Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The faint, sweet aroma, and the delicate and smooth taste of the wake-up water spread in the air.

It was when Hogwarts was not established, the smell of grilled fish from a spring in the Forbidden Forest, four people sat by the fire, he gently tore off a piece of grilled fish and put it in his mouth , no salt, sweet and delicate.

No, this smell actually reminded him of that morning after he was 28 years old. His consciousness was awakened by the gradually bright morning light from the silent darkness. The wind was warm, and the breath of vegetation and the moisture of the black lake were swept away by the wind. Come here, when he opened his eyes, the magnificent brilliance of the rising sun filled his whole body, and he hadn't seen the sun for almost 30 years.

It turned out that this was what he most wanted to recall, the warmest taste.

The astronomical observatory at Hogwarts is very high, and they can clearly see all the stars in the summer night. In fact, none of the four of them has the talent for prophecy, let alone understand the meaning of the movement of these stars.But obviously, the most cherished thing is often the one that has never been obtained, so he woke up there, because Salazar stayed there for several nights, the two of them, one hasn't seen the sun in 30 years , a man who has never seen starlight since birth.

The slender white fingers used the most accurate and delicate movements to remove the powders of several potions from the shelf, stirred them, and extinguished the flame bit by bit. The transparent and powder blue liquid slowly flowed into the bottle , Soul Refreshing Water is a rare and powerful potion, but also a poison with no solution.

Everything is like this, and it is often only when you lose that you realize how important it is.

They are always afraid of losing and carefully calculate everything, but find that the more they try their best, the more they lose. Mia is like this, three friends are like this, Helena is like this, even they themselves, Inevitably fell into this ending.

The bottle swayed gently at the fingertips, and the powder blue transparent liquid overflowed with a strange light under the firelight of the fireplace.

Cold and charming.

[Aerys, wait here. ]

The basilisk has regained its appearance as a little girl. Seeing that the owner was distracted, she quietly took out a frosted biscuit that had been put away from under her skirt. In order not to make a sound, she carefully licked it with the tip of her tongue, waiting for the biscuit little by little. Soften, carefully peel off and chew silently in your mouth.

[Dionysus]

The landscape painting hanging behind the table slowly opened a door to the inside.

Dust, dilapidated desks, wardrobes, beds that can't see the original color... It seems that the carefully furnished room is still in front of you a second ago. They always like comfortable places. Although they don't reject the so-called adventure, they always want to The way to let everything in my life follow my heart, of course, has something to do with Salazar's noble background. As for him, no matter who wakes up and realizes that he has transmigrated into the Middle Ages, he will feel dissatisfied. In that era, even the bed was hard enough.

Fortunately, they are wizards and the only heirs of the Slytherin family.

Wealth and magic can easily give them a comfortable environment, the highest grade camel hair carpet, cushions woven from the wings of rare magical creatures, robes with golden threads added to the cloth with runes, cups made of arctic magic lizard scales, Sfin The curtains were adorned with Feather's feathers, and the four-poster bed was made of potted aspen.

As soon as you open your eyes, all of these have melted away, and the limited things that have not turned into dust have already been scattered and broken, or have lost all their brilliance and are silent in the dust.

Even though Iris had seen it once in his memory, seeing with his own eyes that the dormitory that once belonged to him had been forgotten in the ashes for a whole thousand years, his fingers still tightened involuntarily.

He didn't feel it, it doesn't mean that time didn't pass in his deep sleep.

The dark green robe made of the skin of the American poisonous thorn dragon is still as shiny as new. Although most of the gemstones on it have fallen off, the vague trajectory can still clearly tell that the original location is a simple magic circle, isn't it? Defense is not some profound black magic, but just the simplest small symbol of the calming spell.

The person lying on the bed maintained his last expression and unconcealable emotions.

Ling Cha's hands didn't tremble, but when they touched the stone-like coldness, they suddenly trembled.

The fingertips paused between the eyebrows and eyes under the disheveled black hair, and a few faint wrinkles extended there.

Not counting the thousand years, he had been away from Salazar for a long time.

Before making Horcruxes, they were more cautious because it was difficult to control the time of their appearance. They were always pale and haggard in the mirror, but they always remembered to drink various potions to cover up.

When did these faint wrinkles appear between the corners of Salazar's eyes?

Unscrewing the bottle, the confusing aura of the wake-up water flowed out again, and it reached the stiff lips, and the pink-blue transparent liquid slowly dripped down, but the change was better than that of the anti-petrochemical potion made from mandrake. more quickly.

"Snapped."

The wrist that was stiff and hanging in the air fell directly on the bed.

From the skin in the throat to the arms, countless blood vessels protruded and then subsided instantly. A hoarse gasp of slight pain resounded from the throat, weakly enduring the convulsions like convulsions.

The toxin fused with the blood spread in the body, and it became colder and colder, as if life was being lost, and the warmth of being tightly grasped suddenly came from the cold palm.

The solidified green eyes slowly became brighter, and he moved his gaze down with difficulty.

In the next second, two pairs of equally deep green pupils met.

Startled, confused, stunned, all the expressions passed by in a flash, and finally became complex emotions that cannot be interpreted. His pale fingers trembled, but he couldn't hold back the other person. Salazar lay on the bed, his weak and hoarse voice was in his throat. Cackling, but unable to utter a single syllable.

The dagger carefully made by the goblin, the curse blessed by magic, and the toxin of the vampire, none of these can be lifted at once. Black and red blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. Hours of life, but at the same time, no matter what magical curses and curse effects can be effectively controlled, wake-up water was invented in the Middle Ages as a secret potion used by nobles to preserve their families in times of crisis.It is far more effective than the mandrake potion in dispelling petrification. However, after 1000 years of petrification, time, a terrifying magic that no one can escape, will soon act on Salazar in reverse. With the poison of soul water, death will come soon.

The paralyzing effect of the potion gradually calmed down the convulsive and stinging body, but the dark green pupils were gradually filled with gray shadows, and the palm held by Ling Cha became colder and colder.

A smile slowly appeared on the pale and colorless lips, and the blood still couldn't stop overflowing, blurring everything in front of him.

No need to say anything, because he understands everything.

The blood choked into the trachea, and it became more and more stuffy, and finally he couldn't breathe. The feeling of death was not terrible, especially the hand that was holding him tightly, which was so warm that he became unconscious. All go away from him.

As Salazar thought about it, he suddenly felt Ling Cha whispering something in his ear.

But he couldn't hear, and his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything.

The darkness that strips away all perception, the bone-piercing cold is death.

The soft touch seemed to come from a very far away place, and the powerful magic power made Salazar's consciousness gradually clear, and finally he tilted his head slightly with difficulty - there was a warm feeling on his lips, and the magic power was transmitted from between the teeth .

Before he could feel anything, his soul had left his body.

There is no confusion, no pain from the cold, and it is directly integrated into the warm place.

In the dilapidated ashes-filled room, there was no light, and the lips and teeth of the two people who looked very similar met, their long black hair was scattered together, and their fingertips were held together until they stopped breathing.

The body of the person lying on the bed turned into ashes and completely melted away. Time is always the cruelest magic.Immortality is always a joke, and you can't escape it no matter which way you use it.

Ling Cha slowly opened his eyes and straightened up.His pupils were dilated, and there was still a cold touch on his lips. He looked at his hands in a daze, and then suddenly smiled: "Ling Cha?"

The exact same voice came from the same thin lips a moment later, bending gracefully: "Well, I'm here."