Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

[Iris? ! ]

Where did the little girl go, did she go to Dumbledore's office to eat candy again?Merlin, I hope the first thing he does when he comes out of the portrait isn't agonizing over paying for the candy the basilisk devoured!From the fact that the Gaunt family lives in such a dilapidated place, they know that the so-called Slytherin inheritance has either been squandered by the descendants long ago or has been buried there and has not been touched. He believes in the latter. If he is Salazar .Slytherin will never allow himself to be so poor after resurrection that a Nat has not been reduced to living off the potion ingredients sold by the basilisk.

Maybe not having money is not terrible, but the trouble is that you have money but don’t remember where it is, isn’t it a joke?

There must be some obvious hints, no one will deliberately embarrass themselves, but it is not a secret word to open the door, he can't think of any hints for a while, forcing his thinking mode to be so rigid that if I lose my memory, how will I arrange this dog in my previous life? Bloody soap opera plot.

[Iris? ]

It doesn't matter, he doesn't remember many things, the basilisk knows.

He hastily closed the door of the secret room, habitually changed the password to open the door again, then paced a few steps in the picture frame, and pushed open the door leading to Head Slytherin's office.

"kindness?"

What kind of smell is this? He choked it in and almost coughed, but it spread from his nasal cavity to his chest in an instant.

Light, sweet aroma, delicate and smooth.

Liquid grass?The deadly African golden fruit?No, more than that, there is also a suffocating potion ingredient in it... I can't smell it for a while, what is Snape cooking?

Wait a minute, this taste.

So familiar, so nostalgic, as if——

The tingling pain from the forehead immediately spread to a sharp pain that seemed to tear his mind.

"Gudong."

There was an absolutely loud swallowing sound, and the man in silver and white light armor dressed like a Muggle noble knight stretched out his head with wide eyes.Under the reflection of the fire, his hair was disheveled, his boots were covered with blood and mud, and there were traces of impact on his armor. The traces of previous battles were so conspicuous.

The flames were burning, but the fish in his hand was half burnt.

"Salazar..."

He's so hungry, he's already charred his eighth fish.

"You have house elves."

Slowly and methodically reminded that there is a magical creature in the world that will teleport to the owner at any time, leaning against the root of the tree and turning over the grilled fish in his hand that is constantly emitting a tempting aroma.

In the dark night, in the deep and secluded forest, the distant roar and bright eyes are watching them.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and the magic wand in the cloak burst out a faint yellow light soundlessly, and there was a miserable scream from the branch, and a black-body leopard fled in embarrassment.

Remove the grilled fish from the heat, tear a piece and put it in your mouth.

There is no salt, but there is a sweetness, a touch of delicate and smooth, the fish in the spring water, of course it is delicious, isn't it?

"Salazar..." Of course there was another voice beside him that needed to be ignored.

"On the other side of the lake, as we saw during the day, there is a large open space."

The blond woman with irregularly torn edges of her dress was not attracted by the scent at all, and she didn't care if there would be any wild beasts jumping out around her. She just scratched the ground with her magic wand, raised her blue eyes and cast magic on the flames beside her. The red-haired woman who cursed said: "One more, it's still early before dawn... The lake is very deep. We will find a way to get there tomorrow. There are mermaids in it. If we are not careful... Godric?!"

"Huh?" Gryffindor almost crawled to the root of the tree, and the target was of course the bitten fish.

"...Salazar, stay away from him." Rowena put her hand on her forehead with a distorted expression, while Helga smiled softly.

Wrapped in the cloak, the wand stretched out again, under the flash of fluorescent light, a colorful poisonous snake hung from the thick vine, only a few meters away from Godric's wrist.

After a soft hiss, the viper's frightened arched body smoothed down, and the hoarse voice echoed rustlingly. Several boa constrictors that were as thick as bowls swam out from the fern bushes. They lived here and looked over in horror. At a glance, they swam away one after another, and they had to find prey again to feed their hunger.

"I'm afraid he'll be bitten to death by a snake."

Tear off another piece of fish and slowly put it in your mouth, well, you must put salt next time.

But before that Godric will be slandered to death by you!

The young Rowena and Helga were speechless with suspicious expressions.

Reluctantly looking away from the grilled fish, the hungry Gryffindor did not take his own wand but took out the sword snatched from the goblins.

"Cough... Mermaids, think of a way, I'll deal with those big guys in the water."

——If you hadn't been throwing stones by the lake, would the squid have climbed up to trouble you?

The flames continued to burn, and all three remained silent.

"This place is far away from the Muggle settlements, and this forest is a natural protective barrier. In any case, we must convince the mermaids in the lake that we need this place. In the UK, we can't find anything better than it!"

"Rowena, what's on the other side of the lake, don't you know?"

"What could be more troublesome than the vampire werewolves in this forest?"

The hand tearing the fish stopped for a while, and continued to be silent.

There was no danger on the other side of the lake, but there were a dozen Muggle villages and towns not far from it.

"When the castle is built, what will it be called?"

The flames continued to burn, many years ago, that night in the Forbidden Forest, when they were young.When did it start, all this changed, what was it like to watch fate happen like a curse?

The boundless fog presses over.

"The Duke of Slytherin? My name is Godric, Godric Gryffindor!"

How much effort it took to maintain the same smile on his face, nod slightly reservedly, the nobles talking and laughing at the banquet, they have wizards and Muggles, in the Middle Ages, under the influence of money and power, faith was just an empty word , Countless conspiracies were quietly brewing in the brows and eyes of these people's wine glasses, and under the gorgeous jewelry and costumes was the smell of rot, and the smell of blood.

He never went out, and even in this inevitable banquet, he didn't talk much, did he still meet what he should meet?

Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff—that proud girl with a gentle smile, and Gryffindor who is clearly a wizard but likes to dress up as a Muggle, he has forgotten, and he has not yet reached 16 Years old, too young to see the destined trajectory.

The sharp gaze clings to him like a curse.

She smiled and listened, even if she wanted to escape the fate that these three people were about to bring, she had to stay. He never showed interest in anyone. If he was like this tonight, she would be surprised and think she had seized a rare opportunity.

Mother, let's see in the end, whether you kill us or we leave here.

The diary blessed by countless black magics was spread out on the table, and the quill swished across the parchment: "Maybe it's time to prepare the soul potion."