the lost castle

"The status quo in the wizarding world needs reform!"

Reporters from the Daily Prophet surrounded the fountain in front of the Ministry of Magic building on three floors and three floors outside. The magic cameras kept making clicks and thick white mist. The war had ended for several months, and all kinds of noise and speculation were no longer news. , the dead have been buried, and the missing have mysteriously appeared. No matter how many questions there are, people still can't help but turn their attention to the Ministry of Magic. For a long time, no matter whether those politicians are useless or fearful, the importance of the Ministry of Magic is still indescribable .

It was a time of strangely weird and powerful character emptiness.

Almost half of the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic died in the war, and some of them lay in St. Mungory and could not recover for a while. The rest were all Death Eaters, who disappeared with Voldemort.Therefore, Umbridge's qualifications are almost the oldest in the Ministry of Magic. Although her intention to favor the Death Eaters during the war was obvious, she cleverly argued that she was used by the Death Eaters for her eagerness for reform. Knowing that in the upper-class world of wizards, supporters of the theory of blood are still the majority.And Umbridge has been known to everyone at Hogwarts since the very beginning for reforming the existing education. He has received support from many people and still has many people insisting that it is correct. The resentment of wizards who were persecuted by Umbridge when the Dead Apostles took over the Ministry?Heck, those people would have been food for dementors or died in wars long ago.

Many things in the world are like this. People often devote themselves to it blindly for a slogan or a seemingly perfect future. What's more interesting is that they often imagine that empty slogan to be extremely beautiful, and they don't hear any wise people. warning.

Umbridge, wearing her pink robes with strange patterns, followed the few remaining directors of the Ministry of Magic and delivered a speech on the stage.Apart from the reporters from the Daily Prophet, there were more wizards around there. At least everyone felt very satisfied and supported the positive attitude of the Ministry of Magic.

——It can’t go on like this, without the Death Eaters, without the Order of the Phoenix, life still has to go on.

Anyway, war has become a historical term.

It's just that when the Ministry of Magic is fully confident in coordinating the British economy, they will find that they can only talk about it like they did in the past few years. This is Merlin's joke, and they always have to slow down.No, a politician who thinks he can deceive the people will never be Malfoy's opponent.The power of the ancient British aristocracy has long been firmly entrenched in every corner of the deepest place.

The corner of Draco's mouth curled up into a meaningless smile. He didn't use compound potion, but his face and appearance were by no means the characteristics of platinum nobles. In order to avoid the Holy See, wizards in the Middle Ages couldn't have endless compound potions at any time. Potions are given to them, and any magical spell can be invented where life is at stake.

Refold the last page of the previous day's Daily Prophet and put it in the cloak.

Draco hasn't been depressed for a long time.

In the sixth grade of Hogwarts, I lived in the gray atmosphere almost all day long, but it has been so long that it is almost forgotten. For decades, war and strategy have been the specialty of all nobles in the Middle Ages. The look is often doomed to failure.

But this time...

Draco couldn't help smiling at last, it was different from the proud and contemptuous smile he had when he was young, it was purely a cold smile that he could stay out of it because he felt something interesting and suddenly happened.

Slytherin and Gryffindor - Hogwarts, you really brought the biggest surprise of all.

Was it more ridiculous, interesting, and dangerous to be found by the Ministry of Magic lying in front of the Muggle house where the scarred savior used to live?Well, don't get close to St. Mungo's in the last ten days, it's safer to leave the Ministry of Magic and don't come back...

"boom!"

The pitch-black flames emerged from the fireplace and spread all the way, almost instantly, wrapping the surroundings like night.

Uh, it seems to be a step too late.Draco twitched the corners of his eyes, began to put his hands on his forehead, and searched around for where in the vicinity seemed safer.The podium was in chaos, everyone was panicking and fled to a place they thought was safe, the sharp sound of apparition came and went, or it was good to go through a war, at least everyone knew to run away instead of being dumbfounded Stand still to see what happened.

"Damn it, where did you hide that wand!"

The tall half giant stepped out of the flames in one step, and before everyone could react, he firmly grasped the pink shadow that was crawling and preparing to evacuate, and then shook violently involuntarily.

"...Merlin...you vulgar deserving...half-giant kissed by a dementor!"

Without thinking, Umbridge struggled desperately to draw his wand.

"Now, at once, hand over that wand that you took from St. Mungo's yesterday!"

Arthur Weasley was not far behind, and immediately pressed his wand against Umbridge's fat and short neck, causing the latter to scream in horror, and kept waving his hands and feet, struggling even harder.

——Merlin knew that if he didn't take the initiative now, it wouldn't be just the Ministry of Magic that would be in trouble later.

Madam Pomfrey stood there dizzy, forgive her for being really confused about this situation.

"Tell us, where is that wand you took yesterday?"

"...Order of the Phoenix!! A liar wearing a hero mask!!" Pink Toad screamed desperately, using a tone similar to excitement and sharpness, facing the prophecy who was still sticking to his post but hiding behind the trash can A reporter from the Daily News roared loudly, "You will go to the Wizengamot Tribunal for what you have done today...

"Shut up, we've come to our senses about this!" Hagrid impatiently shook the pink toad in his hand again. To be honest, he really didn't dare to look back at the faces of the two gentlemen who were slowly walking out of the flames. expression.

Looking impatiently at the chaos around him, Salazar endured the still throbbing pain in his chest, while forcibly suppressing the urge to cast a black spell on the culprit beside him who had broken two ribs and throw him a mile away. While avoiding thinking about why he can't feel the existence of another self, maybe it's the magic wand, maybe Ling Cha will be there when he gets it back.

But Godric's patience has run out, or a certain knight can't wait to make up for his mistakes.

"To the bone!"

Umbridge suddenly howled loudly.

Madam Pomfrey was dumbfounded, and because the people of the Order of the Phoenix had stayed in the Middle Ages for too long, they hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem for a while. The brave reporters of the Daily Prophet gasped and frantically scrapped the film. Draco in the hiding place unconsciously ran his fingers along the hair scattered on his shoulders, feeling that things were getting more and more interesting.

Use the Unforgivable Curse on Ministry of Magic officials in public.

Well, of course the founder of Gryffindor House wouldn't mind cohabiting with dementors.

"At the...office...beside the desk..."

Umbridge twitched all over, fell from Hagrid's hands and rolled all over the floor, screaming in pain, and of course she would answer any question asked at this time.

Godric had already rushed out, followed by Ron with a gray expression on his face, and Arthur Weasley, who was worried that they would not be able to find their way.

Salazar didn't move, because he could feel that the witch hadn't finished speaking.

"...in the trash can..."

Draco directly cut off several long hairs of his own, and his heart ached so much that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Why is it in the trash—" Madam Pomfrey also lost control, grabbing Umbridge from the ground and yelling.

"...Help...Help!" Pink Toad screamed and rolled, because at that moment, it was as if an invisible sharp knife appeared in the air and brushed past her body, and countless bloody cuts appeared on the skin under the clothes. Madam Pomfrey was so startled that she quickly let go and backed away, turning her head in horror, the aftermath of the magical shock slowly faded from Duke Slytherin's body.But what is frightening is that a more terrifying and powerful magic pressure is also condensing.

Just now, it was just a sudden rage causing mood swings.

The lake-green pupils were so cold that they seemed to be still.

"...I don't know, help~~ I don't know... I just used the Cleansing Charm and it just...cleaned...it disconnected...Ollivander said...it was useless in the first place Wand, help... ah—"

The pupils froze suddenly, and countless blood droplets spewed out again. There was no one good place on Umbridge's body now.

Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid stared at each other silently, feeling for the first time what is called one's own heart, the terrible despair of sinking down forever.

Merlin on!I hope that the Ministry of Magic will still exist in Britain after today...

The long robe and jet-black hair rose without wind, and the lake-green pupils were gradually stained with a strange crimson shade.

Well, that's great, isn't it, in the decades of his life, he has never been so irritated and shaken by the urge to throw all the black magic together.

"Take the dark wizard's wand..."

The ground around the toes below cracked silently in a radial pattern.

The outstretched fingers were slender and pale, just like that elegant yet inexplicably terrifying face.It was an extremely strange dislocation as if time stood still, as if at this moment, people had just seen clearly his cold and curved eyebrows and eyes from the confusion and panic, and the robe reflecting the dark green light was so deep and cold. There is everything in the lake green eyes, that kind of clarity seems to be directly oppressing the soul, in the bone marrow, there is a kind of shock that reverses time, it is obviously such a perfect appearance, but it makes people tremble involuntarily, and let out a horrified cry cry.

【...And I will not give you death. 】

"Boom!"

In the entire building where the Ministry of Magic used to hang ministers' photos, the windows on the middle floor were all shattered, to be precise, they were thrown out together with the window frames, along with broken tables and chairs and parchment flying all over the sky , perhaps adding the terrified screams just after the dead silence.

That floor is Umbridge's office. Those who went up before seem to have found the wand's wreckage, right?

Draco had already begun to rummage through the portkeys on his body.

Starting from the palm, one bone after another protruded from the flesh and skin. The shattered glass under the Ministry of Magic building was probably not magic, but Umbridge's terrible wailing.

Expressionless, seemingly in a trance and dissociated, Salazar's fingers holding his chest tightened suddenly, as if it was not for an unhealed wound, but for the anxiety that could not be suppressed even if he touched his flesh and blood. However, he could only hear the beating of his heart. sound.

【Lingcha... you are still there, you must still be somewhere...】