the lost castle

"That's—oh, Merlin!"

"Godric!"

This piece of dense forest on the edge of the Great Mire can see the terrifying scene of half the sky being reddened without going out. In fact, no one knows when the fire started, but they can vaguely feel the pungent pungent light from the abnormal light. The thick smoke had already passed, and the blond knight jumped up from Melville's side and rushed out of the woods. Both Robert and the knights of the Holy See showed surprised and dazed expressions.

Slytherin Castle...

Neville, who was afraid to move because he saw a dragon, watched in horror as Rowena Ravenclaw ran out behind Gryffindor in that gorgeous dress, shouting as he ran: "Dangerous, don't go there, Godric, blood red—that's a hellfire that can burn everything, that's black magic! There's no way to extinguish it! No! That direction is definitely the castle of the Slytherin family... ..."

In the night, groups of death-reporting banshees appeared, flying crazily under the night that illuminated half of the sky, and weeping strangely like laughter.

"Damn! Phew, if Melville hadn't been injured, I would have gone to the town outside the Abigail Mountains, Rowena, maybe we still have time...Robert, take care of Melville, and wait for me to come back! "

"Lord Gryffindor!" Merlin, God couldn't find such a wayward knight!

"Godric is right, maybe it's still too late!" The light of the fire made Rowena's fair skin turn a terrible bluish white, "Helga, we have to follow!"

Thinking of the beautiful and noble lady I saw at the banquet, thinking of the not-so-secret Slytherin family in England, and even more thinking of watching the four of them with sharp and cold eyes during the three-day banquet, Helga was shaken immediately, and several floating spells were immediately added to her body, and she chased after the other two.

The quagmire was full of moisture, and the flames ignited by magic devoured everything mercilessly. The black smoke filled the air, making people unable to breathe. The house elves and the maids and servants near the hall and porch escaped from the castle. Everything fell into the sea of ​​fire, making horrible screeching sounds, and some even directly began to melt and flow out various boiling liquids. Was the portrait evaporated?Oh, the portraits of the Slytherin family were burned more than ten years ago, and this ancient noble family has no life at all.

Blood red, bright red, a figure slowly walked through the shocking tumbling flames.

He was not tall, and he did not hold a wand in his hand, as if he was not walking in the hot flames. In fact, the horrible blood-red flames with black edges also slipped from his dark green gorgeous robes, like water drops. It should also be agile and light, but it does not leave the slightest trace.All of this would be inconceivable in the eyes of Muggles, but when wizards saw it, they would only draw a terrifying conclusion—these black magic flames that devoured everything were manipulated by this man.

Everything in the room has been scorched and peeled off, and the exquisite decorations and comfortable furnishings that were once there are completely invisible. There are many burnt corpses lying around, and only one long hair is left in a mess, leaning on the precious stone in the flames. The woman who was struggling with the magical protective items, her eyes had turned a terrifying blood red, suddenly raised her head to look at the figure standing not far away, and uttered an unbelievably sharp and vicious curse:

"What do you get for ruining all of this? You idiot, are you crazy?"

She tried to struggle with all her strength, but she couldn't move. The surrounding flames turned into darkness, oppressing her so much that she could barely breathe.

For three consecutive days of grand gatherings, not only the guests who came, everyone in the castle was exhausted. The fire started too suddenly. When Mrs. Leto found out, she had no way to leave, and what made her panic even more was, The magic power seems to be slowly disappearing, is there something wrong with the recovery potion she drank at the banquet?Or was the magic item used for defense tampered with while she was not paying attention?She must not just fall into a desperate situation like this, and she must not just die like this!

"How dare you come in front of me—death... oh, Ava... ah—"

In the tumbling flames, those lake-green pupils quietly stared at the crazy woman.

"Nyx will curse your stupidity, let me think, how long did it take you to avoid everyone setting up a magic circle that sparked black magic flames in this huge building? Two years, or three years? Stupid You'll get nothing but the ruin of this castle and those useless useless servants."

Those gorgeous and delicate jewelry-like magic items on her body are emitting brilliant and soft light:

"Since this flame draws out all the magic power around you, you can't use magic... huh?"

The pure white pearls woven into the curly black hair scattered and rolled down, fell to the scorched and flame-covered floor, and were quickly swallowed. Her slender and beautiful fingers were still tightly clutching the inlaid pearl on her chest The turquoise brooch, the pale face full of horror and disbelief, a sharp thorn sword pierced through her heart, blood fell into the flames, sparking bewitching sparks.

"Ten years, my mother."

The black-haired and green-eyed boy slowly let go of the fingers holding the sword, retracted them, and patted the ball tightly wrapped in a soft blanket in his left hand, with a calm and indifferent expression.

"..." The bright red liquid kept pouring out from the corners of her mouth and eyes, and the gray of death finally occupied her face horribly. With a kind of hysterical madness and fear, she stretched out her fingers vigorously, trying to grab her eyes. Teenager:

"I strangled you to death, I should have strangled you to death—!!"

The blood-red eyes stared sternly, and the horrific shouts tore apart the sound of the flames burning:

"You killed my child, the only heir of Nyx's bloodline! That is the only hope of my family, you took his life and everything, why don't you die, I cut it off so hard Your larynx, the water and milk you drink are all highly poisonous, why are you still alive!"

Slytherin took a step back, expressionless, expressionless, quietly watching the blood red with the black flame slowly climb up her body.Suddenly he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and tore the brooch inlaid with turquoise from the woman who was struggling in pain, causing a burst of more mournful and sharp curses:

"—Give it back to me! The Nyx family...no! I will never give it away...you don't want anything!"

She twitched and fell to the ground, her eyes were so blurred that she could hardly distinguish things, she was still staring at the shadow's direction with resentment, watching him disappear under the extended steps of the stairs.

The flames have burned everything that can be burned, and the reason why the huge castle has not collapsed is only because the person who controls the black magic is still inside, when he resolutely left and never looked back——

Outside the castle, a group of dazed and embarrassed maids and house elves who hit the ground didn't know what happened. Their cries were drowned out by the more and more miserable screams of those who had no time to escape.

"Madam, Madam is still inside—"

"Bad elf, bad elf, bad elf without a house!"

There was a cloud of blazing smoke, and there was a soft cry of a baby. The maids and house elves looked at the figure coming out of the turbulent flames in surprise, and uttered horrified cries, and then those who understood the truth were already struggling to escape. .

"Did you think it would all end like this? You idiot, you ruined everything, ah—Nyx will curse your stupidity—"

From the heights of the burning castle came a woman's shrill cry:

"You will die like me, more painful than me!!"

The burning man jumped from the tallest tower, and fell straight down in horrific flames, before Salazar Slytherin.

"Ah—" all the maids and house elves screamed and fled back.

"...Family...Eris..."

The burning flame twitched, and desperately stretched towards the blanket that Salazar was carefully embracing with his left hand, and weak cries came out from there.

"My lord mother who only believes in prophecies, aren't you satisfied with letting the centuries-old Slytherin castle be buried with you?" In the firelight, the complex dark blue magic runes on the dark green robe faintly flashed, Slytherin He took a step back, his voice was cold and unwavering, "Didn't you want to get it, now no one will snatch it from you."

The pair of bright red eyes oozing a lot of blood stared resentfully in the flames, and then were instantly engulfed by the pitch-black flames, distorted into an indistinguishable scorched black mass, blown by the wind, disintegrated into countless ashes and dispersed.

Then, those house elves and maidservants who were screaming and desperately trying to get up from the ground to escape, some clever ones jumped into the quagmire desperately, trying to avoid the terrible spreading flames, but this fire can burn everything.

For them, this change was too fast, and too sudden and terrifying.

Many of them are still in incredible sluggishness, so they die the fastest.

The smoke and dust blown by the wind became heavier and heavier, and almost anyone who entered the quagmire was covered with it. Godric rushed towards the flames at the fastest speed, and saw countless magical creatures that were hard to see in normal times along the way. You can't imagine that there are so many lives and they don't care about anything else, just fleeing desperately. Rowena wanted to stop and catch two or three rare creatures along the way. The little guy finally gave up in pain.

The closer you get, the more shocking it is, the fire is very powerful.

The castle they have been familiar with for the past three days can only see a twisted and deformed outline in the firelight, and it is separating and collapsing in a strange and terrifying way.

Godric Gryffindor's pupils constricted violently, and the expressions of the two people behind him also changed.

"Salazar—"

Don't die.

Wizards cannot be burned to death, but black magic is another matter.

They came too late.

The wind blows up the scattered dust, and nothing can be seen in the thick smoke, some scorched pieces of exquisite clothing, rubble and stones, deformed gold and silverware, and they even saw those who escaped from the castle, but they still couldn't escape there. The protracted flames, they struggled and cried in the flames and their deformed shadows, some fell into the mud and were burned and rolled with the mud, some ran and fell to the ground, and the flames swallowed them from their legs in an instant , the shrill screams in the hot air were blurred and distorted.

"Salazar?"

No thoughts, no time to think about how the fire started, the person they just met three days ago, who has a pair of deep lake green eyes and never smiles.

"Look around, Salazar won't die."

Rowena nodded along with the blond knight. She believed in that man's ability, just like she believed in what she could do.

The world of wizards is very narrow, a few hours of understanding is enough to overcome the regret of not finding a close friend in their lifetime, there is nothing like having a more pleasant conversation with someone who knows more profoundly than you and has more powerful magic control than you .

"Damn it, if Melville hadn't been hurt..."

"The smoke is so thick that even a dragon can't fly too low."

"At least from the heights, we can find him as soon as possible. The fire is coming...Damn it, is it going to burn this big quagmire?"

The pearl and pink diamond hair accessories on Rowena's long hair were lost, but she obviously didn't notice that the tea-blond hair was in a mess, and the faces of the three people were covered in mud and black smoke, and they were extremely embarrassed.

"Listen, Helga, what is that sound?"

The calls for help and screams have gradually disappeared, the collapsed castle, the sound of burning, and, crying?

"Reporting the banshee?"

"No, it's not loud, and it sounds like—"

"Baby's?"

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The air was hot, with smoke in the wind, but it was unbearably cold.Walking from a place too bright into the dark night, one foot deep and one light foot, Salazar Slytherin almost forgot the levitation spell, hugging a child in a soft blanket, in the night where the road can't be seen, no direction Walking along a road that I don't know where it leads.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that I have traveled a long distance but cannot see the vast forest of the Abigail Mountains.

It's getting colder, but it's hot behind me, the flames are almost here.

"Salazar—"

Maybe it was a hallucination, that Gryffindor, whose blond hair was stained by the smoke flying into the air, sweating profusely from running, and wearing knight light armor, was as eye-catching as a bright light that suddenly appeared in the boundless night.

"Cough, cough... let's go!"

Godric was always the one who did it faster than he said it, and didn't wait for Slytherin to stop, he rushed to grab his hand and ran forward, "The fire is coming!"