the lost castle

Harry felt that he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and there was darkness in front of him. A second ago, he felt that he had firmly grasped George. In fact, this certainty also became illusory, just like the part about the search for the Horcrux. In those days, he was in a feeling that the road was right in front of him, but he couldn't see it.

Even Dumbledore never thought that the war would end up like this.

The savior subconsciously thought of those bright and sharp blue eyes, shining with wise light behind the half-moon lenses, as if the old man was still sitting opposite him smiling, his fingertips folded into a tower shape, and his gaze passed over his fingertips Look over carefully.

By the way, he still has the double-sided mirror left by Sirius.

All Harry had was a splinter.

The other side is complete in the hands of Aberforth Dumbledore.

Almost instantly, the blurry scene in front of Harry's eyes was replaced by the dark and dilapidated Pig's Head Bar. The guy was always slightly hunched over, as if he was very reluctant to let others take a closer look at his appearance. In fact, no one paid attention to this tall and thin old man. Covered by gray beard and hair, behind the dirty lenses, there are a pair of azure blue eyes that everyone in the magic world will be very familiar with. Even in his demeanor, there is a kind of anxiety and weird indifference. A dirty rag wipes the clay cups of the same color.It's such a perfect disguise, at least in the Hog's Head, no one from the Order of the Phoenix to the Death Eaters, never from the Ministry of Magic, not even the students who come to Hogsmeade on weekends recognize this sloppy and rude You must know that Aberforth and his brother are two people who look so much alike.

"Ah no..."

Harry stretched out his hand with difficulty, he couldn't take out the fragment of the double-sided mirror, and he didn't know if what he saw was real, Aberforth in the blur stopped to wipe the glass, looking around as if watching What.

"Aberforth—"

It was a little louder this time, and Harry clearly saw Aberforth drop his glass and go into the innermost room, picking up a long mirror that hung beneath a portrait of a blond girl.

"Harry James Potter..."

The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, but it came straight through.

The next second, all the sensations in his body came back, Harry felt the warmth in his hands, and he was still holding George—but before it was too late, he seemed to be sucked into the water flow he had been staring at just now. In the blurred image that he watched, he watched a terrified George fly past him.

"Snapped!"

He fell to the cold floor, and the fire in the small fireplace was unkindled, and directly above it hung the blond girl with a hollow, sweet smile.

"Cough, cough! Ah no—"

With a word stuck in his throat, Harry was lifted up and forced to look into the sharp, bright blue eyes behind the opaque lenses.

"Perhaps you can tell me now what kind of great and perfect plan it is to make the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters disappear, and finally to fight the savior and the Dark Lord without knowing where they are. Horrified, there's only one place in the world where no harm will happen, don't tell me you all went there like my brother."

The savior struggled in the hands of the tall old man.

He now believes that those evaluations that "Aberforth is completely different from Albus" and "like to use duels to resolve disputes" are completely correct, but when he thinks of the collapsed nose of the headmaster he has loved for many years He immediately decided to tell the truth quickly instead of being patient with Aberforth. He believed that if Snape was here, the venom sprayed out would definitely make him unable to fight back and explain.

"...It's the castle that took us away. It's not that we took the castle and disappeared..."

"There is no place in this world where even a double-sided mirror can't see you, and you just discovered one perfectly during this time?" Aberforth is in the impression of all the aging people—most Didn't know that the great white wizard had a younger brother - he was definitely clumsy, unresponsive and couldn't even see his grades in school, but in fact Aberforth was just very unfortunate to have a brother who was too smart, The word stupid actually has nothing to do with him, and many people are even inferior to him.

"I gotta say, that's what happened." Harry rubbed his neck.

"That wolf... Well, Lupine said, your intuition is very keen, and usually you just need to follow the first possibility to make plans and goals. Now it seems that maybe that's not the case."

The Savior was painfully aware that not only Aberforth, but also himself had the urge to switch to Slytherin's poisonous tongue.

"This incident was a complete accident. I believe Dumbledore—I mean your brother, never guessed this possibility."

"Of course he didn't."

Aberforth showed a touch of anxious anger on his expression, but he suppressed it perfectly, and said in a strangely calm tone:

"If he knew this, he would definitely not die. No matter how grand the plan is, it can't compare with the thoroughness of Hogwarts, and it won't let you use my place as a train station to come in and out on the eve of the final battle."

"I'm very sorry."

Harry said dryly.

He really couldn't say anything to the old man in front of him. He had doubted Dumbledore for a year and shaken his previous belief. That kind of world and belief were completely shattered. The process from reverence to questioning and resentment was too painful, but Here again, he knew the truth in "Dumbledore's Life and Lies".

Things in the world are always like this, even if the closest neighbor knows what happened and the secrets in other people's homes, such as Baxisha, in her eyes, it is still what happened in other people's homes, and it is easy to be misunderstood by all kinds of simple things. Judgment dominates thinking, for example, Dumbledore's father is a criminal who attacked Muggle children and died in Azkaban, and Dumbledore's mother is a selfish witch who hides that she gave birth to a Squib daughter.Many things, only look at what is revealed on the surface, and will never understand the father who avenged his crazy daughter, the mother who was tired and old and finally died at the hands of a mentally disturbed daughter, who would know?

History trumps facts, and Harry can't change the people who are still actively throwing dirty water after the death of the White Wizard.

This has nothing to do with Voldemort. Even if they won the war, it wouldn't change the people who took Rita Skeeter's book as a fact. After all, they believed it once, didn't they?

"Son, you should apologize to a lot of people who are waiting to hear from their loved ones."

Aberforth lowered his head, his voice was low and calm:

"It's worse than the final battle. No one knows what's going on with them. Maybe you know, old Mrs. Longbottom, Lovegood in The Quibbler can't hold up the anxiety and go to St. Mungo's."

"...I'm going to Hogwarts."

"If you could explain where you came from, and really understand that the castle disappeared with you."

"Actually, I came back with it."

"..."

"Now I have to find a way to go back and bring others back." Harry touched the scar on his forehead without pain or feeling, just like it was 1000 years ago, he could no longer peep at Voldemort, "I have to get into the Hogwarts headmaster's office through the secret passage, and I need all the portraits there, Aberforth—you know, Professor McGonagall, Ron, Hermione, they are all waiting for me to save them, and more The trouble is, Voldemort is back with me."

There was an explosive feeling throbbing in Harry's forehead.

The feeling of suddenly being able to guess all the Horcruxes and Deathly Hallows along a few lines has returned. It has to be said that this is almost like a bliss, but his handiness is based on countless sacrifices On the top is the chessboard that the White Wizard has laid out step by step.But this perfect last step was completely disrupted by Hogwarts. Harry may be the savior, but it is definitely not Merlin. He can't be transparent in any situation.

But it's still 1998 here.

He was never afraid of Voldemort in his heyday, but would he still be afraid of losing his closest confidant and subordinate, the Dark Lord.

"You have to hurry up."

The green-eyed savior repeated, as if to convince himself:

"Those people who don't believe that Voldemort will fail, the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, if Voldemort is allowed to control the wizarding world first, everything will be over. I don't believe he will find a way to go back and save his subordinates."

"Where did you go?"

"Hermione says, 973 AD, Hufflepuff Valley."

-

"That is to say, we all came back from a trip to the Middle Ages?"

Phineas Nigellus, a former Hogwarts headmaster of the Black family, strokes his goatee in the frame with regret:

"And you were thrown back by the castle without seeing anything?"

"Harry, dear boy—"

A headmistress with silver curly hair touched the armchair and smiled:

"We have the first Hogwarts headmaster here. Although the four founders were nearly 60 years old when he went to school, at least he has met them..."

"what?"

"In fact, if you don't call Aberforth's name, you're likely to fall back into the Middle Ages."

"Professor Dumbledore?"

The white wizard is eating lemon cake in his picture frame, smiling and adding sugar to the black tea spoon by spoonful, the portrait finally has no tooth decay, what a happy thing (...).

"Don't worry, people outside can't get in."

Armando was also stroking his beard, looking at Harry from the frame:

"The last headmaster of Hogwarts who has a contract is Albus. Although he is dead, Snape cannot be regarded as the real owner of this office. The transfer of the last headmaster's contract is the most important thing. The Ministry sent a hundred principals, and if we disagree, no one can enter this office."

"Then... how do I go back?"

"Don't worry, wait for us to discuss. It may not be clear what happened after 973. I am very sure that everything I have seen with my own eyes must have started after 1015 AD. Harry, don't be so depressed. It's already amazing. Knowing that we never recall these things, we are the history of Hogwarts."

"Even the previous ones, we know a lot of secrets, kid. The Middle Ages are much more dangerous than the magic history books. If you want to go, wait until we discuss the results."

"But Professor Dumbledore..."

"Ah, don't worry, as much as we want Voldemort to go back to the Middle Ages, you can't go back without him."

"..."

"The Avada mantra is the key, isn't it?"

The White Wizard blinked his blue eyes in his portrait.

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small theater

After hearing that Hogwarts has gone missing

Aberforth looked in the mirror to see where the savior had gone

Double Mirror: Hello, the user you are calling is not in the service area

Aberforth: They didn't disappear in England, they disappeared on Earth

Castle Ghost plus House-Elf: Huh?Did they go to Mars?

Hogwarts: Sasha, the earth is so dangerous, I want to go back to Mars.