Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On the night of Halloween, the castle was very lively. When the fat lady screamed, no one paid attention to it, even though the unprecedented high-pitched voice scared the silver long-haired cat in the arms of the portrait of the noble girl. Slipped down and ran away without a trace.

"Merlin..." White Knight looked up angrily, "Has she finally made a high note that can shatter a glass?"

"It's really bad. Even though it's Halloween, I'm going to have a nightmare tonight!" White Knight pretended to be horrified with the head in his hand, "It's terrible, isn't it, everyone, everyone, listen to me!"

All portraits including White Knight can't bear to ignore it.

"Ah, Green, you finally showed up. The Halloween masquerade is about to start. The students are going back to their dormitories to change their costumes—by the way, what happened this morning?"

All the portraits turned their gazes over, and the expressions of eagerness and joy in the past were no longer there. The suspicion and bewilderment with reservations were projected over like knives, and they continued to talk with each other as if nothing had happened or covered half of their faces with fans. , as if waiting for an answer they could accept.

Guided by a few overzealous headmasters, they almost wandered around the entire Hogwarts. In the corridors and classrooms that they could not enter on weekdays, those proud portraits of wizards looked over in surprise one by one. After asking the headmasters in circles, they all froze after whispering to each other - he is a Slytherin, shouldn't he look like this?So Voldemort's disfigurement is also to be more in line with everyone's fantasy of the Dark Lord?Merlin!

At this moment, from the respectful eyes of several wizard portraits, they walked across the corridor. They wanted to return to Hercules' painting unobtrusively, but were broken by that sharp-eyed head.So many suspicious eyes at that moment made him a little dazed.

When, exactly, did you feel this way?

People will always encounter a sense of familiarity in their life where they suddenly feel that everything has happened somewhere before them, but usually it is accompanied by an extremely bad crisis or sense of anxiety.

Whispering, the bewildered expression hidden behind the clothes and hair is like a net covering the head.

...a dark wizard...killing Muggles for pleasure...his stuff is poisonous...insidious...experimenting potions on living people...

Pale fingers pressed against his forehead spasmodically.

Damn, where did all these fragmented memories come from.

"Ahh——"

When the fat lady's second scream sounded from the eighth floor, some portraits finally felt that something was wrong and looked up, and a few quick-moving ones had already rushed upstairs.

Soon the news spread that the Fat Lady was gone, and the canvas in its frame was torn apart, and the deep black gash made several portraits tremble.

"Who did it?" Knight White chased after him.

"The portrait of the dancers next to the Fat Lady says it's a black-haired man..."

The other people in the castle finally found out, and all the Gryffindor students who were about to go back to their dormitory stood on the stairs in panic, the portraits ran, and Filch ran up from the second floor panting.

"Green, come here, I don't know where the black-haired man is, and all the portraits are not safe now!"

Guess and surprise turned into urgent concern before an emergency,

The cold, suffocating, boundless and dark mood that suddenly came up like a tide disappeared, and with his hands tightened, Knight White confidently led him to the eighth floor: "It's rare to see the stupid image of the fat lady, but How did that man who is said to be in tatters get into the castle?"

"Finally there's something exciting to watch, Quack." The black-haired green-eyed boy was speechless with a laughing head. Could it be that, in some respects, he was at the same level as this guy with only one head—the right and left hand of Knight White? grab each...

"Be careful, I don't know where that man is yet."

"It's all right, look! Professor Dumbledore is going over there."

Percy, who had been shouting "Quiet, Quiet, I'm a prefect" on the stairs, finally waited for the headmaster, and breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that the cubs, whose anxiety and fear are rising, will not listen to any organized and disciplined arrangements.

Dumbledore walked through the separated students, his old fingers touching the cracked canvas.I have to say that his speed is very fast, Professor McGonagall hasn't arrived here yet!

The very strong hatred has almost condensed into substance, creating an effect equivalent to black magic.

"We need to find the Fat Lady quickly, so that the ghosts and portraits..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, he was interrupted by Filch who was holding a lamp: "Principal, I don't think so, she's over there!"

The truth that almost made all the portraits of Hogwarts laugh on the spot and used it as a excuse to mock the fat lady for a whole year happened. In the picture frame of several wild boars leisurely gnawing grass and snoring, a trembling fat finger was exposed Without her existence, at the moment of fleeing, I don’t know why I still have time to smear some mud on my face, and remove all the petals from the wreath on my head, leaving only thorns to better cover up my trembling. The body, as if that shadow was just a plant that was gnawed by wild boars and shaken.

"How pitiful, how pitiful!"

Peeves laughed and floated over:

"It's just that, huh-bah, it's over haha, luckily she runs fast."

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore said quietly, Peeves' figure flashed for a moment, he didn't dare to provoke the headmaster, and changed his expression of arrogant laughter, but the giggle of gloating may not be much better: "Yes, I saw Now, Headmaster." Peeves said, writhing in the air, "She won't let him in, he's very angry, you understand! Oh, he's got such a bad temper!!"

"It's him! It's him!"

The fat lady in the wild boar painting shouted heartbreakingly:

"A man as dark as his name, Sirius Black!"

There was no wizard who didn't know the names on the Muggle wanted list. There was a panic shout, and the little wizards were completely panicked. Dumbledore only had time to instruct Professor McGonagall, who had just arrived, to take all the students back to the hall.

"Merlin, how did that guy get in here?"

"Death Eaters actually got into Hogwarts?"

No one was paler than Harry, who was being dragged down the hall by Ron.Unfortunately, when he turned the corner, he saw the black-haired and green-eyed boy in the portrait hanging on the wall. After a very low cry, Ron looked over under the instructions of the savior, and the two little lions turned pale immediately. I couldn't find any blood, and I almost had to crawl. Fortunately, Gryffindor was crowded everywhere so that they would not fall down.

"Bring all the students to the auditorium. The entire castle must be searched tonight." Dumbledore said, looking over from a distance, and for some reason, the portrait felt an extremely ominous premonition.

No reason, others don't know Sirius Black's purpose, and he doesn't know that everyone will be safe except that mouse.

"Albus, since he can sneak into Hogwarts without anyone finding out, I'm afraid we..."

"Yes, Minerva, we can't keep the children sleeping in the Great Hall." Dumbledore stroked the shattered canvas again, "There must be a portrait to guard the gate in Gryffindor Tower."

"The fat lady is afraid that she can't continue to take on this important task, and her picture frame needs to be repaired."

"Well, we must find someone who has a sense of responsibility and clearly knows what we are facing, so as not to panic..."

"In that case, Headmaster, I suggest Sir Cadogan on the fourth floor!" interrupted Filch.

"Argus, your suggestion is very good, but I have to say that Sir Cadogan is not capable of protecting the door of Gryffindor Tower after facing an attack..." Dumbledore's words shocked Professor McGonagall and the surroundings. All the portraits can't help being sluggish - as long as the painting is torn apart, who won't escape?Who can stay in such a broken picture frame and guard the door.

"...Fortunately, we still have a choice, Argus, please go to the second floor and move Hercules' picture frame here, we will have to trouble it for the rest of the day."

Crack...the jaws of all the portraits fell off.

There was also an extremely strange expression on Filch's ugly face.

Only Professor McGonagall, who didn't know what Hercules was, was at a loss—no matter how capable she was, it was impossible for the headmaster to know the origin of every painting in the castle and even their names.

"Principal..." Several portraits next to him couldn't help twitching, an old monk trembled, "That's, that's—the only one left by the Duke of Slytherin..." Even if it wasn't for the baby after so many years That's right, is it really okay to take it so rashly and be destroyed by that lunatic?No, no, that's not the problem, the problem is to let the snake drawn by Slytherin guard the gate of Gryffindor Tower? !Merlin, the principal is crazy.

"Oh, and because of that, the painting of Hercules is so powerfully enchanted and protected by Hogwarts that not even I can destroy it."

The principal with the white beard finished speaking seriously and calmly, and there was no sound around. Professor McGonagall chased after him in surprise, but saw Dumbledore winking at a painting very softly when he went downstairs and said: "Please, Your Excellency the Duke." .”

She opened her eyes wide in horror, and looked at the black-haired green-eyed boy in a gorgeous and noble outfit in the painting with a blank expression, and the trembling fingers fully demonstrated that its owner was so angry that he could barely speak a word.

——Albus Dumbledore Where did he want the snake drawn by Slytherin to guard the gate of the Gryffindor tower, he wanted the honorable Duke of Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, to Gryffindor Multi-tower gatekeepers!Merlin!

Professor McGonagall made a wrong step and fell down the stairs.