Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Salazar."

"kindness?"

"Once again, I affirm that I hate children."

"You don't need to confirm this, I know it very well."

"You said, why do we hate children?"

"Because they often don't know what they're doing."

"Well said, I think I suddenly understand why I didn't like Godric in the first place."

"...You regret signing the letter of appointment from Dumbledore."

Salazar was not lying on the bed. He was sitting at the table flipping through a book whose cover seemed to be published by Muggles. While casually using magic power to ignite all the candles floating on the wall, the room was suddenly half bright and half darkened. In the warm light of the object's shadow.

"You don't persuade me either."

"It doesn't make any difference, even if you think about it, we'll still come..." Salazar's fingers flipped the book slightly, and the pages made an overwhelmed noise, and he suddenly regained consciousness and relaxed his fingers, "I'm as disappointed as you, These wizards don't know what 'danger' is at all, so their children don't know what 'danger' is. In thinking, in behavior, and even when preparing to attack, there is no state of caution... This is not how we live It's a cruel thing to realize in the ages. 'Don't impose your hopes on others', the more you do, the only ones who are disappointed."

"Just like Mia."

The dim light blurred the shadows of the two people at the table who fell on the ground.

"But we always make the same mistake, Iris... She worked so hard to learn the pronunciation of English, maybe she didn't want to have more friends, let her come here to learn things that are useless to her, she... ..."

"Aerys will never leave us."

"I know, so let her live for herself first. We can't let her leave this castle, and let her live free as a basilisk in places like the Forbidden Forest or the Dark Swamp. It's our negligence that has kept her alive." She, without us, she will still hunt and hibernate and molt, but she doesn't know how to survive."

In fact, there is no soul contract, and the crowing of a rooster is the death date of the basilisk.

Iris didn't even know that those grilled chickens that she often drools were her natural enemies.

Snakes are used to sleeping and eating in the wet and dark underground. Even magical creatures don't like to approach people. In her long life, Aerys has actually never come into contact with a few people. In her eyes, everything is divided very simply— - What can and cannot be eaten.And her preferences are even simpler, master's potions, master's cakes.

The basilisk is the most powerful magical creature among snakes. She is also a cold-blooded animal, but she is extremely greedy for the warmth of her master's hands. She is very lazy, like snakes. When she is full, she will lie in the sun without moving.It took her a long time to become an Animagus-like form before she was an adult, because the growth period of the basilisk is as terrifying as the appetite. When she was born, she was so thin that it was not as long as a spoon. In the end, she has grown to the thickness of chopsticks. In two months, her arms will be as long as her arms, and in half a year, she will be two meters thick... Her huge body cannot be entangled with her master, she must look like a human being.

It's okay for the basilisk to eat a full meal and stop eating for a year. The key problem is that she can't eat enough all the time.

But apart from hibernating and molting, the little girl also doesn't want to be full, her stomach will always have room for delicious food.

The master asked Iris to come to school, and of course Iris must study hard.

But she's a snake, so what's the point of learning the spell?Magical creatures are not enchanted.

The golden-red lounge looks so warm, and the bed is soft, but it doesn’t smell like the owner—it’s decided to go on a night tour tonight, steal one of the owner’s pillows, and sleep on it at night, it must be very comfortable .The owner won't be offended because now they have two pillows and she takes one and they have one left!

The dormitory is not dark, which is good. In fact, she has always wanted to swim from the corridor to the observatory to bask in the sun during the day.

The dormitory is not humid, it’s not good, her scales will be dry, the girl sleeping on the bed on her left is from the Muggle world, and before going to bed last night, she put a fragrant white thing that is said to be very expensive on her face Almost made Iris think it was for food, the girl laughed and wiped it on her face, Iris hid in the tent and wiped it off with her hands and licked it, bah, it’s not delicious, but her face is very comfortable—it’s decided , asked the master to buy it for her too.

"Attention Gryffindor freshmen, the timetable for the first grade is here, follow the prefect, don't go to the wrong classroom."

Yes, yes, this is very important. Although Aerys has lived in this castle for 1000 years, she has always walked through secret paths. She knows that there are more than a dozen of them. There were dozens of different routes to the cellar that she could take while remaining the way she was now, but she just didn't know of a way that would get her to the classroom.

Speaking of classrooms, different classes are still in different classrooms, which is really troublesome.

It was her current dean who came to distribute the class schedule at breakfast—I often saw her when I was walking around the castle at midnight with the white-bearded principal last year. She is a professor who likes to turn into a cat to patrol at night. Not tasty.

"Herbology and Transfiguration class in the morning?"

"That's funny, I heard the plants dance and throw tantrums."

Her classmate finished everything she had to say, which was great, she still didn't speak English very well.

Iris ate in silence. The fruit was very fresh, but the table was full of bread and only fruit salad.

"Is this the breakfast at Hogwarts?"

Absolutely not, even if she hadn't sat at the table to eat, she would have seen it. The master must have gone to the kitchen last night. The Hogwarts house-elf had the same reaction whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later.

"I can't eat the fruit when I see it..." Great, give it to her.

"I decided to wait until noon to eat better." She would not miss it at noon.

"The bread is too ordinary, so dry, juice!" So she didn't eat it.

"Ah-"

What's the matter, what's the matter with everyone?Aerys looked bewildered at the students around him who opened their mouths and screamed.

"We are here to make a grand announcement..."

"...Gryffindor has a new student council president!"

A pair of red hair came close to the little girl's nose.

"George! Fred!"

"Oh, Percy, stop putting on airs that you've grown up with!"

"Really, this is the 'Chairman', the most important position! We declare that this table belongs to this lovely lady alone."

It was a table where she almost ate a third of the food... It was one of the two long Gryffindor tables, which meant that there was no food left for the first year.

Breakfast was almost turned into a visit to magical creatures class.

"What are you looking at, I haven't seen other people eating!" The girls immediately jumped up to defend the "shy roommate who doesn't like to talk", "Iris still eats and doesn't get fat, I'm so envious of you!"

No, she ate fat, and she was fat.But the master never said he didn't want her, so it shouldn't matter if she is a little fatter, right?

The big pale yellow eyes looked around, and met the principal with the white beard who was smiling and looking at this side.

The little girl who automatically thought of candy when she saw Dumbledore immediately gave a sweet smile, and the headmaster laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.Please ignore the professors who are trying to ignore the Gryffindor anomaly while still having some stiff aftereffects on the same table.

Herbalism is boring.

The little girl will not eat those grass leaves and mushrooms, they are too dirty, they are all mud and some will scream.Well, this is the mandrake that can relieve the petrified state of her eyes?Heard that the call of a mature mandrake can be fatal?It's not elegant, but she sees with her eyes, what kind of class is that thing screaming and waving its hands and feet to call it a dead wizard?Write it down, write it down, have a chance to change back to your original form and stare at the mandrake pulled out of the pot to see if it screams or dies, huh.

Wash off the mud on her hands, the water is so comfortable, the black lake in the sun looks so comfortable that she wants to plunge into it.

What is the master doing?The master didn't even come to see her, Aerys was hungry.

Transfiguration.

"Transfiguration is one of the most complicated and dangerous spells you will learn at Hogwarts." The professor who likes to turn into a cat turned a table into a pig and turned it back .

Aerys, who was lying on the table, immediately had bright eyes.

Such a white, tender piglet.

This magic is good, she wants to learn it!

"Now everyone is given a match, and we have to learn how to turn it into a needle."

This, this is too boring.

Aerys held her own wand—willow and her own scales, yet another bizarre wand with replaceable cores, by Ollivander—and since she was in the Animagus-like state of a magical creature, Just like the wizard Animagus can't use spells, she can't use her own magic power at all, and she can't defend against any spells, but there is a beautiful magic ornament hanging around her neck, which is only used to block "velociraptor" of magic.So she uses her own scales, the wand can use less powerful magic, and the scales of the basilisk contain magic in themselves.

But what is this piece of wood called a "match" and that little metal strip called a "needle" for?

A wizard doesn't use matches, and needles are something that don't appear in her master's life.

So Aerys had been observing this for a class, in the same classroom, where only the two first-year Slytherins made the matches shine.

For lunch, that's great, she just loves the restaurant.

"Ten Galleons! All the money we won at the Quidditch World Cup!"

"There is absolutely no one in Hogwarts who can match Miss Nix! Who dares to call?"

It's very lively, but the table is still full of fruit meals. This time there are several kinds of delicious-looking bread. It seems that the Hogwarts house elves have been working hard. Even if they can't meet the master's standard, it doesn't matter. She is not too picky.

Afternoon, potions.

"Please be quiet and make it through this class!" After lunch, the Gryffindor seniors came over one by one to "see them off"?

Reminiscence, the wizard who came over and poured potions on her when she was lying injured and unable to move in the secret room?She is a very good person, as good as the white-bearded headmaster who gave her candy. Iris likes the smell of potions on him, and she doesn't need a wand in potions class. It's great. Her scales are also very precious, although there are many , and one piece can be used for a month, but she has to go to school for seven years!

The black robe rolled, and when she strode into the classroom, all the students around her stiffened their necks.

Take a deep breath, potions, her favorite.

Well, it's the same tone as her master spoke when she was upset!However, it is obviously sharper, more distorted, and the effect is more terrifying. The girl in her dormitory is about to cry. Write it down, write it all down and show it to the master. How can her master be inferior to others?

"Miss Iris Nix! I'm assuming that you haven't completely deformed, your fingers are twitching and your brain is filled with your own saliva, so you're distracted and writing on parchment while I'm lecturing?!"

All Gryffindor critters gasp, so vicious!Transformed completely?It's more terrifying than the cursed mountain monster!

"S... Gryffindor deducted 3 points!" The Potions Professor was distorted at that moment.

The little girl is very calm, it doesn't matter, the deductions are Gryffindor points, the master will not be angry.