Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

If it was a day ago, and he had just faced the above directly, even if the soul-returning stone ring contained only a fraction of the Dark Lord's soul, he would definitely have the confidence to negotiate with the nobles in exchange for the greatest benefit.No matter how crazy the Dark Lord is, he would never underestimate a powerful wizard. At the same time, his pride and strength made Soul Piece believe that he is invincible in the implementation of his wishes.

only--

The straight and long hair that was as black as night was loosely tied together with a dark green ribbon, and only two slender strands hung down from the neck where the snow-white lace collar was folded. The clear lake green pupils coldly reflected everything around them.The heavy cloak was untied by slender white fingers and placed on the armchair beside the fireplace, as if looking at the extra decorations in the room - he glanced over slightly, without even the slightest emotion, and walked directly to the armchair Up and down.

[Hiss... Iris is hungry! ]

The basilisk quickly swam over, its huge body circled the chair several times, and very skillfully put a small half of its head into the opponent's arms and rubbed it lightly to show its coquettishness, while staring puzzledly, it froze there and didn't know what to say. transparent soul.

[Hey, what do you want to eat? ]

[Little lamb soup boiled for 3 hours, roast beef with spices, cake made of fresh blueberries, tuna mashed potato salad, pizza made of the most tender oysters...]

Every time the name of a dish came out of the basilisk's mouth, a black line appeared on Hun Pian's forehead.

Merlin, how well-behaved and sensible his Nagini is!He, no, why didn't the main soul find out before?

Immediately following the basilisk's next sentence, Soul Piece immediately understood that he was really just a small part of the split soul, so fragile, that he was almost sucked back by the soul-returning stone because he was so frightened that he forgot the magic power to maintain his body.

[… and cherry pulp with crushed ice!It's all done by the master himself! ]

It doesn't cost money to continue to drool, cough, it is very wasteful to corrode the carpet.

[Iris, I'm tired. ]

Soul [watched a little blankly at the said to be his ancestor, the great founder of Slytherin, after reaching out and touching the head of the basilisk, he took out a bag made of two-tailed lizard skin—that’s right !It's the bag where the Soul Resurrection Stone was once thrown into—starting to take out food...

[Ah...] The basilisk shook its head in surprise, [Vanilla ice cream?Chicken tacos?Chocolate cream bar, I saw it in the latest Muggle dessert collection on the headmaster's table, it must be delicious! ]

Of course the little girl is not stupid, she is very aware of her master's habits, even if it is a Muggle thing, if it is not as delicious as the master made it herself, then her master will not even look at it.

That's right, so little...

The basilisk retracted its tail, and almost instantly, its huge body disappeared. A little girl biting her finger and still drooling was sitting on the carpet pitifully looking up at Duke Slytherin.

The ice cream will melt if you don't eat it, the chicken roll will get cold if you don't eat it, as for the chocolate cream bar... well, the biscuit won't do anything, it's decided!The little basilisk girl tried to catch the food carefully and clumsily, but after a long time, she didn't catch anything except greasy and ice water, so she opened her mouth obediently and stretched out her head to bite.

[Iris! ]

It is not a problem for the appearance of a magical creature to eat like this, but Salazar will not allow a girl to have such a vulgar appearance.

The little girl sniffled, and struggled to protect the ice cream and chicken rolls with her palms and arms.Then, howl.

Sara looked at her for a second, then stretched out her hand, the Muggle encyclopedia that had been thrown into the corner earlier had been spinning and flew over, directly turned to the page she read last night, and picked up a basilisk in this room A transparent soul piece should not exist at all.

Ling Cha stared at the cold and warm Atlantic currents in the book that he had memorized so badly many years ago, he didn't control himself to comfort the little girl who was crying fiercely, but just called out in puzzlement: "Salazar? "

Hun Pian, who stood in the corner and realized that he had been forgotten again, was unable to hold back his anger, but his face was instantly distorted when the "ancestor" sitting on the chair called his name strangely.

"Make her cry!"

Salazar's reply was simpler, his eyes stubbornly stayed on the page, Ling Cha had no choice but to follow him to read.

The little girl had already lowered the volume of her wailing. Although she didn't raise her head, she was obviously listening to the voices here.

"You forgot the letter we wrote."

I will take Iris to Hogwarts this September.

Ling Cha suddenly fell silent. Almost all wizards can't distinguish Aerys' Animagus, but the little girl is not used to it. If it comes to the table, she can't use a knife and fork or even hold the food firmly with her hands. If you can't do it, you can only lie on the table and gnaw. Doesn't that scare other students to death?

No, before the other children were scared to death, he himself would have no face to go out and meet people.

[If you don’t eat, go out and find food by yourself. ]

The little girl opened her mouth wide with tears in her eyes.

The snow outside has not yet melted, and it is January. Even if it is a powerful magical creature, it cannot resist the influence of the seasonal temperature.

What's more, at this time, what can I find to eat when I go out?

Except for the mice, even the frogs are hibernating. Is it really necessary to see a person swallow a wizard?

The basilisk was lying there, dripping tears, moving fingers with difficulty, it had to successfully send these things into its stomach before the ice cream melted.

"Tom Riddle?"

Ling Cha is actually very interested in Voldemort. A wizard who is so smart and has been called a genius since he was a child has to go crazy to be cut into seven or eight pieces by himself without any preparation for resurrection, let alone long-term sleep. After a long time of planning, if you are not satisfied with your appearance, you can use N methods. The most stupid one is disfigurement. Is it because of the blood disorder caused by your own soul and Salazar's soul, or is it because of the long-term marriage of descendants that made Voldemort become an idiot?

Soul Pie narrowed his eyes dangerously again, and quickly looked down. This wizard had contact with Dumbledore, and reached a consensus with that old fox in a certain way-although it was incredible and he didn't want to see it-so he could even He knew his own name, since the main soul abandoned that 16-year-old self, it had been a long time since he had heard this dirty Muggle name.

[My lord, I think, that name no longer exists. ]

The snake language deliberately used did not attract the slightest reaction from the other party, and he was still leaning gracefully on the chair and flipping through the book.

Correction, Salazar was reading a book, Ling Cha was the only one who wanted to talk to the Dark Lord.

So Slytherin really doesn't mean anything if he doesn't look up when he speaks...

But a soul movie doesn't know.

Enduring the anger of being ignored for the nth time, I repeatedly told myself to be calm. I was facing an ancestor with an unknown attitude, a black wizard with stronger magic power than the main soul, and expressing emotions would only make me passive——

Soul Piece took a deep breath:

[It seems that Your Excellency is not willing to talk to me, I think Malfoy has proved enough. ]

Patience, the blatant betrayal of the Malfoy family only shows that the situation of the main soul is very bad.

"Not really."

Ling Cha did not deny that he did not intend to talk nonsense with the piece of soul in front of him, because Voldemort divided himself into too many parts, and he might have to repeat everything he said seven or eight times.

Well, where will the piece of soul be put after it is stripped from the ring?

By the way, you can go to the magic item shop in Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the repaired locket back. Although there is no ancestor's bones, the potion made with your own flesh and blood is better. I will use gems again later. Mithril draws the magic circle, and then inserts this piece of soul, in case the return of the soul stone is invalid, at least there is an alternative plan.

Touching his fingers lightly, Ling Cha sneered.

A part of the Dark Lord's soul suddenly had the terrible illusion of being watched by Dumbledore during the night tour of the students, and immediately turned into a black mist and returned to the ring vigilantly.

[Woo...] The little girl is still crying.

Eating while crying...

Ling Cha stretched out his hand and took a long biscuit with black and white spiral patterns. Sarah was looking at the book, but he was studying this chocolate cream bar. How did it make it?Without a grinder, maybe the chocolate syrup and whipped cream can be evenly shaken after being separated by magic?good idea!

Bringing this biscuit to his mouth, he found that there was no next move at all.

"Salazar?"

"En..." Well, at the first bite, I tasted the rich taste of chocolate, but it was too sweet.

"What have you been thinking these days?" Ling Cha was always distracted, no matter how slow he was, he would have noticed it.

"It's nothing." The second sip, the taste of cream, why Muggles like to add spices to milk, it's weird.

"Lie." Enough is enough, even I want to lie.

"thinking of you."

"Us? What do you want to do by yourself?" Very good, this biscuit will definitely be better than the ones bought on the street next time.

"..."

"Salazar? Why are you distracted again?"

"I can figure it out! You must be able to figure it out too!!"

"...You are right, but..." Ling Cha was at a loss, how could he figure it out in such a confused way.

"never mind."

The snow outside began to fall again, and the fire in the fireplace continued to burn. The basilisk leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep again after eating, motionless, and the tomato sauce in the chicken roll was still smeared on its small face.