the lost castle

After running over two mountains one after another, avoiding three places that looked like Muggle villages from a distance, and crossing a river with floating ice on this extremely cold night in early spring, Rowena was finally He was the first to react and cast the Transfiguration Ignore Curse on herself. Helga used the Growth Curse to manipulate the bushes all over the ground while running, causing trouble for the goblin's pursuit. The level is definitely more terrifying than the last one of the Triwizard Tournament in Harry's fourth year - so fortunately it is not the mighty Lost Master Gryffindor who runs in the front.

Harry leaned against a flat rock and gasped.

There is a starry sky in front of my eyes, for nothing else, but hungry and tired.

Although he only ate one meal a day at his aunt's house before the age of 11, it was still a terrible thing to eat, but after all, he lived at Hogwarts for six years, and there were so many gold coins in Gringotts that he almost I can't do anything in my life and can't spend it all. I have never been short of these snacks from Chocolate Frog Honey Duke. Although I fled continuously in the last year, I brought food and Hermione was there at that time.Even if it fell to the Middle Ages sadly, because of the guidance of the portraits of the principals, it would not be possible to eat nothing for two days and three nights in a row. The problem is still running and throwing spells while hungry.

It feels so good to be floating silently within tens of meters without the dementors——Harry thought so. Of course, although those terrifying creatures can't get lost or anything, their food is goblins after all, and getting rid of goblins is equivalent to getting rid of them. After leaving them, you must know that the savior still has lingering fears about the jailers of Azkaban in the future.

Beside him lay Godric Gryffindor, still clutching the sword.After all, you have to admit that even a wizard cannot support such a high-intensity strenuous exercise.

It was dawn, and they were in a sheltered place on the mountainside, and Rowena continued to cast defensive and ignoring spells around.

"Damn it, why is there no goblin banishment spell!"

"Rowena—"

Ling Cha naturally chose the rock farthest away from a certain knight, silently found bottle after bottle of potion, drank it, and then threw it away. Helga took out a small pot that was supposed to be used for alchemy , set up a fire, and slowly warmed some edible plant roots with the spell of clear springs like water, without even looking at them.

On the other hand, Harry, who didn't even want to move his fingers, had already started to raise his head, and a certain knight who was pretending to be dead had already jumped up, squatting on the side of the pot and waiting.

"Godric?" It was the startled Helga.

"I haven't eaten for four days..." This was a certain knight with sharp eyes who wanted to swallow the whole pot.

Very well, you finally don't have to look at Salazar like that.

So all the Gryffindors before were still food because of him—Ling Cha, who completely misunderstood.

What were the expressions of the two witches pressing their foreheads? Harry didn't have the energy to pay attention anymore. He just wondered why Gryffindor didn't eat for four days in a row. Could it be before coming to Roderick Moor?

"Godric, the Knights Templar..." Rowena hesitated for a long time before finally asking.

"Ah, that's gone." Gryffindor still kept staring at the pot. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that he tilted his head slightly, hiding his expression so that no one could see it. In the shadow of the flames.

A faint aroma began to diffuse from the pot, freezing together with the cold mist.

"Ah, Salazar, I haven't told you yet! James has a nice thing, what's it called, by the way, a tent... a tent, and there's a lot of interesting stuff in it."

Well, even the travel tent with flex space is out.

This was Ling Cha's last thought before his consciousness became blurred.

His fingers froze slightly, and he opened his eyes again. At this time, Helga and the others looked curiously into the tent and fumbled here and there, and then the topic became alchemy and space items.

Ling Cha didn't like seeing this black-haired, green-eyed wizard very much.This was Salazar's second affirmative judgment after seeing Harry, and he really didn't like this wizard who often looked at him with strange eyes, but he would never choose to sit back and let this wizard continue to be an eyesore by his side.

So, is this their first disagreement?

Salazar's gaze suddenly became colder.

Poor Harry felt a chill down his spine, and he crossed his arms for no reason, strange, winter is already over.

"Ah, Helga. Is this edible?"

"Wait, Godric, this isn't ripe yet!"

"Isn't it bubbling?"

"You thought it was boiling potions?!"

"...I can only fry the cauldron."

Even if it's the truth, you can't tell it directly. Didn't you see Salazar's sneer expression deepening again?

The heat that came out was getting higher and higher, and finally the plant roots that were boiled casually without adding salt finally rolled in the soup, and then several people encountered difficulties again.

Why, because Godric was staring at the pot with horrified eyes as he ate.

Harry ate more and more slowly, because he found that even if he fainted from hunger, this kind of food would be too difficult to eat, right?

And seeing that the Hogwarts Big Four didn't have the slightest maladaptation, no one said that Helga's cooking was inedible at all-wait a minute, did Slytherin really not move?

"Salazar?" A certain knight, with his mouth full, approached vaguely, "Don't you want to eat? You haven't eaten for several days."

The corners of his eyes didn't feel like twitching.

How could they have thought that Godric Gryffindor was a capable wizard worth getting to know when they first met?It's not surprising for Slytherin to make mistakes, but it would be a big deal for both of them to recognize mistakes at the same time.

The warm red sky finally broke through the clouds and dispelled the cold fog.

"I drank the potion."

It's energy recovery potions, magic power recovery potions, and other precious potions.

"How can that be done!" said a certain knight who managed to swallow the food in his mouth righteously, "Even a wizard cannot live without eating, no matter how good the potion is!"

Salazar stared at him blankly.

In fact, he did need some hot food to warm his stomach, but the problem wasn't that he liked potions, but that he simply wouldn't eat something cooked by someone else, even if someone had tasted it first.There are many poisons in the wizarding world that only take three to five days, or more than ten years. It's not that he doesn't doubt Helga, nor does it doubt his ability to identify poisons, but that they are used to not trusting anyone.

"If you don't want to eat, then give it to me."

Godric, who was defeated by Salazar's eyes, immediately picked up the bowl and started to eat the second portion.

"...If your brain didn't evaporate with the sweat during running, shouldn't you know that eating too much after being hungry for a long time will make you go to see Merlin directly!"

"Are you worried about me, Salazar?"

"You're going to consume my potion store for such a pointless thing!"

"Ah, Salazar, you promised to give me the potion when I eat too much and feel sick, how kind of you!"

"..."

Harry Potter himself didn't remember how many times he covered his forehead. Is this really the founder of Gryffindor College?

For the first time in his life, he recalled whether the Sorting Hat had admitted him to the sorting school, whether his choice was correct or not.

Well, Gryffindor-born principals in the past, you must also feel the same feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

You are wrong, little ha, at least in the portrait, Dumbledore, who is eating sweets and happily listening to the latest situation, is stroking his beard and nodding constantly.Gryffindor with unparalleled courage~~ and a real Gryffindor always knows what he wants, and will be desperate and not afraid of losing anything.Ah, of course, at least there is also the talent that can always analyze and extract the true meaning from Slytherin's ironic words (well, white wizard, are you sure this so-called talent is not talking about yourself, being misinterpreted by others as your own? Do you want to mean...).

Harry, whose thoughts had drifted to the Sorting Hat, had a strange expression on his face.

The sword of Gryffindor already exists, when will the sorting hat appear?

Well, he knew that the hat had the sorting function after Hogwarts was established, but before it was magically endowed with this function, wasn't it Godric Gryffindor's hat?

Why until now, all the Gryffindors he saw were dressed as knights and never wore hats at all?

At least the savior admitted that it would not be ridiculous if he was wearing medieval light armor and a wizard hat.

So until Harry lay down in the tent and fell asleep, cautiously and fearfully applying all the defensive spells he knew to the front of the bed layer by layer, Harry was still fuzzing over this question in his mind.

"That Evans is asleep, Helga, don't you think he's weird?"

"It's okay, except that he doesn't talk much, he's a pretty good wizard—do you know that there's been news about a wizard who always saves people alone, and only says 'live' to the saved people."

"James Evans?"

"Well, it is said that every time it appears, it is very miraculous, and is suspected by many wizards as having a real invisibility cloak."

"A real invisibility cloak? That's just a legend, Godric."

"The funniest thing in the Deathly Hallows, isn't it?"

"There are no direct descendants of the Peverill family."

"Who knows?" A certain knight shrugged, and finally finished the food in his hand.

"However, how do you know that the rumored person is him?"

"Black hair and green eyes, I remember it very clearly."

"..." It's actually because you've been inquiring about Salazar everywhere, the two witches are silent.

"leave."

"Huh? Salazar, what are you talking about?"

The Duke of Slytherin didn't look at the certain knight more, and didn't intend to answer, he stood up directly and walked down the mountain.

"Well, actually, I also think this Evans is weird, I mean the way he looks at us."

"Let's go, people who don't know their background, it's better to have less contact." Helga followed Rowena down the mountain.

"Salazar, you are so cruel, you really don't give me any time to sleep!" Gryffindor said so, and the knight ran faster than anyone else.

"You eat too much, you need to exercise more."

"Do not--"

Thus, the sleeping savior was abandoned by the Hogwarts Big Four...