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"I didn't expect you to become what you are now, Miss Dorment," Salazar Slytherin shook his robes gracefully and sat in his elegant armchair, "a walking corpse."
His soft long black hair was tied up with a silver ribbon, and his dark green robe had a low-key snake pattern, which was lifelike in the light.
"As a teacher," Salazar frowned and said slowly, "I feel very disappointed."
Doment smiled and replied: "Really, where is my old lover?"
"There is only one portrait left, and the only way you can go is up, down, left and right," Doment mercilessly mocked, "Are you a squashed ant or a withered flower? Do you think you are very pretty when you are an old man who has not lived to be 200 years old?"
"Ha! I forgot, you can still hang out with other portraits, right?" She taunted loudly, "Does Sir Cadogan, whom you hate the most, often invite you to ride his cute little pony? Huh? Or are you not worthy?"
No matter how well-educated Salazar Slytherin was, she would still make her brain swell with anger from time to time: "I'll say it again! We are just teachers and students! Not lovers!"
"Then who put his head on my lap and said he wanted to be my little snake for the rest of his life? And who was tired of sitting on the sofa with me all day long, wanting to hug or kiss me?" Doment bit out the words, "Teacher?"
Salazar was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He resented for a long time and cursed fiercely: "Patricia Domente!"
Intention: Make things up rather than seize inspiration.