the lost castle

"Melville, are you all right?"

Heshidili Black Dragon, who had endured the bony potion attack for a whole night, heard the voice of his own knight, sprayed a spark from his nose to express his contempt, and didn't even open his eyes.No, even the bishop of the Holy See and Earl Robert knew that after waiting for 4 hours without seeing Gryffindor return, they went out very consciously to look for it.Because the most distorted ability of its knights is not getting lost, but that he can always lead everyone astray ==

"Melville, I want to introduce you to a friend."

The corner of Heshidili's black dragon twitched.

introduce friends?Hmph, you just introduced two, two witches to me last night... or two very beautiful witches in the eyes of humans.Listening to your high-pitched voice, you must be more beautiful than the two witches last night, making you feel as happy as the hillside full of bright kapoks in your hometown.

"Hey, don't lose your temper—"

Throw a tantrum, it doesn't.

"You've been tired all night."

It turns out that you also know that it has been struggling all night without closing its eyes safely.

"Won't your hands be sore from the same posture all the time?"

Its knight is completely overwhelmed?Where did it get the "hand" from?

"I won't hurt Mia... Salazar, can you let go?"

Melville opened his eyes angrily, and after a long time of fuss, the knight of his family carefully smiled and comforted him, but he wasn't the one who comforted him?Very good, this time it recovered from its injury and said it could not fly, Godric Gryffindor!Humph, see how you find your way home without it! (…)

"Neville! Are you all right—"

This, who is this, dare to disturb the wrath of Heshidili Black Dragon?

The longbottom lion cub, who had just woken up rubbing his eyes in a drowsy sleep, froze there—oh, he seemed to have heard Ron's voice.He turned around slowly with his neck straight, well, he also saw Hermione and Ginny, what a wonderful dream, isn't it?

(Poor Neville, I can't believe my eyes anymore)

"Oh, poor boy."

Molly hugged the sluggish Longbottom lion cub in her arms with heartache.

"Look at how much you've lost and your clothes are so dirty... Sorry, kid, we didn't find you in time."

Neville Longbottom is no longer the cowardly lion he was six years ago, but in the face of this series of unacceptable changes, even the resolute character he cultivated in the war collapsed. For example, now, Neville Longbottom Wei had the urge to cry, although it was only a few days, but in a strange and strange environment, especially when everyone spoke at a distance, they would not express intimacy, Bishop Galbert and No matter how harmonious Earl Robert got along, there was an invisible gap between them. Wizards and Muggles, or no matter who they were, kept a cautious attitude and smiled.

Warm embrace, familiar smiles from friends, and Professor McGonagall, Flitwick...

"Mrs Weasley, what happened to Professor Flitwick?"

"Uh... he can't accept the reality, my dear." Molly Weasley also froze for a moment, and then patted Neville's shoulder lightly, "Let's not talk about that, come here, we will definitely find the way back The way, we have to find Harry first."

"Harry?" The Longbottom lion cub, who discovered the disappearance of a certain savior, looked around anxiously. When he came into contact with four people, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and he said cautiously:

"Mrs Weasley, you, you..."

How could they come back with Gryffindor and the fire last night...

"Meeting in the forest, you don't know, those Death Eaters were unlucky—"

"Ron!"

This time it was Molly who hurriedly stopped, staring at her eyes, and Ron immediately shrank back. Compared with Professor McGonagall and Hermione, he was more afraid of his mother, who made him the one who had the least sense of presence at home since he was a child .

"Can we really go back?" Ginny murmured as she stood far away.

"Merlin knows." Ron touched his nose and looked at Hermione:

"Have those thick-skinned Malfoys followed?"

"I can't see it...but I think it's probably here, it's not far away." Hermione glanced at Ron and continued to be lost in thought.

"Seriously, Hermione, why didn't you say it?" Ron turned his head cautiously, and when he saw a certain blond knight still insisting on taking the child from that person, he unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly twist back:

"We all know Slytherin... I mean that man is a dark wizard, and you forget he also kept a basilisk, he is the ancestor of Voldemort, and his hatred of Muggles is to keep the basilisk in Hogg Wadsley let it kill all non-wizard blood students, you don't know the basilisk if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, Merlin, well, I only saw its skin, but the skin alone is a few Ten feet! You know more about the history of Hogwarts than I do, Hermione! Things we all know, but Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff don't know, how can we not say , even Hagrid was blocked by you if he wanted to say..."

"Yes, we all know!" Hermione brushed her messy hair a little bit brokenly, "But in fact, even if Salazar Slytherin wants to kill us, the best you and I can do is to run away You can't spit out a single word of what you want to say!"

"why?"

"Think about it, if the Big Four weren't friends, they would have gone their separate ways, Hogwarts hadn't been built at all, what do you think we would be, what would the future be like?"

"...Merlin, are we just going to stay like this? Until Hogwarts is established?" Ron motioned to the four people over there stiffly, "Hermione, you know, they look like... ...not as old as we are."

"Compared to that, I want to find an opportunity to add something to the locket you mentioned. Do you think the mysterious person can make it into a Horcrux after 1000 years?"

"Luna?!"

"When did you come here, don't you walk without making a sound?"

Luna Lovegood twisted her hair a few times with her fingers, then tilted her head suddenly and said:

"Of course, I also know that this is wishful thinking. Maybe Harry and you can pull the locket from Umbridge's neck, but it would be too troublesome to get it from Slytherin."

"No, Luna, your idea is very interesting. There are more than one Horcrux, isn't it?"

"The diary does not exist in this era, nor does the snake. As for the Resurrection Stone...Harry told us in the sixth grade that it appeared in the memories collected by Dumbledore. It is the name of the Gaunt family. family heirloom, but—”

"Slytherin doesn't have any."

"1000 years is enough for many things to happen, so the objects we can choose are Ravenclaw's crown and Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"Merlin, did Voldemort do it on purpose? How can I get these back?"

"That's not the problem, don't you think we didn't see anything but the locket, not even the Gryffindor sword, the sword that destroyed the locket and the other Horcruxes. "

"There's only one explanation, we're way too early."

"...Damn!"

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"Salazar?"

"kindness?"

"We're going to build something called Hogwarts, what's that?"

"I don't know." (it's daytime)

The little lion who didn't know that there was still a magic spell in this world that could perfectly hear what some people were saying continued to struggle, while the Big Four over there were already at a loss.Although from a distance, it seems that they are in a hurry because they can't take care of the baby.

"Salazar, you have a basilisk!" Rowena said with glowing eyes.

"...No." He and Ling Cha couldn't even support their daughter, how could they raise basilisks?

"Rowena, you won't listen to the point, 1000 years ago!"

"Oh, forget it, Helga, I'm not interested in what I'm going to do in the future, if there are really 1000 years, all they know is just a few words, for example, that ridiculous Slytherin is a dark wizard... "Rowena herself doesn't know how many times she has glanced over there with weird and contemptuous eyes, black wizard, aren't they all four?Don't wizards use black magic after 1000 years?

"Speaking carelessly, reporting your name casually... If it is like this in 1000 years, it may not be a bad thing." Helga smiled slightly, "It means that there is no war, no suspicion, and even Muggles and wizards are separated. Isn't that nice?"

"Well, Helga has a point, but Horcruxes, Voldemort... Salazar? Your descendants don't look very good."

"Rowena!" Godric has already jumped out, "Can Salazar still control what kind of offspring there will be in 1000 years? But then again, I have a sword? Gryffindor Sword, the name really Yes, but I don’t know what kind of sword it is—Rowena, why are you kicking me? Uh, Salazar, this locket, I’ve always seen you carrying it, is the most precious magic item of the Slytherin family Right. Sorry, I was wrong... Wait, why am I apologizing for something that happened 1000 years later?"

"..."

"Rowena, you...well, I mean when you ran away from home, you brought out the crown?"

"What do I bring that thing with me?! If I want to sell it for money, why don't I just remove the gems on it? And it's just a Muggle decoration. I don't even want my family. What do I need that thing for?" Luo said. While talking, Ina suddenly turned her head and looked at Hufflepuff strangely:

"Helga, is there a treasure in your family that is a cup, or a gold one?"

"...In someone's house, there are a lot of cups...Gold-plated, all-gold, mixed with bronze, and each is a set of six, I really don't know which one they are talking about..."

In the future, the greatest Big Four in the history of magic are sluggish. You look at me, I look at you, entangled.

"Wow wow-"

A two-month-old baby cries to remind others of her presence.

"Mia..."

"The blanket is all wet, how can I hold it like this, the baby can't be cleaned up."

"But I can use it on myself, Rowena!" A certain blond knight gritted his teeth, and casually threw another cleansing spell at Salazar.Helga reached out to hug Mia, but she had never been a mother after all, and she had no siblings, so she didn't know how to hold a child at all.

"Don't support your waist, she's still so small! Oh, it's even worse, it will hit the child's chest and stomach... Oh, it's so pitiful, she will always feel uncomfortable and cry. The position of holding her last night It's all wrong, it seems that the child doesn't cry when he's tired."

The greatest Big Four in the history of magic in the future froze as Molly Weasley came here and stretched out her hand to hold the child accurately in her arms, and coaxed the child skillfully. Miraculously, Mia couldn't be heard crying immediately. up.

"No matter how small the child is, he has to move. You keep holding her so tightly, the child will feel uncomfortable."

Molly stretched out her finger and pointed at Mia's small face, and Mia babbled and spit bubbles with her small toothless mouth.

"What a lovely girl."

——At this moment, can you see that the baby is a cute girl?Everyone is silent.

"She wants a mother. What about the child's mother? Why doesn't she take care of her?" Molly comforted the baby's kicking legs, completely forgetting that the four people standing in front of her were the founders of Hogwarts.

The three of them glanced at Salazar neatly, and then Godric said vaguely; "It was about a month ago...he died." He heard the whispers of those noble girls at the banquet.

"Ah! This child is too pitiful, but even so, she can't be left alone. Where's her father?"

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix in the distance all nodded secretly, yes, how could such a small child have the heart not to let it go, look, it fell into the hands of someone, it was still a girl.God knows what the dark wizard Slytherin will do to her.

After looking at the silent Salazar, and Helga and Rowena who were relieved, Godric had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "It's here. "

"what?"

Since these people all know who the four of them are, it should be no problem to explain this way.

"Her name is Slytherin..."

Molly opened her mouth wide, her expression froze, and not far away, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was petrified and turned into sand.

How old is Salazar Slytherin and how did he even have a daughter?

Wait, that's not the point of the question.

Ron stared blankly at the baby in his mother's arms, the Slytherin's daughter—that was, wasn't that Voldemort's ancestor?