Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The consciousness that was silent in the darkness was revived by the gradually bright morning light, and the wind was warm, blowing his tightly closed eyes even more unwilling to open them.In the distance, there seemed to be a sound coming, the sound of an owl flapping its wings gradually approaching, and the gradually fading coldness on the ground maintained the hardness that made him uncomfortable.

This is where?

The rising sun unsparingly spread its brilliance to the castle.

His eyes were completely attracted by this magnificent brilliance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and without getting up, he just lay on the ground looking at the rising sun.I haven't seen the sun for nearly 30 years, just like my other self has never seen the night with my own eyes.

Their memories of each other are more like burned black and white photos, which can be seen clearly but have no feeling at all.

Wizards all know that the Duke of Salazar Slytherin, like all nobles, rarely goes out. After Hogwarts was established, everyone knew that he lived in the cellar, so that the students of Slytherin kept repeating it thousands of years later. this life.His three good friends always thought that he liked dark places, but in fact no one knew that artificial daylight could not be created, but the cellar that can be as dark as night during the day is still an option.

In his distant memory, he knows what the day is like, and he misses it occasionally, but he doesn't regret it.It is a pity that the other self has never looked up at the starry sky, and only belongs to Salazar during the day.

Stiff and paralyzed hands and feet struggled a bit, and sat up from the ground.

Astronomical Tower, how could he be in such a place?

He obviously drank the soul potion in front of the bed, why did he go up to the Astronomy Tower from the cellar in a blink of an eye?

"Salazar!"

The person who climbed up the stairs was Gryffindor, staring at him and panting, "I've been looking for you all night! You didn't make potions in the cellar and came here to watch the stars, even Rowena couldn't guess. "

Godric Gryffindor is the most cheeky in the world and doesn't look at people's faces—especially to himself—he talks on his own and doesn't care about anything else, and he almost leans over to complain.

"Let me tell you what's wrong with you these days. You can't even see a person, you can't see the food, and you can't find the kitchen. I'll ask the house elves and they can only hit the wall! Salazar..."

Gryffindor was very conflicted in his heart, and he showed it on his face unabashedly - the Salazar he knew was indifferent and polite to everything, and he didn't care about anything, after much deliberation, he actually It is difficult to find even the reason for guessing that the friend is abnormal.

"Rowena and Helga have gone out to pick up the children..."

Having already found it, and having no reason to stay, Godric shrugged habitually to Salazar who didn't have a word, waved his hand and walked down the stairs: "I'll be back in three days, don't expect too much from me. present, O Salazar!"

The new students who need to be picked up in person every year are orphans from Muggle families or wizards, and he never goes.

The hand holding the delicate and magnificent carved brass railing suddenly tightened.

The day to pick up the new students was scheduled, but it turned out that he has no memory after a few days?Has the potion failed?No, no, maybe not, Ling Cha began to think of some emotions that did not belong to him.

Faced with the blood and corpses at a loss when he was ignorant, Ling Cha would only be terrified because the killing appeared before his eyes.

In Slytherin Castle, watching the seemingly respectful maid curiously exploring, Ling Cha's thoughts were obviously cautious and repulsive.

I don't understand what's going on around me at all, even if I can only cry baby Lingcha has complete thinking ability and will definitely not regard a home with constant funerals as simple noise.

I struggled to write word by word, and flipped through pages of magic books. It didn't matter how old I was, I had to find a way for myself to survive.Sarah looked, thought, and silenced herself in the mirror.

It turned out that the expression and smile were a kind of imitation, and the desperate practice of magic and learning of words was a kind of continuation, because Ling Cha did so, so it continued.

Children are the easiest to imitate.

No relatives, the mother who looked at her with disgust and hatred, the whispering servants, the proud maid, and even the loyal house elf curled up her lips and showed a distorted smile.

Why has it never occurred to me that Ling Cha, who has an adult mind, understands all this, but what about his other self?

Salazar, who only belongs to the daytime, is a child who really gradually understands these things, gradually despairs, gradually becomes indifferent, and finally grows up.

In the huge and cold castle, the only one who can protect him is another self.

The wind was very warm, but this cold feeling came from the bottom of my heart. It was never colder since the flames of hell completely devoured Slytherin Castle.

——Character, behavior, and tone of voice, no one can find out, except for the memory that belongs to 1000 years later, what is the difference between us?

——I like what you like, I will do what you choose, we are not different, it is the same in everything, have you never noticed?

……

The only thing you can rely on, the only thing you can choose, is this?

I don't understand, so I follow Ling Cha's method. If I don't understand, I learn Ling Cha's tone to deal with people with ulterior motives.It's not that I'm not afraid, it's not that I'm not afraid, but I have already had experience at night, how terrible it can be during the day.Pride and faith are breeding at the same time... Even if Ling Cha stumbles and stumbles, until he is hesitant and clumsy to be more than capable, he is definitely more capable than a real child, not to mention the memory from the moment he opened his eyes at birth.Salazar was already looking at Ling Cha before he knew anything, and quietly shared the memory of the night when he didn't understand anything.

They just don't have a father, and they still lack any elders and teachers who can teach them.

Later, in order to protect this secret and maintain a completely consistent speech and behavior, Ling Cha was no longer the only one who was right, and sometimes he had to use another method of his own to do it, interactively changing and correcting, so the rumors The cruel and indifferent Salazar Slytherin finally became a dark wizard that both wizards and Muggles have heard about—

……

There was dizziness in front of my eyes, as if I was going to fall from this high astronomical tower, and I had no more strength.

The memory was blurred again, and there was a piece of gray and black and blank everywhere.Unlike before, there was no shaking, no sound of fear, only silence.

"Is such a potion a failure?"

"It never occurred to me that you were... thank you, Salazar."

"I'm talking stupid again, you are me, I am you. After drinking the potion, I can feel your presence, but you have never appeared. Night after night, I am always awake..."

"Even drank more than a dozen bottles of potions and stayed awake for this?"

"...I saw your memory, most of it is very vague, but I feel very clear about what you are worried about. The Nyx family has a prophecy blood, obviously I don't have these talents, you have not said it because you are sure to see it Those? We'll build Hogwarts with Godric, Rowena, and Helga, we'll raise a basilisk, we'll be hated by everyone, and we'll end up leaving this school, dying somewhere? Salazar Slytherin will be the scariest dark wizard in the legends, none of our descendants are capable, and end up in poverty until 1000 years later, the one who called himself Voldemort wanted to kill all the Muggles? In the end he died too , died ridiculously at the hands of a just grown-up child, the bloodline of the Slytherin and Nyx family finally completely disappeared, right?"

The soul potion failed, no, it was a conceived potion in itself, and no one had ever successfully configured it.

Soul fusion, but not thinking, they can only feel each other's strongest emotions, they are still two voices.

"Do you want us to leave Hogwarts?"

"Do not."

"Yes, why did we leave. Godric is just a little silly occasionally, Rowena is arrogant, and Helga thinks too much, but they are friends."

From memory, the only, only three.

"Even if it's true in the end."

Slytherins would never leave Hogwarts unless they broke their friendship first.

"Wake up, or Godric will think we've got narcolepsy again."

"Wait a minute, who will wake up later?"

"……do not know."

"What if it's me, the daytime has always been yours, I've never taught those kids a lesson!"

"...You should think about what we are going to do now. I suddenly lost consciousness on the Astronomy Tower. When you woke up, you said that you couldn't remember what happened in the past four days. You said that Godric was here, but I didn't have any memory."

Except in sleep, I can't feel another self at all.

"We'll figure it out."