Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Look, how ironic is the Daily Prophet? Two young contestants at Hogwarts apparently found inspiration in their rivals, the most absurd Triwizard Tournament ever played! Has Veela blood Miss Delacour didn't use a bewitching spell, and the best Seeker in the Quidditch World Cup didn't use a broom! What an eloquent comment, you're the same breed as that messiah with a brain full of slugs!"

Snape sat in his office, spraying venom on the basilisk that slid in with a dragon egg: "I'm assuming that the dragon was scared away by you, not by your control who didn't use Parseltongue. Huo Zhiyin is dizzy, do you know where that dragon flew to?"

The basilisk shook its big head immediately.

"It plunged into the Channel of England, bloody fool, a dragon into the sea! It was also seen by three Muggle warships, and now the whole Ministry of Magic is busy, and Fudge ran to explain to the Muggle Prime Minister. You I want to prove that the Sorting Hat is absolutely correct, are you, a basilisk raised by Slytherin, really a stupid lion?"

[…Wow--]

Very good, Professor Nai's poisonous tongue level has been successfully upgraded again, you called a basilisk to tears~~

Even if the Potions professor couldn't understand the language of snakes, he saw the drops of water constantly rolling down from the huge head: "Iris Nyx! If you dare to flood my office for the fourth time, all African students in the next semester will I leave the snakes to you to skin and deal with the heart!"

Bullying the snake, this is bullying the snake... The little girl returned to her original form, sobbing and crawling into the back of the portrait holding the dragon egg.

[Owner--]

"Boom!"

The little girl stood there, staring blankly at the two masters who suddenly separated as if under an attack spell, as well as the glass vessel and potion bottle that were swept down to the ground by mistake, uh, it's been a bit strange recently, she The owners of the house are always close together, but avoid looking at each other. When they sat together a few days ago, they always kept holding hands, and just now, what was that for?

Aerys didn't even want the dragon's egg, and threw herself at it with open arms.

[Owner. ]

She looked up curiously at Salazar who had a weird expression, and at the corners of her lips that were pale but now flushed. Without saying a word, she climbed onto Salazar, stretched her head over and licked it.

[Iris? ! ]

It didn't taste like anything, the little girl was very surprised, and she leaned over to take a look again.Then he accused with tears in his eyes: [Woo, the master doesn't like Iris anymore, the master has delicious food but doesn't give it to Iris! ]

[...]

Looking at the dragon eggs rolling on the carpet, Ling Cha, who was already in an awkward and weird mood, remembered the scene in yesterday's game, when all the professors at Hogwarts stared at him with stiff and strange eyes, and immediately liked the basilisk. The silly Ling Cha was completely annoyed: [Iris, go back to sleep in your own dormitory! ]

[The master lied to me, the master must have been eating something good just now...]

[Go back to sleep with the egg you won from 'hard work'! ] Salazar's patience is only a little better than Lingcha's. Really, the difference is only a few minutes~~ Not counting the anger now, the little basilisk girl was floated out of the door with a person and an egg. The frame slammed shut.

[…Wow——] The howling sound was also shut out of the door.

Regardless of the head Slytherin's office that was destined to be flooded for the fourth time, the angry potions professor outside, and the group of African poisonous snakes that will be used as potion materials in the next semester, Salazar leaned tiredly after the door closed. When he got on the chair, he didn't raise his head, his hands trembled a little. He was a little aware of Ling Cha's recent emotions, but he didn't dare to believe it. When the familiar aura was around him, he couldn't calm down and think about it accurately.

Maybe, don't want to think about it?Looking forward to the answer, but afraid that it is not the answer.

There used to be such a meeting, holding hands with the same temperature, Salazar felt very satisfied, maybe it’s not bad to live like this for a lifetime, you can’t ask for too much, you can’t expect too much, this is inexplicable that you have never really got anything Fear is at work.

When Ling Cha happened to turn his head at the same time as him, he didn't realize what happened next. He didn't wake up until Aerys recklessly entered the door.

Losing the warm and familiar breath on his lips, he was extremely reluctant.

This completely accidental contact was like a dose of the most powerful assimilation potion, which quickly burned in the body, leaving only the still sober mind, and now they looked at each other blankly.

The exact same eyes, the exact same face, and—

Stretch out your hand and be able to touch the other person, not a mirror!So the emotions in those deep green eyes are real, not the reflection of themselves when they look in the mirror, so what they think in their hearts is also real in each other's eyes. "Salazar, tell me, what is liking?" Ling Cha was a little confused.

"...probably like Aerys is to food?"

They looked into each other's eyes now, and that deep longing seemed to have turned into a terrible desire.

"I think so too."

The slightly moving lip line was like the aroma of love potion, and she wanted to get closer unconsciously.

Soft, slightly cold, inadvertently the tip of the tongue touched the other person, as if a spell suddenly exploded in the ear, nothing could be heard, seen, or felt, and the only thing left was the uncomfortable feeling of being unable to breathe.

Unconsciously exerting force with fingers, tearing apart without noticing anything, just that kind of trance as if returning to the past, quietly listening to a breath, a heartbeat, only each other...

The two suddenly separated, and a large ball of cold water appeared out of nowhere and poured down on their heads. Salazar went to the bathroom without saying a word. Ling Cha was dazed with water all over his body. He subconsciously touched the corners of his bright red lips with his fingers. A few broken gems rolled down from the top, which were originally embroidered on the robe with the silver thread, and it was unclear whether it was Salazar's clothes or his own.

His eyes fell on the door.

Maybe, it's time to put a spell on the picture frame, even Iris can't let her break in at any time.

December has just begun, and the wind of early winter passes through the castle. Durmstrang's ship moored on the Black Lake heaves up and down in the wind. The black sails are as silent as the ship, which makes people feel frightened. In my impression, Durmstrang is a school that has vague concepts about black magic and even openly acquiesces in students' learning.After they arrived, the poor-looking headmaster and the sullen Durmstrang students who kept people from surrounding Krum to sign his autograph were hard to impress others, especially Karkaroff scored in the first game Krum hit the dragon with the Eye Sickness Curse, and the dragon was trampled everywhere in pain and broke half of the eggs, but Karkaroff still gave him ten points, while the other three players, he gave Iris was the highest with six points, and Harry was the lowest with four points. This kind of extreme favoritism aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone except Durmstrang.

Of course, Durmstrang's students were also muttering, but they were utterly afraid to speak out.

It wasn't because Igor Karkaroff was always suspicious and irritable, but because they knew that the headmaster who led them here was not Karkaroff at all.

In Durmstrang's cabin, several wizards who had been stuffy for more than a month stood there respectfully, the marks of the saints were embroidered on the cloaks, and the potions they brewed were neatly placed on the shelves.

Grindelwald, who had recovered his original appearance, leaned back on the chair, took one wand after another, and finally shook his head slowly.

"Lord, we have taken out all the wands we could find, all of which are similar to your previous one, all of them are..."

"I now believe that the wand of fate is a wonderful thing. I reject these wands, and they also reject me. Even if I use them reluctantly, they are not enough to deal with that Duke..." Grindelwald said with a lazy and dangerous expression. Smiling, "It's especially bad that the Duke of Slytherin is two people."

"Lord...I heard from the students that this duke doesn't seem to hinder us...he doesn't care about the Ministry of Magic or wizards or anything. I believe that as long as we don't mess with Hogwarts, we will be in England. He , I mean they won't care."

"Stupid!" Grindelwald yelled suddenly, "You didn't say that.": The wizard immediately bent down in awe, and said in the most humble voice: "Without your order, we didn't say a word." Dare to mention, the students don’t know anything yet.”

"Very well, in ten days or so, it will be the regular Christmas ball of the Triwizard Tournament. We'd better find Voldemort before that... Remember! The Duke of Slytherin won't care about the life and death of the Ministry of Magic, that's right. But his only descendant, it is impossible for us not to be his enemy!"

Grindelwald's sharp eyes revealed a cold killing intent.

Whether it's the savior, or Voldemort...