the lost castle

For all wizards in Britain, Gryffindor is a noun but not a personal pronoun, well, it's very confusing to say that a quarter of wizards in the UK claim to be Gryffindor, but I don't think there will be any When a person calls someone "Lord Gryffindor" in a signature or in a conversation, an extremely bad premonition arises spontaneously.

"My lord bishop, if we really leave like this, we may never see this strange castle again when we come back."

"...Count Robert, what are you trying to say?"

"If I don't go in, I may feel uncomfortable for three to five days and forget about it, but if I say it and His Excellency Gryffindor finds out, I will probably bring him back again. In that case, why don't you go in now to have a look ?”

"but--"

"As for the blood-loving bats that the bishop is worried about, they won't live in this kind of castle."

"why?"

"You also said that the Saxon palace did not appear on the ground in one day. There is really such a castle that can accommodate hundreds or even thousands of people. There are not many bats who don't care about the lives of civilians. Let's go all the way Come on, how can you see a living person?"

"I really don't understand why you wizards like to run into danger..."

Bella, who was closest to the door, had already seen the approaching figures, a sneer flashed in her vicious and cruel eyes behind her messy hair, those people who stood far away and kept approaching cautiously were holding long and wide Broadswords, wearing slightly shiny full-body armor, and some of them even pulled off their masks. It doesn't even look like the decorative armor that the Black family put in the corner, at least it has exquisite patterns and gorgeous accessories.

The only person who didn't wear the clumsy and crude armor had long chestnut hair, and was wearing a long cloak and robe. There was some heraldic lace on the corners of the clothes, but they couldn't be seen clearly. The handsome face with a bit of shadow still feels contemptuous.

Who would wear such old and outdated clothes.

Even if it's travel, such a careless person can be called an earl.

The corners of Bella's eyes started to twitch for a moment like everyone else beside her.

A bad premonition that I dare not even think about breeds in my heart.Sudden accidents, forgotten castles, and weird petrification, they dare not think about all the answers.

Voldemort looked even more gloomy at Earl Robert who had already walked to the castle gate.

The latter was obviously taken aback, and involuntarily took two steps back, while the knights who were far away were so frightened that they were almost ready to attack and run away.

Robert regained his composure and didn't dare to raise his head again. His gaze stayed on the wand in Voldemort's hand. There was a protruding part in the middle, but judging from the movement, he could recognize that it was indeed a wand without any hindrance, and this kind of The style is unlikely to be that of Ollivander, nor that of French Rimours.

It's really fun.

Everyone here should be a wizard.

Robert was standing at the gate of the castle, watching with a strange smile from the crowd of people with different expressions and postures who were always in a certain second. It didn't take much effort to judge this point. No, Muggles don't have such weird clothes that even he has never seen before, but the faces that don't match the expressions and eyes are really weird, especially when the eyes are all focused on him alone body.

After a delay of about half a minute, Robert stretched out his hand, and a light flashing fluorescent light slipped silently from the door in front of Harry.

With his back to the castle gate, Harry really couldn't see what was going on behind him, but he also guessed something from Voldemort's eyes on the opposite side, and he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to take his eyes off.

a wizard.

Although he knew countless times in the seven years, and even in the last year he had the consciousness that he would die in front of Voldemort's wand, and although the prophecy said that only one of the two could live, no matter how he thought about it, he dared not be negligent.He didn't face Voldemort alone, the Savior thought, Dumbledore had already made most of the arrangements before he died, and it would be very good if his death could end the war.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the long brown robe and cloak.

Then there was the profile, and before Harry could take a closer look, he was startled by a face that suddenly approached him.

"This dress is interesting!"

Robert muttered and pulled the T-shirt and white coat Harry was wearing.

"Why so thin?"

But it feels very good.

"What material? It doesn't look like the skin of magical creatures, nor does it look like aquatic plants..."

Harry froze there and let the foreign wizard "observe" and "test" him from top to bottom. No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help being annoyed, but when Robert turned to Voldemort who was opposite him, there was no discrimination. Harry finally couldn't help laughing when he was about to take a photo of it - it's just that he couldn't move a single muscle in his face.

Robert's distorted expression was obviously stimulated by Voldemort's appearance.

Pale and slender face, blood red eyes, no hair, no nose...

After Robert touched the Elder Wand with the expression of "what kind of creature" written all over his face, he seemed to want to take a good look at it, but obviously, people who didn't understand what caused this castle would Before the truth of the strange petrification, he didn't intend to change or take anything of the same.

He was a wizard after all.

But it was obviously no match for Voldemort's terrifying gaze, and he turned around to look for the next object.

Harry really thinks that this wizard is visiting a wax museum, uh, this term is what he heard Cousin Dudley and Aunt Petunia say when he was in third grade...

This was a wizard who knew neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Death Eaters, and he didn't know any of the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters - in fact, there was no such person in England.

No, didn't they hear it before that?Haven't even seen a Hogwarts wizard!There are none in the whole of Europe. Even if you are not British, even if you have not been to school, at least you have seen wizard enlightenment books and pictures.

"Is this a decisive battle? Or a family death fight?"

Robert made a full circle, pulling Malfoy's robes and Hagrid's beard.

"Count Robert..."

A middle-aged man in a black robe, holding a cross, and combing his hair timidly looked at the door.

"Ah, Bishop Galbert, look, it's really interesting."

"I can't see anything..." The bishop in black was silent for a while, and then continued, "I can only see this door, but I can't get close."

"it's a pity."

The two people standing stiffly at the door were clearly divided into two groups, and those who were tied up, those lying on the ground, and the blood dried up on their clothes and bodies—Count Robert felt that he could guess all of this. When one side clearly has the upper hand, they don't know what to be afraid of. The leaders (?) of the two sides held a decisive battle, but they didn't know what happened. Everyone's bodies were frozen in that second.

He bent down, carefully picked up the Gryffindor school logo on his school uniform under Neville's eyes that were about to faint, and after a long while, he touched his nose in doubt: "It's strange, why does this lion look like this?" look familiar?"

He looked at the school uniform decorated with gold and red without giving up, and finally found a name behind the collar.

"Neville Longbottom?"

"Boom!"

Navello's fat body slipped from Earl Robert's hands and fell straight to the ground.He showed an extremely frightened and bewildered expression. Although extremely stiff, his fingers convulsed slightly, as if trying to support something, sweating profusely as he looked at Robert, who was also startled.

"The magic is broken?"

Count Robert squatted there looking weirdly at the little fat man lying on the ground who was twitching exhaustedly and fainted, and continued to touch his nose in confusion: "It's strange, isn't it only the lost summoning magic and hell creatures that need names The medium exists in this world?"

Picking up the unconscious Neville from the ground with one hand, he strode out of the castle: "Bishop Galbert, I think we have a gift for Lord Gryffindor."

The author has something to say:

Crowd roar: Why Neville?Why should we continue to be wax figures?

Neville: ~~~~Because, because only my clothes have names on them, you are all abbreviations, only I am afraid that I will forget that is my clothes~~~~

It is said that Westerners like to mark their initials on their shirts.