Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Ling Cha leaned on the bed and flipped through the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. Except for Lockhart, almost every professor did not change "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide". In fact, he just woke up not long after washing from the bathroom. He lay back on the bed again, there was no way, this soft bed was very much to his liking.

The exquisite and non-luxury furniture that I personally picked out from Knockturn Alley the day before school started were neatly placed in the room. They were as restrained and luxurious as the furnishings placed here thousands of years ago. The decorations are not the same.On a 200-year-old rosewood small round table, a magic hourglass finely carved with crystal and sapphire just fell one-third of the way down, showing that the current time is around 11:30 in the morning, mixed with silver silk sphinx Most of the translucent curtains made of hair hang down on the four-story enamelled chestnut wood shelf beside the bed, and the gold locket is randomly placed on it, and the runes re-inlaid with fine emeralds on the outside of the locket flicker from time to time Under a strange light, the coiled snake's eyes will open slightly until the runes dim again and then close again.

——A certain dark lord who was locked inside was about to go crazy.

He had realized something was wrong since he saw the so-called savior Harry Potter last night, and he met Merlin again at the kitchen door in the middle of the night!There was actually a small piece of soul on the forehead of the savior!The main soul is crazy?Use living things to make Horcruxes?No, that piece of soul is so small that it is impossible to even produce autonomous consciousness. If he can break away from this locket and attack Harry Potter, with the help of the piece of soul that has lived with the savior for more than ten years, he will get it very easily. A body, even though it is still a child, is not something to choose in terms of the current situation.

But this premise fails, because he can't get out of the locket at all.

The portrait moved away soundlessly, and before Salazar came in, a strong aroma of charcoal-grilled steak permeated the entire room.

Ling Cha dropped the book in his hand, and opened his eyes to Salazar half asleep, "How is Iris?"

"She has eaten in moderation, but she still stunned the students at the same table." Salazar conveniently placed the silver plate of steak poured with black pepper sauce on the table where the mithril cauldron was placed.

"...She didn't stare at you?"

"I didn't go to the hall. McGonagall told me about Aerys, and I'm very sorry..." Salazar leaned on the chair and flipped through the book that Lingcha had just dropped, and said casually: "The next door is Lavin Crow's table, they guessed that Aerys was of dragon blood..."

"..."

"The group of Gryffindor children who generally lack a few nerves already worship Aerys. According to the portrait, there is also a pair of Weasley twins who made a bet. Hogwarts is not comparable in appetite." Anyone who wins Aerys, they promise to give Aerys sweets to eat with half of the coins they win."

Ling Cha looked helplessly at the expressionless Salazar, and put his hand on his forehead: "Salazar, Aerys is a girl."

Salazar raised his head from the book, staring at Lingcha who was leaning lazily on a pile of pillows with lake-green pupils, the neckline of his nightgown was not drawn up, the appearance of a boy, the two delicate and distinct collarbones on his fair skin Exposed outside, after narrowing her eyes slightly, Salazar continued in a casual tone: "I thought, when she was assigned to Gryffindor, you should have this awareness."

"I'm still a little surprised, why is it—" Ling Cha stopped, and then said in a strange tone, "Is it because of the way she eats? She doesn't care about anything except us? I'm going to the principal's office to find that hat and ask it, it's interesting...Salazar, what are you looking at me like that for?"

"From seven o'clock last night to now, I haven't closed my eyes."

"...I asked you to sleep last night, but you said you were not sleepy."

"I'm sleepy at five o'clock in the morning today, but it's impossible for you to get up and go to the first class." Salazar said expressionlessly, and opened the tall wardrobe decorated with complicated vine patterns and took out a suit with Ling Ling. I checked the same nightgown and walked into the bathroom: "Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classes for the third and sixth grades in the afternoon."

Ling Cha, who was changing clothes, froze:

"Seventh grade?"

Only Salazar could understand this kind of nonsense, and the voice was caught in the faint sound of water: "The seventh grade is Hufflepuff and Gryffindor."

"Salazar..."

"You regret not getting up early." Not a question, but a statement.

"..."

"When I bring dinner back, I'll bring back the muggle pastry you made yesterday. When I wake up, I'll owl the Muggle recipes and come back. By the way, what's the name of that pastry?"

"I've already gone out, and I didn't hear what you said."

Ling Cha picked up the locket, glanced at the steaming steak on the table, and took it out.

Outside the door, no, outside the portrait is the office of Head Slytherin. Now this equally troubled office is the same as last semester, divided into two sides from it, with dark tables, chairs and sofas, and layers of brightly colored and incomparably beautiful potions On the other side of the bottle, apart from the portrait, the low-key luxury and elegant decorations similar to those in the dormitory are re-arranged, from the carpet as small as the glass holder of the quill pen, all seem to be exquisite and expensive works of art.

Six kinds of silver knives and forks, Ling Cha began to sigh as soon as he cut the first cut.

——It’s better than three days ago, it’s over, I can’t compare.

So because there was no class in the morning, Snape just came out of his dormitory after a long morning of potion, smelling like potion all over his body, and his hair was so greasy that even mosquitoes couldn't stand, what Snape saw was that he had to acquiesce in this room. The other one whose ownership of the office is officially split, well, one of the two eats lunch with a more elegant and intricate cut than Lucius (?), the cellar does not see the sun, but it is undoubtedly very Knowing that it was almost twelve o'clock, the Potions Professor had a froze face: "I thought the Duke of Slytherin would not have the habit of eating in the office."

Eating in the office is not the point, the point is that the office does not belong to one person.

Ling Cha put down the knife and fork, tapped lightly on the edge of the silver plate, and all the cutlery on the table disappeared immediately.Dining in front of unfamiliar people is a very rude thing in the eyes of nobles.And Ling Cha followed this habit only because he was always cautious thousands of years ago, so he didn't mind eating at a Muggle restaurant at all, because there was absolutely no danger in that, and there was no object of equal respect.

"I think you agree that the bathroom can't be used by two people at the same time, just like you can't sit and have breakfast while someone else is sleeping. Good morning, Professor Snape."

The Potions Professor had a distorted expression - he was always easy to forget, the point was that the Duke of Slytherin was not alone.

Damn Merlin, he didn't, absolutely didn't think much about the Duke of Slytherin going to class separately to reduce the torture of the professor's nerves by those little trolls.

"Two red-haired Weasley brats have such a nasty penchant for weeds!"

"Well, it's a pity that Dumbledore only signed a salary." Ling Cha smiled and saw Snape's darker face.

"If my memory is correct, those three have already gone to see Merlin, and the entire Hogwarts belongs to Your Excellency!"

"The problem is that I don't pay the principal Jin Galleon."

Thinking that the four founders have all died for 1000 years, no matter how much wealth they left behind, it would have been used up long ago. The annual professor's salary, plus the daily expenses for maintaining the school's operation every year, and relief for orphans or poor wizards, All this money comes from the British family that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, the so-called directors of Hogwarts, who donated a part of their properties to Hogwarts thousands of years ago. , all belong to Hogwarts, and cannot be used for any non-school reasons, and these families who have contributed to the industry cannot even use a Nat in the long years to come, and even if they themselves go bankrupt, there are other nobles vying to use it. Buying this piece at a high price is actually not worth anything, only the famous magical contract with Hogwarts.

So a strange thing happened like this. Hogwarts Castle belongs to Salazar Slytherin, but the headmaster of Hogwarts did not get the money from the Duke of Slytherin, but the other way around because of the employment contract. Pay Galleons.The magical world is really amazing...

There was a suspicious twitch at the corner of the potions professor's mouth, who started the truth.

So Ling finally got in a better mood and checked out the door. About an hour after the lunch time, all the small animals will enter the classroom one after another to prepare for class. Even if the third-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are giant monsters, it is impossible. Lost was late, on the contrary Ling Cha didn't know where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was.Well, thousands of years ago, both he and Salazar taught students in the cellar.

"Snapped!"

The moment the strong light from the end of the corridor flashed, a stiff body fell to the ground.

Ling Cha silently looked at the boy in Gryffindor school uniform lying on the ground.

The one on the ground, the camera?No, it seems to be the magical one, which looks like something from a Muggle museum.

The fingers under the robe moved slightly.

"what--"

The boy who released the binding spell excitedly got up from the ground holding the magic camera, his eyes sparkled: "What a powerful spell! Hello, hello, I'm Colin Creevey, a third-year Gryffindor student, Ni Professor Kex, you are amazing, can I take a picture of you? Yes, yes... I think you are much better than my first-year Professor Lockhart! Really."

Colin Creevey nodded desperately incoherently:

"You are more powerful than Professor Lockhart and won the Order of Merlin and Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award!"