Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The bright red liquid was slowly poured into the boiling potion.

"enough."

"No, Salazar."

The blood on the pale wrist snaked down the deep wound, slowly flowing into the dull potion, and soon the boiling liquid condensed into pale pink, rippling with magnificent ripples.

Ling Cha watched the changes in the potion, and only after a long time did he lightly stroke his left wrist with his right hand.

The bleeding stopped, leaving only a deep purple hideous wound.

"This is already a revived body... The magic power has not diminished along with the soul, but what the blood gives is already meager, and more blood is needed to revive you, Salazar."

The scene in front of him began to blur, his lips turned strangely pale, his fingers reached for the blood tonic potion, and he picked up all the bottles in a row.Then, there's the soul stabilizer.

Panting slightly calmed down, Ling Cha raised his head and said:

"Salazar, although we are one person, we cannot fuse after the soul is split. This body cannot be controlled by the two of us at the same time. At most one year, the new body will collapse from the internal organs..."

The petrification that lasted for thousands of years could have been removed after the resurrection potion was completed.

But at that time Ling Cha suddenly felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

"We've always wanted to separate...it's okay." Salazar looked quietly at the re-boiling potion in the cauldron: "If Aerys' eyes take my soul out, I can prepare it with Aerys' body." All right... that is our body, the blood needed for soul potion is the purest and most powerful, the Nyx family has the power to curse everything and we have never used it, even if we want to, there is no way to make it completely reappear in the world."

The tears of the basilisk put an end to everything.

"……Useless."

"Phoenix blood?"

This in itself is a ridiculous thing. Slytherin, who inherited the most terrifying curse talent and can make all potions, died of poison, or was poisoned for more than ten years, slowly soaking into the blood, bone marrow, and finally suffering Is it the poison or the inner despair that is unbearable?

"Yes, even if you prepare before time destroys everything, it will not be easier than it is now."

Phoenix blood is of no use to others, but it is a deadly poison to them, and there is no known potion or similar thing that can get rid of it.

The locket is a magic circle that has been set up long ago. The moment it becomes a Horcrux, it is slowly changing. After 50 years of silence, Slytherin has no second 50 years to wait.

"Blood, flesh, bone..."

"We can do without."

"It's the best way."

Ling Cha continued to be busy bottling the potion, he didn't pay attention to Salazar's silence, he was too used to it, Salazar would always be persuaded by himself, although it would be harmful to his body, but for wizards, especially Wizards who can have enough recovery potions, a lot of blood, pure flesh and bones, noble wizards in the Middle Ages are always willing to pay such a price to avoid their own death from accidents.

"One thing is missing."

Contaminated with the light red water juice twisted from the heart fragments of the Blue Silent Bird, the slender fingers lightly tap the magic wand, and all emotions cannot be revealed from those deep green eyes. The unity of the soul can never be there even if the thoughts are separated. There was nothing to be seen on the stern face, only a stern smile: "I want the soul of the wizard, at the moment of dying."

As with the Split Soul film, a true resurrection requires someone else's death.

What you get, you must give equal value.

The flame in the fireplace continued to burn, and his tired body fell into a warm and comfortable cushion. The continuous days of brewing the potion had already made Ling Cha a little dizzy. Restoration potions and blood-tonifying potions could not replace rest. Pale, suddenly awakened: "Souls that are strong enough, how many powerful wizards are there in this world, Salazar?"

"You know better than me."

"There is no threat of death, no tendency towards blood hatred, wizards live far away from Muggles, black magic is regarded as evil, and the use of offensive spells is forbidden..."

Ling Cha supported his forehead heavily, searching for possible objects in his vague and distant memory over and over again.

"Apart from the current headmaster of Hogwarts, is there no other in the wizarding world?"

"Yes, our descendants."

"...his own soul is incomplete."

"The Ministry of Magic is full of people who can only jump up and down... wait a minute."

Ling Cha suddenly raised his head. He thought of a name, which was just a meaningless name in the legend of the savior——

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Who is he?" Salazar was sure that no matter whether it was thousands of years ago or recently, Ling Cha had never mentioned this person, "Germany, the previous so-called Dark Lord, brought fear that no one before our descendants could compare to. , it is said that ambition and madness even involved Muggles, causing the war to take place in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds at the same time."

"It's amazing." Salazar said lightly. Of course, there was no praise in his tone. When he heard the title of 'former Dark Lord', he already showed a sarcasm. He didn't know whether it was aimed at Grindelwald or the current wizard. The ridiculous fear of black magic, "So, where is he now?"

"Numrmengard, it's ridiculous that this wizard prison was built by himself, and he was imprisoned to death in the end."

"Dead? You mean, he's going to die soon?"

"If there are no accidents, four years later, he will die at the hands of our descendants."

"An imprisoned wizard, if it was worth killing him, why didn't he do it earlier? Is there anything I don't know?"

"That's a prophecy, Salazar. We'll talk about it later. Nurmengard's defenses are said to be terrible, but these horrible rumors all came from when Grindelwald was still in power. Grindelwald's subordinates were In the past 50 years, I have gone to rescue countless times, but none of them have succeeded. No matter how powerful a prison is, there is a way to break it, and there is only one possibility."

"Grindelwald doesn't want to leave?"

"If he is alive, he is already dead. It is useless to ask for such a soul."

"No, Ling Cha, you said that, but I'm curious." Salazar stared at the mirror on one side with a smile. He suddenly liked to look at himself in the mirror, but recently he couldn't tell who he was looking at: "Death is a powerful thing. If Gellert Grindelwald still had a reason to live, he wouldn't care about death. If he wanted to die a long time ago, he wouldn't have to stay in that so-called prison." 50 years...Ling Cha, what is he waiting for?"

"very good."

"Huh?" Salazar looked in the mirror in surprise.

"I'm still wondering when I'll let you try Muggle travel."

"What are you talking about last time...the kind of car that walks underground that is much more stable than the Knight Bus but crowded?"

"That's called the subway, Salazar, where did you find it in your Muggle encyclopedia?"

"I don't remember that kind of thing... you mean, Muggles can get that kind of car from England to Germany?"

"No!" Ling Cha leaned back on the chair, stroked the hair of Iris, who was sleeping on the bed and didn't know anything, and noticed that the other self was staring at the mirror, so he also smiled and looked at the silver inlaid with gemstones. Mirror: "But Muggles also have something called an airplane."