Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Please..." Slytherin looked at Iger with a hint of pleading: "I can teach you everything I know."

"Deal!" Iger agreed without blinking...

The two looked at each other for a while, and Iger smacked his lips: "But the closest things are all made into Horcruxes by your heirs... Do you have a way to separate the soul?"

So far, all five artifacts and Horcruxes have been collected.

Hufflepuff's cup; Ravenclaw's tiara; Resurrection stone ring; journal and a locket...

The ring and the locket had been destroyed, and in order to prevent Voldemort from noticing, there were still three undamaged Horcruxes, which contained the relics of the two giants.

"Horcrux..." Slytherin sneered in disgust: "I just watched the notebook made by that child, and I learned Haierbo's notorious skills thoroughly..."

"Isn't the basilisk also made by Hai Erbo?" Iger looked at Slytherin with contempt.

"It's not the same, you don't know, how cute that little guy was when he was born... oh... Merlin's beard, from the first time I watched you and that Snape get into the Chamber of Secrets, I knew it was going to fuck you sooner or later dining table..." Slytherin chattered like a boudoir, seemingly very dissatisfied with Iger.

Iger didn't think there was anything wrong with Slytherin like this. After all, he hasn't talked to anyone for a thousand years. Just crazy.

"I liked playing with snakes since I was a child. They always gave me a lot of things, wild fruits and wild flowers. Of course, sometimes they would give me some dead birds and rats, but this is all from their hearts..." Slytherin Some lowered their heads: "When the children around me called me a freak, only they were as gentle as ever to me..."

"Iger, you know, Parseltongue has never been popular with others, even wizards..." Slytherin whispered flatly: "Aside from snakes, Godric was my first friend. The reason why I chose to leave was because I didn’t want our friendship and hard work to be torn apart because of the concept. On the day I left, I closed the secret room and sealed all my past on this portrait, retaining my eighteen-year-old original self. Seeing their personalities at that time, I hope that one day when one of them dominates the academy, I can express my own thoughts to them, but after I leave, the Hogwarts that once symbolized the dominance of Hogwarts and was contested by us The Gewarz title deed was never signed in any of their names, they sealed the title deed and kept the tradition of handing down the title deed ever since..."

Iger gritted his teeth,

It hurts to listen to the Slytherin story.

"I hate people like you the most. If you have something to say, you don't want to say it. You're tired..." Iger stared and turned around sullenly: "You make me very upset, okay, it's not a HAPPY ENDING The ending makes people panic..."

The eye sockets were slightly red, and Iger's voice sounded a bit dull: "I will help you, remember what you said, I have to teach me everything I want to learn."

"Deal!" Slytherin agreed more readily than Iger just now.

"The basilisk must die, there is no discussion, that thing is sticking to human life." Iger said firmly.

"Okay, but I must first remind you not to expect too much, the taste of that thing is actually no different from that of ordinary snake meat..." Slytherin said softly.

"How...how did you know?" Iger looked at Slytherin with strange eyes.

"In fact, I raised two at the beginning. When the baby snake just came out of the eggshell, its eyes were not fatal, it just made people feel a little dizzy, similar to ordinary baby snakes." Slytherin looked a little confused. Oops, sighed wistfully, muttered to himself with empty eyes: "Hogwarts had just been founded at that time, and one of them accidentally fell into Helga's hands when I let them out to play, and she always I am a bit obsessed with cooking, that night Godric brought me soup with snake soup, and almost lost the other one... In fact, this was also part of the reason why we quarreled later..."

"Stop! Don't say any more!" Iger broke down while holding his forehead.

According to you, the Chamber of Secrets is supposed to protect the basilisk, right?

The image of the legendary Big Four who called the wind and rain was destroyed in Iger's mind, and turned into four somewhat funny, magical young people with a hint of nervousness.

Either way, the contrast is a little too big...

"I'm going to get the horcrux. You'd better think of some way to get the soul out of the horcrux." Iger didn't intend to listen to the grievances of thousands of years ago, and worked hard to reorganize his three views and turn around. Hastily ran away.

In the principal's room, the Sorting Hat was muttering and compiling its own new song, looking a little contented, and asking Phineas for his opinion on the wall above the cabinet from time to time, which made Phineas very annoyed. Impatiently coaxing this Hogwarts mascot that has been passed down for thousands of years...

On the shelf next to the principal's desk, Fox heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look. The familiar blond hair came into view, and he flew to the astronomical observation shelf above the roof in panic.

"What are you doing here?" Fox stared at Iger.

"Is Professor Dumbledore here?" Iger felt that he had better communicate with Dumbledore first, what if Slytherin lied to him?

"Not here, let's go out." Fox muttered reluctantly.

"If he comes back, please tell him that I saw Salazar Slytherin." Iger looked at Fox and said softly.

"It's rare that you are so polite..." Fox raised his head and snorted, "Please!"

Egmo fiddled with his wand silently, and Fox hurriedly said, "I'll tell him, get out!"

Iger nodded in satisfaction, took out the crown and gold cup from the desk, turned around and was about to leave.

"Salazar Slytherin?" A portrait of a wizard with a hearing aid stopped Iger, and Iger turned his head to look. The portraits in the principal's office all opened their eyes and looked at Iger in surprise.

"Son, is what you said true?" Dai Lisi Devante looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger has a good impression of this former female principal who has saved countless lives, and she is the most kind in the portrait in the principal's office.

"Yes, I've verified it. He can speak Parseltongue. He was Slytherin at the age of eighteen. Later, Slytherin sealed everything about himself in the title deed." Iger nodded.

"With all due respect, boy, Parseltongue is not such a rare ability, it's just that many wizards with this ability keep silent. I've seen three in my lifetime, and all of them were with Slytherin." It doesn't matter at all, I think you should be more secure and wait for Dumbledore to come back." An old man looked at Iger and said kindly, the old man's name was Evra, and he was also a senior official of the Ministry of Magic when he was the principal. Therefore, he has his own portrait in the Ministry of Magic, and is also considered a relatively stable headmaster.

Iger thought about it, and the portraits in the room in front of him were considered great men in the wizarding world when they were alive, and they are basically models of aging and maturity. Even if Slytherin is here, they probably won’t buy it. Thinking of this, Iger ordered Nodding, he put the gold cup and crown back.

"Please hurry up, I don't want to have a boring portrait of a boy following me all day..." Youyou sighed, Iger turned and left.

Half an hour later, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Iger held his chin and looked at the boy in front of him thoughtfully, and asked for the twenty-eighth time, "Are you really Salazar Slytherin?"

Slytherin: "..."

"I can speak Parseltongue!" Slytherin looked at Iger angrily.

"It's nothing unusual, I'll say it too, do you think I look like a Slytherin?" Iger curled his lips: "Harry would say it too, but for other reasons..."

It seems that I am still too young, almost being led by the nose by the guy in front of me...

It seems that the problem of what I listen to and believe has to be corrected, it is still too naive.

"I can control the castle, this must be proved?" Slytherin pointed to the door of the black magic classroom, and the door closed with a bang.

"I can too!" Iger snorted, pointed casually, and the door opened again.

Slytherin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "You can because your name is on the land deed. According to the contract, you have the right to control Hogwarts, but I..."

"But you may also be a Horcrux!" Iger looked at the boy in front of him seriously: "Like a certain notebook closed in Dumbledore's drawer?"

"You are insulting me!" Slytherin seemed to be irritated: "I will not use such a despicable method to split the soul, heh... as long as I think, I can have a more perfect way of immortality!"

"Do you have a Philosopher's Stone?" Iger tilted his head.

"No..." Slytherin froze for a moment.

"What are you talking about..." Iger curled his lips.

WTM! ! Ahhh! Slytherin is going crazy, who will help me get rid of this bastard?

"What's the more perfect way of longevity you're talking about?" Iger looked at Slytherin in front of him curiously.

"I won't tell you!" Slytherin snorted immediately, and raised his chin proudly.

"So childish, it really can't be Slytherin..." Iger murmured.

"I! Yes! Salazar Slytherin!" The boy's face was distorted with anger, and his voice sounded broken. He looked at Iger with hatred, and Slytherin almost cried: "I didn't lie to you, I am Salazar!"

Iger looked suspiciously at the portrait in front of him: "You are not very stable..."

"I said this is my eighteen-year-old portrait and personality!" Slytherin looked at Iger frantically.

Portraits are not good at this point, they won’t grow, the personality they are endowed with will be the same as the personality at that time, the most is that the memory will become more, but the personality will not change.

"I can control the guardian magic of the whole school, how could I not!" Slytherin leaned against the picture frame beside him helplessly, and murmured weakly.

"I can too... wait! Guardian magic?" Iger squinted his eyes and looked at the boy in the portrait in front of him: "Can I understand that you threw me out of the girls' dormitory that day?"

Slytherin gave Iger a dry look: "I'm really Salazar Slytherin..."

"Answer my question, bastard!" Iger looked at the portrait in front of him with a distorted expression, his anger was no longer enough to describe his current state.

"No...that magic was left by Rowena..." Slytherin looked at Igger and smiled slyly: "Men in the girls' dormitory will be thrown out without distinction, you should be glad you are in Gryffindor Too many towers, if you're in Slytherin you'll be thrown into the Black Lake..."

"You started the magic, right?" Iger's mouth twitched.

"I just followed my mission...that's all..." Slytherin smiled awkwardly but politely: "Because of the male students, all the female dormitories in the school were imposed by Rowena layer upon layer. All kinds of magic, Gryffindor Tower is the most..."

The two were arguing when a tall white figure walked in from outside the door.

Dumbledore looked at the portrait in front of Iger with a little surprise, then looked at Iger and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Your Excellency Slytherin." Dumbledore and Iger are still different, and they are not as confused and suspicious as Iger.

"Albus Dumbledore..." Slytherin looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him in amazement: "You are really the smartest junior I have ever seen, you should be in Slytherin, you are extraordinary smart, noble and brave..."

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, and he looked at the portrait in front of him with a smirk: "Hehe..."

Does this scene sound familiar?

"It seems that my guess is right..." Dumbledore was noncommittal to Slytherin's words: "Since the day you signed the title deed, Iger, I feel that something is different in the castle. The stairs can send students to the direction of their classrooms accurately, of course, I don't think anyone else will find this problem except for a boring person like me."

How boring is it to do such a thing?

So Slytherin said that the only reason Dumbledore was aware of his existence was because the old man was so boring?

Is this too low?

"Forgive me for overhearing your conversation just now. I don't know what Mr. Slytherin wants Iger to do?" Dumbledore looked at the portrait in front of him calmly.

"I want to see them again..." Slytherin looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"If this is the case, then we need a little help..." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "Let's go to the principal's office and talk slowly..."

A few minutes later, in the principal's room, a group of principals on the wall looked at a newly added photo frame with weird expressions. The black-haired boy in the photo frame frowned slightly, and looked at the aging principals around him with some unease.

"Ah, Salazar... Long time no see!" The Sorting Hat's cracked and wrinkled mouth looked at the portrait in front of him in surprise, and Iger looked at the portrait of Slytherin in surprise: "It really looks like..."

"I've already said it!" Slytherin exclaimed a little rudely.

Dumbledore looked at Slytherin with a calm face. He was not surprised by the other party's performance. Snape was in a worse situation than him when he first came into contact with Iger...

"Godric told me a long time ago that you will definitely come back one day." The Sorting Hat laughed cheerfully, looking relieved.

"I...never left." Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at the broken hat in front of him.

"Of course, you can also say that. After all, who would have thought that you would stay in the title deed forever..." the Sorting Hat murmured.

Slytherin looked impatient. He didn't like Gryffindor's dirty, talkative hat very much.

"Aha..." The Sorting Hat bent its pointed tip: "So, you want to come and ask me about the last things about Gryffindor, don't you?"

"Right." Slytherin nodded.

"I don't know..." The Sorting Hat looked at Slytherin frankly.