Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Mrs. Norris happily ran down the corridor, followed by its owner, Hogwarts administrator Filch.At this time, the old Squib looked at his beloved cat playing in the corridor with a rare smile.

Isn’t it so wonderful, he spent most of the year depressed, wandering around the castle violently, yelling at the students almost out of control, standing by the wall in front of the corner of the second floor like an idiot, trying to catch Live with that damned heir.He had nearly lost Mrs. Norris, the best and most important part of his life.

Thanks to Professor Sprout for the Mandrake, thanks to Professor Snape, the petrification has been lifted, and on this lazy afternoon in the sun, especially when all the damned troublemakers are gone, the old castle looks like It was so cute that even his Mrs. Norris was so happy that she rolled and ran all the way, sometimes playing tricks on the passing mice, and sometimes stopping to call softly to the master twice.

Along the way, the portraits also warmly greeted Mrs. Norris and its owner.

The castle was pretty much cleaned up, and the house-elf's job was noticeably easier without the goblins.But the logic of these little creatures was obviously weird, they never wanted to be seen, and hoped that all wizards would pretend that they didn't exist, so it was enough for Filch to mutter a few words seriously when he checked the inside and outside of the castle.

"Meow--"

Mrs. Norris let out a long cry, which made Filch quickly come back to his senses, and when he was about to yell in embarrassment, he suddenly closed his mouth again.

The black figure that appeared at the corner of the corridor was definitely a nightmare for all Hogwarts students.

The robe was tumbling, and he strode across the corridor almost without touching the ground for a moment. During this period, his expression did not change at all when he saw Filch, and he condescendingly glanced at Mrs. Norris who was blocking the way. With a low cry, he shrank to the corridor.

"Professor Snape?"

A slight, almost imperceptible nod was just a gesture.Slytherin's gestures are usually meaningless, just out of courtesy - even if the other person can't see them.

The black robe quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"strangeness……"

Filch muttered softly, with obvious doubts on his dry face.

It has been seven or eight days of vacation, and the professors have already left Hogwarts one after another. Even Principal Dumbledore left the school through the fireplace after greeting him last night. It is said that he was going to Romania to visit a friend who used to study dragons together. Will be back for at least a month.And why did the Potions professor, who should have left school long ago, still stay at Hogwarts?

Fortunately, it wasn't just Filch who found it strange.

The very gossipy portraits who had noticed this a long time ago have already said: "It's quite strange, he passes this corridor three times a day."

"Now there are no students for him to arrest?"

"He just came back from there at midnight last night."

"No Hogwarts professor is as busy as him..."

The portraits continued to gossip, and Filch had already left with Mrs. Norris in his arms. There were too many secrets in this castle. He was a squib and never cared what the professors were doing was the most correct and safest.

Just like those gossip portraits, Snape was indeed very busy, very busy, so busy that he almost forgot what was breakfast and what was dinner, causing the house elves at Hogwarts to hit the wall three times a day. Woz, in his home in Spinner's End, he probably forgot about eating.

That brainless basilisk who has lived for more than 1000 years, is blind and has a hole in his head but can't die, dragged him to Hogwarts alive, and he couldn't leave it. First, the recovery potion, and then the blood Potions, and then sedatives, muscle water, magic power balancers—yes, he likes to configure some potions that have never been recorded, but it is definitely not for a damn magical creature!What's more, these potions that simply stated that they are "special for basilisks" are vastly different from the usual formulas. He needs to know what to do with them, and really take over that damned mindless potion that even the savior could almost send it to see Merlin. Basilisk? !Well, Salazar Slytherin must be a more exploitative character than Old Bee, worthy of his claim to be the greatest of the Big Four.

See what he left behind in the Chamber of Secrets?

A basilisk, a so-called basilisk breeding summary, a potion recipe note, but the damn thing on it is only "for basilisks"... a black magic note, he has no time to read it until now, A few notes on herbalism involving potions, and he has no time to practice...

Last night when he was checking on the recovery of the basilisk's injuries in the secret room, Dumbledore came over with a smile and said a lot of nonsense before announcing that he was going to Romania for vacation and he would leave it to him here.

Leave it to him damn it!

The hand that brewed the potion and swung the wand almost ruined the results of an afternoon because of the excessive range.

The sound of angry footsteps made the stairs groan.

If he wasn't the Potions Master of Hogwarts' worst nightmare, stairs to steps would have twisted and turned into traps for revenge, but for now they'd wisely kept the passages the same.

If you do something that adds fuel to the flames, you will end up like Peeves, who knows no good or evil, and will be set there to float around by a petrifaction, with the garbage basket in his hand intended to play a prank on its head.

The ghosts of Hogwarts gave it a kick when they passed by, even the crying Myrtle was no exception.

The portraits in the hall gossiped one after another, and Peeves' bad luck spread throughout Hogwarts in an instant, and those who were close even ran over to laugh at it.Poor Peeves, it just hid at the corner of the corridor as usual, when it heard a footstep approaching, it immediately rushed over, it thought it was old Squib Filch, who would have thought that the Potions Professor hadn't left the school yet?Even the principal is gone >_< "Green hasn't come for several days."

It hasn't been seen since the first day.

"Green said he would come, has he lost his way?" The portrait of the innocent girl lowered her eyes, and the theme of the painting was almost changed to "the girl in secret love".

That handsome boy with black hair and green eyes was like a dream, no one knew where he came from, and no one knew why he never appeared again.

"Oh, little girl, this is Hogwarts. He is a portrait. Even if he gets lost, he can ask for directions. Even if he can't find his way, he won't starve to death."

"But Green..."

"Enough is enough!" Knight White yelled angrily, riding past more than a dozen portraits, not planning to come back.

The woman holding the baby smiled softly, looking lovingly at the distressed girl.

The stairs from the lobby to the disused women's bathroom on the second floor continued to groan—three times a day, and the Potions Master would never be concentrating on brewing a potion around a dangerous basilisk, even if he thought the basilisk's brains were already dead. In its 1000 years of life, it was consumed or its head was squeezed by a troll. Even the Confusion Charm could be used. Even the Savior could send it to Merlin.

It was still cold in the secret room.

The basilisk lying on the ground heard the sound and slowly raised its head.

The hole in the skull has miraculously healed. Whether it's the magical potion formula left by Salazar, the excellent potion made by Snape, or its own strong vitality, it has recovered very well in the past seven or eight days. , has climbed out of the pool and lay in front of the statue, strolling around a few laps from time to time, of course the exercise should not be too vigorous.

In addition to being invisible to the eyes, it is definitely more enjoyable than living in 1000 years of darkness. At least it has something to eat, right?

Dumbledore told the house-elf to give him a sheep a day, and didn't keep him starving because he hadn't eaten and died for 1000 years.

Hearing the familiar footsteps and the strong smell of potion, the basilisk lowered its head and lay back on the ground again.

Its sense of smell is very keen, and it can even clearly distinguish which kind of potion it smells just a little bit of potion to ordinary people.

Otherwise, do you think it was born to be so obedient and let others pour potions on it?

It's a basilisk, not a guinea pig.

It will only drink if it is sure that it needs it, and it will be boiled to a high level.

A low hoarse growl came from his throat.

It remembered the scent of this wizard, after all, only the master gave it such a good potion.