Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Hogwarts is very old, you better go back to sleep, child, there is still class tomorrow.

Percy was fooled back like this, he and Filch walked forward, and Professor McGonagall rushed to the hospital wing behind, Harry also lived there because he fell from a height of fifty feet, who could Guarantee that Sirius can't find it there?

So the headmaster's office left the headmasters who were still up in the middle of the night running around in the picture frame, and Snape's face was even darker, Dumbledore continued to eat sweets, all eyes were on the wall and in the fireplace.

"Phineas, you are finally back!"

Headmaster Black with a goatee appeared in his picture frame with a strange expression on his face. He almost broke his leg that day, looking at everyone's "curious" and "anxious" eyes, he almost wanted to cry to show his pain Feeling.

Dumbledore shook the biscuit crumbs that were accidentally sprinkled on his beard, and smiled comfortingly: "Half an hour ago, I said that Aerys was too hungry and swallowed a few powerful dark magic items in your house. What happened this time? Could it be The little girl was scolded by His Excellency the Duke, and cried so much that your house was flooded?"

Given that the basilisk has flooded the head Slytherin's office twice.

The Potions Professor who was accidentally exposed had not had time to reduce the magic pressure again, the flames in the fireplace next to the table roared, and then turned into a strange color of miserable green.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sirius—"

Suddenly, Lupine stumbled in from the door, the hem of his robe was torn badly, he held a wand in his hand, and beside him was a big black, messy and dirty dog. Seeing Snape who continued to suffer from low pressure, he stared blankly at the person slowly stepping out of the discolored flames in the fireplace.

Dark-colored robes, delicate patterns can be seen faintly, ordinary wizards don’t have such thoughts, and Mrs. Mojin’s robe shop will not show such seemingly simple but complicated and troublesome clothes. Wearing a snow-white lace lining, the paleness exposed from the collar of the collar is even more eye-catching, and the soft color of the firelight is evenly reflected on the skin.

The deep green, moving slightly, is like a frozen lake without the slightest ripples, sinking like a condensate, but it has a sense of absurd unreality, just like his whole person.

Noble, solemn, and elegant, but they can't show any emotions that have anything to do with etiquette. It seems to come out of the painting, and it also looks like the ancient aristocratic temperament that many families have kept in their hearts. He is not in a hurry, even walking, frowning, and raising his eyes, it seems that every movement is just right and there is no more suitable perfection.

This, this, when did such a person exist among these nobles who talked about their family blood all day long?

Even Lupine couldn't help but slander, Gerald Lockhart is really nothing, those witches really have no vision at all.

However, in view of the experience of the first half of his life and his own background, Lupine turned his eyes and prepared to wait for this "nobleman who suddenly visited the principal" to leave before explaining clearly about Sirius.

If Lupine lowered his head now, he could see the black dog under his feet almost staring out his own eyeballs.

No matter how difficult someone is with his family, he will never fail to recognize clothes emblazoned with his family's coat of arms.

The person who randomly finds a comfortable chair and sits down does not say a word. This kind of behavior of not saying hello is very rude no matter how you say it, especially before the headmaster of Hogwarts is the greatest white wizard in the world. No one can afford contempt.

"Good night, Your Excellency the Duke."

The smiling Dumbledore signaled Lupine to close the door with his eyes, stared keenly at the black dog who followed him, turned his head again as if he didn't see anything, and pushed the plate in front of him: "Frost biscuits, would you like some?"

A delicate little hand stretched out and snatched the whole plate, and then the little girl looked up pitifully, blinking her eyes.

After a while, even the black dog was about to growl for the poor little girl.The person sitting there still didn't respond with his left hand on his right wrist, and he didn't even look at him. He was wearing old clothes (Sirius: Who would wear a dark robe and skirt for a child these days? It looks gloomy. It's probably at home. The tattered clothes that have been handed down for decades...) The timid and poor (...) little girl was so happy that she ran to the side to stuff biscuits into her mouth.

Halfway through the stuffing, the little girl froze suddenly, looked back at the person sitting on the chair in panic, then slowly put the biscuit back, and sent the biscuit to her mouth with the most decent, elegant and etiquette speed, slowly Chewing didn't make a sound, just stared at the plate full of biscuits and was about to cry.

"Well, Iris, there's plenty of biscuits."

Dumbledore's words made the little girl want to cry even more, and she reluctantly put down the plate with a bitter face, her eyes still fixed on it.

That's right, whose family's girl would be as rude as if she hadn't eaten for a few days? Even if those fallen pure-blood nobles were starving to death, they still wanted to save face—the black dog was very sympathetic and somewhat disdainful.

The flame in the furnace was burning quietly, and the dim yellow light that was not very bright flowed in the room.

"Remus, what's the matter?"

"...it's late at night, I'll disturb the principal tomorrow."

Lupine really couldn't explain clearly what happened back then in this weird atmosphere. He led Sirius Black, who had turned into a black dog, backed away in some embarrassment. Of course, at the same time, he also took Snape with hostility. Ignored with suspicious eyes.

Forcibly resisting the urge to growl at Snape who has been staring at him in doubt, the black dog is not worried about his own safety (Principal Dumbledore is the wisest and will protect Harry and that, that, and that) before going out Turning around, he was about to show his old opponent a malicious grin, but he saw the little girl timidly approaching her. The person sitting in the chair finally reacted and reached out to stroke her hair, from the neck under the long black hair to the The cheeks were all reflected with a peculiar brilliance by the dim yellow light, the graceful outline slowly turned his head to the side, the deep and cold green eyes shocked Sirius Black almost unable to maintain his Animagus form.

Strange, who is this guy? I am the only one in the Black family?

The door was closed, Dumbledore wiped the biscuit crumbs from his beard, and said with a smile: "Floo powder is really a good thing, isn't it, Your Excellency the Duke?"

Snape's body crumpled again.

——Ignace Wellsmith invented Floo powder in 1227 AD, hundreds of years later than the four founders of Hogwarts. The Potions professor was extremely puzzled and held a snake How could the Slytherin in the weird Animagus state so skillfully grab a handful of Floo powder next to the fireplace, and after the flames turned green, he clearly called out Diagon Alley and then disappeared.No matter how gossipy the portraits of Hogwarts are, it is impossible to talk about this kind of things that they don't need at all and don't appear in their lives at all. Just how many people would describe the use process in such a detailed way so that Slytherin who lived in an era without Floo powder would be completely clear?

Comprehending the temptation in Dumbledore's words and Snape's gloomy meaning, the person on the chair leaned back slightly, still brushing his fingers along Aerys' hair, raising his eyes indifferently and gracefully: "The golden snitch Seems like something more interesting, as for—”

The cold and alienated voice spread in the air, and the tone without any warmth was slightly lowered: "Professor Snape? You live in Spider's End, don't you?"

The fact that the Golden Snitch in Quidditch appeared later than the Floo powder does not perfectly explain anything, but the latter sentence made Dumbledore, who was a little curious, and Snape, who was darkened by the magic pressure, relieve Floo Doubts brought about by the powder.However, relief is one thing, and attitude is another. The Potions Professor quickly verified this truth: "I am applying to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the next semester.

Snape said dryly that Merlin knew how much perseverance it took him to hold back the sarcasm that blurted out: "As for the positions of Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, Headmaster, I believe you have better The right' person, and that office should be returned to its original 'owner', shouldn't it?"

"Actually dear Severus, you don't have to—" Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking when a dazed owl slammed into the outside window.

"Oh, poor little one."

Dumbledore went to open the window and let in the owl, which had made its way from the storm.

A pink envelope fell from its claws.

Then the letter unfolded itself, into a lipsticked lip, and let out an utterly creepy, coquettish laugh: "To the Headmaster of Hogwarts:

Urgent notice from the Ministry of Magic!

I have received an abnormal situation report from the Floo network management office. At 47:12 this night, the Floo network from No. 12 Grimmauld Place to the Hogwarts principal's office was activated in one direction. One of the Twelve School Trustees of Gewarts, with a direct flight line to Hogwarts, but [-] Grimmauld Place has long been closed by the Magic Family Heritage Management Office, and Sirius Black, a fugitive Azkaban prisoner, was arrested Evicted, and the sole heir, the Ministry of Magic decided to investigate strictly whether the matter had anything to do with the prisoner.

One minute after the letter arrives, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, will go to inquire about it in person. "

The bright red lips pulled slightly, it seemed to be a gloating smile: "Good luck!

Deputy Minister for Magic, Dolores Umbridge"

The lips quickly turned back into pink letter paper, and quickly burned into ashes before falling to the table.

The mouth corners of all the principal portraits in the principal's office were twitching.

Without any expression, Ling Cha couldn't help lowering his eyes to reflect

——Forgot that there is the Ministry of Magic. Countless calculations will always be less. Slytherin didn't have such a thing in that era. Even in his memory, he didn't know that the Ministry of Magic still monitored the Floo Network.

Ling Cha stood up, glanced at the Sorting Hat that had been silent on the shelf, and walked slowly over.The originally icy tone seemed distorted a bit: "Godric is a great knight."

With a bang, the shelves were all moved away, and the bricks on the wall stepped aside in a knight's duel step, and a dark passage appeared in front of them.

Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his glasses showed an unconcealable smile—very good, he found another secret passage.

When Aerys ran to follow, the walls closed again, the shelf returned to its original shape, the flame in the fireplace turned, and when Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, appeared, he saw Albus Dumbledore smiling at him, eating sweets : "Good evening frosted sugar cookies, would you like some?"