Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On the rotten four-poster bed, the Duke of Slytherin, with his black hair scattered, sat alone in the darkness and laughed softly, continuing the conversation that seemed to be talking to himself: "The surprise just now was not bad."

"Huh?" The soul belonging to Ling Cha turned red, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, the easiest way to blend souls is this, even Muggles know it." Salazar's soul made his voice lazy and elegant, and continued to smile, "It's interesting just to open your eyes and see yourself."

"Interesting?" Ling Cha made no effort to hide his sarcasm and annoyance, "I saw myself dying slowly while lying in ruins. Is this interesting?"

"..."

"What? Who guaranteed that even if there was only one person, he would be able to handle everything?"

"..."

Ling Cha held his forehead weakly, and sighed:

"I read Aerys' memory. What kind of poison is on the dagger? You didn't touch anything except drinking the potion of eternal sleep. You just wanted to meet Aerys' eyes and attach your soul to Aerys after your body died? "

"...I was wrong, I forgot that Aerys could cry."

"Salazar!!"

Pursing his lips, his expression instantly changed from annoyed to an indifferent smile:

"What are you calling us by our name?"

"You are Salazar—" Weakness is now synonymous with Lingcha.

"You are me, I am you, I have told you countless times!"

"...you want to die, why?"

"I won't die. How can I die if you live."

Ling Cha frowned slightly, and finally said word for word:

"Mia?"

Salazar was startled, and there was no sound for a long time.Until a sarcastic smile slowly appeared in his eyes: "Yes."

He didn't even ask how the other self knew. It's not hard to guess. In their lives, besides this daughter, besides a good friend, what else could there be?

"I can't think of it."

It’s not that they didn’t expect Mia to do this, but they couldn’t even imagine what Mia did. Although Hogwarts Castle did not reject her who has the blood of Slytherin, her undisguised resentment and anger had long made them silent. Stay away, avoid seeing.They didn't want to point their wands at Mia. Similarly, Salazar Slytherin, who had been cautious all his life, couldn't be careless to be plotted by his daughter who had always been on guard.

There is no secret between them, and not being able to say it in person means that the injury has already been painful.

"Aerys is outside, don't go out until you get my memory. It has been 1000 years since Hogwarts was established."

"Is Helena still there?"

"...Well, there is also Barrow."

"Ling Cha, it seems that the prophecy of Nyx's bloodline is always correct."

"This has nothing to do with prophecy! All I know...well, all I've seen is that certain things aren't the kind of wordplay that leads people astray."

"Perhaps because of this, everything we do has no meaning at all."

"No, I'm here with you, that's enough."

Salazar was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, and then he laughed heavily:

"you're right."

The dark and dilapidated room, added to the previous appearance in his memory, was terribly strange.Time is indeed the cruelest magic, and there is no way to stop it.Salazar looked at his fingers lazily and gracefully, slender and fair.When they were 28 years old, even if they brewed potions all day long, they would still protect their hands very well, unlike when they were old and alone, without thinking about anything.

With a slight turn of the palm, the wand slipped into the palm of the hand.

Ten and a quarter, the body of the grape vine, the inner core of the double-headed dragon's spine and the bird's tail, are still soft, but the body of the stick has no luster, and the wood is no longer tight. Just lying in his hands, it feels crazy. sucking magic.

Their partner has been alone for too long.

Turn your palms inward, and gently point the tip of the wand to your forehead:

"Back to the soul."

A white light flashed in an instant, and both of them lost consciousness at the same time.

The Pensieve hadn’t appeared in the Middle Ages, and wizards used profound soul magic to achieve the same effect, rereading memories in a state of unconsciousness, and it was always easy to find more things from the perspective of a bystander.But soon, the black magic changed from this spell became popular throughout Europe. Whether it is a black wizard or a white wizard, they are all good at using this magic to find out what other people are thinking, what they have thought, and finally they can see it directly. The memories of the faint of heart, all the pain and laughter.

To this day, Soul Reaper is still used by all powerful wizards. A person can cover up everything, but it is difficult to perfectly disguise one's own brain. At most, others cannot see anything, and the memories created by bluntness are always recognized at a glance.And the original body of this spell has completely disappeared hundreds of years after the Pensieve appeared. After all, soul magic is very demanding, and there are no more people who know how to use it proficiently than wizards who know Animagus.

The history of wizarding has always been like this, as beneficial spells are quickly replaced by better ones, whereas black magic has remained the same.

The last step of the stairs is hidden in the shadows, and the mouth of the crouching statue gradually ignites with the sound of footsteps.

Salazar stopped and looked at the people who had been following behind.

Godric Gryffindor tugged at his hair in a panic, and pretended to laugh in a weird way: "What a coincidence, haha, Salazar, you go to the cellar too."

Everything in his memory is gray. Ling Cha was silently looking at the cold and lonely castle that was not covered with portraits, but at this moment, he couldn't laugh or cry.

In memory, Salazar and Ling Cha had exactly the same reaction, looking at Gryffindor expressionlessly, as if they didn't hear anything.And someone who had been following from the lobby even laughed unconsciously: "Salazar, tomorrow is Halloween, and I have a very good idea." Lingcha's mind buzzed in a circle.

The singing of the Sorting Hat is out of tune, and the words are even more outrageous than the singing, Godric Gryffindor is good at turning all serious things into jokes, but if it is true...

Salazar died in the early hours of Halloween.

"Salazar, don't go, I haven't finished yet, Helga's tea party tomorrow afternoon..."

"You sat next to me at dinner."

Salazar ignored it and went straight down the stairs.

"No! Salazar, although you agreed to Helga's invitation at dinner, you didn't understand what I meant~" Gryffindor shouted loudly from behind, "I must come, no matter what happens Things... even if that squid crawls into the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts is flooded by the Black Lake, you must... woo."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Gryffindor drew out his wand and swiped at his throat, releasing the throat deadbolt that was thrown just now, and added a loud voice to himself by the way: "Must come!"

The loud echo echoed repeatedly in the empty corridor.

Salazar's back paused as he walked away, as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to walk forward.

Godric, however, was proudly stroking his long golden hair that was still shining in the darkness, and turned around and left with a knightly step.