Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On the first night of the new school year, for Slytherin House, the atmosphere is very tense. In the speculation of other house animals, the head of Slytherin House will compete with the students who have just entered the house according to their strength and bloodlines. Find your own place, and then silently abide by the college rules that are said to be thicker than the English dictionary.In contrast, Gryffindor was a complete farce that night, telling each other what they saw during the holiday, taking out photos and small things to share, laughing and making noise without restraint, even the freshmen who had just been assigned.

They quickly settled into the atmosphere, and in unison would sneak handfuls of sweets or morsels from the dinner party, only to return with few people to eat, to throw or to play tricks on.Children who have just left their parents may be homesick or afraid or something, but that is definitely not in Gryffindor, and it is already remarkable that a few of them still remember to write letters to their families.

"Neither my parents are wizards. When I first received the admission letter, my father thought it was a prank. My mother said it was a liar, and almost kicked out Professor Bubaji who came to pick me up to buy school supplies."

"Professor Bubbaji?"

"Well, she said she taught Muggle Studies, so I figured I'd have a subject I could pass by the end of the term!" said the fair-haired girl, bending over with a smile.

"My mother is a wizard, and my father doesn't know about it until now."

"Ah? Then you?" Several freshmen were all curious.

"My dad travels all day and only comes back twice a month, and he thinks I went to a mission boarding school."

"Haha." The freshmen got to know each other very quickly, and the newly-baked lion cubs almost knew each other's family, their parents' preferences and eccentricities, the age of their siblings and whether they were wizards, and the topic even touched On their respective pets, they discovered that there was another freshman who was extremely out of gregarious sitting by the door, staring at the door with a pair of big eyes.

"Hi, who are you?"

She looks thinner and smaller than the others, not at all like an 11-year-old girl, who immediately arouses the curiosity and inexplicable sympathy and pity of the reckless lion-in this era, it is estimated that an 11-year-old girl can only eat one meal a day if her family is so poor. The child does not look even 10 years old.

"I heard it when we were in the sorting school. Her surname is Nix, and she seems to be the same as the professor who just came."

A girl in the third grade yelled, which immediately aroused everyone's curiosity.

When Harry and Ron went out of the dormitory to the common room, they saw Iris wearing a golden and red school uniform, with big clear and blank eyes, and said in a staccato, strange-sounding voice: "Why wizard, Learn, dance?"

"It's not a dance, it's a dance!" A fifth-grade girl ran over: "Hey, there is a dance in school. My sister teaches you to dance, first left, then... oops!"

The fifth-grade girl who was trampled to the ground was weak: "Why are you so strong on your feet?"

The Savior and his friends didn't have the courage to continue watching, especially Ron, whose lips were white and trembling as if a huge monster would appear in the common room any second.

After quietly touching the door, the two immediately put on the invisibility cloak after climbing out of the portrait.

"I'm going to bed!" The fat lady looked at them angrily.

"Come on," said Ron dryly, "we're going to the kitchen to get something to eat."

Because they were too terrified, the Gryffindor trio and Neville ended their dinner in a daze without eating anything. There were only some half-filled candies and some smashed snacks in the dormitory. With the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map in hand, even Hermione didn't object to them going out at night in violation of the curfew.

"Merlin, I think I have to skip class." Ron's face was pale all night.

"That's even worse!" Harry unfolded the Marauder's Map and began to look through it, "He's Sa..."

"Don't say that name!" Ron screamed.

"Hermione has already inquired about the Defense Against the Dark Arts in fourth grade Ravenclaw and Slytherin tomorrow morning..."

"Let the most terrifying dark wizard teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, what is Dumbledore thinking, is he old and confused?"

"Don't talk about Professor Dumbledore like that!" The savior was not happy.

"Am I wrong? The two Dark Lords at the Quidditch World Cup night are not as scary as our professor! Ginny, what should we do, the third-year Gryffindor Defense Against the Dark Arts class is tomorrow afternoon! "

Harry was a little dumbfounded. Fortunately, in the last school year, he broke into the head of Slytherin's office to meet and even ask him for help. Judging from that small contact, he hadn't reached the point of fear.So his equally troubled Ron said, "He won't eat Ginny in class."

"It's not certain, maybe we will be swallowed by the basilisk tonight." Ron muttered.

In the middle of the night, the castle was quiet. The two little lions finally reached the door of the kitchen. Just as they stretched out their hands to scratch the big pear, suddenly the picture frame moved away from it.

Harry froze in place with his arms stiff.

With black hair and green eyes, a robe covered with thorns and thorns was covered over a complicated lace shirt, just like Lockhart once tried his best to imitate, but his eyes were squinted and cramped, and he was staring at him coldly.

The body is completely covered by the invisibility cloak, so a right arm appears there in a strange levitation state.

"Salazar?"

The people behind got impatient and walked out with their robes in their hands.

Harry and Ron fell to the ground in shock.

Exactly the same, no, two Slytherins?They didn't touch anything that would make their eyes dizzy and their heads dizzy tonight. They didn't even eat the liqueur chocolate. How could they have hallucinations?

"Invisibility cloak?" Ling Cha had one more silver plate than Salazar, inside which were neatly stacked snacks that the two children had never seen before. The aroma made their hungry stomachs twitch even more painfully.

Salazar's sharp gaze made the Savior and his friends tremble even more. Ron felt that the gaze was like the eight-eyed spider he met in the second grade. It penetrated his skin and was so cold that it could cut his throat. I was looking at where he was delicious and where I could eat it, Merlin—he just watched Salazar with interest in such a clever invisibility cloak that even they couldn't judge correctly. .

[Harry Potter? ] Ling Cha looked at one of the Three Deathly Hallows with equal interest.

[Ah...] The savior instinctively agreed.

Salazar nodded imperceptibly, and could speak Parseltongue. Besides Aerys, there was only the so-called savior in this castle.

"Night tour, against school rules!" Ling Cha stared under the invisible cloak.

"Ah!!" The two little lions gasped in unison.

What could be more unlucky than going out at night on the first day of school and getting caught, most importantly being caught by such a scary professor!That must be the same as them, discovering that there are actually two Salazar Slytherins in front of them!

"However, since we are going to the kitchen..."

Ling Cha heard a louder stomach rumbling coming from under the cloak.

"...Then we didn't see anything."

Salazar continued with a blank expression, and turned around the corridor to the cellar.

Ling Cha followed after leaving behind a suspicious laugh.

The two lion cubs stood there stupidly, and Harry looked at the Marauder's Map stupidly, on which the names of the two Salazar Slytherins were getting farther and farther away from them.

Stepping into the kitchen dully, his eyes are full of house elves who are desperately hitting the wall.

"Momo is not a competent house-elf!" He bumped his head against the wall and shook.

"Hey, you can't help the honorable Duke!" He bumped his head against the fireplace, and all the dust fell down.

"Rupee can't make edible snacks!" This one stuck its head in the oven.

"Cory actually asked the Duke to do it himself!" The one hung his ears upside down from the ceiling.

"Leon actually cooked something that he couldn't eat for so many years!"

Scream in unison:

"Bad elves! Useless bad elves!!"

"..." Ron moved stiffly, "Harry!"

"what?"

"We should hide in the bedroom and eat candy tonight."

"you're right."

Before the house-elves had punished themselves, they couldn't swallow flour, wheat and other mess as food.

"By the way, Ron, the Marauder's Map needs to be improved."

"what?"

"It can't see the names of the people in the Room of Requirement, the Chamber of Secrets, and the kitchen!"

"I'll just say it!"