Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Soul Rejuvenation Water is not a particularly complicated potion, and it only takes a week to complete compared to a powerful potion of the same kind.Considering that the compound decoction will take a month, the Soul Rejuvenating Water is definitely a potion that is more than a dozen levels higher than it.But few wizards are willing to cook it. The materials are rare and expensive. The most troublesome thing is the mist that diffuses after the potion boils for the third day.

The sweet, light taste is like a daisy quietly blooming in the corner of the garden.

The potion bottle flew from Snape's hand to the corner of the table, where there was already a pile of empty bottles of the same type, and the heat from the cauldron became more and more intense, Snape used the fastest speed to mix more than a dozen ingredients They were poured into the crucible respectively, and after confirming the stability of the flame, they went out the door without looking back.

Those green eyes, which were so far away in his memory that he couldn't touch them, were still lingering in front of his eyes.

Snape, who drank seven bottles of sedatives in a row to maintain Occlumency, did not hesitate to blame Gryffindor for this - it was the headmaster who was confused by dessert and listened to the nonsense of a basilisk ——The painting still hanging on the wall, well, it’s more than just a painting, the Slytherin bedroom that hasn’t been discovered for thousands of years is behind it, maybe the old lunatic’s decision is right, a bottle of It's not a big deal that a small refreshing water can solve the problem that the basilisk and the founder of Slytherin use their office as a garden to come and go casually.

When Snape thought this way, he even felt that his brain was paralyzed by an overdose of tranquilizers.

Slytherin's body was lying just across the wall from his office. When history became a legend and became the adoration accumulated by generations of colleges, Slytherin represented a college rather than a name, because it was too far away to be unreal .When the truth is stripped and exposed directly to lies and rumors, the shock has degenerated into a kind of vague pain.

Thousands of years later, only people will know about the savior and the Dark Lord, and about that damn Potter boy, Lily, those green eyes full of brilliance and eternal belief in happiness, that pure and beautiful smile, that hearty and happy voice, so young The lost life can only leave an empty name in "Major Magical Events of the 20th Century".

"Sissi—"

The ceiling of the empty Slytherin office was quietly unscrewed, and the huge basilisk skillfully circled its body and landed on the ground without making a sound. The big orange eyes just opened a crack, and suddenly froze.

It is sweeter than jasmine pastry, and slightly more aftertaste than lamb soup. What kind of taste is it?

The raised head of the little basilisk girl unconsciously relaxed.

[Ah, it's been a long time, it's been a long time. ]

When I opened my eyes for the first time, there was only a piece of gray in my sight, cold and soft cotton wool, and a cold shell. I was so hungry, the scales covered in mucus crouched together, and I couldn’t see anything clearly... The tiny snake letter spat out Go, bring back a faint sweet aroma, ah, it remembered, it struggled to twist its body when it remembered, learned to crawl crookedly to the bowl of milk, then raised its upper body with great effort to dip its head in, be careful Just be careful not to overstretch, that's delicious food and enough to drown it. (How big can a male egg hatched by a toad be? The newly born basilisk is very small)

Bit by bit, what a bliss it is to lazily lie at the bottom of the bowl after drinking it all.

[Good girl, you are extremely clever. ]

Warm fingers, like freshly drank milk.

It lazily opened its eyes, and its keen hearing seemed to catch a small wail (a few spiders passing by on the ceiling, you are so unjustly dead), and every adjustment of the vertical pupils made the vision hazy. The gray gradually fades.

Very deep green eyes, cold, without any emotion.

[Eris... No, even if you should have that fate, I will not allow it, Iris, good boy, your name is Iris, Rainbow and Iris. ]

The magic power transmitted from the fingers is so warm, like being soaked in milk, so comfortable that it seems to be floating.

[Sleep, Iris. ]

If it wasn't for the basilisk being unable to smile, this gigantic creature would have been lying on the floor of Slytherin's office with a smile on its face, shrouded in thick fog and falling asleep, because it had seen the best and most distant memories.

Pain comes at this very moment.

In the dark night, the castle was quiet, and it suddenly woke up from the pool.

Heartbreaking pain!

It wasn't injured, nor was it attacked in any way, it was the part of the soul that was closely connected to howling—Master?The heart-broken contract is actually tearing its soul, what happened to the master?

Do not!

It does not dream of what lies behind!

Don't look at the back thing again!

……

[Contract... Awakening Soul Water...]

No, master, do you want Aerys?

[Get out of this... Chamber of Secrets... Careful, good boy... Go to sleep, no... Don't wake up... Now look at me, Aerys, watch... I...]

Don't, don't!don't want! !Without the contract, the master will die under its eyes! !

The blood was not bright red, only a terrifying black red gushing out.

The fingers are cold, the forehead is cold, the body convulsed by pain, even the blood and sweat are cold.

By the way, mirrors, there are mirrors here!

The dim cold light reflected, and it looked at the mirror in fear.

Why is that faint smile that appeared in the pain and struggle still warm?

[Aerys, look at me. ]

All right, master, Aerys will listen to everything you say.But you have to tell me—

[Master, who is it? ]

Who wants you to die?

It wants to rot that person's flesh and blood in his stomach!

[......]

There was no sound, and it didn't dare to look up. Maybe it was a long time, maybe it didn't take long.

"Four... split into five!"

The thin and painful voice was resolutely abnormal.

"Whoa!"

The mirror shattered, and the basilisk, frozen behind the frame, had no time to close its eyes, and it was over.

Cold, stiff cold.

His lifeless eyes froze, his pale fingers were still stretched because of the spell just now, and the wand fell from his hand to the ground, soaked in a pool of black and red blood.

The huge body disappeared, and the tiny arms stretched out in fear. It was cold, stiff cold, not death, but petrification.At this time, tears fell and fell to the ground.

By the way, it was tears, and it was because its eyes were filled with water that it didn't take the life of its owner.

Move the petrified body to the bed, put the wand under the pillow, and hang down the curtains. The master is just asleep, and Aerys will wait forever. Aerys listens to everything the master says.

Just sleeping, why is it so cold.

So quiet, so scary, this basement full of pillars and water turned out to be such a cold place.It's so cold... the blood and the soul are frozen, falling into the eternal abyss...