Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"So, when we enter the Muggle world, don't take those things as folly... Duke?"

The black-haired and green-eyed boy slowly opened his eyes, with the same expression as before:

"Sorry, I have to accompany you."

Bow slightly to show etiquette. The banquet lasted for three days and just entered the second night. At the beginning of the night, the well-dressed maids served the food on the silver plate continuously. As if they didn't really exist, the only ones who can get close to the noble masters and guests are girls with pure blood.Regarding the behavior of the Duke of Slytherin, the other three people who had been chatting happily since yesterday did not have any doubts, and watched the young master of the castle leave the hall.

It was dark in the study.

What are you looking for?

Ah, the diary, yes, the most important thing!He had to leave a sentence in that diary.

Blood Curse, Locking Curse, Soul Control Curse... A diary has eight black magic blessings, what exactly is it for?

Memory is like a gauze-covered face, waiting for the moment it is opened.

"Whoa."

The diary automatically opened to that page, and there was a blank line below the sentence left late last night, and a few messy and beautiful words lay there quietly.

"I'll do it the day after tomorrow."

Picking up the quill and pausing on the next line, the dark night is so quiet that it seems suffocating.

"What about Mia? That's our daughter."

The pain that tore through the soul was as fierce as a knife and cone.Everything in front of me was blurred into swimming shadows and loud echoes, and I couldn't see or hear clearly.

Mia, daughter...

Blood red, bright red, all shocking colors, where is this?

The flames, the shrill screams, the maids who cried and fell beside them, and a large group of elves standing there sluggishly hitting the ground.

"Madam, Madam is still inside—"

"Bad elf, bad elf, bad elf without a house!"

Weeping softly, the child in his arms twisted slightly.

Mia, good boy, the only thing we can give you is this, without any constraints or curses, without bearing the fate of any ancient family, and live freely.

"... idiot, you ruined everything, ah - Nyx will curse your stupidity -"

From the heights of the burning castle came a woman's shrill cry:

"You will die like me, more painful than me!!"

The burning man jumped from the tallest tower, and fell straight down in front of him in terrible flames.

"Ah—" the maid and the house-elf screamed and fled back.

"...Family...Eris..."

The burning flame twitched and reached out to the crying baby desperately.

The frightened child cried louder, his little face was flushed by the flames, and his eyes were closed tightly.

I will never let you bear that ominous name, Mia.

Taking a step back, the voice was cold without any ups and downs:

"My lord mother who only believes in prophecies, aren't you satisfied with letting the centuries-old Slytherin castle be buried with you? Don't you want to get it, and now no one will snatch it from you."

The blood-red eyes stared resentfully in the flames, and were instantly engulfed by the flames, distorted into an indistinguishable scorched black mass, blown by the wind, disintegrated into countless ashes and dispersed.

The flames of hell that burned everything seemed to be torn apart, and the eyes were gray and black again, hazy and indistinct, with countless shadows swaying, "Ma'am, Ma'am is so kind."

"Thanks to Merlin, the Slytherin family has an heir!"

"No, there is one more, let me go, there is another child in my stomach..."

"Ma'am, calm down, you have no children, you just—"

"Leto?"

"I will have two children, I should have two children! The prophecy of the Nyx family is infallible... No, you hid my child, who is the heir of my Nyx family. He gave it back to me!"

"There is only this one, really only... Ma'am, look, how beautiful this child is, ah—"

What is the pain of suffocation? He had already tasted it when he first came to this world. His slender neck was tightly strangled, and his body was still completely out of control, and he couldn't even struggle.At that time, I was not afraid because I didn't understand anything, but the fear that recalled from the memory was frozen.

"Leto!!"

Warm arms and embraces, I was finally able to breathe heavily, but the sound was an extremely weak crying sound, followed by the feeling of powerful magic power stirring, father, what a distant vocabulary, the only memory of my father is the sound and magic power fluctuations.

"Are you crazy, are you going to kill your own son?"

"This is not my child! He killed my child!!"

She's right, I'm not his child, and I have memories that don't belong to this era.

His eyes turned black, and he fell into a dead silence unconsciously.

……

"'The child who decides the fate of the family will be born from the two oldest families. They own the day and rule the night...' The prophecy of the family is not wrong..." The old witch stroked the baby's face with her old fingers. The hoarse voice said, "Your Excellency, Miss Leto is the only heir left in the Nyx family. Let this child inherit the two families. This is the blessing of Nyx, the goddess of the night."

"It's hard for me to believe what you're saying."

The old witch, whose wrinkles were so deep that her eyes were sunken, smiled strangely: "Here, there are two souls."

All the memories come from the night, the meeting with the three of Godric, the banquet, the burning castle, the birth... By the way, before the age of 28, before drinking the soul fusion potion, the day does not belong to him.

"Determining fate, name it Dionysus, Daonysus, the god of dual personalities."

"Let your family and your family's prophecy meet your so-called goddess, this is my son, my heir! Leto is crazy, I just locked her up, as for you, Slytherin Castle does not allow you Take another step!"

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Duke."

……

Diary, page after page.From a child to a teenager, write to another self.

"She wants us dead."

The quill rests on the parchment, the soul can see everything experienced during the day, but has no way of knowing what the other is thinking, the ancient castle is empty, and the funeral music can be heard enough before he fully opens his eyes .The portraits of the masters of the Slytherin family were all burned. They did not smile, do not like, and did not show any interest. Day and night, there was a soul with wide eyes waiting for a fatal crisis from nowhere.

"What does father look like, have you seen it?"

This little diary is the whole of existence.

"Salazar, you are actually Salazar."

"It's us. You are me and I am you."

"Do you like that girl from the Aveling family? She is naive and stupid. She will die soon. When she gives birth to an heir, Mother will not let her go."

"You are right, but the night belongs to you..."

"...You are too much..."

Personality, behavior, and tone of voice, no one can find out, except for the memory that belongs to 1000 years later, what is the difference between us?The dead father knew, the old great-grandmother of the dead Nyx family knew, and no one was aware of the secret.

"She wants to make Mia her heir."

"Then, we can't be tolerated anymore, either kill her, or... kill her, Mia is still a child who doesn't know anything."

Even if he knew the fate brought by those three people, how could he stop it? Salazar was not alone, and he could not decide everything.

"You don't seem to like coming here with them much?"

"how do you know?"

"I like what you like, and I will do what you choose. There is no difference between us. It is the same in everything. Haven't you ever found out?"

No, not the same, really different.

"Hogwarts, what a nice name."

"Yes, that will be a, no, a place that countless wizards will never forget!"

The castle was still established, beside the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest, he could no longer wait any longer, his unfortunate fate was waiting for him, the ingredients for the soul potion had only just been prepared after more than ten years of searching, and he had to drink it before everything happened.

The last page of the diary.

"Is that guy Godric an idiot?"

"He just climbed out of our window in the middle of the night, and you petrified him and stood outside all night, Merlin!"

"The soul potion is at the most critical moment, and I am worthy of him for not giving him a separation."

"Actually, it's not necessary to have a soul potion. There's nothing wrong with us like this..."

"...I just want you to know what I'm thinking."