the lost castle

Even Gryffindor, who was jumping in his mind, was depressed by this group of weird people. He looked at Salazar Slytherin next to him suspiciously. Why is the locket in the Slytherin house Voldemort's Horcrux?No, although he is not very proficient in black magic, it makes no sense that he can't even distinguish a Horcrux from a normal magic item... How is this a Horcrux, and——

"Voldemort, who is that?"

"I don't know, I care more about that word than that." Helga said in a low voice.

"That's right, a Horcrux." Rowena's gaze at the group of people finally warmed up, but that kind of weird gaze was not a good sign.

"Horcrux is a very mysterious magic. The problem is that you can't experiment it yourself, so you don't know what it is lacking and how to remedy it... Godric, why are you staring at me? If you cut your soul In two halves, I really feel that it is too late to find a way to perfect this magic!"

"This name doesn't sound like an Englishman." Helga keenly felt that this name was the key to the problem.

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was terrified. This was the first time that the Dark Lord was evaluated as not being British... Cough, he is indeed, and this is not something the British should brag about. It's just that the Dark Lord insisted on speaking French. The name, the Order of the Phoenix doesn't seem to need to bear the responsibility of explaining this, right?

"You can't possibly know him."

Ron broke free while Hermione was in a daze. He spoke too quickly, and immediately blurted out, causing Rowena to stare angrily—she had never seen such an ignorant wizard before, and they all looked 20 He is still like a seven or eight-year-old child.

"why?"

"No reason, because here is..." Ron snapped his mouth shut.

Since this is the Middle Ages, how could anyone know Voldemort?Voldemort knew that the Dark wizards here were pretty much the same.

Wait, dark wizard?

Ron's face began to lose its blood color little by little, and then changed from pale to pale, and the last layer of blue-gray unceremoniously climbed up to decorate him, and his panicked eyes began to look at the people around him, hoping to get a negative and comforting reply. But looking at each of them, they all had Hermione's stiff and twitching expressions, and even Professor Flitwick stood there straight.

Wait, Professor Flitwick didn't faint!He is standing, does this mean that the problem is not so serious?

Perhaps Ron's gaze was too weird and surprised, causing the wandering Luna to turn her head and look at Flitwick, and the next second she cried out worriedly:

"Dean, Dean? No, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick passed out standing up!"

"..."

Professor Spell, who was so frightened that he didn't even have time to fall down, was lifted up to give first aid.

"... Are these people really wizards?"

Forgive Rowena for not being able to understand that the group in front of her are dressed in inexplicable ways, speak even more inexplicably, report their own names casually, and even rush into a mess on their own when facing strangers whose enemies are unknown. Not even cautious.This is not a wizard, even a Muggle of noble origin would not be so careless.

In fact, a group of people with their backs turned to this side were listening to Professor McGonagall casting the Restoration Curse on Professor Flitwick while whispering:

"Forget about it, everyone!"

"But the professor—" That guess can't be said, can't be said.

"What we need is to find a way to go back, not to ask about things that have nothing to do with us (Professor McGonagall, in fact, you also want to escape, don't want to know more, the more you know, the more you collapse...), and it's just a pendant Box, the inheritance of magic items is not blood, it doesn't represent anything..."

Well, if that's not the Slytherin locket.

Ron felt like crying. Why did he ask Harry curiously about the origin of this Horcrux.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​in a mess here, and the Malfoys are similar over there.

"Father……"

Draco stretched his head desperately to see the blurry figure over there. It wasn't that he forgot his family and forgot to be cautious. It's just that Ron's performance was too "outstanding and stupid", as long as anyone with a long brain would not Miss that guesswork.

Lucius knew that Voldemort had a Horcrux. Even if he didn't know it at first, he couldn't guess it after the diary caused an uproar. He even remembered that the locket appeared beside Voldemort.It's just that I never made this kind of association, and I didn't pay attention to the disappearance of the locket. A magic item, no matter how precious it is, it is still a magic item.

"Lucius—" Narcissa's tired and swollen eyes showed a look of fear.

The scarier thing than finding yourself in the Middle Ages is meeting what might be the founder of Hogwarts.

There is no Slytherin house yet, let alone any relationship with that lord. The Order of the Phoenix doesn't know what the most terrifying dark wizard in history is. Could it be that Narcissa, who has been pure blood for generations, doesn't know?

"You didn't expect a more terrifying thing..." Lucius stared at the forest, his tone trembling slightly.

"Father?"

"Lucius?"

"If Salazar Slytherin is only a teenager, when will Hogwarts be founded?"

Draco was stunned for a second, and then he felt that he saw the despair with eyes full of darkness and no light at all, compared to the days when Voldemort ordered him to kill Dumbledore's father and was imprisoned in Azkaban despair.

Hogwarts disappeared again without them.

According to the laws of time and magic, places and spells, they must coincide with the future time period before they can return to Britain in the 20th century. Voldemort will never be unwilling to cast a death curse on the savior. The question is where is Hogwarts? Ah, if they can't find it, they will never want to go back for the rest of their lives.

If you can't find a castle, you can wait for the castle to build yourself, which is a perfect idea.

Draco, who was aware of this, suddenly realized that his father's words had completely shattered the only hope.

20 years, at least at least... It will take 20 years.

Draco looked over there again from a distance, he was entangled that he didn't need a specific comparison, that boy with black hair and green eyes (it's even more entangled, isn't it, he is exactly the same as a certain scar head) boy will definitely not be older than himself, okay Well, correct me, it's definitely only 15 years old (Xiaolong, is it true that the Malfoy family guesses the age of beauties so accurately). Fifteen-year-old Salazar Slytherin, well, he's going to cry, and a bunch of Death Eaters are scared off by a Slytherin that age...and three others.

The blond knight, the red-haired woman with a gentle smile in a cloak, the proud noble maiden.

Who can deny that they are really not Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw!

Draco was on the verge of breaking down.

This has nothing to do with the difference between the Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix, the snake and the lion, purely because of reality ==.

"Hello... I'm really sorry for the previous faux pas, we... are really just lost." Hermione stood up and said word by word. If you ignore her twitching fingers and don't look at it, it can still be regarded as an expression Calm and stiff, "Excuse me, can you tell us how to get out of this... the dense forest of the Abigail Mountains?"

She stared uncontrollably at the blond knight leaning on the trunk of a poplar tree, and there was an unconcealable complex and worshipful look in her eyes.

If, just if, her guess is correct, then she must preserve this memory well.

Godric Gryffindor, in "Hogwarts, a School History", is called a knight of the most noble character.

Just where is that Gryffindor sword?

Or were they panicking in vain, and they were all talking to themselves?

"This...haha."

Godric withdrew his interested gaze, looked around and laughed, and walked aside. Following his movements, the armor on his body made a dull impact sound. The blond knight looked at Luo, who was staring at him with white eyes. Ina, Helga who understood and smiled gently, and Salazar who didn't look up at him at all, had no choice but to reach out and grab his hair dryly and laughed:

"Don't ask this question, ah ha ha."

"..."

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was silent, and the Malfoy family kept silent as if they didn't exist.

The night was dark and silent, and what a peaceful and peaceful night it would be if there were no thick smoke!What broke all this was far away, a loud cry came from somewhere in the forest:

"Lord Gryffindor - Lord Gryffindor - where are you? Have you lost your way again?"

In an instant, everyone who was panting gasped and coughed, including Rowena and Helga.

"what--"

Earl Robert, as a wizard, finally didn't wander around in the forest. He searched here almost half a minute after the shouting disappeared, and he turned into a phantom and passed the densely intertwined roots, Apparating Appeared In front of everyone.

Apparently, so many people surprised Robert, and he glanced at the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Before he knew it, a half-smile appeared on his lips, ah, some faces that were so familiar.

"It's him, he's the one who took Neville away!"

... Ron, can you not speak, no one thinks you are dumb.Hermione was completely helpless.

However, Robert no longer glanced at the members of the Order of the Phoenix with complex expressions, and stared directly at the person standing in the shadow behind the three Gryffindors holding Mia, staring at the thick smoke that hadn't dissipated for a long time before he understood. Enlightenment smiled:

"Good night, Lord Slytherin, I don't think this is the place for conversation, is it?"