the lost castle

Harry ran in a panic in the dark woods.

He could clearly hear the spell, the high-pitched laughter, and the horrific sound of Death Eaters dissolving into black smoke - had to get to a safe place before they found out.No, no, it's too small here, even if you want to hide, if you can't find a suitable one, then, take a risk, anyway, it happened suddenly, and there must be no anti-apparition restrictions in this area.

"Twisting vines."

The hawthorn wand quickly cast more than a dozen obstacle spells on the surrounding tree trunks.

In this day and age, he only knows one place.

"Hufflepuff Hill—"

Thick smoke had already surrounded him, and Harry could almost see three or four ferocious smiles appearing from the black smoke. Since the idea of ​​apparating was not so firm, the limited stagnation of these few seconds was enough to make the Death Eaters catch him. Hold him, now I can only pray that the group of Death Eaters will condense from the black mist to trigger the vine spell.

But the Death Eaters, who always failed without thinking one after another, finally lost their arrogance this time, and they would never give up their advantages before they caught the savior, so when Potter was about to pay the price for his assumption——

A hand jerked him aside.

The spell was interrupted, causing the poor savior to writhe magically and barely stand still.

"Mirror reflection!" "Flying sand and rolling stones!"

The thick black smoke seemed to have bumped into something, and they backed away with howls. Before they could completely solidify their bodies, there was a cloud of dust billowing in front of them, and small stones hit their heads and faces. The Death Eaters had no choice but to maintain the state of black mist Suddenly spread out.

"Hufflepuff Valley!"

Harry heard a clear and firm voice shouting in his ear, and he felt that the hand that had been pulled away from him just now was firmly grasping his arm. The taste of the shape is like being thrown into the air and tumbling continuously.

"vomit!"

The second he touched the solid ground, Harry clutched his stomach and twitched in embarrassment.

"Hey, where is the damage from the spell? I believe there are a lot of healing spells that can be suspended."

The savior, who was vomiting dizzily, raised his head in a daze, lost his glasses, and stared fixedly at the golden shadow not far in front of him with a pair of clear emerald green eyes.

Uh, it was golden. Although it was already night and his eyesight was not very good, he could still tell that it was a figure with long golden hair.And I don't know why, the other party was shocked after seeing him, and quickly recovered.

"...Is it the eyes?"

Harry managed to control himself, stood up and stepped back.

The principals have told him many things, the most important thing is to keep a safe distance.

1000 years ago, Muggles did not have any powerful weapons except bows and arrows. When talking to strangers, they should not get too close. If they are sure that the other party is a wizard, they might as well go a little further, preferably within the range of the spell.

(But wouldn't that be considered rude or hostile? Principal?)

(Dear child, at this time, only whether there is danger or not. Politeness is a product of purposeful negotiation of interests. Since it is a safe distance, it is for you, and it is also for others! Actively withdrawing will only make others feel You mean no threat to him)

The savior answered vaguely in his throat, and felt that the vague figure in front of him seemed a little familiar.

"That's bad! All the dark magic that hurts the eyes is more difficult to deal with, need help, I know the heir of Hufflepuff."

It was only then that Harry suddenly woke up. This was really the Hufflepuff Valley they had been to before. He couldn't tell the difference without his glasses, but Hufflepuff—it was Helga Hedge Patch?

The savior, who was not mentally prepared to directly face the Hogwarts Big Four, was in a daze.

"You can cast a following spell on me, your wand looks so delicate."

A pleasant and relaxed smile was undisguised in his words. Harry felt that he understood the rules of getting along with wizards in this era. He looked at each other cautiously from a distance of a few feet. If he wanted to show kindness, he could offer Let the other party use a spell.

"Oh... I can see a little blur." Harry said vaguely, and began to cast a cleansing spell on himself carefully, Merlin knew how embarrassed he was when he vomited just now, "...I think Potions can cure my current terrible condition, if... I mean if there are enough potion materials and utensils, I know the formula."

"Or, do you still need a wizard who makes potions?"

The blond shadow took a step closer, and the distance can be shortened, which should be a gesture of goodwill to lower vigilance.

So Harry also took a step closer carefully.

The vision is blurred, but what the opponent is wearing is obviously not a cloak and a robe, but something luminous, armor?Harry had a bad feeling, so he instinctively took a step back.

The opponent obviously noticed this, and took several steps back before raising his wand.

A silver mist emerged from the opponent's wand. It was a huge, concrete animal shadow, and even Harry's poor eyes could see that it was a dragon.

It roared across the valley, billowing and flying towards the towering buildings in the distance.

-

"Actually, living is a meaningless thing."

Helga is in Hufflepuff's old minaret house, not far from here, her uncle's old house, which is hung with repeated admonitions telling the ancient traditions of the Hufflepuff family and listening to the voices of magical creatures, Not to mention getting old, even now she doesn't want to stay there any longer.

She was sitting in front of the fireplace, wearing a plush and warm robe, looking at the alchemy artifact that was gradually taking shape in her hands—mirrors that could see each other. Of course, after hundreds of years, this magical artifact would gradually become more stable and There is a name for the Two-Way Mirror, but at least for now, it's a rare alchemy item.

Rowena, who re-engraved the magic pattern on the mirror, was obviously completely absorbed in it, and just asked casually:

"Helga, what do you think?"

Quiet, looking at the already deep night, the Hufflepuff Valley has always been peaceful, even war can't change it, it's hard for any Muggle or wizard to see what's weird about this valley, in fact, all the dense and sparse Plants, they have magical powers, they refuse to fight, and the Hufflepuff family will not approve of any behavior that hurts them because of fighting.

What else?

Spire-like buildings, powerful wizards actually like to be isolated from the world. This family is good at all healing white magic, and has an affinity for communicating with plants. The world says kindness, but because they can get help when they come here when they are dying. , but in fact, the Hufflepuff family just didn't want to see wizards die here. Blood can defile many things, including plants with magical powers.

"Helga, would you like to go with me to the Great Green Sea to visit the alchemist?"

"Sounds good."

Perhaps, at this moment, or even for the rest of their lives, they don't know that the reason for the four of them to establish a deep friendship with each other after meeting is actually because of the same wish hidden deep in their hearts.

——Abandon everything, leave here, and never come back.

"Rowena, are you really not going home? Your parents are still..."

"They are as stupid as those old guys! Do you think that past glory and so-called loyalty can allow them to enjoy the same royal power as they did hundreds of years ago? Well, they are going to rot anyway, don't think they can drag me into the grave— —” Ravenclaw, well, her surname is only Ravenclaw, the hand inscribed with the magic pattern paused, and said in a very proud tone, “They don’t lack a daughter like me, and I don’t need someone to prove my blood parents!"

A fire dragon formed by condensed silver mist suddenly rushed into the window.

"Oh, whose patron saint is this, it looks so beautiful!"

Are you sure it's not because you have a special fondness for fire dragons that you think this Patronus is beautiful-this was Helga's first reaction, and she soon recovered, facing the nihilistic flame that was standing in front of the fireplace The fire dragon hesitated to speak:

"Godric?"

The fire dragon immediately turned around and made a clear and laughing voice that they were all familiar with:

"Hello, Helga, if you're at home I'll tell you, I'm right outside your door, please come and meet me, of course if you're not home, good night, and by the way, damn Merlin, I still haven't Find Salazar."

The fire dragon suddenly turned into a silver mist, lingering around Rowena who was rushing towards the stove, and then quickly dissipated.

The sudden coldness made Rowena's hand tremble, the magic pattern was engraved with a wrong stroke, and the mirror began to distort. She threw it out without hesitation and skillfully applied perfect magic defense to herself and Helga.

A loud bang.

The savior was caught off guard, and before he could cover his ears, he swayed and fell to the ground, his ears were buzzing, so he missed the angry cry that made him realize the truth:

"Godric!!"

A certain blond knight dug his ears and made a gesture to show that he heard it.

"Even Melville knows that following you has no future at all, and obviously you don't realize it—" Rowena's voice stopped abruptly, and she gave Harry Potter who was lying on the ground a weird look:

"Who is this?"

Black hair, green eyes, a teenager.

——You can’t find Salazar at all, just grab a similar one to satisfy your curiosity?

Always think that her friends are the same as herself, and all her interests come from the curiosity of seeking truth. Rowena Ravenclaw looked up and down the poor savior with interest.

Well, it's still pretty good, but that messy hair—is it related to Peverill's descendants, the Potter family?

"A hapless wizard who was hunted down."

Godric Gryffindor shrugged, and casually said to Helga who had just walked over:

"His eyes were probably damaged by black magic, and he was about to Apparate to come here when I saw him."

Hufflepuff Valley is a place considered important by many wizards, but the only reason they come here is because they are seriously injured and cannot be cured by themselves, and they hope to seek help from the Hufflepuff family who have been good at white magic for generations.

"Hunting? Being Muggle?" Rowena raised her eyebrows.

"No, by wizards, a group of wizards who can use black magic fairly well."

So Ravenclaw withdrew his contemptuous gaze, and the Gryffindor who recalled felt as if he had seen those people before, but because the opponents were all in a state of black smoke, and later he used "flying sand and rolling stones", he really couldn't think about it. Where did I see it.

Harry Potter was trying to cast a spell on himself to avoid sound damage, so far his ears were still buzzing, which was very uncomfortable, but he saw the two witches who came over later, they were both young, and the one in front The beautiful witch with rare hair color didn't look as old as Ginny, but judging from the distance she stopped, it should all be a gesture of goodwill, so the savior tried hard to put a smile on his face.

"Well, what makes him cuter than our friend Salazar is that he doesn't hold back on his smile."

After Rowena spread her hands and made a comment, she turned around and walked back. She had to restore the scene where the magic power exploded just now. After all, this is Helga's home, so she must be responsible, right?