the lost castle

"Hogwarts? It was built ten years ago—sorry, I should probably say that Hogwarts was built in AD 986. It was a huge and perfect project. Tens of thousands of Galleons were dumped into the castle In the core of the magic circle at the bottom, there are wonderful alchemy and runes, and countless blood..."

Aberforth Dumbledore sat there watching Draco lazily leaning on an ornately carved armchair that he himself transformed with Transfiguration. The sun was shining in from the window, giving people a vague haze, just like the platinum-haired wizard in front of them, it was difficult to confirm that he was a teenager with a gloomy look a month ago.

This kind of very strong magic power fluctuation.Also, extremely dangerous breath.

Aberforth thought angrily, that's what dark wizards are all about anyway.

"Potter used the 'duplicate into double' spell to bring the portraits of all Hogwarts headmasters back to the Middle Ages. Do you think he relied on the ridiculous title of 'Savior'?"

The conflict between Draco and Harry must of course start from Madam Malkin's robe shop and the Hogwarts Express.

Slytherin's narrow-mindedness and Gryffindor's carelessness, even a small matter as big as a sesame mung bean, is enough to cause decades of mutual quarrel.

"—And as far as I know, among those people, I was the first one to come back."

Aberforth did not face the enemy as Draco imagined, but frowned, but said in a rough and perfunctory voice:

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, that's really good news."

"Huh?" Raising his eyebrows, the platinum-haired wizard stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a finely carved fine gold, and the bottom was a crystal cup wrapped with a dark green fire dragon, which was filled with amber clear wine , the gray-blue eyes slowly narrowed, and sneered softly:

"Whose tomb belongs to?"

Don't think that Aberforth is the kind of smart wizard who judges the situation. He is a Gryffindor. The more he finds it difficult to mess with, the less he wants to give a good face to the stubbornness, let alone make him fear Draco. It was really too difficult, especially when I found out that the seemingly dangerous dark wizard in front of me was still as proud and conceited as the platinum-haired boy with his chin raised, so he couldn't help but sneer:

"So, what does Little Mr. Malfoy think?" Aberforth added the accent on the word "little" maliciously again, but he didn't expect that Draco's movements of leaning back on the chair froze slightly, then raised his glass, slowly Swallowing the cold wine slowly, he stood up, and with a wave of his hand, he changed the chair back to the original rough patchwork of wood.

"None of the things you worried about happened. Potter is alive and well, at least he thinks so."

"Although I hope so, it's a pity that members of the Malfoy family will never disclose news that is not beneficial."

"..." Draco looked back at him fixedly, then walked out the door:

"I believe my godfather chose death, and is not afraid of death, but the living are afraid of those. All those who prevent it, are not only interests and camps that can replace it?"

"Really? Given that none of the things you said I was worried about happened - self righteous boy! So what is the final outcome of the war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix?"

"no result."

"kindness?

Draco Malfoy didn't even look back, leaving only an understatement:

"Reconciliation."

Aberforth almost choked to death on his own saliva, rolled his eyes for a long time, and finally cursed angrily:

"Nonsense! Huh, Malfoy is a good-talking fellow, boy, don't let me see you walk through this door again!"

Walking on the streets of Hogsmeade, because of the use of the ignore spell, the wizards in twos and threes on the road did not notice Draco who had such a dazzling appearance.

Hog's Head Pub, Honey Dukes, Joke Shop, The Three Broomsticks... He stopped not far from the "Three Broomsticks" signboard, because he remembered a lot. The cursed opal necklace was given in a box to a girl at Hogwarts when he was doing something hopeless and had to do it at the order of the Dark Lord.

Kill Dumbledore.

But in the end, the godfather protected himself behind him and read Awada to the principal.

Often the one who is protected is the last to know the price paid.

Like him, like Potter that stupid lion.

This unremarkable street full of childish things has been going on for 23 years. Draco sometimes even felt that all this was just a nightmare, but now he suddenly woke up and was confused.

Where else could he go?

Fathers, mothers, friends and even enemies are still 1000 years ago.

Only he must come back.

And Merlin just happened to give him this opportunity by such a coincidence.

"Malfoy Manor!"

The dizziness after the apparition disappeared quickly, and the tall, manicured shrubs, the flat branches that once allowed white peacocks to walk on, were gone. Three weeks changed a lot.

The gorgeous and elegant hall is full of messed up parchment and broken decorations. The speed of the Ministry of Magic's search of noble houses has always been the fastest. The manor of the Death Apostles headquarters is known by many Death Eaters, and anyone who is timid and exposes it to the Ministry of Magic after the war will completely expose the location.

The edge of the robe dragged across the carpet, which was stained with a large bloodstain.

A house-elf died there. Judging from the curled up body, it should have screamed and rushed to the Ministry of Magic's search officials, and was finally torn apart by a cutting curse.

So in the end it was the house-elf who kept the family decent?

The second floor and up are all important places, and ordinary Death Eaters can't enter at all, so they are still intact, because there is no leak from the Secret Keeper, even if they want to go upstairs, they can't find the stairs.

Pushing open the door of the room where I lived for more than ten years, sitting on my favorite chair, I found that everything in the room was so strange, even looking at the handwriting that belonged to me on the piece of parchment on the table. Very weird.

Counting it carefully, the basilisk will be born in about a few years, and by that time, no matter how stupid Potter is, he probably won't be able to keep the secret.However, a few years ago 1000 years ago, how long is it here?

Draco felt that time was running out for him.

But he didn't expect Merlin to be stingy with giving him even an hour.

Hogwarts Castle.

The people attending the funeral had dispersed, and Madam Pomfrey helped Hufflepuff head Professor Sprout, whose eyes were red from crying, to walk back. The sun was warm, but both of them felt cold.

Hogwarts, when will it be so deserted?

"New principal, new professor... I don't think I can take this, woo."

"Oh, no, you know, if you leave, Professor Sprout, the school will not be able to find the principal and dean who make the students feel the best within two months..." Slughorn Snotting his nose, at least compared to the Ministry of Magic, his sadness is still real. He just avoids danger and is not afraid of those. What he thinks now is definitely not whether he will have the opportunity to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, because this position has already Became a puppet candidate for the Ministry of Magic.The dean is also facing such a crisis, so he tried his best to imply that Professor Sprout should at least keep the position of Hufflepuff dean for the students.

Madam Pomfrey gave Slughorn a wink, signaling him not to bring up these matters at this time.

Just as the three of them walked through the hall, there was a wizard with red hair wearing a gray robe that looked like pajamas, but he looked very frustrated. Even the poorest and marginal tribal wizards in Africa did not have such backward clothes made of Muggle coarse cloth. Turning around from the corridor with his eyes wobbly, muttering as he walked:

"Strange, is there something wrong with what Molly cooked yesterday? Why does the wall look so faded?"

All three professors froze, and Professor Slughorn's mouth slowly opened.

And the red-haired wizard was still rubbing his eyes and muttering:

"It's strange, why even the bricks on the ground are broken like this, could it be that Lord Gryffindor and the Duke of Slytherin fought again early in the morning... eh?"

The gaze followed Slughorn's green robes, then the bulging round belly, and the funny expression stiffened by too much fright.

"Slugger...Professor Horne?!" This is the Potions Professor when he was in school, how could he not know him, especially in the last two years Dumbledore specially invited him out to serve as the head of Slytherin again.

"Arthur Weasley?!" The second to scream was Madam Pomfrey.

"Uh——" the red-haired wizard glanced blankly at the faces of the three professors, then rubbed his eyes and turned away, "Hermione? Ron? Ginny... Cough, no sound, I said, it really is Dreaming!"

"father!"

Arthur Weasley froze suddenly, moving his neck back inch by inch.

Then, he saw Bill, Charlie, and Fleur standing aside, standing behind the three professors, looking over with excitement and tears on their faces.

The red-haired wizard suddenly lay on the ground, touching the bricks, the engravings on the corridor that had been weathered due to time, the medieval armor at the corner for decoration, and even the portraits on the wall that were happy watching the theater. The angry and dissatisfied shouts of those oil paintings came.

"I'm back, I'm really back... Merlin, I thought I was going to die in the Middle Ages!"

Weeping and laughing for a long while, after showing enough of the show to a group of people, Arthur suddenly stood up:

"No, Molly! They're still... they're not... No! I'm going back! I'm going back!!"

"Dizzy!"

Madam Pomfrey watched in surprise that Arthur even dodged the spell in the midst of confusion and madness, and quickly signaled to the others around. "Dizzy!"

Three Hogwarts professors, plus three others, none of the six spells hit Arthur... Suddenly, even Charlie began to wonder if the man in front of him was his father. .

Because after such a careful look, although the face has not changed much, the wrinkles and the white dots on the temples are obviously old that my father does not have at this age.

"Boom!"

Arthur, who escaped all the spells, bumped into a suit of armor at the turn, and fell down dizzily.

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