the lost castle

A group of goblins who persevere and follow behind.

A group of dementors floated in the sky, creating thick fog, and their long black cloaks fluttered in the wind. They were separated by the dementors who could neither let the dark and terrifying atmosphere affect the past, nor be recognized as distance.

"Salazar—"

Forgive the blond knight for his lack of brain. He stared stiffly at his own black dragon dissatisfied with the ugly goblin and the rag bag roaring. He couldn't help but grab the person walking in front again and asked blankly.

You see, as soon as he stopped with Salazar, those goblins immediately scattered and rushed into the surrounding bunkers, some were rocks, some were crevices, and some even turned upside down to disguise a clump of hairy crab orchids... even The dementors also stopped and floated in circles in mid-air.

Did he finally have hallucinations under the great sorrow and joy?

Slytherin withdrew his hand again indiscriminately. He didn't forget Godric's impolite behavior when he met him just now, but the first time was because he saw the dementors swarming up. He was obviously worried. He didn't make a sound, and didn't break free, and then Gryffindor grabbed his other hand in order to prevent him from killing the black bishop. Although the reason given was a bit stupid and naive, it was not unacceptable to Slytherin. , but directly withdrew both hands.And now—well, a certain knight was just frightened by seeing such two groups of weird creatures, and there was no need to use a spell to remind him of the extreme impoliteness of this behavior.

Merlin knew that Salazar Slytherin refused any kind of contact, just out of caution.

"I think I might need some water of life and death, and recovery potion, maybe a bed?"

Godric Gryffindor muttered to himself, and tried again to catch the one who was walking ahead.

The black dragon Heshidili roared in mid-air. It was dissatisfied, too dissatisfied. Every time its knights saw the wizard in front of them, they would selectively forget about themselves. You must know that it was still hungry, and Lot Even the group of ugly goblins in Rick Wasteland can be considered large creatures.

"Oh, Melville... well, dear, you can go home, I think my father may need you."

This knight is getting less and less aware of being a knight!

It doesn't understand human beings' beliefs and virtues of knights, but as a knight, at least—you have to take care of your partner and your mount!

A certain black dragon roared angrily, rushed into the sky suddenly, knocked away the group of dementors who were foolishly circling around, and flew towards the direction of the big green sea.They don't even care about food, their knights have become more and more incompetent recently... Look at the virtues of the wizards their knights like, they even raise dementors and goblins, it's really tasteless!What, you say you like it?Huh, if it keeps whispering in its ears for several months, "There is no news about where Salazar is", "Those damn Muggles have already hurt him", "Damn war, will it never be found again?" to..." and so on, how can a clever Heshidili Black Dragon not understand?But the problem now is that it seems that its knights don't quite understand this.

The sun in this wasteland makes the eyes dizzy.

"This, this is—" when a certain knight caught a glimpse of those cold lake-green eyes, he suddenly shuddered and was about to blurt out an exclamation, "Haha, this house is really interesting."

The Slytherin turned to look at the temporary quarters he had lived in for months.

house?In fact, the messy appearance of the pile of magically controlled rocks piled up at will can't be related to the word house. In fact, it is a mess that can completely shelter from the wind and rain, and there is no other description.However, the blond knight's face was distorted in pain, and the occasional resoluteness really made Duke Slytherin, who could see through his thoughts at a glance, very unpleasant.

So, having to bring this guy in the door to revise the notion of "Poor Salazar, that's where Salazar lives"?

"what--"

Please ignore the knight who fell on the thick camel hair carpet after entering the door.

"Well, Salazar, why are you standing outside the door and not coming in?"

The tiredness and doubt in the dazzling blond hair and amber eyes succeeded in making a certain Duke even more entangled.

Why did he bring back this unknown object that was shining all over his body?

Apparate?No, if he left at that time, Gryffindor would definitely be rummaging around on the Rhoderick Moor with a nervous breakdown.Forget it all?It's not enough to avoid Gryffindor to this extent, but let's talk about why I want to hide.

Salazar—really Salazar, because it is daytime now—began to reflect, in fact, all the Slytherin nobles after a thousand years have such a bad habit, that is, when something unreasonable happens, they always ask for help. Stubbornly think about the cause and effect and why it happened.

"They're all dead, Salazar."

A certain knight lying on the carpet turned over and looked wearily at the magical hourglass decorated with blue crystal and emerald on the side of the room, his amber eyes seemed to dim: "All wizards that can be found, in the Holy See, in the kingdom There - there must be people alive, but they are also hiding, if they show up, it is for revenge... I don't want to see them, Salazar, I'd rather they disappear like this, at least safe, at least I know they are alive .”

Walking in, with a wave of his hand, the door slammed shut.

It's not because of a shimmering creature that ravages your carpet, it's because of the goblins and dementors outside... A certain Duke thought silently.

"...Helga and Rowena left Hufflepuff Valley. Before the war, they said they were going to the Great Green Sea to visit the alchemist. When I rushed there, Helga's uncle was dead. The other side of the valley was full of corpses, because those Muggles foolishly angered those vines and plants. Later, there were all burning flames over there. One day after another, the Muggles were put out again, and many of them burned to death The wizards who were seriously injured, but the people who died more were the people who lived there. Salazar, when I was looking for you, I found those wizards who survived by chance. They gathered in the forest of Abigail, but But they are coming to kill me—to kill everyone related to Muggles and the Holy See... Today, the last dozen or so wizards of the Holy See died in this wasteland, Salazar, what can I do ,what should I do."

Recalling that he was betrayed after saving someone, the chasing soldiers of the Holy See and the death curse of the surviving wizard followed one after another. Godric Gryffindor lay there motionless on a certain part of the carpet where he stared absent-mindedly.

"...to live." The cold and elegant tone filled the air, as if some kind of solid rock had been crushed.

So the knight looked over dully, tired and dazed.

"Get up on the ground, if you haven't forgotten that you're a wizard and not a prawn, you don't have a penchant for rolling around on rugs, especially if you're wearing armor!"

Removed all the magical defenses placed in the room when he left, and regretted that Godric Gryffindor lay on the carpet when he entered the door, touching nothing and causing nothing.

The Duke of Slytherin didn't mind a knight lying there waiting for his treatment.

In this way, maybe it will be more stable, and it will not be full of war and tired, like a small animal that needs to be comforted.

(Ah, Salazar, Lingcha will tell you that Slytherin will be infected with a virus called Gryffindor, this is fate XD)

Merlin knew that the Duke of Slytherin didn't care about things like war, or who died or who lived.

The Aveling family will protect Mia very well, other than that, there is no one he needs to worry about.

The potion in the crucible was still very good when I left, with light blue foam. You should always be extra careful with potions that act on the soul. It should take half an hour to stir a few more times and add the newly mined potion ingredients.

A certain duke chooses to completely ignore a certain shimmering creature that is still clinging to the carpet.

But his normally steady wand grip jerked at Gryffindor's next words.

"I'm so tired, Salazar, where is your bed?"

"boom--"

"Salazar? Are you all right?"

Gray and black, congratulations, Godric Gryffindor, you made the Duke of Slytherin blow up the cauldron.Your future life, cough—it should be pitiful being thrown out the door.