Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The air at the tip of his nose smelled of dust, and there was no light. In the pitch-black room, he opened his eyes on the rotten four-poster bed. The despair that devoured the soul still remained in his heart. For a long time, Ling Cha said Can't say a word.

He should have thought of it earlier, he should have thought of it when he learned that "Hogwarts, a School History" still recorded the passage of Slytherin's departure—

Salazar died in this castle, and thousands of years have passed without anyone knowing.This is not something Mia is capable of doing. Only his friend, the contractor of Hogwarts, can cover up everything like this.

The Rowena in her memory is in a state of confusion, and she will definitely not erase all traces in just four hours.Only Helga, who may have learned of Rowena's death in a panic, came to the head Slytherin's office, calmly and effectively restored all the tables, chairs and bookshelves to their original state, and might even forge evidence of Slytherin's departure, so that Godric and everyone in the castle were convinced.

The slight panting gradually subsided.

Ling Cha suddenly woke up, he was still trapped in extremely dark memories, it was no longer frightened but silent despair, the voice obviously did not come from him: "Salazar?"

"...the sorting hat... Gryffindor?"

A few intermittent words were enough for Ling Cha to understand what he was going to say. Recalling the spell, they often used it after they were 28 years old, just to check each other's memories, and Salazar was undoubtedly caught in his own memory. The Halloween song is incoherent in horror.

Before Salazar died, his friend's betrayal and his daughter's resentment must have been disappointing to Godric. Before this kind of complicated mood was completely out, he was told that the person who really knew nothing was himself. History In the eyes of later generations, the words and words are flat and straightforward, but in their eyes, they are endless sadness and hesitation, which is unbelievable.

What was Gryffindor, who had been lied to all his life, thinking when he died?

They seldom feel guilty, but now they have been isolated for a thousand years, and even their hatred has been weathered. What else is left in Hogwarts except for that silly hat?

"What is the Ministry of Magic?"

Salazar still remembered the creepy female voice in the memory he had just seen.Of course, what he was more concerned about was that the sudden announcement read "To the Headmaster of Hogwarts" in an unceremonious tone.In the Middle Ages, no one in Europe dared to speak in this tone.

Ling Cha was speechless for a long time, and found that he couldn't find an adjective to explain it to his other self who had no concept of government at all, so he understood what he needed to do most at the moment.

[Dionysus]

The door opened, and before he could get out, he was caught by a small figure head-on.

[Iris? ]

Salazar stretched out his arms to hug the little girl, those big orange eyes full of tears were his last memory thousands of years ago, because Aerys violated his will and made everything out of his control, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't angry Yes, but what is more profound is the basilisk that Ling Cha saw in his memory, waiting for them alone in the secret room.

[Sorry. ]

The little basilisk girl raised her head in surprise, a little confused by the sudden words of her master, but she was not thinking about that now, she quickly shrank behind her master, trembling all the time but not looking up.

Listening to the merciless sarcasm, is it easy for her to endure the poison that is more terrible than her?

"Your Excellency the Duke."

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched. He hadn't learned how to get along since the founder of Slytherin was still in a portrait.The previous model of turning a blind eye to the air obviously cannot be used. Seeing that the other party has been nodding at him with such indifference since the portrait, even if he has greeted the current dean of Slytherin, his goal is still Floo powder next to the fireplace, this time the potions professor could hardly contain the urge to sarcasm: "I think I have to remind you that the Ministry of Magic has monitored the entire Hogwarts floo network after the incident just now, Surely I can assume that His Excellency the Duke doesn't know what the Ministry of Magic is?"

Snape, who didn't know the truth about himself, was glanced at by Ling Cha.

Not to mention Salazar, even Ling Cha himself didn't quite know what the Ministry of Magic meant to wizards.The biggest impression is that all underage wizards are prohibited from using the magic network. They don't like Voldemort and Dumbledore. Maybe the Ministry of Magic is not as useful as St. Mungo's, at least you can count on the latter to save people.

On second thought, wearing the clothes of the Black family and going to the Lihen Bookstore late at night might scare the wizard to death. Except for those who fled, the rest of the Black family were all dead.

Then the bigger trouble came, the portrait could stay safely in the frame, where would he and Salazar go now?

"Snapped!"

With a soft apparition sound, Fox suddenly appeared in the room.

The wand in the cuff was immediately in his hand, and before he could move, Salazar found that his hand had put the wand back.

The movement was so fast that Snape didn't see it, but Snape caught a glimpse of the fleeting expression of astonishment.

The Potions Professor narrowed his eyes slightly. For some reason, he always felt that the founder of Slytherin in front of him was a little weird. It seemed different from what he had seen before, and he couldn't say exactly what was different.

Fox flapped his wings quite sharply, dropped a piece of paper, and plunged into the fireplace.

It felt the killing intent, so why not run away?

"Albus, what are you thinking?"

Armando Dippet stared at the current headmaster of Hogwarts in his picture frame. Among so many portraits, he should have been the one who knew Dumbledore best. He appointed Grant when he was seriously ill. Dean of Findor, Albus Dumbledore, as the principal's successor, decades later, he can clearly see in the portrait that his decision was indeed correct, but he didn't understand his own identity when he was alive. Colleague, my own vice-principal: "If you were the usual you, you would always have a good reason to send Fudge away. Even if he didn't believe it, at least he wouldn't have any reason to refute it..."

Dai Lise DeVante added:

"You're weird, Albus."

When Fudge left, his guessing and doubtful eyes were all covered by a complacent expression thinking he had caught something, which was not a good thing.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk, towering his fingertips, deep in thought.

"Duke Slytherin?" Dai Lisi asked again.

"Once the soul is divided, it cannot be merged."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and the portraits on the wall looked at each other, obviously with complicated emotions.

"And now..."

Dumbledore paused, obviously he didn't want to make a guess, or the guess was too absurd.The soul is a very delicate thing. If two conflicting behaviors appear in one body, it is quite dangerous. Even a complete soul will definitely have two completely different thoughts once it is split.Gryffindor speculates that Slytherin has dual personalities. Is this the reason for the split soul?

But for 1000 years, the petrified body will die and turn into ashes soon after waking up.The resurrection of the Duke of Slytherin in this era is not a terrible thing, but what if there will be two Salazar Slytherin who are completely hostile to each other and cannot be controlled?

He had to think it through.