Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

A horcrux is an object that houses part of a person's soul.

By cruelly killing another life, a wizard forcibly splits his soul and hides it in a specific container, object, or even a living body.

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, the wizard will continue to live.

——Master, you won't even forget how you died today...you won't even forget how you died?

Salazar dead?Died on Halloween of a certain year, but no one knew about it or they didn't tell it when they knew it, so it became Salazar Slytherin who suddenly disappeared, and there was no news after leaving Hogwarts?

The hanging hand was held too tightly, the nails pierced into the palm, and a faint red mark slowly overflowed.

His expression didn't change at all, and even his deep green eyes sank slightly, and then he said goodbye to Knight White with the same distant and polite greeting before, completely unaware that his aura that was very different from usual had already provoked More admiring glances and escalating gossip disappeared into the frame under Hercules' keen and trembling eyes.

Salazar Slytherin would never die.

Because Ling Cha is still alive.

The blood-stained transparent nails slowly relaxed, and it was the first time that the feeling of emptiness in his hands reminded him so directly.

Wand!

It doesn't matter if you don't remember anything, but it is definitely not a habit of Slytherin to let everything wait for opportunities to appear, let alone without a wand, without a body, and even a soul is just a soul piece - Slytherin will never Allow yourself to be at a disadvantage and not be in control to deal with the unexpected that may come your way.

After reading out the password to open the secret room, the pitch-black smell of fishy smell and the sound of water immediately rushed over.

[Iris! ]

Almost in the next second, the huge sound of water was accompanied by the basilisk's jet-black body with deep dark green luster, and it had already swam to the front. The huge head was a little bit, and the basilisk with eyes swollen from crying looked over pitifully. The orange-yellow There is no sense of death threat in the vertical pupils, it is all because of the little girl's panic at a loss.

[Owner……]

It really doesn't know that the wake-up water is so terrible when it is boiled. It has never been scolded so harshly after living for 1000 years. It is a basilisk that not only lost face but also suffered disaster for its master. It was sprayed with poison by the potion professor. He couldn't even raise his head, and was almost struck by sarcasm to think that he had really assimilated into a mountain monster slug.

But when she looked up, the little girl was startled.

Familiar yet distant, such an expression, silent but faintly shrouded in strong anger, magic fluctuations, emotionless eyes, and the slight tapping of five fingers clasped on the armchair almost made Aerys think that he was still in a hallucination.

Since it woke up in this era, it has never felt so much that the portrait in front of it is really its master.

[Iris, give me your memory. ]

[...Master, you have released Aerys' soul contract...] before you are about to die.

What did Salazar do? !Canceled the contract with the basilisk?

The five fingers clenched again unconsciously, and the momentary suffocation in the chest was a strong ominous omen.

[In this painting, Iris has seen the master cast many spells to protect him, including the defensive soul black magic, so Iris can only look at the master here...] The big orange eyes looked straight over, full of sadness.

Silence, after a long time.

[Come here, Iris. ]

The basilisk slowly moved in front of the portrait.

[Good boy, go to sleep. ]

The basilisk shrank its pupils in fear, and looked at its owner in fear.sleeping?How can it forget the deep sleep of nearly a thousand years, a cold, dark, nothing, feeling of being forever forgotten.

But those green eyes, the master's eyes fixed on it, were deep and devoid of emotion.

But it was so warm, too warm to resist.Just like the one it saw when it was born.

The basilisk's tight scales slowly opened, and its body began to relax and slide down, slowly closing its eyes.

—Okay, master, Aerys will listen to everything you say.You don't need to tell Aerys anything, just don't leave me.

The wait is not long, is a spell.

The little basilisk girl, who suppressed all her magic power and instinctive resistance, only had time to be surprised for a second. It wasn't a sleeping spell, let alone any other black magic. It was simple but made it almost want to cry.

The familiar and warm soul entered its consciousness and easily enveloped its original consciousness. At the last second of losing clarity, Iris was at a loss again. The master clearly canceled the contract. At that time, the heart-piercing soul was in pain. It's not fake, why is there a coordinated fluctuation of the contract at this time?

Master is not leaving Aerys!

The master is with Aerys...

The basilisk slowly slipped to the ground with the strange twisted smile unique to behemoths, its huge body trembled suddenly, and its bright orange eyes opened again. Instead of the cold horror of cold-blooded animals, it had more profound and awe-inspiring clarity and wisdom.

Even a great wizard cannot skillfully control such a huge body. Almost in an instant, a little girl in a dark skirt appeared on the floor of the secret room. She slowly stood up from the ground and looked at her fingers. , and straightened her hair again, completely without Iris' awkward walking and discomfort of not knowing how to use her hands, and walked to the portrait smoothly.

Delicate and rich medieval portraits are at last portraits again.

The black-haired and green-eyed boy sat on the chair, leaned back slightly, and his expression froze at the moment he stared deeply outside the painting, as if he could understand everything and control all his eyes. Helena was fascinated by it. What kind of self?

Taking control of Aerys' body, he also got all of its memories.

A small, thin girl with terrifying orange eyes walked out of the secret room.

The walls were closed again, the portrait hung forever in the Chamber of Secrets, and only half of Salazar Slytherin's soul was released from the contract with Aerys, he hadn't yet.

Death, fear, red potions, cursed daggers, shattered mirrors... A hundred times more painful than Cruciatus, Salazar's desperate and unforgetable expression, the falling wand, eternal silence Green eyes that come down but are always open...

"Iris..."

Reaching out to wipe away the tears that fall uncontrollably,

"Don't cry, Aerys, I'm here."