the lost castle

An owl flitted across the branches calmly in the dark night. Its movements were very calm and fast, not like a forager in the dark.For wizards, this kind of owl is very familiar to them, and in the darkness, the golden-red lace strap tied to the owl's feet is particularly eye-catching. It flapped its wings and continued to the end of the river. Fly to the field in the dark.And since he came out of the forest, he has been controlling the height and gradually descending. This action immediately caught Hermione's attention.

"There are wizards living there!"

The Gryffindor Mobile Library looked firmly towards the end of the valley where the dilapidated houses looked like a village. The night was too dark to see anything clearly, but it was obviously good news for the panic-stricken people.

"We have to figure out where this is." Arthur Weasley finally recovered his breath and looked around.

The cold air filled their chests, at first because of panic and fear, and after they came out of the woods, the cold became more and more obvious-the night of the Hogwarts duel, if they hadn't suffered collective amnesia, it should have been in May, But from the color of the leaves of the plants, the temperature of the air, and even the withered barrenness of the fields, it is obvious to them that these are not the scenes that Britain should have in May.

"Or bread and pumpkin juice." George tightened his clothes.

"As long as it's hot." Mrs. Weasley patted herself on the chest. She was barely relieved until now, at least her child and husband were safe now.

Everyone hurried to the valley.Because the Death Eaters were not far away from them, although they didn't know what was on the other side of the woods, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix still maintained the utmost vigilance. Holding a magic wand, they walked along the river and around the village-they dared not rush in without knowing where it was.

The closer you get, the more you can feel a sense of absurdity welling up.

Those crumbling houses, with all kinds of shelters hanging on the walls made of mud, and some pickled prey, most of them are things like rabbits, dilapidated farm tools are piled together randomly, cattle and sheep In the dilapidated wooden circle, he turned around and looked at them with difficulty, humming from his nostrils.

"Isn't this place too poor?" Ron rarely saw a house more terrifying than his own.

"I don't think it's a matter of poverty." Hermione slowed down and said in a low voice, "Professor McGonagall, there's no light at all here."

I used to have an indescribable weird feeling when looking from a high place to the valley, and I will really feel it.In any part of the UK, there is no completely dark settlement, there are Muggles who don't sleep in the middle of the night.

"No lights, no candles..." murmured Hermione.

The crops are growing neatly and densely on the flat field. It is too dark to be clear. At the end of the seemingly fertile flat land, there is a corner of a gray building exposed behind a gentle slope. It is not a magnificent castle or a tall wall. From a distance, it should be just an ordinary house, but it is quite decent in such a place.

"and many more."

"I'll freeze to death outside." Ron complained, his hair was messed up by Hagrid, and the half-giant touched his nose in a low voice: "The mysterious man is too close to us, Professor McGonagall, if we Don’t hurry up and take these little guys away—”

A black shadow flew out from the shadow of the window, and quickly swept in the direction they came from.

"It's that owl just now." Hermione became excited all of a sudden, "There must be wizards living there!"

They are eager to find a place at night that can temporarily restore their magic power, even if there is only a sip of hot tea or bread, as long as they ask where it is, they can use apparition to leave quickly after everything is restored.

Getting closer, it was a three-storey house with gray bricks piled up neatly, and lush vines covered the wall on the other side near the gentle slope. After turning along the river and reaching the other side of the valley, I saw a A faint yellow light shone in a third window above the solid wooden door.

"Granger!"

Professor McGonagall caught Hermione who wanted to go straight ahead in time, with a cold expression, "There is a Muggle repelling spell!"

"Wizards' residences usually have Muggle repelling spells!" Professor Flitwick hopped his feet, trying to see clearly. He stumbled along the way, almost being supported by Luna. The girl's eyes were hazy. It seemed that she was looking far away, so Ginny could only grab Professor Charms' other arm to prevent the two from falling out together, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Get out, get out!"

With a lot of hands and feet, Professor Flitwick finally squeezed out of the crowd, stood on tiptoe, shrank his neck suddenly, his face turned pale.Professor Charms has goblin blood, is short and easily frightened, but this does not negate that he is still a powerful wizard, well, he won a duel championship when he was young.

"dark magic!"

"what?"

"Anyone who pushes open that door or approaches the window from the outside will be attacked." Professor Flitwick seemed to be trying to guess what kind of black magic was cast outside the house, but he could barely distinguish something dangerous and controlling. Even if he is a Ravenclaw dean who has almost read the Hogwarts library, he can't tell what kind of magic it is. You must know that there are always few existing materials about black magic, and the UK is far more than that. Germany kept much less.

"Merlin!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Ron who was walking in front all the way behind her in surprise, looked at the village less than a mile away, and said angrily: "It's so close to the Muggles. dark magic……"

The dim light in the window seemed to break through the warmth of the darkness, no one would be willing to stay away like this.

"Go, a dark wizard will never have the patience to listen to you!" Arthur shouted from behind to let everyone leave.

"But dark wizards will have hot coffee and bread just like ordinary people." Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"Come on, you can't even use the Warmth Charm!"

Ron blushed and looked at his sister. At home, especially opposite Ginny, he always had no say.

The door opened, and the warm light streamed out from inside, before they had time to leave, they were suddenly exposed from the darkness.Responding quickly, they immediately raised their wands, and soon they realized that it was meaningless not to be able to use magic wands, so they quickly pulled the stunned people around them back.

A stooped figure stood at the door.

Against the light, with gray hair and a face that cannot be seen clearly, a pair of azure blue eyes are very sharp.

Harry even thought of Dumbledore for a moment. They were the same eyes that had experienced a lot but were still wise and young. No one could see anything from them, and no one could ignore such eyes.

"Good evening, Traveler."

The old wizard's voice was hoarse and dry. He stood at the door, not intending to come out, but he didn't have a wand in his hand.

Harry and Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, but the two professors and the Weasleys cautiously signaled the children to back off again. They are not children who have just left school and only experienced a year of war. In the past ten years, the Order of the Phoenix has become more It's more about fighting lurking Death Eaters in the dark, and they've seen a lot of people pretending to try to escape, and not having a wand in their hands doesn't mean they won't attack, nor does it prove that the wand isn't up their sleeve.

"Uh, good evening." Harry hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke. He always respected the elders, especially when the elders showed kindness. After all, it was the old wizard who opened the door himself. I don’t know what this place is. If the other party is really a dark wizard like a Death Eater, he probably wouldn’t cast a Muggle-repelling spell around the house and kill Muggles directly. A wizard who really hates Muggles won’t live in So close to Muggles.

"We...uh, encountered a magical accident, can you tell me where this is?"

Although the light was very warm, and the sound of the stove burning inside the door could be heard, after all, they had no ability to protect themselves. This was another wizard who could use black magic, so it was better not to go in and hope for food.

The old wizard glanced slowly over the faces of the people and the wands in their hands, revealing a weird smile.

"I can tell, though I'm more curious where you guys are wizards from - it's like you've never been in the Muggle world."

"what?"

"Welcome to Hufflepuff Valley." The old wizard said, turned and went in, without greeting or saying anything, the door was still open, as if he knew that everyone would put down when they heard this name Just like coming in.

But he was wrong.

"Hufflepuff, Dale?"

Forgive everyone freezes.

Merlin, how do these two words go together?Is there such a place on earth?Or, did they get it wrong?

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That 'Benevolent Hufflepuff, From the Open Dale' sung by the Sorting Hat

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