Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Tiramisu!"

Professor McGonagall uttered this password that he had never heard before, but it must be the name of a Muggle snack. The two monsters jumped away at the same time, and a silver-white head suddenly protruded from the door at the end of the spiral staircase.

Professor Binns, who had been dead for many years, nodded at the head of Gryffindor, and then drew his head back.

At that moment, Minerva McGonagall really wanted to turn her head and go downstairs, but when she thought of a troublemaker who had been stuffed into her college by the Sorting Hat, she walked over in an extremely distorted manner, and pushed open the door.

"Ah, Minerva, here you come!"

Professor McGonagall quickly glanced around the office—Professor Binns, who was floating, and the four deans including himself, just missed the most important people at the moment.

"Albus, I have to ask..."

"Would you like a piece, although this is a Muggle dessert..." Dumbledore pushed the plate on his table, concentrating on the layers of delicate patterns on the dessert, each layer is a different color , exudes a rich aroma of chocolate and wine.

"Where's our 'Professor Nyx'?" Professor McGonagall couldn't have any lofty respect for the Duke of Slytherin who suddenly appeared, well, those two, she was of an orthodox background after all Gryffindor, in a sense, is firmly on the opposite side of the dark wizard.

"Of course I'm in class." Dumbledore raised his blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses in astonishment, and said with a smile, "Look at you, don't be so nervous, the children won't take these things seriously!"

"Should I agree and affirm that that goddamn basilisk that can't think of anything else but eat all day long, is it really a Gryffindor who would not talk about its brain being completely occupied by slugs?" Snape Sitting there, his face was as black as his cauldron, "Only a little troll who is of the same kind as it would take that sentence as a joke!"

The History of Magic class happened to be attended by Slytherin students.

Just wait, the whole Slytherin house will know before dinner time.

"Oh, Severus, you are too nervous. The students don't know anything. Unlike the professors, they don't think about it at all. In fact, they can take it as an unsuccessful joke." Dumbley Blink more, but this time even Professor McGonagall couldn't agree with him.

"Albus, if it's just a Gryffindor student, as you said, not many people will take it seriously, but don't forget, this student happens to have a relationship with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor The same surname! These days, they have been the subject of speculation among the students, and news about Hogwarts will always be heard by the parents of the students!"

"Ah, yes, yes, it's really troublesome, but Hogwarts is very old, it will judge a person's real name to accommodate, and Aerys must be named Nyx in order to come to class as a student. Or Slytherin, I don't think I made a mistake in my choice..."

"No!" Professor Flitwick stood on the chair and waved his arms excitedly: "Nyx's surname can hardly be found in all books, but it cannot be said that it is absolutely absent, Headmaster! This is a big Loophole, once exposed, all disguises are bubbles in the sun! You see, I know, Professor Binns knows, so there must be a few parents who know—oh, thanks, Pomona!"

Professor Pomona Sprout put down the hand of Professor Charms who almost fell off the chair because she was too excited, and her round face, which was always gentle and smiling, was full of distress: "Albus, everyone in the castle Does the portrait know about Professor Nix?"

"Ah, that's right. I said it last year." Dumbledore nodded, looking at his expression as if he wanted to continue studying the snacks on the plate, "They just got to know the ones in the portrait, so..."

"So the ghosts of the portraits and even the house-elves throughout the castle know about it, but the students don't?"

"I assume you forgot a few people, Professor McGonagall." Snape twitched his lips sarcastically, "The Boy Who Lived, and his friends."

All the professors, including Snape, were actually frightened by the content of the little basilisk girl's words, so they didn't think about it carefully at all. Dumbledore didn't make the slightest attempt to cover up the Duke of Slytherin The matter of identity, or from a certain aspect, the white wizard just wants everyone to understand this truth.

But the things in the world are so strange, the truth that others say will never be believed, and the things I guessed will definitely convince everyone.

Dumbledore couldn't say it, in fact, he could only be labeled as "too old, mentally deranged and confused" and was suggested by countless people to go to St. Mungo. His attitude in Grindelwald was unclear, and Voldemort did not give up. When lurking in the dark, he can only measure everything with the best interests.

"Aerys has already said what he said, and any cover-up now will only arouse others' doubts. Don't pay attention to those speculations..." Dumbledore smiled and watched the professors leave with ugly expressions, and did not forget to add Last sentence: "I really don't want to try this kind of dessert. Although it's a Muggle thing, it's really good. According to the house elf, Professor Nix has been making this in the kitchen in the middle of the night these days..."

The four deans who had already walked out staggered, and Professor Flitwick almost fell down the stairs.

After the door was closed, Dumbledore kept smiling and looked at the translucent ghost: "Professor Binns, is there anything else, I'm sorry I can't treat you to a snack."

I have been dead for many years, and I don’t care who the current principal is and who his colleagues are, and he doesn’t even pay attention to who the students are (that’s why he never calls the wrong students by their names). Finally, he finally spoke in a dry, flat voice that made people want to sleep: "The founder of Gryffindor left something behind."

It's not a question, but a statement. Dumbledore smiled without surprise: "Ah, you know, yes, secrets will never be revealed. For ghosts, they can always hear something."

"I don't know!" Professor Binns said floatingly, "Only the headmaster can see... But the history and dusty old books will tell me something, Lord Godric Gryffindor believes all his friends, the headmaster .”

"Heh." Dumbledore touched his glasses amusedly, "Professor Binns, I think I know for sure which college you were in when you were alive."

This has always been one of the great mysteries of Hogwarts.

"...as long as the family has portraits or books old enough, someone will always know. No matter what you think... the real Duke of Slytherin is more terrible than the legends. He killed his own..."

"Killed his own mother, burned down the Slytherin Castle, which has been passed down for at least hundreds of years, and killed all his blood relatives and even his own wife, leaving only his own daughter. Professor Binns, you Are you trying to tell me this? Ah, when I was young, I liked to read books that others didn’t read, because there were often truths in them, and I still have this habit over the years.” Dumbledore smiled as usual behind the desk Look at the ghost in front of you.

Professor Binns showed no expression, and disappeared through the wall.

"Albus!" The principals on the wall held back in the photo frame for a long time, and finally they could speak: "Do you think the basilisk knows who the blurry shadow in the crystal ball is?"

"If it knew, it would have swallowed that guy in one gulp."

"It's very bad. The founder was murdered in this castle. I have a hunch. If there is the truth, we must not let us know." A headmaster with a talent for prophecy was stroking his beard in his portrait long ago.

"Iris? Oh, she doesn't know, she will tell if she knows, but the Duke of Slytherin won't say it!"

Dumbledore opened the drawer, took out the blank picture frame, and stared at it for a long time, as if looking at the Mirror of Erised.

Aerys didn't even need to raise his head to feel the terrifying gaze.

Get behind everyone.

Huh, she was wrong, but she really didn't expect it to be written like this in the book.

He worked hard and shrank back, which master is it?She really can't tell the difference when she doesn't dare to look up...

"A long time ago, wizards only used three ways to divide their strength. Wizards who had to recite spells to cast magic, wizards who used gestures to draw powerful runes or did not need runes to gather magic power at all, or even just stared at the target of the spell You can cast magic without making a sound. Don’t think that the stories you read are just stories. Merlin is a wizard who uses gestures to cast spells. Because he can use spells without making any sound, he is awed by Muggles. The invention of the wand is only With only 2000 years of history, your own will is more important than the wand in your hands! The most powerful wizard, even Merlin, can only use magic with will! When you recite the spell, you must not only be clear and accurate , your minds must be firm, without the slightest hesitation..."

—Delicate and elegant turquoise brooch.

It's over, and I ran into the master who was very strict on weekdays.

The little girl Aerys held her wand together with all the little animals whether she wanted to cry or not.

"...raise your arms and look straight ahead. Remember every word I just said! Defense Against the Dark Arts is to save your own life. When you are in danger, don't think that there will be Aurors or Others, except yourself, there is no one who can just save you! Will, action, spell, you can go directly to see Merlin if you lack one!"

Woohoo, she won't be going to see Merlin, but her supper tonight is definitely gone.

"Iris Nyx!"

"what?"

"I hope your mind isn't on dinner..."

She didn't, she really didn't think about it, woo woo.

"I can't even attend my class, confinement, this week begins!"

Don't... How can I live a life when I watch my master eat but I don't have it.