Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

This time, he didn't dream of anything. When Ling Cha woke up, his mind was blank for a moment. The dream of hearing the curse was still deeply in his memory. He trembled because of the unconscious fright, but the warm arms slowly Holding him by the shoulder, he whispered comfort in his ear.

For thousands of years, everything has disappeared and turned into ashes, and they have no way of knowing what will happen to Mia in the end. Time will erase everything, but they are still here.

Well, Salazar, trust no one.

Well, don't give anyone a chance to understand yourself.

Ling Cha was in a trance, half asleep and half awake, feeling something was wrong, the most obvious feeling was that the touch on his hands and cheeks was wrong—since Aerys stole his pillow in the middle of the night, he always fell asleep easily. Leaning against the bedpost, it was cold against his forehead, not the slightly soft one with warmth, nor the pillow he often used when Salazar was away, nor the quilt that was so soft that it seemed to sink in, it was a bit stuffy Breathless - Hogwarts in mid-September is no longer hot, especially in the cellar, the fireplace will be burning from the end of October, and the curtains on their beds are spelled with constant temperature, let alone let Ling Cha felt stuffy.

Cool, delicate touch with slight undulations.

Ling Cha finally woke up completely this time.

He looked at Salazar who was still asleep in a daze. For a moment, he didn't quite understand how the two of them could sleep together. Salazar's head was on his shoulder, and he was almost stuffy. Died on Salazar's chest.

At the beginning when we were separated into two people, when the long-standing euphoria of the realization of the wish passed, in fact, it was really a long time at a loss.For two people who are used to being together in everything, they will always look at each other unconsciously when eating. Even Ling Cha once scooped up a spoonful of salad and paused for a long time before suddenly realizing that Salazar could eat it by himself. Need to wait for the next action to send it to the mouth.Holding on to the newly delivered "The Development of Potions After the Middle Ages" and reading it for a few days, it suddenly occurred to me that they were two people now, and he was alone in the book, and Salazar hadn't read a single word... and so on. Yes, bathing and combing are not a big problem, but when I go to bed, the problem arises - lying on two beds, I can't fall asleep no matter what.They always have endless things to say, and they used to have nothing to say, but now they feel uneasy if they can't see each other when they are talking.

They don't like to be close to anyone, but the familiar feeling is around, which is unexpectedly good sleep.

Potions, black magic, plus the recent favorite Muggle recipes and snacks, and the Muggle books that Salazar is unwilling to let go, make their lives irregular, so there are not many opportunities for them to really fall asleep together, but they do. When I was alone, I woke up and saw two people lying on the bed, but they were ignorant and never woke up. It was a very strange feeling.

Very familiar, very reassuring, and a little weird that Ling Cha himself didn't quite understand.

For example, now, this weird feeling came up suddenly, and he instinctively shrank back. Ling Cha lifted the quilt and sat up with the lightest movement. The person sleeping next to him only moved slightly. On the pillow, he was still deeply asleep without any sign of waking up.

Although the slightest movement could wake them up suddenly, it was very weird. Ling Cha could never remember when Salazar came back, as if Salazar didn't wake up until he got dressed and walked out of the portrait.

In the office outside, the Potions Professor was staring at a stack of parchment in his hand with the contorted expression that all Hogwarts animals would tremble at the sight of.

The quill wanted to tremble, but Snape could only hold it in his hand and draw ironic words on one piece of parchment after another. Merlin knew how many incisive venoms it had witnessed that made people cry. .

Hearing the sound of the portrait moving, Snape didn't even lift his eyes this time.

After several greetings forced by etiquette this semester have turned into an extremely speechless topic, and the potions professor who has repeatedly used venom to taunt and is still defeated, finally decided to use the method of the previous school year - turn a blind eye, anyway, this is Slytherin The dean's office, not the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, before he got the position he wanted, regardless of whether he was a white wizard or a dark lord, even the founder of Slytherin would not expect Snape to give him any good looks.

Ling Cha, one of the Slytherin dukes who has been one of the Slytherin dukes in the past few decades, has a distorted personality and is not much better. He still thinks the dean's temperament is really interesting, or he has seen distorted ones, but never seen such an awkward one.If he and Salazar express their thoughts so awkwardly... Well, I really don't know how Salazar will react. Their thoughts, habits and judgments are the same, so there is no need to communicate in this way.

So even if he didn't say hello, didn't meet his eyes, and didn't say anything, the Potions Professor didn't lose the battle, but Ling Cha still went out happily.

In the corridor not far from the door, there are a group of small animals dragging their schoolbags or holding something else, walking over at a speed slower than crawling...

"Professor Nix."

The little animals shrank their necks and said hello neatly.

Their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who doesn't take marks or assign papers that are several feet long, will make you repeat a spell over and over until you're fully qualified, and will call anyone out of the blue to answer what he said a few minutes ago What did you say, what did you say in the last class, when you were doing this, those lake-green pupils that were beautiful but all seven grades agreed that they were extremely scary kept staring into your eyes, scarier than dementors (playing Quidditch The student who encountered those broken sacks firmly said).All the small animals in Hogwarts took notes desperately, and when they had no time to memorize, they memorized them in their heads. There are already more than a dozen students from wealthy families who brought sound-controlling crystal balls to class, and the Muggle-born students who got inspiration The little wizard immediately wrote a letter to his home to prepare to mail the recorder. They had to escape the stare of those terrifying eyes in the next class (the basilisk, but the master Nai stole the limelight). It seems that they won't be caught out to be a model...So all the seven grades in the four colleges formed the appearance of standing there obediently when they saw the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, wishing to hide in the ground so as not to attract attention.

"Good evening, Professor, we are here to close the Potions class..." A Hufflepuff girl tried not to let curiosity and excitement appear in her eyes, joking, they saw Professor Nix from Slytherin with his own eyes. From the dean's office.

For the first two weeks of school, they couldn't see the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor anywhere except in class.

Except for the head of Slytherin's office.

Professor Nix's preferences, habits, clothes, and even his tone of voice are all aristocratic, no, according to orthodox terms, he is completely Slytherin (...can it be not thorough), rare Surname, powerful strength (little animals who are habitually horrified by Professor Snape can easily judge the comparison between the professor's magic pressure and strength), profound knowledge, strange way of life (...no one has seen it, no one has seen it. He has appeared in places other than the classroom, which is the fault of the great founder and Hogwarts secret), but no one knows why!It is very problematic in itself and coupled with the status of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Merlin knows that basically all wizards in Europe know that professors in this position are consumables, and few wizards who are mentally exhausted and capable enough are willing to come , Didn't Dumbledore even invite werewolves?Originally, they thought they might be taught by portraits this year, because the desperate headmaster had only one way left. Anyway, there are many portraits of famous wizards in Hogwarts, and one of them a year can at least get mixed up until Dumbledore dies. Never mind that.

No matter how many small animals shrank in the dark, their eyes flickered and they quietly pulled the corners of their clothes to make small movements, Ling Cha finally realized that it was [-] o'clock in the evening, dinner might have just started, and a few students were still grabbing food, obviously ready to eat After he died, he went to "die graciously" (...) into Snape's office.

They don't go out and look at the magic hourglass because their work and rest schedules are disordered, so they don't know the time at all.

Ling Cha nodded expressionlessly as a greeting to the little animals, and turned around the corridor, he was still thinking, why is it evening, how long has he slept?

No, what day of the week is it?

"Good evening, White Knight."

Going up to the third floor, looking at the portrait of a knight riding a horse waving his head, Ling Cha smiled as he did in the portrait before. Under the long black hair, the lake green pupils were deep and cold, making people feel admiration but Do not approach.

The portraits in the surrounding hall gasped in unison, and their voices were ridiculously neat.

"Ah, good evening! Gre... Oh, Your Excellency, Hercules has been depressed since he was not the gatekeeper of Gryffindor. Do you think he is addicted to torturing those children?"

White Knight still has the serious expression no matter who you are, and the severed head in his hand looked left and right mysteriously, then shrugged and pretended to faint: "Ah, why is no one here?" Seeing my existence..."

"Shut up, you're dead!" Knight White ran past the three portraits before stopping in front of Ling Cha.He waved his hand and said, "Can you smell the aroma of black pepper steak in the restaurant below? I still can't eat it or see it, curse Merlin..."

A neat interface for all portraits: "You don't have a plate of steak in your picture frame?"

Of course, that kind of thing cannot exist in the portrait of the knight, but——

White Knight's eyes are shining:

"Gre...Your Excellency, Hercules was drawn by you!"

Ling Cha was a little dazed, and he deeply understood that no matter whether he had memory or not, the thinking lines of living people and portraits absolutely did not overlap: "Even if you draw it, you can't eat it..."

Just like those portraits of grazing animals, the steak on the canvas cannot disappear, so how can it be "eaten"?

"But you can see—"

No, in fact, you just want to make Hercules not proud. What’s so great about Slytherin’s own handwriting, and there is a plate of steak in the so-and-so frame that was also drawn by Slytherin... Hercules, you too Just like a steak...

Ling looked at all the portraits with expectant expressions.

"Steak, I can only cook, not draw."

"..."

"Also, don't bully Hercules..."

"..." The completely defeated portraits.