Every Slytherin had seen it.

But every Slytherin couldn't recognize it.

"There's no Slytherin name in the Animagus registration book." Ron flipped through the book in his hand, and not only did he not find the words "Salazar Slytherin", but he also didn't find "Godric Gryffindor".

"The Ministry of Magic was only established in the 17th century," Hermione corrected him, "and the Big Four lived more than a thousand years ago."

Ron blushed, nodded heavily, and closed the book.

The following days.

Harry was not able to enter the Slytherin common room again. The Snake House was a little frightened and strictly scrutinized every young wizard who came to the underground area, even the Hufflepuffs.

After all, the non-stop whirlwind spell affects the normal life of every little wizard.

Just a few days.

The little badgers had several conflicts with the little snakes. Unexpectedly, Slytherin did not gain much advantage. In fact, the more the fight went on, the weaker their momentum became.

Finally agreed upon boundaries.

Using the kitchen as a dividing line, Slytherin can interrogate young wizards who go beyond the kitchen area.

The Hufflepuff side said that they understand your concerns, but the kitchen cannot be affected, this is the bottom line!

It's not like Harry is completely without a chance.

He set his sights on a Slytherin girl named "Tracy Davis" - a half-blood little wizard in the same grade as himself, who grew up completely in the society of ordinary people and was at the bottom of the Slytherin contempt chain.

Being excluded and bullied.

No friends - if you count Hufflepuffs, then there are one or two.

She is so withdrawn that she even goes to the bathroom alone. Hermione will drag Lavender and the others along. Girls always have a strange habit of going to the bathroom together.

Harry tracked her down and followed her into the bathroom.

Wait until she finishes her personal problems and comes out of the cubicle.

"Axil!"

The seal is cast.

Get the answer to the question he cares about most, a new password - "fangs".

He cast a Stunning Spell on her, plucked a strand of her hair, dropped it into a brand new bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and drank it in one gulp.

It tastes different from Graham's.

Spicy and astringent, it feels like gunpowder choking your throat.

Harry quickly turned into a little girl. He waved his wand, changed his robes, took off her glasses, put them on his own face, and walked towards Slytherin.

No one cares about this little hybrid snake who has almost no presence.

Say the password and enter the common room.

As he stepped forward, a whirlwind blew up his robe from bottom to top - Harry quickly reached out to cover it.

There was no noise around, everyone was just doing their own thing in silence.

It doesn't seem like bullying.

Are you trying to protect yourself from the invisibility cloak?

Fortunately, I didn't act rashly and used the invisibility cloak to explore the way.

He held the book in his arms, walked to the corner, tried to hide his presence as much as possible, and looked around the underground public lounge that looked like an aquarium.

There are many paintings of snakes, four or five in total.

Which one is it?

Do I have to steal them all?

Pretending to do his homework for a while, Harry quietly got up and walked to the first painting.

In the portrait, seven or eight snakes were twisting, their eyes fierce, staring at a lion that was hunting and showing off its might, and a few sounds came out of their mouths - in Harry's ears, it was a complete sentence.

"Mrs. Morris is very real."

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that this might be the painter's idea. He injected his own thoughts into it. Perhaps because he did not understand snake language, he just did what he wanted.

very good……

At least there is a way to tell.

Harry walked to the next picture of a snake. It was a giant python, with shiny black scales and full of majesty, but from time to time he would utter a sentence from his mouth: "I was deceived, they said it was a Veela, but they found me a goblin. It's worse than a troll!"

The life of painters is really interesting.

Until the fourth painting.

The drawing paper was occupied by the sparkling lake water, with the outline of Hogwarts Castle vaguely visible in the distance, and a slender green snake slowly crawling away into the distance by the lake.

The moment he saw it, his intuition told him that this might be the portrait of "Slytherin".

According to the ancient rumor, in his later years, Slytherin disagreed with the other three giants and left the castle alone.

Harry moved closer.

In the portrait, the green snake said: "I am the great Salazar Slytherin. The snake speaker can inherit my legacy in Hogwarts. Go and search in the castle."

"Shout 'Open' to the Immovable Snake, and you will be able to enter my secret room."

A snake that calls itself a "Slytherin"?

Sure enough, it seems that this is the painting I am looking for.

Just in case, he checked the remaining few paintings.

"One hundred thousand Galleons, one hundred thousand Galleons!"

"I am the greatest painter among wizards. That Monet said I am not good enough. Ha, I don't know how he can paint after losing his eyes."

None of them are serious snakes.

Get the final result.

Harry returned to his desk and began to do his homework seriously, refilling his Polyjuice Potion from time to time - during his extra detentions, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall had assigned him a lot of papers, and he couldn't be perfunctory.

Until curfew begins.

The number of people in the Slytherin common room gradually decreased, but there were still three people squatting by the fireplace, apparently to keep watch to prevent the blind thief from suddenly breaking in again in the middle of the night.

Harry continued to wait.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The three men felt sleepy and lay down on their chairs, dozing off.

Harry stood up, took down the painting, stuffed it into his robes, put on his Invisibility Cloak, tiptoed carefully to the door, opened it a crack, and slipped out.

On the way, he woke up the little witch who was stuck in the bathroom.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione and Ron were also waiting - strictly speaking, only Hermione was waiting, because Ron had fallen asleep, and he was muttering something, but it was no longer the laws of Transfiguration, but something related to spells.

The portrait was pushed.

Hermione couldn't see anyone, so she asked softly, tentatively: "Harry?"

After a moment, the response came from beside her: "It's me."

It was a girl's slightly childish voice.

"You..." Hermione looked in the direction where the voice came from and hesitated.

"The Polyjuice Potion isn't wearing off yet," Harry replied, without removing his Invisibility Cloak.

"You turned into a girl?" Hermione was surprised.

"Well, this identity is easier to take action."

"Has the portrait been found?" Hermione demanded.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, a little too simple for Parseltongue."

It's more troublesome without Parseltongue, but it's not like I have no clue at all...

But this talent that does not belong to him does bring him a lot of convenience.

He took out the portrait and spread it out on the table.

A beautiful landscape painting.

"Where is Slytherin?" Hermione asked a little confused.

"It's in the lower right corner, a very small strip." Harry reminded.

A small green snake was moving away from Hogwarts, flicking its tongue.

"This is Slytherin?" Hermione was surprised. "One of the greatest wizards, his symbol in the painting is such a small line?"

"I'll go get my hat, wait a moment." Harry walked away.

After a while he came back with his hat.

"I got the painting." Harry poked the Sorting Hat.

"You should let me sleep at this hour." The Sorting Hat muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Then you need to have a brain that allows you to sleep and rest." Harry nodded. "What is the second test?"

"What's with your voice?" The Sorting Hat poked its tip around curiously, trying to find the invisible Harry.

Harry reached out and clapped his hands impatiently: "It's not important."

"Well, if you'll take off your Invisibility Cloak, I'll tell you what the second test is." The Sorting Hat tried to bargain.

Harry slapped the table lightly. "Listen, I've had a lot of dealings with the bathroom recently. I don't mind taking you with me to deal with it again."

"There's no Ron to bathe you this time."

Ron muttered, "Hey, I don't want a bath, give me lamb chops."

"Did you hear that?" Harry asked.

"It really is." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Turn the picture over."

Hermione reached out and there was a rustling sound.

But the back is empty, there is nothing.

Harry took out his wand and tapped it: "Appear."

Ink slowly emerged from the blank spaces, extending out in branches and vines, quickly forming a complex map.

"This is..." Hermione hesitated. It didn't look like a castle.

"It's the Forbidden Forest." Harry recognized it at a glance, although some places have changed dramatically. "A map of the Forbidden Forest from a thousand years ago."

"The second test, do you see the location marked in the Forbidden Forest?" the Sorting Hat sang, "Go through the Forbidden Forest and get that thing back."

On the map, the location of the treasure chest was drawn, further away than the area Harry had explored so far.

We have to cross the territory of the giant eight-eyed spider and walk nearly twice the distance.

"Gryffindor as expected." Harry raised his eyebrows, nodded, and took off the invisibility cloak - the effect of the potion had worn off, and he could reveal himself without worry.

The expectation in Hermione's eyes turned into disappointment in an instant.

She also thought she could see a female version of Harry - even if it was in someone else's face.

Harry didn't ask about the Chamber of Secrets.

That was Slytherin's treasure. Although he was somewhat interested in it, but...what if there was magic in the inheritance that could detect whether one was a Slytherin, like the Sorting Hat?

I'd better wait until I get Gryffindor's inheritance before considering it.

He moved Ron back to the dormitory.

The next day, he wanted to lie in bed for the first time in a long time. After a lot of trouble, he finally solved the things that had been bothering him, which made him want to relax.

But often at this time, I would always be interrupted.

Professor McGonagall woke up each of the little lions.

"Last night, the Slytherin common room was robbed and a painting was stolen." She cast a spell on herself so that everyone in the common room could clearly hear her serious voice. "Did anyone among you do it?"

"I'd love to!" Fred yelled, "but you know me, Professor. I can't do it."

"And if we can do it, Slytherin won't just throw away a painting." George echoed.

Professor McGonagall glared at them, "This is no laughing matter, Mr. Weasley."

She paused and said, "I hope it wasn't done by any of you. Also, be careful of Professor Snape recently. He is very angry."

"Thank you for the reminder!" Fred applauded.

Professor McGonagall glared at them again: "One point deducted from Gryffindor! Mr. Weasley, don't bring your habit of fawning over Lockhart to me."

and……

Just keep the truth in your heart, why speak it out?