Slytherin's eyelids jumped as she looked at the broken hat in front of her, and she regretted why she didn't let Rowena draw a wand for herself when she painted the portrait...

"But I remember that Rowena painted this picture for you, and to be honest, neither you nor Godric's hands are coincidental, and this kind of thing is really not for you—" The Sorting Hat was still babbling.

"To the point, you should have some guesses, right?" Slytherin looked disapprenantly at the hat in front of him.

"Swords, crowns, cups." The Sorting Hat was not ambiguous, and directly said what he thought.

"Actually, I don't think they're so vague, if these were the things, Voldemort should have found out a long time ago..."Egg turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "What do you say, Professor?" ”

"I can't say, in my opinion, the only thing Voldemort can count as a high-profile look is in the dark arts, and even I don't dare to say that he knows more than him in this regard, and as for alchemy, according to your words, Egger is a scum." Dumbledore smiled happily, "How can you expect the Mirror of Eris to be so good?" ”

"Besides," Dumbledore pondered, "I think Voldemort only collected these things because of the symbolism of the objects themselves, and I don't think he would care if they were actually used..."

"So here's the problem, if we're going to verify it, we'll need to get Voldemort's soul out without destroying the Horcruxes, but there's really nothing to do about it at the moment..."Egg looked at the portrait on the wall and spread his hands.

Slytherin was also a little helpless, although he knew about Horcruxes, but to be honest, he was very dismissive of such things.

The broader the horizon, the more people disdain immortality, and everyone understands that there is no free lunch in the world.

So this means that even Slytherin can't do anything good.

"Split Souls..."Dumbledore sighed with a slight emotion, "Even now, I can't help but be amazed at his achievements. ”

"When it comes to the soul level, I think there is a way." Dai Lisi in the portrait on the wall shook her head helplessly: "This is a forbidden area for the living, humans can't touch it, even wizards can't do anything..."

Slytherin's face looked a little gloomy, but it was calm, and the millennium of waiting had made his patience surprisingly good, as long as it wasn't in the face of a poisonous egg, of course.

"When it comes to the soul... A forbidden area for the living... Humans can't touch it..."Egger thought in some confusion: "I always feel like I want to forget something, it's on my lips, but I can't remember..."

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the expression of the Slytherin on the wall suddenly became excited: "Dementor! ”

"That's right! Dementors—" Egger laughed meaningfully.

Half an hour later, the Dementors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were carried by Egger to the headmaster's office by the neck.

"I'm going to treat you to a big dinner today, are you happy?" Egg looked at the hood of his black robe with a smile.

The Dementor shrank a little uneasily, whimpering with something, Egg's face was unclear, but it didn't matter, Egger didn't plan to talk to him too much, looked at the crown that was placed on the table by Dumbledore, Egger pointed to the crown: "As soon as the things that come out of it come out in a while, you will immediately suck it off, if you can't suck it off, I will let the group of students suck you off, understand?" ”

Dumbledore stood a silver-white phoenix on his shoulder, looking at the Dementor in Egger's hand with a flat face, and a strange and terrifying gasp came out of his mouth, the Dementor looked at Dumbledore and nodded slowly, but the movement was stiff.

Slytherin looked at the Dementor in front of him expectantly, and to be honest, it was the first time he had a crush on the Dementor...

Iger turned his head to look at the crown and hissed, "Open!" ”

With a 'boom', a large black mist diffused from the crown, and Egger threw the Dementor in his hand at the crown: "Go! Dementor Hill! ”

The Dementor swooped into the black mist, lifted the mask from his face, and opened a large hole in his blood-crusted face, and kissed it at the crown.

Iger only saw a small dim spot of light in the crown 'swish' into the Dementor's mouth, and then the black mist disappeared instantly...

"Finished?" Egg turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Looks like this..."Dumbledore looked at the unfinished Dementor in front of him with an expressionless face, Egg stepped forward to pick up the crown, and the Dementor floated quietly beside Egg, trembling and looking distressing.

Damn, really? Iger looked at the crown in his hand with a bewildered expression.

"You... Try wearing it? In keeping with his traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young, Egg handed the crown to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "......"

Fawkes is right, this kid is a demon, right?

"If I'm okay with it, then I'm going to put it away." Dumbledore's pale blue eyes glanced at Egg with a smile, and he reached out to take the crown, and then saw Egg casually clasp the golden crown on his head.

"How can an old man do such a dangerous thing? I'd better come..."Egger said with an honest and kind look, without thinking about it.

As soon as the crown reached the top of his head, the portraits on the walls of the office suddenly stood up and looked at Iger with shiny eyes.

"There's... What does it feel like? Phineas asked, looking at Egger with a blank look.

"Clear-minded?" Lady smiled happily.

"Could it be that a lot of knowledge has been instilled in your head?" The old pedant Armando looked at Egg expectantly.

"emmm..."Iger pinched his chin and felt it carefully, then raised his hands above his head and shouted, "Come out!" Dragon! ”

“……”

There was an eerie silence in the office, and a group of portraits stared at Egger with wide eyes.

Dementor: "??? ”

Dumbledore looked at Egg a little blankly, and wondered for a while, the legend is the opposite? Can this crown make people stupid?

"I'm just going to see if there's any magic effect, don't look at me like that..."Egg smacked his lips, picked up the crown on his head and shook it: "Looks like... I don't feel much, but I feel an inexplicable feeling of blessing to my soul... This thing can't be fake, right? ”

"No, it's true—" Slytherin laughed, not knowing whether to laugh at Egger's stupidity or what.

"Extraordinary money is the most precious treasure of mankind...", Iger muttered, "There is nothing wrong with it..."

Slytherin gritted his teeth and looked at Egger with a painful face: "Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious treasure of mankind!" You human being who is more greedy than a goblin..."

"Calm, no one doesn't like money..."Iger licked his face and said nonchalantly, "So, the legend is fake?" Doesn't this thing increase human intelligence? ”

"It depends on what you mean by wisdom." Slytherin raised his chin indifferently: "If wisdom only equals wisdom in your eyes, then obviously you are not even qualified to wear a crown. ”

"Hehe... Although not eligible to wear ... But can I destroy it, believe it or not? Egg sneered and looked at Slytherin, the tip of his wand swirling slightly.

"Are you the devil?" Slytherin looked at Egger with some breakdown.

"Less nonsense, tell me, how to use this thing?" Iger fiddled curiously with the crown in his hand.

"Elixir, you know?" Slytherin looked at Egger.

"Not only do I know, but I've also drunk it," Egger smiled.

"People habitually refer to the elixir of fortune as a potion of luck, but in fact, the elixir has nothing to do with luck." Slytherin explained in a flat voice.

"This can't be, what I do after drinking the elixir is all based on intuition, how can it have nothing to do with luck?" Iger pouted.

"Mr. Slytherin is right, Egger..."Dumbledore whispered softly in his ears: "The elixir has nothing to do with luck, the effect of the elixir is to greatly increase people's sensitivity to various things, as well as the judgment of external information, as well as improve your abilities in all aspects, such as social skills, magic skills, or reaction skills..."

"That is, it has nothing to do with luck?" Egg blinked at Dumbledore.

"Looks like Potions isn't a good course for you..."Dumbledore sighed slowly, "God, Snape is going to cry..."

"Rowena's crown, you can think of it as a permanent elixir, you know?" Slytherin said, looking at Egg.

Blinking his eyes, Egger looked calm, and silently stuffed the crown into his arms: "Let's give the Dementors a sip of the gold cup too, shall we?" ”

“……”

"Wow... This kid is greedier than a goblin..."Phineas looked at Egg in shock.

Egger didn't think he was greedy, at most he was a little curious, and he wanted everything he saw.

This should be considered a collector's habit, not greed...

"Is there any message in the crown?" Slytherin stared at Egger.

"This is really not..."Egger spread his hands helplessly: "No one talks to me or asks me if you want to really live, at most you can only think more clearly..."

"Besides, the timing is not right, I think you should know that Lady Helena once stole his mother's tiara, which also led to the final depression of Ravenclaw, and in terms of time, there should be little time to leave a legacy in the tiara." Dumbledore's voice was slightly low, "The location of this crown has been a mystery for thousands of years, until Egg turned it over..."

It was evident that Slytherin was a little disappointed, and the desire to see his old friend again for thousands of years washed over his heart like a tide.

"Then look at the gold cup, what about the gold cup?" Slytherin looked eagerly at Egg.

"Here, open!" Iger hissed in his mouth, picked up the golden cup and placed it next to the Dementor's mask, and the Dementor sucked it, and another wisp of mutilated soul disappeared under the Dementor's mask, like sucking jelly...

"What is this thing for?" Egg looked at Slytherin curiously.

"The utensils that Helga made for the elves to hold food have a lot of space in them, and they won't spoil no matter how long they are left..."Slytherin stared at the golden cup in Egger's hand.

"Hey~" Iger put the golden cup in front of him, and looked inside with his eyes open and closed: "Lady Hufflepuff, are you in there?" ”

For a long time, there was no sound in the room, Egger turned the gold cup upside down and shook it down: "Hey~ Is there anyone inside??" ”

Slytherin's gaze quickly darkened, and he looked extremely lost.

Facing a room of strange eyes, Iger casually stuffed the golden cup into his arms: "It seems that there is no one in it..."

"And then there's the Gryffindor sword..."Egger grabbed the Sorting Hat and reached inside, and in an instant he took out a silver shining sword, flicked it lightly on the sword, and put the sword to his ear, Egger's cautious and somewhat cheap voice sounded: "Gryffindor? Are you there? ”

“……”

Slytherin gave Egg a strange look in his eyes, then turned to look at the Sorting Hat and roared roughly, "Are there only these three clues?" ”

"I'm here... There are only three..."The Sorting Hat shrugged a little as he dodged Slytherin's gaze, "You only gave me a part of your personality in the first place, but you don't have any memories of you, so I can't do anything about it, oh... Don't look at me like that, I'm a sorting hat..."

Facing Dumbledore's direct gaze, Egg was not embarrassed to stuff the sword into his arms in the end, in fact, it was of little use, where the sword was depending on where the Sorting Hat was, even if it was placed in the elven vault, it would also disappear when it was time to disappear.

"You can see it, it's not that I don't help you, it's that I really can't do anything..."Egger patted the traceless stretch bag on his chest, he had gained a lot today, and it was impossible to say that he was not happy.

"But since you said that ordinary wizards leave their own mark, then these two things may be used at any time, so I will keep them on my body first in case I need them." Egg said with a grin as he looked at Slytherin.

It wasn't until Egger left with the Dementor's neck dangling that the headmaster's room was quiet again, and for a long time, Evra in the portrait burst out laughing, looking at the puzzled eyes around him, Evra looked at Dumbledore happily.

"Maybe one day that little egg should be the headmaster, and his goose-plucking personality might be able to lead Hogwarts to glory..."

There was a loud burst of laughter in the room.

Slytherin ended up staying in the Headmaster's Office, and it has to be said that the news of the portraits of Slytherin came out of the mouths of the portraits in the Headmaster's room, and then from the portraits in the castle to the ears of the students, and this process completely set off a storm, and the students of the whole school wanted to see what the giants of a thousand years ago were like.

The Slytherin students are crazy and walk floating...

Even Snape couldn't resist his curiosity, and casually made an excuse to visit his former dean's office...

Snape's eyes were very strange when he saw the eighteen-year-old boy in the portrait, so he casually made another excuse to leave.

On the other hand, seeing that the portrait of Slytherin appeared a thousand years later, the Gryffindor lion cubs were not calm, and they all gathered around Egger in the hope that Egger could find Gryffindor as well.

The gossip of a group of lions annoyed Egger until Egger smiled and asked them if they would like to send them to Gryffindor in person.

"Is that really Salazar Slytherin?" Hermione sat next to Egg and whispered, her eyes full of undisguised curiosity.

"A portrait, at most, is given more by personality and memory, and not myself, what's so strange, there are so many portraits in the castle from a thousand years ago, the portraits of Sir Cadogan have existed for more than two thousand years, and the painting from a thousand years ago is an old antique, I heard that he once rode his pony and popped the dragon with a broken wand..." ①

It is said that there is an old man in the family who has a treasure, and when this old man has existed for a thousand years, he can sell it for a good antique price without his wisdom...