Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Snapped."

Together with the sound of the syrup bottle being smashed, the house elves in the kitchen slammed into the wall together: "Bad elves, bad elves who can't help the Duke!"

The messy bottles on the table were scattered into a ball, and several elves were shaking with the cake that was about to be put into the oven. Ling Cha lost his mind and dropped a spoon on the ground.

All the house-elves wailed at once, wondering what they thought they were grieving over and breaking.

After two hours of tossing and failing to make a single edible thing, for Slytherin, it was extremely abnormal, but Ling Cha still had no intention of leaving, and the house elf in the kitchen howled until his voice became hoarse trended.

Salazar may have woken up...

Realizing this, Ling Cha was distracted again and almost threw the bacon into the milk.

Why did they turn into 15-year-olds? When they separated, no one would have thought that such a secret emotion would be at work... The magic spell is complete and powerful, and the potion will not have the slightest error. In fact, there is no accident, it’s just their subconscious My hope creates everything, I don't like my 15-year-old self, but long for my 15-year-old counterpart.He and Salazar were one person, and when their wishes were exactly the same, they were naturally mistaken for the wizard's own wishes by the curse, and they had to be resurrected with this youthful appearance.

It is not unbelievable panic and fear, nor is it the rejection of firm denial, nor is there any sudden joy.

Only shocked.

Just shocked.

People are always biased towards themselves, whether it is emotionally or psychologically, Ling Cha vaguely thought about the burned castle in the mist of boiling milk, repeated the diary every day, and learned that there are other consciousnesses in this body From the panic at the beginning to the expectation later, to live... Even if I don't care about life and death, this body still belongs to an ignorant child. Even if the mother wants to strangle him and the father is dead, Salazar Slytherin is the two of them. Personally, no matter what happens in the future, they will never be separated, and there is no way to leave each other.

What the Mirror of Erised reflects is not the truth, but the most sincere desire in the heart.

What exactly this longing will turn into, Ling Cha has no idea.

I only think about the other party, I only want to look at the other party, and there is only the other party in my life. If it is changed to another situation, it can undoubtedly be said that some kind of emotion that is not based on reason has completely exploded, but if this other party, In fact, it’s also me—no one hates me.

Longing for my 15-year-old self, do I hope that everything can be erased? Yes, if there is such a chance, I will never leave Mia again this time. They will raise her just like Rowena loves Helena Teach her, or tell another self from the beginning, not to desire any relationship that breaks the loneliness, whether it is a friend or a daughter.Trust no one and give no one a chance to know yourself, because without hope you will never suffer from despair.

But what if this longing means something else?

Just like the heart palpitations he suddenly felt in front of the Mirror of Erised, when he thought of Salazar, he stood up from the ashes of the burning potion when he was resurrected. The boy's face and slightly thin body, from fingertips to soles of feet , almost every place he can recall without the slightest hindrance, because that is himself at all, who would not be familiar with himself?

"Boom!"

A silver saucer ended with great honor its tragic involuntary magical ravages by the Duke of Slytherin.

"Bad elves, bad elves who can't help the Duke!"

The house elf who jumped up and hung his ears on the ceiling chandelier just let out a shrill cry, and the kitchen door opened without warning.

"Good evening, hi..."

"It's the fragrance of blueberry cake, we..."

The Gryffindor twins froze at the same time, staring blankly at the chaos in the kitchen. A few drops of the cream soup that flew to the ceiling happened to hit their fiery red hair. The two looked at each other at the same time, Then there was a tacit understanding, one from the left, and the other from the right to explore all the things that "seem to be edible but not dead".

"I'm so hungry, we were caught and trained by Professor McGonagall all afternoon."

"Missed dinner because of a couple of biting Frisbees..."

"Obviously they don't know how to use it!"

"Yes, how could it be our fault."

"The next time you sell something, you should include instructions for use."

"Good idea, George!"

The Weasley twins rendezvoused in the middle of the kitchen with nothing to show for their so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was so distracted to add salt to the salad, with the sincere smiles typical of selling "prank trinkets".

"Good evening, Professor Nix."

"Merlin, what a coincidence!"

Ling Cha raised his eyes silently, and found that the expressions of the twins were exactly the same as when he was in the portrait, these two loved to pretend to pass by the portrait of Hercules to peek at him over and over again.

George and Fred snatched the half-baked cake from the house-elf respectively, and picked it up on the table full of fruits and vegetables with the secretive attitude they thought was "cautious", but in fact anyone who saw it would be ashamed. Asked in a low voice: "Professor, we overheard the conversation between Harry and little Ron."

"Aerys is a basilisk, right?"

The twins blink mysteriously, learned from a white wizard.

"Now, Professor, why are you teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yes, why not teach potions? "Hogwarts, A School History" says you are a master of potions."

—Before that, Slytherins were Dark wizards first.

These two Weasley kids were far from being able to talk to Slytherin at the level of deceit.

"If you teach potions, Professor Snape can get his coveted position." "And he'll be out of here in another year~!"

——This is your wish.

The twins looked at the cake in their hands regretfully and had to put it back in the oven.

"George, I think this is the principal's idea... Hey, are these unbaked bread?" Fred reached out and stuffed them all together.

"I think so, even the broom at Hogwarts knows how much he spends every year trying to find the right professor, no, the professor who is willing to teach this class... Fred, don't you think these strawberry jams Is it a good idea to spread it on bread and bake it?"

The twins frantically picked up the bread and reprocessed it.

"The curse of the mysterious man is indeed terrifying."

"But I don't think you'll mind Professor...that's butter, Fred!"

"I didn't put it in my mouth, George! Of course, Professor, I mean, you told us that curses and prophecies are inherited talents of blood, such as our Professor Trelawney who talks about disasters all day long, just It is said that she has a 'celestial eye' and can see curses and the future... Ah, the bread is ready!"

The two hurriedly picked up the hot bread, climbed out of the kitchen door, and did not forget to turn their heads to say good night to Ling Cha, who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end. These two have obviously taken night excursions as a routine, whether this is a curfew or not. It is even more confident, as if the kitchen is a library.

Trelawney's surname should be a descendant of the Acaron family with the prophesied blood.

All the extant prophecies with extremely high accuracy come from the bloodline of Akalon, which first came from the gathering place of elves in the Merlin era, named the owner of the holy lake of Akalon.

Maybe Salazar will be a little bit more vigilant, for the woman who has long known that the woman who lives in the high tower dressed like a glowing dragonfly is just a bum, and the real prophecy will suddenly appear from time to time like going crazy However, she herself didn't have any memory, how could Ling Cha pay attention to this divination professor who once prophesied the famous savior and the Dark Lord.

Bloodline is like this, no matter how many years of changes and mixing, no matter how weak the magic power of the descendants is, as long as the mind exists, this power will slowly seep out, even if it is very weak, if it is ignored, it will be an unexpected disaster—— The last descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family, don't even know that they have Nyx blood, but the story in people's eyes is such a coincidence that Merope, who was enslaved by his father and younger brother, fell in love with the Muggles in the village. After her father Marvolo and her younger brother Morfin were captured by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban for attacking Muggles, Marvolo died there. It was a few years after Morfin was released from prison. The young Merope was alone Staying at home, no one restrained or scolded her, and even successfully eloped with Riddle with a love potion and never came back.So even Dumbledore sighed that Merope, who was almost a squib, showed far less power in love than the girl who cowered at home and dared not make a sound. It is impossible to afford high-level potions.

Ling Cha smiled silently and coldly.

Merope used the power of her bloodline without her being aware of it. She cursed her father and younger brother, who enslaved and beat her, and knew that with them around for a day, she would not be able to take a second look at her sweetheart. Opportunities, she yearns for freedom like crazy, she can find opportunities only when her father and younger brother are not around, but how could they not be by her side, not at home... Marvolo and Morfin, who are too arrogant and arrogant, did not take that numbness away. In my eyes, there is no pure thought and stubborn resentment to curse a person. They actually don't know that the power that can really change their embarrassing life has abandoned them.

Nyx, the goddess of the night, not only has terrible curses in her ancient blood, but also prophecies.

Their names, their mother's madness, are all because of the prophecy given by the family.

Mrs. Leto did not have this talent, nor did they. Salazar even believed that there was another self, but Ling Cha knew it all too well. What he saw after a thousand years was nothing but a story, and he could neither tell Dumbledore will definitely die in the end, and it cannot be said that Voldemort will die in Harry's hands in the end.

Because Salazar Slytherin is still alive in this world.