Hogwarts Asylum

In the corridor, a group of people, one large and one small, stopped under a wall with five portraits.

Draco remembered these portraits. When he was looking for the school hospital before, these portraits said particularly "beautiful" words.

These portraits seemed to be discussing something, but after seeing them coming, they all closed their mouths and remained motionless.

O'Loughlin looked at these silent portraits pretending to be dead and said calmly: "Salazar Slytherin is a weak and incompetent waste with no glory at all. He even beat Godric Gryffindor." but."

Draco stared at Orolin with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that the words he just heard came from Mr. Orolin's mouth. This was too...

There was silence in the cloister, no portrait was against Orolin, and no portrait was with Orolin.

Suddenly, Draco saw a silvery head emerging from the wall. It was the strange ghost he had seen in the Great Hall before. At that time, the bloody ghost was flying on the Slytherin table.

Bloody Barrow poked his head out, wanting to see who dared to slander the great founder of Slytherin by saying such outrageous words at Hogwarts in the middle of the night.

"Good evening, Sir Barrow, are you okay?" Olorin looked at Bloody Barrow with a smile.

Bloody Barro turned his head and went back with a straight face, as if he didn't want to say anything to Orolin.

"Tsk, why are you so serious?" Orolin muttered, then looked at Draco and said, "Let's go to the other side."

After Orolin and Draco left, a moment later, a chorus of curses suddenly rang out in the silent corridor.

"Him! How dare he! How dare he say such things!"

"Damn Mudblood! You haven't learned any proper etiquette at all!"

"He should have been fired directly from the beginning! He actually..."

"Salazar Slytherin is the most noble and great one!"

The portraits cursed fiercely, completely forgetting that they had only dared to pretend to be dead just now.

At this time, I saw a thick black lightning rushing out from the corner. It was White who happened to be passing by. He had just finished enjoying a piece of cake and was taking a walk. White sprinted up and scratched the middle painting with his claws. After it fell to the ground, it looked at the portraits with disdain and walked away.

The portrait that was shouting "Mud Seeds Go to Hell" just now was scratched without any time to react, while the other portraits were given a slap in the face first, and after White walked around the corner, the vicious curses rang out again.

"Damn beast, how dare it..."

"Sir Feng was killed!!!"

"what!!!"

"Ow!!"

White's cry rang out, and after another tearing sound, the three surviving portraits fell silent one by one, and silence finally returned to the corridor.

O'Loughlin took the confused Draco to another corridor. Most of the portraits hanging here were from Gryffindor House and Hufflepuff House.

O'Loughlin ignored the portraits of Hufflepuffs who were gathering together to discuss how to make afternoon tea more delicious. This group of wealthy witches could discuss this topic for eternity, and they actually had no sense of taste at all.

The two came to a painting in which several swordsmen in armor were discussing how brave they were when they fought with the rebels after Edward I's men invaded Scotland.

After standing still, O'Loughlin looked at the group of warriors and said, "After the Battle of Sterling Bridge, if the Scottish rebels had not swept across northern England and massacred a large number of innocent English people, Scotland would have won the War of Independence long ago. "

Orolin did not scold Godric Gryffindor in front of the portrait this time, because that would not arouse the most violent reaction. Only Slytherins would talk about the greatness of Salazar Slytherin. , A truly glorious person should not feel that he is glorious because of the glory of others.

Sure enough, the swordsmen in the portrait first looked at Eurolin, and then stood up and shouted angrily: "Shut up! It was the damn English who invaded and killed the poor Scottish people first! They are all damn executioners! We are the ones Soldiers of justice! We are here to remove obstacles and protect the safe evacuation of innocent people in Scotland!"

"I Gray (Clay, Ham, Ram, Steve)! In the name of Lord Protector William Wallace! I challenge you to a fair duel!"

The five swordsmen in the portrait reacted fiercely, and they even dared to challenge Olorin to a duel.

Olorin ignored them and turned around to leave.

Draco followed Orolin back to the consultation room with a confused look on his face. After sitting down again, Orolin poured out all the scented tea left in the previous cup and poured two more cups.

"Do you understand? Draco."

"What do you understand?" Draco couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"It's what I just said and the reactions of the different portraits."

"You wanted to provoke them, but the first portraits didn't react, and the second portraits reacted violently?" Draco said hesitantly.

"Yes, Draco, you're smart, so why do you think this happened?"

Draco was encouraged, but still said uncertainly: "Because they come from different colleges?"

"Excellent, Draco, you are indeed the smartest kid I have ever met. You can be more firm. Don't worry, it's okay if you say something wrong.

Go ahead, what colleges do you think they are from? "

Draco straightened his back, thought for a while, and said: "Those portraits at the beginning were from Slytherin, because you chose to say to them..." Draco hesitated, but ultimately did not repeat it. Oralin's words.

"And I remember them saying I was putting Slytherin to shame. Those in armor in the back, I'm not sure, but I heard them initially discussing their own prowess in fighting the war, which, according to the Sorting Hat, was Gryffindor."

After saying that, Draco looked up at Orolin with an expression that said, "I'm right, please praise me."

"Very well, Draco, Lucius will be proud of your intelligence." Orolin reached out and rubbed Draco's somewhat messy platinum-blond head, making it messier.

"Then let me ask you, why do those portraits from Slytherin pretend to be dead, while those from Gryffindor dare to challenge me to a duel?"

Draco was taught too much by his parents about the nobility of pure-blood wizards, about the greatness of Slytherin, about the inferiority of Muggles and half-bloods, and about the inferiority of other houses.

So the most important thing now is actually not Lucius's opinion of Draco, but Draco's opinion of himself. Only by facing oneself squarely can others face the same.

In order for Draco to accept himself in Gryffindor, he must first break through the countless layers of filters that Draco put on Slytherin, and then break the old and decadent pure-blood concept. The latter is more difficult, but the former is very easy.

Olorin did not give a conclusion directly, but guided Draco to think and draw his own conclusions bit by bit, because only in this way can he be convinced of his own ideas.