the lost castle

How does it feel to see the founder of the college, who has been the strongest and most admired since he was at Hogwarts at the age of 11, fall in front of him?Harry was suffering from a splitting headache from the sound, and almost fell, so he could only quickly cast an earplug spell on himself to avoid the deadly scream of the mandrake, when he looked up, he saw a certain knight falling down , and according to Slytherin's speed and movement, Gryffindor, who fell sideways, should be able to fall headfirst on Salazar Slytherin.

The corner of the savior's mouth twitched.

It's not that Harry doesn't want to think about coincidences or good things. It's because the several days of fleeing along the way made him fully understand the extent of a certain knight's brazenness and recklessness, making it difficult for Harry to comfort himself and give himself the foundation of the academy. People find excuses.

You said that even Harry, who had been in the Middle Ages for almost half a year, could save himself from the scream of the Mandrake, and Godric would faint because of the deadly scream of the Mandrake?

The dementors floating in the sky don't believe it! !

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

You see, the Savior doesn't feel the slightest bit about the Duke of Slytherin throwing the Cruciatus Curse at Gryffindor at every turn.You know that was the Unforgivable Curse of Harry's era.

Calculating the exact movement of the body according to the movement trajectory, a certain knight who was falling straight saw the red light in the corner of his eye, turned over, splashing mud all over Harry's face, but Gryffindor managed to dodge That Cruciatus Curse, and an unlucky goblin was hit and rolled down with a scream, and was swallowed up by the swamp in an instant.

Godric?Salazar?Also, was that James Evans last time?

Rowena and Helga stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

Three wizards ran in front, and a large group of short, ugly goblins kept chasing after them, jumping and roaring, trying to launch an attack. At the end, a group of black lacquered torn sacks floated in the sky.

"Uh, Godric, are you sneaking dementors?"

Seeing the frightening and dark creatures bending down and kissing the failed goblins who had been thrown out in this hilarious chase, Rowena couldn't help muttering questions, forgetting that no one could hear them now.

It really looks like the scene where Godric used to feed the black dragon Melville in a fit of anger, ran over to lure the beast out, and ran away in embarrassment to keep the food fresh and powerful, while yelling for Melville to eat quickly .

Just keeping dementors... what kind of bad hobby is that?

"Huh? Helga? Ah! Rowena!" Godric's eyes definitely lit up, and he quickly swung his arms and slapped away those damn goblins who were persistently trying to grab the sword, laughing loudly:

"Sure enough, it's Merlin's blessing that we can meet each other like this! I'm so glad to see that you're all right! These past few months—flying sand and rocks, that's right, letting the mandrakes yell at you to death—I've been worrying about you all the time."

May I ask Godric who can hear you now?

The two witches looked dumbly at the goblin who was knocked down by the screams of the mandrake and fainted among the grass and stones.

"Huh, finally got rid of it!"

Gryffindor rubbed his numb shoulders, then began to rub his stomach, frowning.

The relaxed Harry almost forgot the Sustaining Levitation Charm and Lightning Charm and fell headlong into the swamp.

The soil lost control and fell down again, covering the screaming mandrakes. The sound became lower and lower, and finally became vague muttering and dissatisfied agitation.

The wizards present lifted the earplugs and listened to the curse one after another.

Harry noticed that Slytherin did not do this at all, and he didn't seem to have seen him cast a spell before.

Again—a magic item with defenses?

"James?"

Harry came back to his senses with a jolt, but he still felt very strange that he was being called by his father's name.Why did he report this name in the first place?

Ling Cha watched from the sidelines with a cold expression.

Very good, very good, isn't it?Even Rowena and Helga knew Harry Potter.

The savior really cannot be ignored...

Harry, who only felt a chill down his spine, suddenly shivered, and belatedly realized the four wizards in front of him—could they really be the four founders of Hogwarts?Hufflepuff Valley?The two witches who are familiar with Godric Gryffindor... who else is not the Big Four of Hogwarts.

What, you say he's been with Slytherin Gryffindor for days?

Come on, is the experience of being chased by a goblin without even closing your eyes once, and constantly avoiding being accidentally injured by the black magic of the Unforgivable Curse thrown by Slytherin to Gryffindor count as getting along?

"Those goblins, what's going on?"

Facing the curious Rowena, Ling Cha felt that there were veins twitching on his forehead.

"Ah, Salazar. I almost forgot!"

A certain blond knight immediately turned upside down the gorgeous sword inlaid with rubies in his hand, fondled the sharp and shiny sword frantically, with a longing expression, gritted his teeth, turned his head, and handed out the sword in his hand:

"Hey, gift, Salazar!"

Ling Cha felt that he could clearly hear the sound of his nerves being broken. He took a deep breath and barely suppressed his anger. He finally maintained a sneer and sarcastically said:

"Oh, really? Why do I keep hearing that someone repeatedly emphasized that the reason why he would never throw away this sword is that it will be called the Sword of Gryffindor after 1000 years?!"

"Sword of Gryffindor?"

Rowena and Helga exclaimed at the same time, their eyes all returned to the sword, and then looked up and down once.

Well, magic waves, sharpness and luster, gorgeous appearance, goblin making -- wait, goblin making?

Rowena thought she was starting to admire Gryffindor's boldness, and Helga was starting to put her hands on her forehead and sympathize with Salazar.

"However, it is indeed a good sword."

Helga began to wink at a certain knight, trying to remind him of what they knew along with the sword of Gryffindor.

Fortunately, Godric Gryffindor just had a bad personality and not a bad IQ. He quickly understood, turned his head and continued to give gifts with a sincere expression: "I know that my family's sword is sorry for your locket, a piece of your descendants Soul, no, I am even more sorry for you, it is said that it is your last descendant..."

"Shut up!" Ling Cha thought of Voldemort, who had a brain twitch and divided his soul into several large pieces and stuffed it everywhere. He didn't use black magic at all to pay attention to caution. Fleeing, there was no time to write a diary and talk to Salazar (this is the most important reason, Your Excellency the Duke), and immediately became furious, turned around and left.

Apparate now, now!Back to the quiet, dead Roderick Moor where it was just him and Salazar.

"Salazar!"

What kind of creature is this creature that suddenly rushed over from behind and grabbed his hand?

Cruciatus will be avoided, and the separation of bones and other black magics can easily accidentally injure Rowena and the others next to them. The power of other curses is too low, so, Avada Kedavra?

"If you don't like this sword, I'll find another gift for you tomorrow."

"Let go of your hands, Godric Gryffindor! I don't think you'd like to try the caustic potion!"

"Come on, Salazar, how boring it is to live alone on the moor!"

"Don't use your brain to measure my life! Now, immediately, get out of my sight!"

"That, Salazar?"

"disappear!!"

"...I'm not a house-elf and can't disappear."

Harry fell headfirst into the mud, Helga's face twisted, and Rowena was laughing out of breath.

It's good, isn't it, Slytherin asked Gryffindor to disappear from his eyes, which was deliberately misinterpreted by Gryffindor as hiding around Slytherin and continuing to give gifts and do other things, pretending that he wasn't there and hoping to be seen by everyone Ignore that that is the specialty and hobby of house-elves.

"Soul piercing!"

The best thing for you is this become an idiot spell!Ling Cha wondered, how could he have hope for Gryffindor?Salazar didn't understand, didn't he know it?

"No! Tell me what gift you like, Salazar. If you don't like it and don't say anything, how would I know? Merlin, this is all a misunderstanding..."

A certain knight rolled and crawled to avoid the attack on the soul, and the white light of the spell that appeared to be chasing after him desperately and turning a corner ran wildly towards the end of the swamp.

Great, the world is quiet now.

So the two witches saluted and greeted the Duke of Slytherin as they did at the banquet a few months ago, and Rowena happily talked about the pronunciation problems of spells that bothered her recently. Lippert asked silently, are the three of them not worried about Gryffindor's safety at all?

Well, even the savior silently caressed the backpack that had been modified by the transfiguration technique, which seemed to be a carry-on item.

Portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters, you who can fully hear the voices outside, have been frightened these days.

From spells to magic items, to wizards who have died countless times, and crazy Muggles, when everyone was silent in the oppressive atmosphere, a sharp cry came from afar, and they looked at each other in shock.

The figure of the blond knight in silver armor is running towards here.

Did you run back again?still--

Wait, what's behind that? Didn't the chasing goblin die on the way or was brought down by the mandrake?

Godric Gryffindor, the once famous wizard with the Knights Templar of the Holy See, still had a magic wand and a sword in one hand, ran with his head buried in his head, suddenly saw the figure here, and waved his arms in excitement:

"Salazar, Rowena, Helga, run!"

The skinny black shadows that popped out one by one were not familiar.

It's a goblin, but it's not the scorched yellow skin on the Roderick Wasteland, but a miserable blue color.

"Wand wands, get out of our marshlands!"

"Leave what you have in your hand! Don't try to deceive the great Resemur VII, it is a sword made by goblins!"

"Humans are not qualified to use it, stay!!"

Harry, the savior, took a deep breath and was the first to turn around and run away.

"Ah, these, these are our clansmen. The clansmen on the other side of the wasteland!"

"Damn wizard, what have you done to our people!!"

Helga dragged Rowena, who was still in a daze to compare the differences between the elves, and ran after her!

Ling Cha finally fully realized what kind of creature a lion is, and gritted his teeth to chase after the backs of Helga and Rowena. However, no matter how calm and rational this anger dissipated:

"Godric Gryffindor!!"

"I'm here! Salazar, it's okay! Don't be afraid, I'll stand behind you and protect you!"

Harry, who was running at the front, thought dazedly, he has no regrets in this life, has he?Fleeing with the Big Four, no, still fleeing late at night with the Big Four... Merlin really went crazy.

"Ice freezes! All petrified!"

One after another, the screaming goblins followed.

So do you need to change your taste and eat another group of goblins? The dementors in mid-air floated after them. Life is so wonderful, isn't it?