Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

[Let go, let go, you squib, you bastard, I don't want to guard the gate for Gryffindor, I am the snake drawn by the great Slytherin, I am the famous Heracles in myths and legends— ]

The three-headed snake spat out the letter angrily, helpless, it was still a painting, and Filch climbed up to the eighth floor against the frame.

[I'm going to swallow you! ! ]

Even if you can't understand Parseltongue, you can guess what Hercules is hoarsely roaring, and all the portraits are silently mourning for it.

Every painting here belongs to Hogwarts, and they cannot defy any order of the headmaster, whether you are drawn by the great Duke of Slytherin or a portrait of a former wizard, even the old headmasters in the headmaster's office, Nothing can be done about what Hercules is about to face.

All the students were taken to the auditorium. The professors searched through the secret passages. The eighth floor was extremely quiet. After Dumbledore finished speaking, Knight White glanced over in surprise. He and the head in his hand He didn't ask anything, and was silent for a long time, then nodded politely, turned and left.

Pressing his forehead, how long can he stay in this castle at ease.

Merlin, he's going back to the secret room, at least he won't come out until the winter vacation!

As for Hercules, there's nothing he can do, he's not the real Slytherin, and even if he was real, there's nothing the dark wizard who has died and turned into a portrait can do anything—

"Hi, Green." The nearby portraits exclaimed, "Don't go!"

"what?"

It was a step too late to shout, Hercules had already seen him, buried three heads together, and let out a scream of fear, but the surrounding portraits mistook it for crying with anger.

"Uh, you can't go back to the painting of Hercules... The portrait of the doorkeeper cannot be used as a magical passage, even if there is one instinctively, it will be closed by Hogwarts..."

The portraits stared at the morose dark-haired boy.

Alright, how should he go back to the secret room now?He passed by the Potions classroom in the afternoon and tried it, but he couldn’t get into the small painting of the castle at night. No, to be precise, he couldn’t get into the Potions classroom at all, because it was impossible for the portraits of wizards in the nearby corridor to enter a painting. In a landscape without an owner.

"Green, I think you don't mind coming into my painting." The aristocratic girl holding a silver long-haired cat is shy and hesitant. Except for these portraits of girls whose eyes are full of heart patterns, there are no other portraits that are willing now. Casually agreed that Green, who seemed to be full of mysteries, would spend the night in his painting.God knows when the Madame Cinderella will come and make trouble.

"Susanna, your picture frame is so small, do you have the nerve to speak?"

"What did you say?"

As soon as the cat is thrown away, Susanna in that Italian aristocratic girl costume can definitely beat any "rival in love"... Just look at her once waving a fan and chasing Cadogan until she lost her shoes.

Can he still not mind?He turned his head and looked at Hercules, who was huddled together, he wouldn't guard the gate for Gryffindor - wouldn't he go to the principal's office if he had nowhere to go?

It's just that the hat is too much to bear.

Hogwarts!Don't you have a normal thing?Damn it, I should be hiding in the secret room and not coming out—ah——

"Green, what do you mean...huh?"

The lively portraits turned their heads and were surprised to find that the black-haired and green-eyed boy had disappeared.

"Who saw Green go?"

All the portraits shook their heads unanimously, and Hercules had just stuck out his head, and the six eyes were extremely dazed.

Silence, silence... This time even a fool knows something is wrong.

Few people have the experience of smashing their head on the corner of the table. At least they fainted for a long time without feeling. Of course, the pain is certain. It almost made the tearful portrait get up from the ground with great difficulty.

Wait, this rug, this table.

The pain was so painful that gold stars appeared in front of his eyes, but his reason was still very clear - he actually returned to the secret room?

Maybe it can be said to go home, because this is the safest and least worrying place for him since he came here. No one will break into his territory...but ignore the chattering mirror.

"Ah, master—"

It is really torture to meet the magic sound piercing the ears when you have a headache.

How on earth did he come back?Even if the magic channel closed by Hogwarts fails, he shouldn't appear here directly?

"Master, what's wrong with you, oh, your eyes, Merlin, those green eyes with mist are so charming and..."

"Fractured!"

He has endured this mirror for a long time!

Just like the black magic that he yelled casually when he was angry before, the mirror will soon shut up, it can know—the eyes are suddenly dull, and even the headache is forgotten for a while, and the terrified expression appears in the deep green in the eyes.

Numerous cracks appeared on the smooth mirror.

"...Master, I...was wrong...don't...ah, help..."

"Dangdang!"

Countless fragments scrambled to fall down, and the completely shattered mirror finally couldn't stand the nonsense.

How could it be... how could it be, wouldn't this mirror pretend to say that spells like separation of flesh and blood didn't work for him at all, and then shut up obediently under his annoyed gaze?Why is it broken?Why is it really broken?He read the sentence "split to pieces", and that was purely out of anger, he didn't really want it to be broken.

Besides, he's not a wizard, no no, he's just a portrait, how can he perform magic?

Those bookshelves were so high back then, even though he recited the Flying Curse jokingly, the books in his drawing would come over automatically.

His lips were trembling, and his pale fingers held tightly to the corner of the table.

Because the hanging mirror was shattered, there was a blank area that had never been invaded by dust, and a few lines of blood-colored words were faintly visible in the dust stirred up by the fragments.

"Clean up..."

The sound was so weak that there was almost no sound, and the whole secret room suddenly lit up. I didn't think it was because the mirror made by alchemy didn't get dust on it, but the gems inlaid on it could see everything under the reflection. When the mirror shattered, it seemed as if the eyes were dark... It turns out that the ancientness of any place, the dust must have played a big role in it-the portrait, who can't speak, has been stunned by the fact that he can use magic to influence the outside world.

The fragments of the mirror were piled up on the ground, and the line of blood-red words finally appeared clearly before his eyes.

"To another me in the world:

Painting is a horcrux, you are half my soul.

Salazar Slytherin. "

The blank portrait in my mind at that moment was not because of the thought that the founder of Snake House was having a convulsion, the mountain monster possessed is obviously the most accomplished dark wizard, not Voldemort, a half-bad with poor background, poor education, misunderstood and misunderstood. Said, it is also whimsical to use the painting as a horcrux, even if the soul revives and walks around, no one will doubt it (who would doubt the painting, only the painting that cannot walk will be suspected), and it is not because the real Slytherin is not dead yet (How could the Horcrux die if it wasn't destroyed), in fact he couldn't even utter a curse word, the corners of his mouth twitched so that his entire face was distorted.

No reason, because those three lines of bloody characters are in Chinese.

Damn it's still Simplified Chinese.

Merlin, he thought that his time travel was a cup, but he didn't expect that it was not only a beautiful cup, but he still didn't see the words "with a set of tableware" engraved on it.

How he was dressed, Merlin didn't even know!