Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

In the middle of the night, the potion in the crucible was steaming. I picked up the pages of the book with my fingers, flipped a page lightly, and threw a few pre-processed potions into the crucible. This kind of absent-mindedness could be distinguished from the potion.

It was nothing more than an ordinary tranquilizing potion, even if Salazar took it with his eyes closed, there would be no slight error.

A suppressed cough overflowed from the corner of his lips, and his fingers, slightly yellowed by the potion, lightly pressed against his chest.

Ling Cha silently looked at the figure of Salazar in his memory, and leaned tiredly on the chair. Every once in a while, he would cough hastily, but he was used to suppressing everything, so the broken voice and violent chest heaving made Ling Cha feel uncomfortable. Cha also felt the pain of suffocation.

When they were still together, although because of the two souls, their bodies almost never got a rest, so they were always weak and tired, and they could hardly do without potions.Later, their control became irregular, and they were able to put the body to sleep because of the communication of consciousness in sleep.When Ling Cha left, although they were no longer young, there was no reason for their bodies to become so weak in just five years.Since there is only one soul left, that should make things better.

Looking at Salazar's pale forehead covered in cold sweat under the light of the fire, he suddenly had a bad guess.

Is it because of the split soul film?

Horcruxes, even in the time of Duke Slytherin, were just a conjecture of black magic. Like many seemingly messy things that actually contain all the truths that have never been written in history, its real records are in some fairy tales read by wizard children. scattered.If they didn't have no choice, they didn't want to use this magic at all.

Salazar didn't know, how could Ling Cha not know the danger of splitting the soul piece?

They had made all the preparations, and with the most elaborate planning, succeeded in splitting the soul after killing a wizard, and now it seems that all this is not perfect.Although Voldemort split his soul for the first time after he was 16 years old, he did not weaken but became stronger.Perhaps it was because Voldemort himself felt that he had abandoned the most despised and least touched part of the soul in his life, unlike them.

Ling Cha, who was in a complicated state of mind, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Suddenly, he looked at the hanging hourglass decorated with turquoise and mithril, approaching the early morning.

Salazar in the memory stood up, extinguished the flame under the cauldron, and walked out of the dormitory.

The landscape painting of the black lake slowly moved up, and the squid's tentacles retracted very quickly, and it sank into the lake all at once.

The outside door opened, and a woman in a dark red dress stood there with a paler face than Salazar's. Her hair was gray and her eyes were swollen.

"Rowena?"

Ravenclaw was almost completely different from Ling Cha's memory.

Her bright, wise and always smiling eyes are completely dull, her long tea-golden hair is messy and lacks any luster, and her sides are all gray. Her usually proud expression and elegant and decent clothes are gone now. a cent.

Rowena Ravenclaw married an Irish alchemist at the age of 39. It was very unfortunate. At first, it was only because of mutual admiration of each other's talent and fame. Behavior turned into a gap between them. Five years later, Ravenclaw returned to Hogwarts with his newborn daughter.The other party's family wants to recover their descendants, but unfortunately this time, they will face four people, the four most powerful wizards in Britain at that time.So Helena grew up in the castle, never met her father, and didn't know that his father died inexplicably in a Muggle town one night when she was three years old.

If Mia is the daughter of Slytherin, then Helena is the life of Ravenclaw.

"Is there any other way... Salazar, you know more black art books than I do, tell me, is there any way to make Helena forget all of this."

As a mother, the loss of her only daughter is not grieving all day long. Rowena's red and swollen eyes are not from crying. It is likely that she has been searching for all the books she can find for a long time, looking for what she thought was like madness. Method.

Resurrection of the dead is impossible. Even if Ravenclaw is in grief, he will never dream of resurrection. Immortality itself is a mysterious topic. Even if there are several conjectures about immortality, it must be based on the fact that the person is alive superior.

Ghosts are a form of immortality in themselves, though not much better than figures in portraits.

She can't give her daughter happiness, but she can't let Helena live in misery forever.

"You need a calming potion."

Salazar didn't answer, but his meaning had completely wiped out Rowena's hopeful eyes.

She turned around and opened the door, a tall woman with red hair was staring silently over.

"Helga, what to do..."

Rowena leaned on the other's shoulder, weeping in pain.

Hufflepuff was still the same as in Lingcha's memory, with a patient and gentle look on her face, as if she was always thinking about something. She always liked dark clothes, and she stood there unobtrusively, but every time she encountered danger, the most vicious striker was often It's her, Slytherin will kill the other party, but Helga will make the other party unknowingly find himself in the embarrassing situation of being alone.

She has always liked magical creatures and all plants, so she always has a reassuring smile——

wrong!

Ling Cha suddenly realized that this smile was perfunctory and cold, she was not Helga.

Almost at the same time, Salazar in his memory had already drawn out his wand: "Rowena! That's not Helga!!"

Although he was surprised, Salazar did not use any spells, and Hogwarts' magical defenses were safe, and there was no danger of sneaking in. There are still many students and professors here, and they may drink because they want to comfort Rowena. Under the compound decoction.

Ravenclaw, who was in a daze, seemed to have suddenly realized something was wrong, and she almost immediately retreated to the right of Salazar.The wand was already in her hand: "All petrified."

The fake Helga stepped forward very quickly, and the spell fell through, and then she also raised her wand as if to fight back.

Ling Cha stared in shock at the familiar yet unfamiliar magic wand. The long and slender wand was made of cold pine wood, and it was actually inlaid with thirteen rubies. Mother in flames, Lady Leto who burned the castle with her by Slytherin herself, the wand of the last heir of House Nyx.

"...uh... ah."

Ling Cha was still in shock, hearing the low cough that had been suppressed suddenly turn into a moan of pain, but instinctively looked back, but completely stiffened in the next instant.

Salazar stepped back a few steps unbearably and leaned against the table. Although he held the wand tightly in his hand, the robe under his right belly was stained red by the blood gushing out rapidly. A dagger with an eye pattern appeared abruptly at that place.

The only one standing beside him just now was——

Ling Cha looked at Rowena who had retreated far away in disbelief just like Salazar in memory.

It was Rowena, it was impossible for him to admit that it was the real Rowena.

Before he had time to say anything, Salazar suddenly twitched all over his body, and he couldn't even stand upright. The robe was soaked with cold sweat and blood, but his eyes were fixed on the stick that Rowena plotted against, which made him stunned for a moment. wand.

No, even if she wasn't in a trance, how could Rowena go all out on guard, especially when a person who drank compound potion stood opposite her and attracted his attention.What an ingenious calculation, what a vicious trap!Even his reaction and thoughts were calculated together!

Ling Cha's clenched fingers scratched his palm, and the tingling pain woke him up.

Salazar was one with him, and they reacted exactly the same way.

"Mia?"

The cold voice without the slightest tremor made the two women take a step back at the same time.

But soon, the dazzling brilliance of the pattern on the dagger was gradually dimming. Laughing coldly and maniacally, she hissed in Helga's voice: [Duke Slytherin, my father with the most terrible reputation, How does phoenix blood taste? ]

The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and black blood began to overflow from the corners of his lips.

"Rowena?"

This is the voice of despair. Being hated by his daughter does not make him sad, because sadness has become a habit, but the betrayal of a friend is not a momentary madness. Like Salazar, Ling Cha, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally fell into into an abyss of despair.

"Don't shout, don't look at me like that!"

Rowena backed away desperately, and suddenly laughed strangely:

"Helena, do you know how Helena died?"

She trembled all over, and with a wave of her wand, a red piercing bone was thrown over: "She fell in love with you, you in the portrait!! Salazar, you killed her!"

Salazar, who was dodging the spell in embarrassment, opened his eyes wide in horror. He seemed to think of a lot, but he couldn't say a word. He didn't move, and Mia and Rowena didn't dare to do it first. They knew very well that even if Sarah Cha had been blessed with a tearing spell that never healed, and had been stabbed with a dagger soaked in phoenix blood, but Nyx's terrible blood had never been used by Salazar.

It's not the weak body caused by the split of the soul piece, the things that Nyx's blood is familiar with, Rowena's hatred is only recently, what else is left?Ling Cha felt the pain of suffocation. It turned out that they had come to such an end.

[My father, what are you thinking, how long have you been poisoned? ]

Mia still giggled with Helga's appearance:

[Father, I would also like to thank these friends of yours. One thought carefully and found out but didn’t say anything, the other was stupid and always asked you to eat more, and the rest still believed that your daughter was killed by you, and offered to come Help me... Goddess of the Night, I didn't poison at all, you know that, don't you?This castle, this ridiculous school, where everyone eats the same thing, father, I have always admired your prudence. ]

Sarcastically bowed slightly, and smiled even more:

[But your blood, as great as mine, has killed you, has it not?The blood of the phoenix will not harm anyone, except us who inherit the blood of the Evernight Goddess.It can curse everything and rule the darkness, but the blood of the phoenix, which belongs to the powerful flame and brilliance attribute, can kill us. ]

Yes, it doesn't take a lot, even if it is a little bit every day, it is impossible for him not to discover that the potion master can definitely distinguish the potion ingredients diluted many times, let alone this kind of thing that will kill him.

As if reading his mind, Mia raised her wand, smiled and said: [Father, the cod steak tastes good, right.Those cute little ones, I raised them in the pool with diluted phoenix blood, watched them grow up day by day, and then put them into the spring water of the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest, everything about this castle Everyone likes its taste, delicious and sweet, delicate and smooth, such a precious little guy, like I thought, will not have a little bit of phoenix blood, and it will erode slowly...]

Mia laughed wildly.

Ling Cha was almost as dazed as Salazar, as if he couldn't see anything.

Who to hate?Who can hate?No matter how painful and desperate, Mia cannot die by her own hands. Rowena is just the one who was instigated and used, and Helga, who didn't show up but knew about Cod and didn't say anything, was obviously using the method she was used to— —Her enemies will always find themselves alone in the end, and can only die in despair.

The landscape painting of the Black Lake was knocked open. Salazar stopped them with his last strength. Mia who rushed to the door had recovered her appearance. The daughter, like Salazar, with unresolved despair and sadness, looked at Mia with a face very similar to her own, with both eyebrows and eyes.

All of a sudden, everything turned into rapidly flying smoke, and the distortion disappeared.

Memory came to an end.