the lost castle

Godric believed that he was attacked by a sudden evil spell, so he tried to recall what happened at the tea party just now, well, he stole Rowena's sugar bowl, and while Helga was not paying attention, he hated himself the most. The vegetable salad I ate was poured into the black lake to feed the octopus, and I tried to use my toe to hook Salazar's robe under the table-yes, it must be the curse that Salazar threw at him, but this spell It's very strange, the whole body is stiff and only feels the surrounding darkness, and the time seems to be very long here, it seems that it has been a few days and nights, and it seems that he just woke up after falling asleep in the middle, well next time he must be careful, maybe later As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his back on the ground, his eyes were full of spinning stars——

Hey?

Really lying on the ground, really seeing stars

In the dark night, bright stars are dotted, and occasionally there is a streak across the sky. This is the night of summer.Uh, did I just get thrown onto the Hogwarts lawn after being hit by a powerful stunning spell?

wrong!At least one powerful petrification spell or binding spell or something.

Godric felt he couldn't quite control anything but his eyes.

And the touch feeling under the body is also very strange, a little cold but not ice, not too soft but not too hard, it fluctuates slightly with my breathing, the arms are resting on the rough and uneven ground, so they protrude from the bottom of the body The comfort feels eerie.

Not a lawn, not a bed, not a damn blanket, Merlin, can you tell him why he is lying on Salazar's body in such a weird place and can't move?

Damn still lying on his back!

He couldn't see Salazar's situation at all, and he didn't know if he was awake like himself.

Under the night, there are three-storey narrow anomalies all around. It is probably the same thing as a house. The intervals between each building are exactly the same. There is a lawn in front of the house. But if the house can be made so beautiful, why only make it so small?How troublesome is it to break a large block of stone into smaller pieces, eh?The house doesn't seem to be made of stone—it's just what is this thing (street lamp...) that is as bright as a star and stays motionless on a wooden pole.Also, what is that little cage with four chubby things? Godric stared blankly at the little cage getting closer and closer. My frightened and distorted face (the driver was stunned by the sudden appearance of two lying people in the middle of the road), troublesome, it turned out to be a magical creature that eats people.

There was a screech of brakes, and then a scream, and one by one the house lights on Privet Drive went on.

"Damn Claire! Their kid comes back at three o'clock in the morning every day!" In the bedroom on the second floor of the Dursleys who moved back to Privet Drive after summer, the fat Vernon turned over and pulled on impatiently. Even though the summer is coming to an end, it is still quite hot and stuffy. The windows are not closed, so the noise outside is still transmitted clearly.

"What's going on, Claire?!"

"Oh God, you killed someone—"

"No!! Mom, I don't, I've pulled the brakes, and there are two lunatics out of nowhere lying in the middle of the road—oh man, that's so cool, where did you get that armor, look Looks prettier than the ones in the museum! Wearing this to a masquerade ball will be followed by girls."

"Why don't you hit me and lie still, call an ambulance—"

"Mom, my eyes are open, don't shout."

"Enough!" Vernon got up angrily and shouted, sticking his head out of the window, "Send it to the funeral home if you're dead, go to the hospital if you're still alive, don't make noise under other people's windows... yell..."

Uh, what did he see?Suddenly, two men in wizard robes jumped out of the air like a bubble burst.

"The central point of the severely disordered magical response—Merlin, so many Muggles!"

Wand drawn.

"Everything is forgotten."

Privet Drive gradually quieted down, and the two wizards had time to judge what had happened.

"Hey, poor luck, was it an apparition bug, or was it a magic item damage thing? Damn, I was watching the Quidditch club league when the siren went off and I got here to deal with you poor wizards, I guess You must at least pay a fine of more than 50 Galleons to the Ministry of Magic!!"

"Before that, I think we'll have to send them to St. Mungo's first." The other wizard who bent over to visit stood up and shook his head. consciousness."

"Merlin, crazy guy, I dare say that there are definitely not a few wizards like them who kill themselves every year."

"Be careful, that armor is a precious magic item."

"Wizard in Armor, the funniest thing of the year - damn it! Reporters of the Daily Prophet, don't include us in the picture, oh, there must be people from you in our department, come so fast every time!"

"Apparate!"

The street was empty again. Vernon maintained his rigid position by the window, rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and shouted angrily while waving his fists.

"You bloody stick-wielding lunatics, stop showing up at my door!!"

With a swipe, the lights of the surrounding houses came on again.

"...Uh, sorry, I saw a few homeless people making trouble, oh, it's them, they escaped..."

Vernon explained incoherently to the angry neighbors who appeared in the surrounding windows.

The stiff-faced Penny next to her tried to force a smile, indicating that it really happened.

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"Professor Slughorn, thank you for your explanation, but you just said that you saw Bella and Hagrid rubbing the wall as soon as you opened the door. In fact, you didn't see anything when they came back?"

"Uh... of course, Merlin knows what's going on." Slughorn wiped the sweat rolling down his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Madame Pomfrey, we think the most serious thing right now is to notify the Ministry of Magic to hunt down Bella..."

"Professor Sprout, there is no need to worry about this matter. Even if Bella was originally a lunatic, she has been a lot more cautious in the past few decades, really, there is no doubt about it." Arthur Weasley straightened his tie and thought Putting on the shirt made him feel extremely happy, "She was the first Death Eater to come back, so she won't be happy about coming back anytime soon?"

"why?"

"Voldemort." Ron muttered, taking a big mouthful of carrot bread, "We haven't found him in the Middle Ages. Death Eaters are so stubborn, aren't they? Why are you all looking at me? I said Isn't it true?"

——Because it is a fact.

A trip to the Middle Ages, it seems, would do the boy no harm.

"I don't know what happened to Hermione, did Harry notice that we were missing?"

Arthur froze his hand flipping through the newspaper and began to sigh.Hagrid on the opposite side has almost swallowed a whole table of food, making all the house-elves burst into tears, well, they won't hate him anymore when this half-giant enters the castle wearing dirty and muddy boots up.

"Don't read the newspaper, it's all useless nonsense recently, even Rita Skeeter's disappearance is on the front page." Slughorn snatched the newspaper from Arthur and threw it aside. Ron, who failed to snatch the lamb chops from Hagrid, went to get the juice in frustration, and casually glanced at the scattered Daily Prophet.

"puff--"

"Ron Weasley!!"

Ron, who was spraying juice like a fountain, choked and coughed, and jumped up with a face full of horror, pointing to a few-sentence report with a picture on the last page.

The newspapers of wizards are good at this. Even if it is an inconspicuous layout, a very simple description and moving photos can clearly show the reader what happened over and over again.

On a Muggle street, two Aurors wearing the clothes of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mishandling of Magic were lifting a man in armor from the middle of the road, and they could clearly see an unconscious wizard lying on the ground. Under the dark night, the delicate and gorgeous thorn patterns on the robe, and the mysterious and beautiful ancient magic patterns on the cuffs are composed of rune patterns, and some broken gem fragments are half-hanging in the scattered long black hair, shining faintly.

Hagrid and Arthur's pupils shrank together, and when their eyes fell on the brooch inlaid with turquoise pinned to the collar, the locket with the gold chain slipped out from the robe, and two sharp screams tore it apart instantly. It solved the questions that the people present wanted to blurt out.

"Merlin!!"