the lost castle

There is a place in England called Hogwarts.

In the dark depths of the castle, there came a strange and inexplicable sound that sounded like panting and whining. It really sent chills down the spine to hear it suddenly in the middle of the night, but now even the timid Neville was not afraid—because he also had the same voice one of the manufacturers.

The wand in his hand, using the cleaning spell one after another, ah, the current leader of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​definitely Mrs. Molly Weasley, seeing that she can bake bread and is proficient in housework magic, everyone must obey her Commander, it is possible to complete the work that needs to be done before getting tired. As for the Death Eaters, heck, who cares whether you are the Order of the Phoenix or a Death Eater now, you have to live in the shadow of the Big Four at Hogwarts Castle Is it a simple thing?Washing the dishes, cooking, cleaning the room, and cleaning the castle are too late. I can cast the cleaning spell until the magic power is exhausted. Bella threw a curse while Arthur was cleaning the floor, but Rowena saw it Well, poor Bella didn't get up straight for seven days to finish mopping the entire castle floor.

For ten years all the Death Eaters had been trying to steal effective household magic used by the Order of the Phoenix under Mrs Weasley.So when Bella and Hagrid stayed up all night holding up their eyelids and trying to clean the wall, of course they only walked along the corner. ——

Keep on wand-throwing cleansing spells, mopping floors, trying, struggling.

Um?Are you too tired? Why are there lumps of ash in the gaps in the walls?It must be that half-giant/mad woman who is lazy!Hmph, the two each made a voice expressing disdain and wind anger from their throats, and when they heard footsteps coming from far and near, they hurriedly buried their heads and continued to wipe.

The dignity of a wizard?Don't say that there is nothing in front of the Big Four.

Is the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters incompatible?We have all been deceived by history, the two founders are simply—well, Merlin, we have not made an appointment for afternoon tea with you—Hagrid thinks simply, but Bella smiles silently and viciously, just wait, as long as the master puts everything in order Get ready... The great Voldemort is already by your side, but you don't know it at all...

Professor Slughorn, in his vertically striped pajamas, opened the window and opened the door for a breath of fresh air on such a fine morning, and was immediately greeted by this magical pair of wall-wiping house-elves in the cellar corridor Startled, he fell backwards and fell straight into the door.

"Professor Slughorn?"

The real house-elf screamed as Slughorn fell over the plate it had just apparated to, the soup of bread, carrot juice and cutlets coating Slughorn's striped pajamas. Got new colors.

Uh, Professor Slughorn, such a familiar name.

I seem to have heard it somewhere?

Lifting their heads from the dust, both Hagrid and Bella were lost in thought for a moment.I'm still doing the wiping work on my hands, huh?Of course it has to be finished, otherwise there will be no breakfast, lunch and dinner (...don’t get me wrong that it’s not abuse, but that you need someone else to continue to do the work before it’s finished, so there will be no manpower to cook...you have to stop eating), Wait, isn't this guy with a fat waist that can be compared with a half-giant——

"Professor Slughorn!"

Even if he hasn't seen him for more than twenty years, he is still easy to recognize with such a distinctive appearance.

Turn your head away and continue rubbing.

Wait, that Hogwarts professor who had been teaching her about potions was actually with the Order of the Phoenix in the end!Bella's sharp, terrifying laughter suddenly echoed in the cellar.

Hagrid raised his head inexplicably, looking at his puzzled eyes, he must have thought that Bella finally couldn't bear the life in the Middle Ages and went crazy as she wished.

"Merlin! Master!! I'm back, this is not the era of witch hunts, this is not the era of holy wars, I..." Before Bella could finish laughing loudly, she was interrupted by a louder and more excited voice.

"We're back! We're back!!"

There is one place in England, Hogwarts.

Harry Potter noticed a subtle change.Several years have passed, and even Mrs. Weasley didn't have to hint to ask him when he was going to marry Ginny, but he used all kinds of clumsy excuses every time, but he didn't know why he did it. Ginny treated him as usual, but the ingenious tacit understanding during the escape and Ginny who could suddenly give him a correct idea when he was in a state of confusion seemed to have disappeared.Although at that time I didn't even know if I could see the morning light of the next day, although Ginny was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake and even sometimes her memory was confused, but after living alone in the Middle Ages for ten years, Harry would always dream of friends, professors, and of course There was also Ginny, but more often it was the days of fleeing with Hermione Ron looking for Horcruxes in seventh grade.

The portraits of all the Headmasters at Hogwarts are certainly far superior to the Gryffindor Living Library.

Harry found that what he lacked was not effective reminders and the help of abilities.

Just, don't want to be alone.

No one can be trusted, I dare not trust anyone, at least Ginny, absolutely not... Well, maybe there are people who can be trusted, Bishop Galbert is a very good person, but he just doesn't want to trust wizards.Harry looked at his hair silently, he never thought that one day he would be called a devil, whether it was a wizard or a Muggle, at the first moment of contact, seeing his appearance with black hair and green eyes, he was silent Like a chilling cicada, resentment, fear and awe, all kinds of projected gazes are so terrifying that the savior has lingering fears in his heart.To stay in the West Frankish kingdom is to live among a group of people who look at him like a devil.But this is also the reason why he absolutely dare not stay anymore - the savior strongly suspects that half of the terrible stories of the dark wizard in Slytherin are self-inflicted, but in fact he rarely uses the death curse (the problem is also here, when he really encounters The unlucky Duke of Slytherin is dead, you will not kill people casually, and the legends that have been rendered by all the living people are of course terrible).

How did Salazar Slytherin's life go.

Sometimes Harry couldn't help thinking about these weird questions in a daze.

When the war subsided somewhat, he returned to England with Ginny, because this land had the only hope of returning home, and if not, because all their own relatives were here.

Maybe it would be nice to marry Ginny and stay here with my friends and everyone in the Order.

It's just that Harry sometimes feels inexplicably that he prefers Ginny, whom he hasn't met for more than ten years. The faster time goes by, the less and less emotion he felt when he saw Qiu Zhang. After Woz, I felt as if something was missing, but I couldn't tell what it was.Sometimes it’s easy to get distracted, as if I was still thinking about something a minute ago, and then I looked up and went to the kitchen. Although I have an impression of what I did 1 minutes ago, I have no reason to do it. This is getting weirder and weirder recently. one thing.

"Harry—"

"what?"

"You were just telling me the difference between the Avada Curse and other black magic." Hermione whispered dissatisfiedly reminding her friends that they had just turned around a water-stained corridor, and they seemed to be able to hear it from a distance. There was an argument over there, but Hermione paid no attention.In fact, she doesn't love knowledge that much, just don't stop suddenly after finishing the first half of the sentence.

"Uh, Hermione, I'm sorry." Harry said dryly, but he really didn't remember where he was talking about, and why he would bring up this topic inexplicably.

As a result, Harry's expression was misunderstood by Hermione, and she immediately said:

"Harry, black magic is also very useful, haven't we experienced it all these years? I'm not Ron, and I won't scoff at all black magic..."

"Speaking of Ron, why didn't you see him coming for breakfast?"

"He said to wake Dad up." Hermione had been married to Ron for several years, and Harry felt that he also wanted such a safe and secure life. "Hermione, we will go back sooner or later."

"Stop talking about it again."

"Hermione, it's only ten years..."

"It's been 23 years since we came to the Middle Ages," Hermione didn't want to laugh at her friend, who was still the best friend, but after a long while, she still couldn't help but took out the beaded bag she brought and took out this Small smooth glass mirrors that simply didn't exist in the era.

"How long has it been since you looked at your own face, Harry? I bet even your aunt wouldn't recognize you if you went back like this."

"Oh, don't mention them..."

Hermione signaled to the four wizards who came back from outside the castle that they would hide when they saw them. Although they were very familiar with each other now, they still felt chills down their spines just thinking about them:

"Look, we've survived even the scariest things? I think I'm mentally tough enough that nothing can scare me anymore."

Still Harry couldn't stop glancing at the mirror.

Indeed, it had been a long time since he had seen his appearance so clearly, the pale skin and the thinned and enlarged eyes, the green color made Harry shiver.

"I don't remember where it was said, it seems that Avada Kedavra—"

"Snapped!"

The two witches looked at each other incredulously at the first instant of reaction. Yes, the founder has the right to apparate inside Hogwarts, but the four who just attended Helga's tea party were strangely surprised. In the sudden change, Helga also saw clearly the expressions of astonishment and bewilderment on their faces.

"Godric? Salazar?"

This is Hogwarts!

Could they still disappear suddenly in the castle?