after he nearly caused an explosion for the third time, Professor Snape completely Send him to hell.

"Harry, we have to help Neville. What Neville made during get out of class was definitely not a shrinking potion. His toad would die if he drank it, for sure!"

The savior really wanted to remind Ron that they were in danger, but seeing Hermione sneaking over there, his heart was more than half relieved.

"There's Hermione over there, let's take care of our potions first, hey, bile is not available yet..." With a bang, Harry and Ron's faces were darkened.

"Tens from Gryffindor for your stupidity."

Cold and soft tones appeared behind the two of them word by word, and the hands holding the medicinal materials shook at the same time, almost causing another explosion.The savior and his friends froze and waited for Snape's black robe to pass by them before Ron took a breath: "Harry, Snape is in a bad mood today,"

It's up to you! !All the little wizards who heard Weasley's words could not help but twitch their foreheads.

"Usually he would scold us so badly that we couldn't hold our heads up, but today he didn't say anything except deducting points."

That's true, but it's also true that the magic pressure around a potions professor who doesn't spray venom is more terrifying.

"Harry, we're going to have a safe Halloween this year."

"If you go on, I suspect that we will have to spend this festival in confinement. Quickly, stir three times!"

"This way or that? That's enough, I'll look it up myself, three times clockwise...Harry, what did Professor Dumbledore want from you this morning?"

A girl who can speak the language of snakes—Harry couldn't help but frown. Those who can speak to snakes are all descendants of Slytherin, and the heir of Slytherin is the Mysterious Man. That girl looks very weird.

"Oh, Harry, hold on to the bile!"

boom!Harry and Ron's faces darkened again.

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor, for your repeated stupidity that only belongs to trolls!!"

stiff.

"Okay, you and me once, really be careful this time, for the Halloween feast!"

There was a Halloween dinner, and after a whole afternoon of fear, the Savior tasted it for the first time in three years, but after dinner, he couldn't return to the Gryffindor common room.Halloween is definitely not a good day, and Merlin knows it!