Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger swears that he has been at Hogwarts for two years, and he basically knows the portraits in the castle, but he has never seen this boy.

"You... who are you?" Iger looked at the portrait on the wall with squinted eyes. If I remember correctly, it is a landscape painting. Occasionally, one or two women in the painting will come here for a picnic.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you are a little too shameless, Professor Morrises..." The boy was a little bit teasing with a magnetic voice, sounding a little lazy.

"Should I burn a portrait of unknown origin like this?" Iger muttered to himself while pinching his chin.

"Don't say such horrible things on your own, I don't have any malicious intentions..." The boy hurriedly waved his hands: "Besides, I can go to any portrait in the castle, so what's the use of burning this one..."

"Oh...?" Iger muttered, "This reminds me, I've wanted to throw all these portraits out for a long time..."

"Hey, you're such an asshole..." The boy looked a little annoyed.

"Who... are you?" Iger turned his head to look at the boy in the portrait, with a serious expression on his face. The world of Hogwarts portraits is like a local area network. Except for those who have their own portraits elsewhere, few people's portraits can enter.

"Huh...?" The boy looked at Iger with a half-smile: "Egg Morrisses...occupied the castle we left behind, killed my baby snake, and even planned to capture my last blood, and now you actually And who am I?"

"Salazar Slytherin?" Iger stared at the boy in front of him in surprise, stared carefully for a while, and Iger curled his lips slightly: "Tsk...not as handsome as me..."

"I knew you were an asshole, but I didn't expect you to be such an asshole..." Slytherin's mouth twitched.

Iger looked at the portrait in front of him in amazement, hissed in his mouth, and blurted out in an obscure Parseltongue: "Is it true? Is it a lie..."

"It's true!" The answer was also a Parseltongue...

It turned out to be true!

"What are you...?" Iger looked curiously at the boy in the portrait.

"As you can see, I am a portrait." Slytherin leaned slightly, looking like a little gentleman.

I have to say that Slytherin looks really good-looking,

However, there are some femininity and femininity. If you are a student, you may fascinate a large group of girls.

Portraits in the magic world are a very magical thing. As long as you draw a portrait that casts magic, it will form a part of the entire portrait world. They can be connected to each other, and even have independent thinking.

Of course, this is not something that everyone can draw. Only those who have enough strength to imprint their own personality and memory are eligible to draw their own portraits, and not all portraits can be connected.

But at least since Iger entered the magic world, the only immortals he has seen are these portraits...

"I will only show up in the castle if my name is signed on the Hogwarts title deed. This is a trick I played." Slytherin looked at Iger with a smile.

"Dumbledore has seen you?" Iger looked curiously at the boy in the portrait in front of him.

"No, what I want to tell you is that out of respect for our founder, the Hogwarts title deed has never been signed in someone else's name, and successive headmasters have chosen to retain the management of Hogwarts rather than ownership , It’s the first time I’ve met you so shameless…” The corners of Slytherin’s mouth curled up slightly: “But that old man did realize my existence, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met, just like Go Same as Derek."

Is that so? Iger blinked, so Dumbledore gave the castle to himself so indifferently?

His name doesn't appear on the title deed? As long as there is the management right of Hogwarts, it doesn't matter who the school is!

"So...do you have anything to do with me?" Iger poked at the portrait, and Slytherin frowned to avoid Iger's cheap claws, looking at Iger with some displeasure.

"I'm just curious, curious about you." Slytherin looked at Iger with great interest: "Because of the contract on the land deed, there have been some soul exchanges between the two of us, of course, I'm just a personality No soul... I've never seen a soul as strong as yours, it's like... twice as strong as anyone else..."

Iger's heart tightened, and then he relaxed slightly.

He didn't care if Slytherin knew about his time-travel, anyway, he had already hinted to Dumbledore almost, so he almost told Dumbledore face-to-face that he had time-traveled outside the story.

As for the Slytherin in front of him, do you know what it has to do with it?

"You came... just to tell me this?" Iger looked at Slytherin inexplicably, and asked with some doubts.

"Of course not, I'm just sorry, you should have joined us in Slytherin..." Slytherin murmured, seeming a bit worried about Iger's branch: "Sleight-of-hand, clever, and understanding of people's hearts, Talented and courageous, there is no more suitable Slytherin than you, unfortunately, for a Muggle-born girl..."

"Aren't you... a racist? I don't even know who my parents are." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth. It was hard to imagine that the typical adolescent boy in front of him would be one of the legendary Hogwarts Big Four thousands of years ago. the existence of one.

"Who says I'm a racist?" Slytherin sneered, "Helga, Godric, Rowena, which of them don't have Muggle blood? They say I'm pure-blooded, but what was it thousands of years ago?" Era? At that time, Muggles slaughtered and arrested wizards on a large scale, and the whole of Europe was shrouded in the strange theory of Muggles, and all wizards were in danger. Once a child in a Muggle family discovered the talent for magic, he would They were sent out by Muggles as undercover agents, hoping to find the wizarding world by following the vines, but if it were you, would you recruit those children?"

"Besides, in our time, Muggle-born children meant excellence, and the facts have proved that Muggle-born children are indeed excellent..." Slytherin said softly.

Iger nodded thoughtfully. Slytherin was right. According to history, the situation a thousand years ago was worse than what he said.

"However, as long as they are my students, I will treat them equally. This is something that I cannot doubt as a teacher and founder of Hogwarts." Slytherin raised his chin proudly, and stood with a noble demeanor. Iger vaguely saw a trace of Malfoy's body, but the difference is that the nobility of the two is in the form, and the other is in the bone.

"That basilisk..." Iger frowned at Slytherin.

"It's true that I put it there. Of course, I just wanted to keep a pet at first, but you know, my reputation has never been very good..." Slytherin smiled awkwardly: "Even if it was thousands of years ago, Basilisks are very rare things, and I'm a Parseltongue, Iger, you can understand me, no one can resist the temptation to talk to a pet, even a basilisk, even if it's crooked now..."

Iger nodded approvingly...

"Coincidentally, that period was also a period of cold war between me and them, so... a misunderstanding occurred..." Slytherin sighed slightly, squinted his eyes and looked at Iger seriously: "I want to emphasize One thing is, I have my share of this castle, and this school was founded by us, and I - Salazar Slytherin, put all my heart and passion into it, and endangering students is always a thing of the past. What I cannot tolerate, regardless of the student's lineage..."

Iger looked at Slytherin in a daze. Could he be a Gryffindor fake?

This kind of painting style of righteous words is really not suitable for Slytherin...

"Emmm...you are younger than I... imagined." Iger looked at Slytherin and nodded awkwardly. The boy in front of him seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. It would be a bit of a joke to say that he is Slytherin.

"Except for narcissistic teenagers, who would be free to paint their own portraits..." Slytherin nodded stiffly, it seemed that he was very reluctant to bring up this topic.

Iger thought of the old monkey-like statue in the secret room, and looked at Slytherin suspiciously.

Could it be that he used beauty? Anyway, it's a painting, it's not up to him what to paint...

But judging from the history that Iger knows so far, what Slytherin just said should not have lied to him.

For Slytherin, whether it is the history of the school or the history of magic, the evaluation of him has always been a person who is responsible to the students, serious, and has a sense of justice. The ratings are not that high either.

Therefore, the point about leaving the basilisk to kill the Muggle-born students should be a rumor spread by later generations.

Although he did leave a basilisk behind...

If the legend is true, then this should also be the case:

Not long after the quarrel, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff: "You racist, we don't play with you!"

"Hey, hey, I'm obviously doing it for your own good, but you still exclude me, dogs bite people's hearts, you don't know Lu Dongbin! Hey..." Slytherin rubbed his eyes and cried pear blossoms: "Wow...I I want to run away from home! Let me tell you, I have raised a big monster, sooner or later I will let it bite you, and even the students you recruited together, blah blah..."

After speaking, Slytherin ran away crying with his luggage on his back.

After running for two miles, Slytherin crouched helplessly at the entrance of the village and looked at the gate of Hogwarts, sniffing his nose and gritting his teeth bitterly.

Why didn't that bastard Godric come to me?

Half an hour later, Slytherin looked at the gate of Hogwarts with tears in his eyes, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I want to run away from home...

Then on the other side, the three Gryffindors ran around the world by the fireplace: "Where did that kid go?"

The inexplicable joy in the picture, Iger shook his head, and threw these unreliable brain supplements out of his brain, but I don’t know why, if the rationality of the matter is concerned, Iger feels that what he thinks is probably so real yes...

This is so embarrassing...

Slytherins are all tsundere, this has been proved by history, whether it is Phineas who is 'indifferent' to Sirius, Professor Slughorn who is subtle and euphemistic, or hates Harry to death But he refused to identify Harry's Draco Malfoy, or he was so in love with him that he still pretended to be a human being and licked Snape the dog.

History will always only silently record their second-hand behavior, so that future generations will look at the stories of the predecessors and hug the watermelon and say it's really delicious...

"I regret it, about our past..." Slytherin looked at the field in the portrait behind him with a distant look in his eyes: "If I could take a step back, then I would not lose my most precious wealth..."

"I have a hunch that I should run far away when I hear this..." Iger looked at the portrait in front of him with weird eyes and muttered softly.

"I want to ask you one thing, Iger..." Sure enough, Slytherin's voice sounded.

"I don't listen, I don't listen!" Iger covered his ears, turned around and ran away, Slytherin stood in the portrait and looked at Iger's back with a messy expression.

Only fools have to listen, if the guess is right, I will definitely help him do something, and it will definitely not be so easy...

However, Iger still underestimated Slytherin's persistence. The young man hurriedly walked in the portraits looking for Iger's figure, and Iger walked around on the ever-changing stairs.

There is no staircase that will let his master step on the empty space without opening his eyes, so that Iger can go all the way unimpeded, and unknowingly ran to the door of the Room of Requirement.

Hurrying around the door, Iger watched the door slowly appearing on the wall and plunged in with his head.

"I shouldn't be able to find me this time, right?" Iger looked at the gate slowly disappearing behind him with a relaxed expression.

"Iger, I need your help..." Slytherin's voice sounded, and Igger turned around with his eyes wide open. In a broken photo frame behind him, Slytherin looked at Iger softly.

"How did you get in?" Iger stared at Slytherin.

"I am a part of the castle, or the real manager of the castle." Slytherin smiled softly: "I am a personality left by Salazar Slytherin, a long-cherished wish, a regret, I have All his emotions, unfortunately I have no soul, I am just a portrait of his youth, the carrier of memory and the expression of personality."

"You exist in the title deed, so... the castle is yours?" Iger looked at Slytherin suspiciously.

"The castle was created by the four of us, but the title deed is indeed mine..." Slytherin looked at Iger with a smile: "You know, Godric is an alcoholic and a poor man, and Rowena is greedy like a The female dragon, Helga, her background is not prominent."

All right…

Sighing a little melancholy, Iger also resigned to his fate, as long as he is still in this castle, he will inevitably be entangled by him.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Iger looked at the boy in the shabby portrait in front of him, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Any capable wizard will preserve his personality when he was alive for future generations to look up to. Even Godric is no exception. Although they are not afraid of death, they still have some vanity. I think... See you again..." Slytherin looked at Iger with some pleading: "I have been waiting for a thousand years, Iger...Hogwarts will not become someone's fixed property, the treaty on the title deed is only for when you are alive, this It means that if one day you pass away, I may have to wait a long, long time..."

"You mean, maybe the other three founders will have a portrait like you or something else?" Iger pinched his chin and looked at Slytherin.

"Yes..." Slytherin looked at Iger and nodded.

"Stop making trouble, it's been a thousand years old man, how do you want me to find it?" Iger looked at the portrait in front of him in a jerk, "This is not realistic at all, and what Ravenclaw left is most likely attached to the portrait." The crown with her personality has been made into a horcrux by your good descendants. I have seen the sword of Gryffindor. I was harmed by your good descendants, what do you want me to look for? The bones are rotten, okay..."