the lost castle

"Bright recovery."

The eyes of the savior suddenly lit up, as if a clear world suddenly appeared in front of him, he saw the three young wizards, they had a very outstanding appearance and had an aristocratic atmosphere that Harry instinctively rejected, but the time was too short , He soon fell into a vague feeling again.

"Ah, is this really the consequence of black magic damage? It seems like a natural problem."

Helga frowned and didn't speak, but Rowena added casually while setting up the cauldron.

"I don't think that's the case."

The blond knight looked at Harry's bewilderment, stumbling and twisting countless things with a smile. Of course, no matter how great the knight was, he would not know that many years later, there would be something called glasses.

"But the formula of this potion has never been seen before, it seems - it can completely restore vision!!"

Rowena held the formula that the savior had just memorized in her hand, and her breathing was a little short. Harry took a step back cautiously in shock, because the ingredients for the potion "Myopia Spirit" were scarce, and the price was expensive, and there were not many people who really needed it urgently. , more importantly, a true potion master has the same precious materials to brew other powerful potions, so he only memorized the method of making this potion at Hermione's request, and has never had a chance get it.

"One more step back and you'll fall into the cauldron, oh, or, do we need a title now?"

The savior was short of breath again. He knew that one of the two witches might be Hufflepuff, but it didn't mean that he could be ready to announce his name without any grudges.

(Speaking your full name would have been suicidal for medieval wizards, because there is a spell where knowing your name can curse you, knowing your full name and you're not careful you can go to See Merlin!)

"James Evans, so called for now..."

The savior tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"of course."

It is basic prudence not to mention the name, Harry Potter, the savior who has received special training from the headmaster of Hogwarts, has not aroused the suspicion of the other three people so far.At least he behaved very much like a capable but not too mature young wizard, of course - not a child, in this era, there is no such thing as a child, that is only for children under the age of six.

"Then, by tomorrow morning, I think Evans can get the potion."

Harry twitched uncomfortably when he heard this address, and tried hard to distinguish. It seemed that this should be "exit order?"

So he obeyed what the principals had taught him. Etiquette is something that can be thrown into the trash to rot. He stood up and walked out. The lights here were barely bright enough. He stumbled and walked out, convinced that this time he A travel tent in a backpack is definitely more comfortable than a wizard's house in this day and age.

Well, now he knew that the old Hufflepuff wizard was willing to invite them in and give them food the last time he passed by here, but he wanted them to leave.

(Harry, only friends spend the night under other people's roofs, and you have to keep in mind that, although caution is a must, if you sit in a wizard's house and refuse to eat the food that the host sends you, it means you If you want to make enemies with him, only enemies will do this. Not accepting any food and water from the other party is the oldest contract to show no debt of favor, which means to reserve the right to revenge. Harry, although the Middle Ages are very dark and dangerous, but Wizards follow ancient rules.)

After stumbling out the door, after arranging more than a dozen protective spells, the savior pulled out the tent from his backpack.

"Harry—"

As soon as he unzipped the zipper, he heard a dozen hurried voices.

The portraits stayed in their knapsacks, but by magic they could hear voices outside.

"What did you say when you made up your name? James Evans! Merlin!"

Harry scratched his messy hair modestly, and whispered:

"...Uh, am I doing it wrong? Or, reporting my name like this will arouse suspicion?"

Poor kid, the world he lived in for 18 years has been completely overthrown, even the behavior of talking, walking, etc. is forced to "this is the middle ages and you have to get rid of these habits" and is distorted.

"No, no, you did a good job, although you were too hesitant to run away when faced with a spell attack, otherwise you definitely look like a pure-blooded young wizard."

The savior, stimulated by the word pure blood, began to fidget again.

"Harry, calm down, pure blood is a friendly word for many wizards at this time... you must know that Muggles fear wizards, there is no Hogwarts at this time, living in a group of Muggles knows nothing The little wizard is very dangerous."

"Yes..." Harry involuntarily began to think of the broken compartment under the stairs of his aunt's house, and even inexplicably remembered Tom Marvolo Riddle and the dark and gloomy orphan house he saw in Dumbledore's memory. hospital.

"Oh, child, you don't understand. If the little wizards of the hemp breed are not killed by the fear of Muggles, then they are very dangerous in themselves. In order to survive, their magic power uncontrollably killed people, and they have seen blood , Even when they don’t understand anything, they have a strong hostility and desire to kill living creatures other than themselves, because they are children, so they are even more cruel, and they have no chance to understand anything else.”

After another shiver, the Potter boy nodded obediently.

"Albus, do you think this is a coincidence?" It was the voice of Headmaster Phileas Nigellus Black, whom Harry knew very well.

So the savior finally heard the thoughtful laughter of the white wizard who had been silent all this time:

"In the magic of time, there are no coincidences, Phileas."

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"A time prank! Harry, I mean, do you have any girls you'd like to meet in Hogsmeade?" Even though he couldn't get a frame out of his backpack, Harry was 100% sure at the moment Dumbledore must have smiled to himself with such a cheerful expression that the Potter boy blushed behind his ears.

Four years ago, he started to like watching Ravenclaw's Cho Chang. At that time, even if he saw her smile in this direction, he would trip over his arms and legs.Then—Harry really didn't want to think about the later, Digory's death three years ago was a gap that would never be bridged, and then Ginny, he thought he liked the girl, but couldn't help it when he was running away alone He kept thinking, did he really like Ginny, or the Weasley family that gave him the warmest and most like home?

"Look forward to the future, son."

"Uh?"

"James Evans Peverill, that name is in A History of Magical Changes in the Middle Ages."

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Building a house with magic is actually very simple, but if you want to build a comfortable, safe and beautiful house, please go to Merlin - wizards have magical powers, but that doesn't mean wizards are omnipotent.

On the Roderick Wasteland, the most indispensable thing is stone.

Salazar Slytherin stayed in the simple house built of huge rocks after he had just used a dozen or so out-of-the-ordinary spells half an hour ago, although from the outside, it was definitely a mess The stacked stones can't match the house at all, but the wind can't blow into it, and the spell is very effective. All the unwilling fairies can only poke their heads a dozen feet away.

Therefore, it is difficult to estimate how much the Duke of Slytherin brought out of his own castle collection, and he may not be very clear about it himself, but this pile of stones piled up by magic will definitely not make any noble wizard think is crude.A few ancient books with torn covers were spread on cushions woven from the wings of rare magical creatures. Warm water was filled in cups made from the scales of a magic lizard in the Arctic Ocean. It's still weird, countless exquisite utensils are lined up on the long table that is also made of silver arches and supported by dragon wings.They can be used not only for potions, but also as good alchemy vessels. There are strange sounds and even ticking sounds from time to time in some silver vessels that are emitting white mist.It is possible that the Savior brought only a tent, the Duke of Slytherin took everything he was used to, and it is very unfortunate that there was no such thing as a traveling tent 1000 years ago.

The diary with many black magic spells was spread out on the table.

Will he still have descendants after 1000 years?

Doesn't that mean that Mia is alive and well, growing up safely and having her own child? Slytherin, who has thrown away even the last worry, has completely sunk into the world of black magic experiments and potions.

Give Neville Longbottom a cauldron, and it can blow up the Hogwarts classroom. Please believe that if you give Salazar Slytherin enough time and potion materials, he can make himself within dozens of feet. No one can breathe but himself.

Looking out from the wall that is not blown in by the wind but is as clear as glass, the sky darkened again at some point, because the shadows of the black cloth cloak covered with damp mist began to gather again, and hovered in a very strange way. The way circled in the sky.

The smell of potion emerging from the thick smoke obviously made these creatures, who rely on instinct to absorb soul and joy, approach them again curiously, and by the way, eat a little bit of the excitement of the goblins who also gathered around.

"The man with the wand, we're going to drive him out of Roderick Moor!"

"No, until then we're going to take all his goodies."

"But, great Ragnac I my lord, we cannot get near that house."

"Hmph, I don't believe he won't come out—damn, these rag bags! Don't they even have their brains rotten? What are they doing around here?!" A man with white crystals and large pink diamonds strung together The old goblin wearing a beautiful silver-white ring-shaped crown stretched out its slender fingers, and its long pointed nose almost touched the forehead of the goblin opposite, angrily facing the surrounding cameras. The ghost screamed.

The rag bags floating in mid-air circled around a few times, probably feeling that the food was fresher and stronger, and quickly retreated, but this time they scattered, they no longer wandered aimlessly in the wasteland, but They are staying here wholeheartedly. Anyway, with that wizard and a group of unyielding goblins around, they will have a good life, right?

"Wizard, you will regret that you underestimated our people!"

The goblins stood in a pile and danced in this direction.

Salazar turned his head blankly, and his fingers, which were writing the expected reaction of the potion on a stack of parchment, became slower and slower. After looking at the diary, he closed it heavily.The slanted and gorgeous fonts continued to extend on the parchment. The Gryffindor, whose blond hair was as light as the group of goblins outside, was definitely an illusion caused by being too tired.

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