Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

After Professor McGonagall cast the binding spell in time, the lion cubs who rushed out of the dormitory for the second time one night were dumbfounded at the same time. The fugitive who was in peace was finally caught.

"Now everyone, go back and rest! Harry, come with me!"

Holding the parchment, the savior was at a loss and looked back at Ron, only to find that Hermione was gone.

Sirius, who was floating in mid-air in embarrassment under the levitation spell, stared at the direction in which the mouse was fleeing with red eyes, and let out a terrible hoarse roar from his throat. His hair and beard were tangled together. Looking at him suddenly, he could really cry in fright. Little kids.

Professor McGonagall held up his wand, and slowly walked towards the end of the dark corridor. Everything under the fluorescent light was abnormally bluish-white in the dark night.

A dark shadow lurked at the corner of the corridor.

"Quick appearance!"

The speed and coverage of the spell are definitely not what Hermione could compare to just now. If Peter Pedilu was still there...

"Hi~!"

There was a scream, before Professor McGonagall heard it clearly, he felt as if a wall fell down in front of him.

"bump!"

Indeed, it was similar to a wall, with pitch-black and dark green scales densely arranged on the terrifying body, that piece was almost as big as the mouth of a bowl, and when it hit the ground suddenly, both Harry and Professor McGonagall had the illusion that their feet were unstable .Almost in an instant, the huge head suddenly lifted up, and the snake letter spit out showed a terrifying blue color: [My biscuits... cakes... are all gone, woo hoo! ]

The basilisk bowed its head in pain, mourning over the snacks it had crushed.

But what Professor McGonagall saw was that this terrifying magical creature was enraged, and it lowered its head to point at it desperately. The opened mouth would definitely bite Harry into two pieces, because he didn't dare to touch the basilisk. So Professor McGonagall didn't notice that Aerys' eyes were closed, all she heard was that horrible, angry hiss.

[Hiss, who?Who threw the revealing spell at me! ! ]

The basilisk was indeed complaining "angry".

Forgive Professor McGonagall for not being able to understand the poor girl's grief and indignation, the reaction can only be a few powerful swooning spells.

The wizard's Animagus state cannot use magic, and the Animagus-like form of powerful magical creatures is the same. The syncope curse is no more painful than a mosquito bite, the basilisk is just that, with a flick of its tail, a strangely dressed little girl reappeared, and the pale yellow eyes that slowly opened were filled with the accusations of gas congestion that only children have. The immature white fingers groped for the food on the floor that was all turned into crumbs, his nose twitched, and then he sat down on the ground: [Wow——]

Harry could understand, but he was completely dumbfounded.

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand, but he could see the little girl sitting down on the ground rolling down the ground in tears like she didn't want money, crying and groping for the strange powder on the ground, like a child who had just been robbed of a toy.

[Iris, go. ]

A shadow standing in the darkness startled Professor McGonagall and raised his wand again.

[Don't forget who should be saved, the so-called savior of the wizarding world! ]

Harry looked over in horror, and before he could react, he heard a cold voice: "The mind is distracted!"

A violent white light hit Harry's forehead directly, and the poor little lion fell out. He still held the parchment firmly in his hand. Among the countless black dots on it, seven names appeared in the corridor on the eighth floor.

The little girl who was still crying suddenly raised her head, and at that moment her pupils were as straight as a cold-blooded animal. Even Sirius, who was a little delirious because of his madness, froze unconsciously and watched helplessly. The basilisk in the form of a girl disappeared into the dark castle.

When Professor McGonagall came back to her senses and walked over, she only found that her former student, the winner of the Merlin First Class Medal, should be Peter Pediru, who died in 13 years, lying stiffly on the ground, with his eyes wide open. , his face was full of fear, just like the victim of the Chamber of Secrets incident last year.

The professors who heard the noise finally rushed over. Everyone looked at the dirty Peter Pedilou, and then at the lunatic Sirius. Immediately afterwards, Professor Flitwick found the A piece of magical parchment, suddenly shouted in surprise.After a while of confusion, Harry, who fainted, was sent to the medical wing again, while the remaining two were also sent to the principal's office.

Finally, everything calmed down again.

"Whoa."

A hand suddenly appeared close to the corner of the wall, and then the entire invisibility cloak was peeled off.

"It's dangerous!" Another Harry Potter stood there, reached out and knocked on a small stone sculpture at the end of the corridor: "So there is also a secret passage here."

"Don't be stupid!" Hermione swept aside the hair covering her eyes a little irritably, "He is the founder of Slytherin, and for thousands of years, no one can be sure that he has discovered all the secrets of Hogwarts." A secret door! By the way, what did he just tell you? I mean what did he say to you a day ago in snake language?"

"...nothing, by the way, what if I glanced at the Marauder's Map when I came out of the Gryffindor common room?"

Two Harry Potter names appearing together...

"Or you were discovered when you sneaked over from the lounge wearing an invisibility cloak..." Hermione looked at the savior with a foolish look. The latter touched his nose and realized that it was a stupid question: " Well, I remember, I didn't look at the Marauder's Map, and you weren't spotted. So Slytherin... well, don't stare at me, I mean the Duke of Slytherin did it because he agreed to my request. You came here with me to petrify Peter Pediru with the eyes of the basilisk, and I dared to run over because I knew the Duke of Slytherin would definitely appear..."

The eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses of the little lion are almost like mosquito coils:

"Hermione, I really don't understand Time Turner, everything happened before we came back."

"Don't be stupid! If we don't come back, if you don't go to the Duke of Slytherin, if I don't throw Peter Pedillo in front of you in an invisibility cloak and let Ron find that name on the parchment, all this will be gone." will happen."

"I still don't understand..."

""Time Travel", Lihen Bookstore has it! In the eyes of wizards, time is the cruelest magic, and it is also the most powerful magic. Everything is arranged by it in the most delicate way, you can think that it is what we need And we can go back in time, so the time-turner will bring us back..."

"So it's impossible for Voldemort to be resurrected with a time-turner, because in this past, he didn't resurrect at all, right?"

"So you're thinking about this!" Hermione gave Harry a very disapproving look.

"Then what should we do next?" Harry has already learned it, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, just follow Hermione's orders.

"I've been waiting for myself to come in in the girls' dormitory wearing an invisibility cloak. Harry? Don't look at me like that, we can't be seen by our past selves, although it feels really strange to knock yourself out from behind... ..." Hermione was still muttering, and Harry couldn't help but think of the Disillusionment Curse cast on him by the founder of Slytherin just now, watching Hermione cast the Revealing Curse, watching her suddenly disappear and run towards this direction, Only then did he realize that the Hermione he saw at that time was a day later.

"Now, we must steal back the Marauder's Map."

Harry pulled out the parchment in his arms, and said blankly:

"I said why the map taken by Dumbledore is in my hands again."

"Stop talking nonsense, come here! Petrification requires potions made from mandrakes. The professors will tell you the truth after they understand that your godfather is innocent. When you and Sirius arrive at Hagrid's cabin after dawn, you will be photographed. Soul monster, we must rush there at that time!"

[Owner……]

The little girl panicked and looked at the castle sleeping in the darkness behind her, and then at the black lake in front, why did she feel that the master was going to leave here?She has been at Hogwarts since she was born. Last time it was the master's soul attached to her, she didn't feel it at all. Sleeping, how to forage for food, what if there is no water pipe through which her body can pass?

[Iris, listen. ]

The little basilisk girl staggered forward in the darkness holding her master's robe corner, her mouth pursed in grievance, well, if she had to lie there pitifully and wait for her master to come back, she would rather choose to leave Hogwarts.

[There are better cookies out there! ]

[real? ] The little girl immediately clenched the corners of her clothes, her eyes glowing.

[...Lingcha?Seriously, are there better cookies out there than us? ]

The doubt on Slytherin's face was quickly replaced by a dumbfounding emotion, obviously feeling so speechless about another point that he was surprised by: [...Really. ]

[Okay, let's go. ]

Hearing Salazar's answer, Ling Cha suddenly suffered and thought for a long time to explain why.He picked up the letter sent by Fox with his fingers.An owl flew straight down from the tower, its blank eyes obviously did not understand why it did this, it took the letter in its mouth and flew directly to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

There are countless hidden spells on the gate of Hogwarts, which are precise and firm, and pale fingers linger on it. This castle still obeys their will, and this is the only place where they can come back.

But now, some things have to be done.

In the middle of the night, walking around the terrifyingly quiet Black Lake and walking slowly along the dark Forbidden Forest, getting farther and farther away from Hogwarts, two lonely shadows reflected in the lake water, Slytherin holding Aerys's hand hand.

Maybe this should be the history that happened thousands of years ago, but the truth often has no words.

[Master, you, why did you talk to yourself just now? ]

[…Aerys, do you want two masters? ]

[ah? ! ]