Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Slytherin looked at the broken hat in front of him, his eyelids twitched, and regretted why he didn't ask Rowena to draw a wand for himself when he drew the portrait...

"But I remember this painting of yours. It was drawn by Rowena for you. To be honest, you and Godric's hands are not very skillful. The fact that painting is really not suitable for you..." The Sorting Hat was still rambling nagging.

"To get to the point, you should have some guesses, right?" Slytherin looked at the hat in front of him dissatisfied.

"The sword, the crown, and the gold cup." The Sorting Hat was also unambiguous, and directly expressed its own thoughts.

"Actually, I think they shouldn't be so ambiguous. If these things were really the case, Voldemort should have discovered it long ago..." Iger turned to look at Dumbledore: "What do you think, professor?"

"I don't know. In my opinion, the only place where Voldemort can be regarded as a high-level one is in the aspect of black magic. Even I dare not say that I know more about him in this area. As for alchemy Speaking of Iger according to your words, he is a scum." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "You can make the Mirror of Erised play around, how can you expect him to be superb?"

"Besides..." Dumbledore thought about it: "I think Voldemort collected these things only because of the symbolic meaning of the items themselves. As for the real usage of these things, I don't think he would care..."

"Then here comes the problem. If we want to verify it, we need to get Voldemort's soul out without destroying the Horcrux, but there seems to be no good way at present..." Iger looked at the portrait on the wall and spread his hands.

Slytherin was also a little helpless. Although he knew Horcruxes, to be honest, he was very dismissive of such things.

People with broader horizons are more disdainful of immortality. There is no free lunch in the world, and everyone understands this truth.

So this also leads to nothing that even Slytherin can do.

"Split the soul..." Dumbledore sighed slightly with emotion: "Even now, I can't help but be surprised by his achievements."

"When it comes to the level of the soul, I think there is a way." Dai Lisi in the portrait on the wall shook her head helplessly: "This is a forbidden area for the living, and humans cannot touch it. Even wizards are powerless..."

Slytherin looked a little depressed, but he was still calm. The thousand years of waiting made him surprisingly patient, of course, as long as he was not facing a certain poisonous egg.

"It involves the soul...the restricted area of ​​the living...human beings can't touch it..." Iger murmured with some doubts: "I always feel like I want to forget something,

It's on my lips, but I can't remember..."

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the expression of Slytherin on the wall suddenly became excited: "Dementor!"

"Yes! Dementors..." Iger suddenly laughed meaningfully.

After a while, Iger grabbed the dementor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and carried it to the principal's office.

"I want to treat you to a big meal today, are you happy?" Iger looked at the black robe and hood in his hand with a smile.

The dementor shrank uncomfortably, whimpering, Iger looked confused, but it didn't matter, Iger didn't intend to talk too much to him, and looked at the diadem that Dumbledore put on the table aside , Iger pointed to the crown: "As soon as the stuff comes out in a while, you will suck it up immediately. If you can't suck it up, I will let the group of students suck it up for you, understand?"

A silver-white phoenix stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, looking at the dementor in Iger's hand with a flat face, and let out a strange and terrifying gasp in his mouth. The dementor looked at Dumbledore and nodded slowly, but That movement looks so stiff.

Slytherin looked at the dementor in front of him with some expectation. To be honest, it was the first time he had a crush on the dementor...

Iger turned his head to look at the crown, hissing: "Open!"

With a bang, a large black mist filled the crown, and Iger suddenly threw the dementor in his hand towards the crown: "Go! Dementor Hill!"

The dementor rushed into the black mist, lifted the mask on his face, opened a big hole on his blood-scabby face, and aimed at the crown with a single breath.

Iger only saw a dim light spot in the crown 'swish' into the mouth of the dementor, and then the black mist disappeared instantly...

"It's over?" Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

"It looks like this..." Dumbledore looked at the dementor in front of him blankly, and Iger stepped forward to pick up the crown, and the dementor floated quietly beside Iger, looking trembling. People are distressed.

Damn it, is it okay? Iger looked at the crown in his hand in a daze.

"You... try wearing it?" Iger handed the crown to Dumbledore based on his traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.

Dumbledore: "..."

Fox is right, this kid is a devil, right?

"If there is nothing wrong with wearing it, then I will put it away." Dumbledore glanced at Iger with a smile in his light blue eyes, and was about to take the crown with his hand, and then saw Iger casually put it on. A golden crown was placed on his head.

"How can the old man do such a dangerous thing? Let me do it..." Iger said with an upright and kind look, without thinking.

As soon as the crown reached the top of the head, the portraits on the walls in the office immediately stood up, looking at Iger with bright eyes.

"How...how does it feel?" Phineas looked at Iger eagerly and asked.

"Thinking through?" Dai Lisi smiled cheerfully.

"Could it be that a large amount of knowledge has been poured into your head?" The old pedant Amando looked at Iger expectantly.

"emmm..." Iger squeezed his chin and felt carefully, then raised his hands above his head and shouted: "Come out! Shenlong!"

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the office, and a group of portraits stared at Iger with wide eyes.

Dementor: "???"

Dumbledore looked at Iger in a daze, wondering for a while, is the legend the opposite? Does this crown make a man stupid?

"I just want to see if there will be any magical effect, don't look at me like this..." Iger smacked his lips, picked up the crown on his head and shook it: "It seems... It doesn't feel much, but there is an inexplicable feeling of blessing to the soul ...Is this supposed to be a fake?"

"No, it's true..." Slytherin laughed, not knowing whether to laugh at Iger's stupidity or what.

"Extraordinary money is the most precious wealth of human beings..." Iger muttered: "There is nothing wrong..."

Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at Iger with pain on his face: "Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings! You human being who is more greedy than goblins..."

"Calm down, no one doesn't like money..." Iger licked his face and said nonchalantly: "So, the legend is false? This thing can't increase people's wisdom?"

"It depends on your understanding of wisdom." Slytherin raised his chin indifferently: "If in your eyes wisdom is only smart, then obviously you are not even qualified to wear a crown."

"Hehe...Although I'm not qualified to wear it...but I can destroy it, do you believe it?" Iger looked at Slytherin with a sneer, and the wand in his hand was spinning slightly.

"Are you a devil?" Slytherin looked at Iger with some breakdown.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, how does this thing work?" Iger fiddled with the crown in his hand curiously.

"Felix, you know?" Slytherin looked at Iger.

"Not only do I know, I've even drank it..." Iger smiled.

"People habitually refer to Felicia Potion as a potion of luck, but in fact, Felicia has nothing to do with luck." Slytherin explained in a flat voice.

"This is impossible. What I do after drinking Felicia is all based on intuition. How could it have nothing to do with luck?" Iger curled his lips.

"Mr. Slytherin is right, Iger..." Dumbledore softly rang in his ears: "Felix Elixir really has nothing to do with luck. There are judgments on external information, as well as improving your abilities in various aspects, such as social skills, ability to use magic, or ability to respond..."

"That means, it has nothing to do with luck at all?" Iger blinked at Dumbledore.

"It seems that the subject of potions is not suitable for you..." Dumbledore sighed leisurely: "God, Snape will cry..."

"Rowena's crown, you can regard it as a permanent blessing, understand?" Slytherin said, looking at Iger.

Blinking and blinking, Iger looked calm, and stuffed the crown into his arms without saying a word: "Shall we give the dementor a sip of the gold cup?"

"..."

"Wow... this kid is more greedy than a goblin..." Phineas looked at Iger in shock.

Iger feels that he is not greedy, at most he is a little curious and wants everything he sees.

This should be regarded as collecting, not greed...

"Is there any message in the crown?" Slytherin looked at Iger eagerly.

"I really don't have this..." Iger spread his hands helplessly: "No one talks to me and no one asks me if you want to really live. At most, it can only be regarded as a relatively clear mind..."

"Besides, the time is not right. I think you should know that Ms. Helena once stole his mother's crown, which also led to Ravenclaw's final gloomy death. From the time point of view, there should be no time The inheritance is left in the crown." Dumbledore's voice was slightly low: "Where this crown is located has been a mystery for thousands of years, until Iger turned it out..."

It could be seen that Slytherin was a little disappointed, the thought of wanting to see the old man again for thousands of years washed his heart like a tide.

"Then look at the gold cup, where is the gold cup?" Slytherin looked at Iger eagerly.

"Here, open it!" Iger hissed, and picked up the gold cup and put it next to the dementor's mask. The dementor sucked away, and another strand of incomplete soul disappeared under the dementor's mask. Suck like jelly...

"What's this thing for?" Iger looked at Slytherin curiously.

"Helga made a container for the elves to hold food. There is a lot of space inside, and it can hold a lot of food. No matter how long it is left, it will not deteriorate..." Slytherin looked at the container in Iger's hand anxiously. gold cup.

"Hello~" Iger put the gold cup in front of him, and looked inside with his eyes open and closed: "Ms. Hufflepuff, are you in there?"

For a long time, there was no sound in the room. Iger turned the gold cup upside down and shook it vigorously: "Hey~ Is there anyone in there?"

Slytherin's eyes quickly dimmed, looking extremely disappointed.

Facing the strange eyes of the whole room, Iger casually stuffed the gold cup into his arms: "It seems that there is nothing in it..."

"Then there's Gryffindor's sword..." Iger grabbed the sorting hat and reached in. In an instant, he took out a shiny silver sword, flicked it lightly, and put the sword to his ear. Iger said cautiously and in a cheap voice: "Gryffindor? Are you there?"

"..."

Slytherin gave Iger a strange look in his eyes, then turned to look at the Sorting Hat and roared violently: "Are there only these three clues?"

"I have here...there are only these three..." The Sorting Hat shrugged and dodged Slytherin's gaze: "You only gave me a part of your personality back then, but you don't have any memories of your past, so I can't do anything about it, oh ...Don't look at me like that, I'm just a hat in charge of sorting..."

Facing Dumbledore's staring gaze, Iger finally didn't have the nerve to put the sword in his arms. In fact, it's not very useful. Where the sword is depends on where the sorting hat is, it's in the goblin's vault , it will also disappear when it should disappear.

"You can also see that it's not that I don't help you, but that I really can't do anything..." Iger patted the non-marking stretch bag on his chest. Today, I have gained a lot, and it is impossible to say that I am not happy.

"But since you said that ordinary wizards will leave their own marks, then these two things may be used at any time, so I will keep them on me first, just in case I need them." Iger looked at them with a smile said Slytherin.

Until Iger strangled the dementor's neck and left, the headmaster's room became quiet again. For a long time, Evra in the portrait burst out laughing, looking at the puzzled eyes around him, Evra was happy Hehe looked at Dumbledore.

"Perhaps one day that little egg should be the headmaster. His over-the-top character might lead Hogwarts to glory..."

There was a loud roar of laughter in the room.

Slytherin stayed in the principal's office in the end. It has to be said that the news about Slytherin's portrait spread from the portraits in the principal's room, and then from the portraits in the castle to the ears of the students. It set off a storm, and all the students in the school wanted to see what the giant looked like a thousand years ago.

The students of Slytherin are going crazy, they are floating when they walk...

Even Snape couldn't bear the exuberant curiosity, so he found an excuse and went to the principal's office to visit his former deans...

When Snape saw the eighteen-year-old boy in the portrait, his eyes were very strange, so he made another excuse and left.

On the other hand, seeing the portrait of Slytherin appearing a thousand years later, the little lions of Gryffindor were not calm, and they all surrounded Iger, hoping that Iger could find Gryffindor too.

A group of lion cubs were arguing and annoyed Iger, until Iger smiled and asked them if they wanted to send them to see Gryffindor in person.

"Is that really Salazar Slytherin?" Hermione sat beside Iger and asked in a low voice, eyes full of unconcealed curiosity.

"A portrait, at most, is endowed with a little more personality and memory, and it is not the person. What is so strange, there are so many portraits in the castle thousands of years ago, and Sir Cadogan's portraits have existed for more than two thousand years. , That painting a thousand years ago is an antique, I heard that he once rode his pony and poked a dragon with a broken wand..." Iger was a little disapproving, and Iger cared more about the portrait of Slytherin It was the memory of himself in the Slytherin portrait. ①

It is said that having an old man in a family is like having a treasure. When the old man has existed for a thousand years, throwing away his wisdom, he himself can be sold for a good antique price...