the lost castle
Chapter 7 Excuse me, where is this
"Wait, you said, this is Hufflepuff, the valley?" Harry raised his voice and stammered, "I'm sorry, did I hear something wrong..."
"Along this fork of the Otter, there is only one valley to come, traveler, will you not enter?"
The old wizard turned his head back lightly, he stretched out his hand, and some silver-gray powder was sprinkled into the fireplace, and the flame instantly turned into an incomparably warm orange, bringing steaming heat that made the shivering people outside the door involuntarily move forward again. They moved, and the silver jug on a crude little stove smelled of milk, and above the fireplace hung a portrait of a Witch, with a wrinkled face and a wrinkled face, watching them with a kindly smile. Can't tell the specific appearance, wearing a shawl with exquisite weavers, brown pupils seem to have a kind of soothing magic power, which is soothing to everything.
This portrait is not exquisite, and the metal on the edge of the frame is even worn and faded.
Hermione's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she strode into the door immediately.
"Hermione!"
Harry chased after him, and Ron was even more afraid that if no one went in, he would end up staying outside and continuing to suffer from hunger and cold. How could professors rest assured of their students.Although things exceeded their expectations, and the old wizard didn't seem to be malicious, it is an indisputable fact that there is black magic outside the house. Entering a place where a black wizard lives is like stepping into a trap. Waiting for Merlin to call.
The house is huge, at least from a distance, the living room on the bottom floor should not be so big.
But for wizards, it is not uncommon to expand the space. From tents to carriages, they have always liked it, but this living room is not as they imagined, full of black magic items, and there is no gorgeous decoration. decorate.The floor and walls are covered with thick animal fur, which is soft and comfortable. There are no sofas, only a few chairs that look too hard, but no one will pick these details when they are hungry and cold, and they even wish they could just lie down Soft fur on the floor.
As soon as the door is closed, the warm feeling spreads from the soles of the feet to every inch of the body, as if soaked in warm water, and the comfortable tiredness immediately invades. If it is not for hunger and vigilance, it is possible to fall asleep directly.
The old wizard didn't use his wand, he tapped his finger around the wall far away.All the candles on the hanging wall lamps were lit up, and the living room lit up all of a sudden. From a distance, you could see the stairs leading to the second floor on the other side of the curtain, the rows of bookshelves extending from there, and the three or four bookshelves. A long table, on which were scattered books and strange-looking silverware, as well as some small and slender tools, bottles and jars, and a whole set of crucibles of different sizes from large to small.
All eyes fell on the pile of silverware.
Some of them are very familiar, with long necks, spraying mist, some are spinning, and some are making strange sounds.
The old wizard seemed to have noticed their eyes, glanced over there casually, and then smiled: "Ah, a complete set of alchemy equipment is rare, and I have been collecting and manufacturing it for more than 50 years before I can get it together."
——I thought the silverware in Dumbledore's office was a toy to attract children's attention——Professor McGonagall moved in his heart, looked at Professor Flitwick, and found that the other party also looked curious and surprised, and suddenly had that ominous premonition stronger.
It started from hearing the word Gryffindor from the passing Muggles and the wizard who took Neville away from the castle...
"Let's warm up. England is sometimes very cold in October. You don't have enough clothes." The old wizard looked at the crowd, then clapped his hands, and two house-elves appeared with a snap. The brown tea towel with a badge tattooed on it looked respectful and humble, and did not keep staring at the unknown guest.
And Harry and the others were completely shocked by the word "October".
Although the absolute temperature and seasonal characteristics were autumn before, there is no doubt that May still looks like autumn in the northernmost part of the UK, or in other places in Europe.
One of the house elves handed the large copper cups with the bottom to Harry and the others one by one, and the other picked up the pot on the stove and poured steaming milk into their cups.
The warm aroma tempted them to gulp down the milk. Harry was still hesitating, but found that Ron was already drinking it.He touched Ron nervously, only to find that Hermione also took a sip from the glass.
——This is the house of the Dark Wizard!
Harry was a little anxious, but he heard a bang, and it turned out that Professor Flitwick fell straight to the ground.
Now everyone became nervous, and even Ron was so frightened that he kept looking at the cup.Luna looked around as if nothing happened, but Ginny blushed and said a little bit tongue-tiedly: "Professor, the professor didn't drink milk..."
Professor Flitwick fainted suddenly by himself.
"professor?"
The old wizard was taken aback, and repeated in confusion.
Everyone's expressions tightened. There was something they hadn't noticed all along, and now they felt it was very strange.This old wizard's home and his appearance don't match the characteristics of a dark wizard, which is fine, but he doesn't even know Harry Potter, especially according to what he said, he should be an English wizard, who was outside the door before, It may also be because the light is too dim and it is difficult to distinguish, but it is really strange that he still did not recognize one of so many people after entering the door for so long.
McGonagall looked at the age of this old wizard, and he was about 20 years older than himself, but Filius Flitwick had goblin blood, and his life span was much longer than that of ordinary wizards. It is said that Dumbledore has not yet come to become a wizard. He started teaching Charms when Transfiguration was a professor, and all wizards in England, except those who are Squibs or those who refuse to reply to the Hogwarts admission letter and refuse to go to school, have to go to Hogwarts for seven years—
"Ah, we took Xiaohu... we took the students through here, and only saw this village, and it's so poor." Hagrid drank the milk in the cup in one breath, staining his beard all over his face. Dots of white stains on it.
"Student?" The old wizard repeated the word again, with obvious confusion in his eyes, and then an unconcealable anger, "The big green sea is not far south of Hufflepuff Valley, poverty? Where did you come from?" Come, Rome?"
"Where is the Big Green Sea?" Ron stretched out his head and asked in a low voice.
"Mediterranean!" Hermione said in a sharp tone: "Before the Middle Ages and the ancient Greek civilization, it was called the Great Green Sea. Have you learned the history of magic?"
"It's better to just say that the Mediterranean Sea..." Ron muttered dissatisfiedly, without realizing the seriousness of the problem at all.
"We're from Hogwarts, and the Warden's cottage next to the Forbidden Forest is a hundred times better than the Muggle houses outside."
Hagrid didn't know the worries of the others, he had already blurted out carelessly.
"Hogwarts? Dark Forest?" The old wizard slowly shook his head, "I've never heard of it."
"Merlin? No way, Hogwarts, the only school of magic in England, the best school of magic in the world, you, you haven't even heard of it!" Hagrid blew his beard and stared.
"School? What's that?"
The old wizard frowned, obviously not as friendly as when he opened the door before, and Harry and the others just froze there, unable to find their voice for a long time.
"I'm sorry." Hermione was the only one with a normal expression among all the people, but her eyes were filled with a kind of knowledge that she had never read before, heard that she had never come into contact with, that kind of Gryffindor library is rare The thrill of surprise and delight that would show, "Maybe you haven't heard of where we've come from, but we've heard of Hufflepuff, Dale... she, it's famous—"
"Including this family, isn't it?" Luna, who seemed to be dreaming all the time, pointed at the brown-eyed witch portrait above the fireplace.Only then did everyone discover a name engraved in the mottled peeling under the picture frame.
Agnes Kelvin Hufflepuff.
"Rome once used the Great Green Sea as an inner lake, and no family, no matter how powerful it is, has long since ceased to exist." The old wizard glanced at the portrait, and said lightly, but the witch in the portrait had left the frame, leaving only a gray area. background.
Harry's expression had stiffened.
In sixth grade he had seen Dumbledore's Memory, the part about the death caused by the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, the house-elf being poisoned with the Imperius Curse and killing the old woman who lived alone, and she had given to a The young man had shown off Slytherin's locket, which was her Borgin from Knockturn Alley.Bock had bought it, and the golden cup that had been passed down from generation to generation. She was very reluctant to leave these to those distant relatives after death, nagging and complaining.If Harry remembered correctly, the witch was not named Hufflepuff, but claimed to be the closest descendant of Hufflepuff...
"Countless families will come to an end, and the blood relationship will disappear in other surnames." The face of the old wizard was vaguely covered by the heat from the boiling kettle.
"Then we... should be more honored to have seen the blood of this family before this." Flitwick stammered, rubbing his bald forehead, he got up from the ground, no doubt before he saw the picture frame Only the name on it fainted.
"So travellers, where are you going? Hufflepuff Valley has been filled with the magic of plants for hundreds of years. Once you leave here, there is no peace and tranquility. There is no food on the road, and it is difficult to find clean water. There are ignorant Muggles and looters, so it is not wise to hold the wand in your hand, or, the place you came from is also a place that is strictly protected by natural magic?" The old wizard rubbed the armrest of the chair lightly , with sharp eyes, "I can't believe there is such a place other than Hufflepuff Valley. It's full of wars and self-righteous Muggles."
"Sorry... I think maybe it's the year... no no, I mean the time—" Harry was sweating and couldn't find a word, and Hermione interrupted suddenly, "I think it's someone's time among us." The converter exploded in a magical accident, the time is a bit out of order, you see we are still wearing summer clothes, can you tell us the time now?"
"Hermione, you still have the Time-Turner with you, and you said you don't need it!" Ron yelled in disbelief, "And when will it explode... ouch! Ginny—"
Ron was about to say something angrily, but he saw that not only his sister, but also his brother and parents showed you stupid expressions.
"Some of you have weird clothes."
"Muggle style..." Harry murmured.
"It's impossible for a Muggle to be this superb..."
"It's a Muggle style, made by our wizards over there, oh, you know the orientals live in tents and live on horseback all day, wearing such weird clothes, but it's easy to travel on foot. Muggles Sometimes your ideas are really good, what do you think?" Hermione changed the subject without blinking her eyes.
"In some things, yes. Are you from Rome?" The old wizard gestured to the house-elf to bring up a large crock pot of white paste made from something. —Well, what happened to East Francia, one of the two ruling emperors died this year, and the Saxon dynasty is about to launch a war against West Francia..."
"Boom!"
The old wizard came back to his senses and looked at the short man lying on the ground again in confusion. He suspected that the wizard had the blood of other magical creatures.
"Along this fork of the Otter, there is only one valley to come, traveler, will you not enter?"
The old wizard turned his head back lightly, he stretched out his hand, and some silver-gray powder was sprinkled into the fireplace, and the flame instantly turned into an incomparably warm orange, bringing steaming heat that made the shivering people outside the door involuntarily move forward again. They moved, and the silver jug on a crude little stove smelled of milk, and above the fireplace hung a portrait of a Witch, with a wrinkled face and a wrinkled face, watching them with a kindly smile. Can't tell the specific appearance, wearing a shawl with exquisite weavers, brown pupils seem to have a kind of soothing magic power, which is soothing to everything.
This portrait is not exquisite, and the metal on the edge of the frame is even worn and faded.
Hermione's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she strode into the door immediately.
"Hermione!"
Harry chased after him, and Ron was even more afraid that if no one went in, he would end up staying outside and continuing to suffer from hunger and cold. How could professors rest assured of their students.Although things exceeded their expectations, and the old wizard didn't seem to be malicious, it is an indisputable fact that there is black magic outside the house. Entering a place where a black wizard lives is like stepping into a trap. Waiting for Merlin to call.
The house is huge, at least from a distance, the living room on the bottom floor should not be so big.
But for wizards, it is not uncommon to expand the space. From tents to carriages, they have always liked it, but this living room is not as they imagined, full of black magic items, and there is no gorgeous decoration. decorate.The floor and walls are covered with thick animal fur, which is soft and comfortable. There are no sofas, only a few chairs that look too hard, but no one will pick these details when they are hungry and cold, and they even wish they could just lie down Soft fur on the floor.
As soon as the door is closed, the warm feeling spreads from the soles of the feet to every inch of the body, as if soaked in warm water, and the comfortable tiredness immediately invades. If it is not for hunger and vigilance, it is possible to fall asleep directly.
The old wizard didn't use his wand, he tapped his finger around the wall far away.All the candles on the hanging wall lamps were lit up, and the living room lit up all of a sudden. From a distance, you could see the stairs leading to the second floor on the other side of the curtain, the rows of bookshelves extending from there, and the three or four bookshelves. A long table, on which were scattered books and strange-looking silverware, as well as some small and slender tools, bottles and jars, and a whole set of crucibles of different sizes from large to small.
All eyes fell on the pile of silverware.
Some of them are very familiar, with long necks, spraying mist, some are spinning, and some are making strange sounds.
The old wizard seemed to have noticed their eyes, glanced over there casually, and then smiled: "Ah, a complete set of alchemy equipment is rare, and I have been collecting and manufacturing it for more than 50 years before I can get it together."
——I thought the silverware in Dumbledore's office was a toy to attract children's attention——Professor McGonagall moved in his heart, looked at Professor Flitwick, and found that the other party also looked curious and surprised, and suddenly had that ominous premonition stronger.
It started from hearing the word Gryffindor from the passing Muggles and the wizard who took Neville away from the castle...
"Let's warm up. England is sometimes very cold in October. You don't have enough clothes." The old wizard looked at the crowd, then clapped his hands, and two house-elves appeared with a snap. The brown tea towel with a badge tattooed on it looked respectful and humble, and did not keep staring at the unknown guest.
And Harry and the others were completely shocked by the word "October".
Although the absolute temperature and seasonal characteristics were autumn before, there is no doubt that May still looks like autumn in the northernmost part of the UK, or in other places in Europe.
One of the house elves handed the large copper cups with the bottom to Harry and the others one by one, and the other picked up the pot on the stove and poured steaming milk into their cups.
The warm aroma tempted them to gulp down the milk. Harry was still hesitating, but found that Ron was already drinking it.He touched Ron nervously, only to find that Hermione also took a sip from the glass.
——This is the house of the Dark Wizard!
Harry was a little anxious, but he heard a bang, and it turned out that Professor Flitwick fell straight to the ground.
Now everyone became nervous, and even Ron was so frightened that he kept looking at the cup.Luna looked around as if nothing happened, but Ginny blushed and said a little bit tongue-tiedly: "Professor, the professor didn't drink milk..."
Professor Flitwick fainted suddenly by himself.
"professor?"
The old wizard was taken aback, and repeated in confusion.
Everyone's expressions tightened. There was something they hadn't noticed all along, and now they felt it was very strange.This old wizard's home and his appearance don't match the characteristics of a dark wizard, which is fine, but he doesn't even know Harry Potter, especially according to what he said, he should be an English wizard, who was outside the door before, It may also be because the light is too dim and it is difficult to distinguish, but it is really strange that he still did not recognize one of so many people after entering the door for so long.
McGonagall looked at the age of this old wizard, and he was about 20 years older than himself, but Filius Flitwick had goblin blood, and his life span was much longer than that of ordinary wizards. It is said that Dumbledore has not yet come to become a wizard. He started teaching Charms when Transfiguration was a professor, and all wizards in England, except those who are Squibs or those who refuse to reply to the Hogwarts admission letter and refuse to go to school, have to go to Hogwarts for seven years—
"Ah, we took Xiaohu... we took the students through here, and only saw this village, and it's so poor." Hagrid drank the milk in the cup in one breath, staining his beard all over his face. Dots of white stains on it.
"Student?" The old wizard repeated the word again, with obvious confusion in his eyes, and then an unconcealable anger, "The big green sea is not far south of Hufflepuff Valley, poverty? Where did you come from?" Come, Rome?"
"Where is the Big Green Sea?" Ron stretched out his head and asked in a low voice.
"Mediterranean!" Hermione said in a sharp tone: "Before the Middle Ages and the ancient Greek civilization, it was called the Great Green Sea. Have you learned the history of magic?"
"It's better to just say that the Mediterranean Sea..." Ron muttered dissatisfiedly, without realizing the seriousness of the problem at all.
"We're from Hogwarts, and the Warden's cottage next to the Forbidden Forest is a hundred times better than the Muggle houses outside."
Hagrid didn't know the worries of the others, he had already blurted out carelessly.
"Hogwarts? Dark Forest?" The old wizard slowly shook his head, "I've never heard of it."
"Merlin? No way, Hogwarts, the only school of magic in England, the best school of magic in the world, you, you haven't even heard of it!" Hagrid blew his beard and stared.
"School? What's that?"
The old wizard frowned, obviously not as friendly as when he opened the door before, and Harry and the others just froze there, unable to find their voice for a long time.
"I'm sorry." Hermione was the only one with a normal expression among all the people, but her eyes were filled with a kind of knowledge that she had never read before, heard that she had never come into contact with, that kind of Gryffindor library is rare The thrill of surprise and delight that would show, "Maybe you haven't heard of where we've come from, but we've heard of Hufflepuff, Dale... she, it's famous—"
"Including this family, isn't it?" Luna, who seemed to be dreaming all the time, pointed at the brown-eyed witch portrait above the fireplace.Only then did everyone discover a name engraved in the mottled peeling under the picture frame.
Agnes Kelvin Hufflepuff.
"Rome once used the Great Green Sea as an inner lake, and no family, no matter how powerful it is, has long since ceased to exist." The old wizard glanced at the portrait, and said lightly, but the witch in the portrait had left the frame, leaving only a gray area. background.
Harry's expression had stiffened.
In sixth grade he had seen Dumbledore's Memory, the part about the death caused by the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, the house-elf being poisoned with the Imperius Curse and killing the old woman who lived alone, and she had given to a The young man had shown off Slytherin's locket, which was her Borgin from Knockturn Alley.Bock had bought it, and the golden cup that had been passed down from generation to generation. She was very reluctant to leave these to those distant relatives after death, nagging and complaining.If Harry remembered correctly, the witch was not named Hufflepuff, but claimed to be the closest descendant of Hufflepuff...
"Countless families will come to an end, and the blood relationship will disappear in other surnames." The face of the old wizard was vaguely covered by the heat from the boiling kettle.
"Then we... should be more honored to have seen the blood of this family before this." Flitwick stammered, rubbing his bald forehead, he got up from the ground, no doubt before he saw the picture frame Only the name on it fainted.
"So travellers, where are you going? Hufflepuff Valley has been filled with the magic of plants for hundreds of years. Once you leave here, there is no peace and tranquility. There is no food on the road, and it is difficult to find clean water. There are ignorant Muggles and looters, so it is not wise to hold the wand in your hand, or, the place you came from is also a place that is strictly protected by natural magic?" The old wizard rubbed the armrest of the chair lightly , with sharp eyes, "I can't believe there is such a place other than Hufflepuff Valley. It's full of wars and self-righteous Muggles."
"Sorry... I think maybe it's the year... no no, I mean the time—" Harry was sweating and couldn't find a word, and Hermione interrupted suddenly, "I think it's someone's time among us." The converter exploded in a magical accident, the time is a bit out of order, you see we are still wearing summer clothes, can you tell us the time now?"
"Hermione, you still have the Time-Turner with you, and you said you don't need it!" Ron yelled in disbelief, "And when will it explode... ouch! Ginny—"
Ron was about to say something angrily, but he saw that not only his sister, but also his brother and parents showed you stupid expressions.
"Some of you have weird clothes."
"Muggle style..." Harry murmured.
"It's impossible for a Muggle to be this superb..."
"It's a Muggle style, made by our wizards over there, oh, you know the orientals live in tents and live on horseback all day, wearing such weird clothes, but it's easy to travel on foot. Muggles Sometimes your ideas are really good, what do you think?" Hermione changed the subject without blinking her eyes.
"In some things, yes. Are you from Rome?" The old wizard gestured to the house-elf to bring up a large crock pot of white paste made from something. —Well, what happened to East Francia, one of the two ruling emperors died this year, and the Saxon dynasty is about to launch a war against West Francia..."
"Boom!"
The old wizard came back to his senses and looked at the short man lying on the ground again in confusion. He suspected that the wizard had the blood of other magical creatures.
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