Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Who are you, and why are you in Hercules' painting?"

It's a pity that people can say that they have amnesia, but portraits can't, but——

"My name? I don't know either. The wizard who painted me didn't say anything, didn't even leave any signature or even the name of the painting, so I don't know it myself, let alone others?"

The black-haired, green-eyed teenager smiles.

"Oh! What a pity." In the picture frame next to him is a woman holding a baby, which is very similar to the statues of the Madonna he saw in the textbooks when he was in art class. There is a soft spot for women with calm and beautiful faces. Anyway, famous masters paint, and unknown street painters also want to paint, Meilin!There are even Hogwarts.

Wait, when did he start calling Merlin by his name so habitually?

"Hey kid, we've never seen you!"

This is the portrait of the old man playing with the parrot hanging above. Even the man and the parrot stared down with wide-eyed eyes.

--child?

Seriously entangled, that handsome face was slightly distorted, as for the snake beside him became even more rigid, only the scales on the whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the rattling sound was surprisingly pleasant.

The real Salazar Slytherin was a horrible man.

You see, he understands one more thing, doesn't he?It's already a portrait, and I can't even use magic. This snake is as tall as two people when standing upright. It's hard to say whether his physique can leave half of his bones. Seeing him, this snake is actually frightened like this , Voldemort in the movie is scary enough, and I didn’t see his pet, the big white snake that finally killed Snape, I’m afraid he would tremble in fear (cough, you made the wrong metaphor, the basilisk will never be afraid Salazar, this is pet level).

"Oh, what I mean is, how did you get into Hercules' painting?" The old man teasing the parrot immediately understood his mistake and corrected, "You must know that Hercules is so proud that he never lets anyone in. His paintings, but they are really remarkable, aren't they?"

"Ah? I don't know what you're talking about? I accidentally fell in while I was walking, and I've never been in the hall before... You know, I was hung in an empty classroom, all covered in dust , I was really bored, so I had to sleep. Recently, there was a lot of noise in the castle, as if I was looking for something, and I was tossed out by Filch again—what did you just say, Hercules’ paintings are amazing? Where, how can I Did not see it?"

Let's thank his former mentor: what to do is not important, speaking skills are the most important, changing the topic is more important...

"In the classroom, oh, there are indeed many empty classrooms in this castle, and there are many places where even mice don't go--I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to say that... Well, something happened in the school recently, and several students —Forget it, let’s not talk about this, the signature on the canvas, have you seen it?”

"what?"

"Duke Slytherin, I mean the founder of Slytherin House was bored one day, so there was Hercules, that's it, watch it proud for 1000 years, huh." The far left rode on a horse The portrait of a knight dangling an enemy's head unceremoniously passed through several portraits until it reached the left side closest to the portrait of the giant snake.

The head the knight was holding was covered in blood, his white eyes were wide open, he opened his mouth, and suddenly spoke: "But it's worth it, dear Knight White, the whole hall even includes the corridor, the professor's office, There’s no second one in the classroom, isn’t that enough?”

Moran, there are, but none of them can show off at other places like Hercules.

"Oh! Shut up! I've cut off your head, how can you talk again?"

"In fact you've been beheading me for 600 years, since our painting was finished!"

"Then you should shut up!!"

The knight raised his head even higher in anger, and shook it vigorously.

"White Knight? May I call you that?"

The knight on horseback straightened his spine even more proudly, showing off his armor medal that proved his bravery.

"Of course, I give you this right in the name of a knight, little guy."

brat……

Well, calm down, even if he wants to kick, he should kick the real Slytherin founder who doesn't know where he died, whether his bones are rotten or not, if you have a portrait, you can have a portrait Draw it yourself, why do you have to draw yourself as a teenager?Most of all, why would he cross over in such a tragic way?

"Then Knight White, are you really a knight? I mean from your life?"

Now that I have become a portrait, I have to learn gossip.

If you don't gossip, how can you meet the identity of a portrait who stays in an empty classroom for a long time, hardly has a chance to speak, and doesn't know any common sense?How can one know what to do to resemble a portrait?

He didn't even know how to get into the portrait next door.

"Alive? Alive? Little guy, have you ever been alive?"

"Huh?" Of course he lived.

"Quack!" The head was still dangling in the knight's hand, "Little guy, there are two kinds of portraits in the wizarding world, one is like you and me, one can talk and walk the moment it is drawn by a wizard—you laugh What, although I was caught by White, I can definitely roll—well, the other kind is the ones hanging in the corridor, and of course the ones in the principal's office, wizards who pass spell contracts or other things when they are alive After death, they will appear in that painting, and they can walk freely in each of their paintings, and have all the memories of their own life, hum, so I think they are amazing, and they are taller than us. These pure portraits are first class!"

"How can you be sure that I am..." He is not at all!

No, he is neither!

"Poor little fellow, if you say you don't know your name, it must be us—"

"Yes, boy, the reason why those portraits are superior to us is not because they have names!"

The old man blew his beard and stared, and was so angry that he even threw the parrot away:

"Look, what's carved outside my frame?"

He raised his head vigorously, this angle was a bit inconvenient.

The parrot and the old man?

Well, the name is really straightforward, isn't the mother next to her holding the baby?Glanced, 'Woman of Subury', good luck!Well, that white knight probably named it himself. That head probably doesn’t even have a name—the head in White’s hand, the head of White’s enemy, the head that White cut off…

He twitched as he thought of a dire consequence.

"Son, your eyes are so beautiful, we can call you Green (sure enough)? Or do you want to be called Black (don't you)? I think it's better not to, always pure Black family, Slytherin family, their noses are always long On top of the head, the eye never looks down, even in portraits."

"You can't say that. The Black family also has very good children. For example, the one who entered Gryffindor more than ten years ago? What's his name?"

"It's a pity that those good children you mentioned were all kicked out of the house without exception, including the Gryffindor you mentioned, who betrayed his friends to the mysterious man even worse, and is still staying in Azkaban! I am That's what I heard."

Yeah, that's right, the Savior's second year at Hogwarts is over, and Sirius is about to escape.

The black-haired, green-eyed teenager smiled.

"White Knight, I want to take a look in your painting, how can I get there?"

"Oh, no problem, I agree to your visit, as long as you—" The knight's free hand drew an arc very smartly, "From here, you will pass about seven portraits, as long as they all agree with you visit, you can come all the way."

It turns out that the portraits still have the ownership of their own frames. Fortunately, they have no habit of collecting tolls.

"Green, you can go anywhere you want, you are welcome here."

I don't know where he died and whether the bones are rotten and there are still the real Slytherin founders left. Is it for this purpose that you painted yourself as such a hot and beautiful boy? !