Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"You said, would you like to tell me about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Umbridge's newly grown teeth were still inflamed, and half of her face was swollen high, which made her toad-like face round and could barely be seen as a big pie face. She obviously wanted to catch someone who might be able to Thrilled with revenge: "The Ministry will not forget your wisdom, Filch."

The administrator's distorted face, illuminated by the torch on the wall, was full of fear and hatred, and he shrank his arms nervously.

"Don't be so timid that you only dare to speak here?"

Umbridge raised his head and looked around. This is an abandoned corner leading to the storage room, because it has not been cleaned for a long time, and there is dust everywhere. There are only a few broken sculptures here, and the walls are empty. To the sound of footsteps the torches of the lights automatically burn up.

Umbridge despises this old Squib, but after a series of embarrassments, even if it is a useless Squib, it is at least worth looking forward to. Wait, Hogwarts does not have iron plates hugged together, as long as there is one If someone speaks out, she will soon be able to attract a large group of people, most of whom are students who want to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation. Maybe she should give some sweets to those guys to compete for.

"Where there are portraits, everything ends up going to the Headmaster's ears! And—" Filch panted with an angry reaction to being slighted, and the wrinkles on his face tightened abruptly : "The castle belongs to that person..."

Umbridge shrieked: "You wouldn't be so foolish as to believe that You-Know-Who's back—"

"What is the mysterious man?" The old Squib's caution was interrupted and he replied angrily, and was so shocked by the sentence he blurted out that he couldn't speak.

Umbridge looked at him like a fool.

"Well, I don't think you're going to shout about the Mysterious Man like that lunatic Dumbledore. I just need to know where he found the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! It hasn't appeared on the Ministry of Magic's household registration for 300 years. The same surname let alone the first name! We won’t believe such ridiculous words as the sudden appearance or the hermit family, this is not the Middle Ages!”

"Of course it's not the Middle Ages." Filch repeated with a stiff face, what could be called a vicious expression on his wrinkled face: "The Ministry of Magic can't deal with him."

"Really?" Umbridge stuck all the disdainful sarcasm in his throat when he heard the next sentence with his head held high.

"He's Salazar Slytherin."

"I don't want to hear a joke!" Umbridge's voice rose another eight beats.

"It killed Madam Rosely!" Filch trembled, and quickly recovered his expression of pain and resentment, "Otherwise I wouldn't have told you about it. The Ministry of Magic can't do anything, I know enough. The students in the castle don't know, if the news gets out, it will be good enough!"

Enough is enough, wizards may not be able to kill Slytherin, but they can kill the Basilisk.

He wants to avenge Madam Losli!

"You're crazy too, crazier than Dumbledore!" Umbridge kicked the broken sculpture on the ground angrily, "If you're not more sober, stay here!"

She left in a hurry, and she didn't know whether she didn't believe it at all, or she was worried that she would be infected with madness if she stayed for a long time.

Filch froze there, his dry mouth moved to say something, but no sound came out after all.

Madam Rosely died, and the only one who accompanied him, Madam Rosely who didn't dislike him as a squib...

Old Squib shuffled back and forth, his limping legs so heavy he could barely drag.

"Meow."

It sounded like a cat meowing.

Filch stopped in surprise and looked around.

"Meow."

Extremely weak, either freezing or dying.

Filch dragged his legs and ran across the corridor in a hurry, and saw a broken shoebox under a pillar, inside were three kittens who had just opened their eyes, with milk stains on their mouths, huddled together and shivering, meowing weakly. with.

Fortunately, it's just that the newborn kitten has a low voice.

Filch looked around angrily, to see who had dropped them here.

"It must be a nasty brat who doesn't know how to keep pets and run around. If the pet gives birth to a kitten, it will be thrown away!"

Messy and pitifully ugly, Filch immediately thought of Mrs. Rosely who had just been held in his arms.

That was also the stray cat he picked up.

Throwing it here and being blown by the cold wind overnight will definitely freeze to death.

Filch quickly wrapped the kitten up in his clothes and left.

A huge shadow slid out of the darkness without sound, opened his eyes slightly, carefully looked at Filch's receding figure, closed them again and slid into the shadow, and quickly ran down the stairs from the steps to the cellar .

A terrified scream.

Umbridge stood around the corner watching the tip of a long tail drag across the ground before disappearing.

She ran down pedaling, and cautiously walked over step by step with her wand raised.

It was pitch black and there was nothing.

She just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a huge shadow slid down from the top, and the icy scales appeared beside her ears in an instant. The speed was almost like she was encircling them without shrinking, but There is no space to even lift a finger.

"what------"

The screams woke up all the dozing portraits.

Umbridge dropped his head and passed out.

The basilisk let go of its body, allowing Umbridge to fall limply on the ground, tilting his head and nodding proudly.

[Good night, ma'am. ]

What a night.

Iris slowly swam forward under the gazes of the portraits and frantically dodging, compared to Garfield who likes to bite the postman's pants and chase for several streets, it is really kind.

Finally climbed through the secret passage to the front of the picture frame.

The big squid inside was shaking its tentacles desperately like crazy.

Don't let it in?

Annoyed, the basilisk slammed its head against the picture frame.

Hey?

Iris looked at the portrait opened inside suspiciously, shook his head, and climbed in first before talking.

The fluorescent light of the magic hourglass showed that it was just after twelve o'clock. There was no mist from the potion. There were only three or two books spread out on the table. , Iris slid along the soft blanket, moaned comfortably, and suddenly touched something on the forehead.

Aerys tilted her head and glanced sideways.

Why did the master throw the clothes on the ground?

And it seems to be the one I wore when I went out today.

Yawn, I'm so tired from playing today.

Aerys moved his body, stared at the pillow on the bed with glowing eyes, rushed over and tore it off, took a deep breath, well, it smelled like the owner.Hugging the pillow with its tail in the middle of the coiled body, I buried my head contentedly, and it was quiet, as if there was only the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Turning his head, there seems to be some vague and strange sound?

No matter, sleepy, sleep.

The magic hourglass was turned upside down completely, and the green gravel slid for another half an hour before the light streamed out from the open bathroom door, and the sound of footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Sa..." Lingcha still had no strength in his limp hands and feet, Ling Cha barely opened his eyes, and immediately understood why Salazar, who was hugging him, suddenly stopped.

"Iris?"

The two pairs of lake-green pupils stared at each other for a second, then turned away immediately.

—I thought you locked the door.