the lost castle

It turned out that they didn't know the real Gryffindor at all.

Meticulous, outstanding, cautious, able to see through the truth under all appearances, and hide the conclusion in his heart, if Godric doesn't say it, no one will know, unless everything completely touches his bottom line.

Now Godric Gryffindor is like a completely angry lion, approaching, eyes like a torch:

"Answer me, Salazar!"

Both hands were clenched into fists and pressed on the table. The floating magic pressure had already caused everyone in the Order of the Phoenix to rush to the side to seek refuge.

"I don't want to get close to others, I don't eat the food made by the house elves in the castle, no one knows the secret word to open the cellar door, I am interested in all the poet's travel notes... It's not that I don't trust, but I have planned to leave a long time ago. Leave Hogwarts and all of us one day without a sound?"

Calm down, be patient, Godric kept telling himself this in his heart, but the anger still poured out uncontrollably—this is not the first day he has known Salazar, is it?No one can do what Salazar doesn't want to say—so be patient, calm down, Salazar has always been like this, and there is nothing to be angry about... Merlin, he just can't bear it! !

Slytherin turned his head away from Gryffindor, who was almost furious in his eyes, ignoring the action of the other party reaching out to grab his shoulders in annoyance, and just remained silent.

What can I say?Is everything recorded in history as it once was?A doomed quarrel, a doomed disagreement, and a doomed departure?Didn't he already think clearly when he and Salazar made the decision to agree?They were Salazar Slytherin anyway, and who could make them leave Hogwarts if they didn't want to?Make all the arrangements and wait for the day when fate will prove it. Before that, Helga Royna is still their friend, and Godric is still their most important person, as long as all this is not lost first...

"Give me an answer, Salazar!"

Nothing happened, nothing started, explaining something that didn't exist?

The gripped shoulders began to ache, and breathing was close at hand. At this time, any lie could calm the angry lion down. Even if Godric knew it was a lie, he would accept it even if it was perfunctory.

It's a pity that Godric himself knew that the hope was so vague that it was almost extravagant, and it was absolutely impossible for Slytherin to give him the answer he hoped for.

Icy lake green pupils, deep silence, Gryffindor staring at these eyes, would like to raise his fist to knock the opponent unconscious and carry him back, even if he wants to put an unbreakable spell on the Hogwarts cellar door (cough, lion Zu, the Unbreakable Curse was made with the wizard, does it mean that you want to make a contract with Hogwarts to shut down the snake ancestor?)

In the dimly lit Leaky Cauldron, there were a lot of noisy people who were drinking too much and shouting loudly, so apart from the terrified members of the Order of the Phoenix, no one was interested in the conflict in this corner, at most it was just to greet the guests Tom stared over suspiciously and strangely, because he knew best that these people hadn't been drinking, and they ran over rashly to borrow the kitchen from him.Uh, maybe I drank too much before coming here, which wizard with a clear mind would make such a request?Tom muttered in his heart to order the salad soup requested by the guest who just came in to be delivered quickly, and shrank his neck.

Strange, how could it be so cold?

I rubbed the goosebumps on my sleeves. Before I could think about it, the cold sweat on my back was rushing out. The smoke from the pipe and the dim light in front of me seemed to be shaking and began to blur, and various terrifying phantoms appeared. A kind of confusion and fear trapped in a nightmare.

The cup in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Tom woke up suddenly, staggered backwards and sat on the cabinet behind, looking in horror at the tall, dark, damp and cold shadow with torn marks on the edge of the cloak.

"Merlin—it's a dementor!"

"Run!"

Everyone else in the Leaky Cauldron came to their senses, screaming in terror and fleeing.

The silver-white patron saint also appeared at the same time. Ron stared at the huge and terrifying shadow, and couldn't help shouting: "It's the Ministry of Magic, definitely the Ministry of Magic!"

Decades ago he had seen dementors, though frightened, but mostly only frightened by the fear itself.

After going through so much, although the magic power is strong and calm, the fear brought by the dementors is real. The killings, plagues, panic, hunger, and wars that I have seen with my own eyes all appear before my eyes.

Hagrid stepped back in a hurry, and Arthur called Ron's name loudly while waving his wand:

"Ron, go, damn it, we forgot about Umbridge!"

"The pink toad must not be dead, maybe it's in St. Mungo's, Merlin!"

They are definitely wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

Although he was a wanted criminal once before during the war, it was the Ministry of Magic under the control of the Death Eaters. Entering St. Mungo's... the scalp is numb just thinking about it.

In fact, Umbridge has been wailing for a day and a night and is still alive. Anyone who sees it is shocked and terrified. All the healers in St. Mungo can tell it is black magic at a glance, but none of them can do it. Seeing that all the bones in Umbridge's body were shattered, and finally the whole body became a pile of ooze that could not be lifted up. Because the shattering was very fine, very slow, and very thorough, the internal organs protected by the bones did not suffer substantial damage , and there was no hemorrhage, but the bone-growing potion was used, and the effect was there. A bone in the arm had just grown, and it began to shatter evenly in an instant. The effect of black magic continued and could not be eliminated. Also close to nothing.

Because it happened in full view, and broke into the Ministry of Magic to wreak havoc, even if the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic were terrified and wanted to pretend that nothing happened, it would not work.None of the Aurors were willing to be stupid enough to rush forward to catch such a dangerous dark wizard, and none of them wanted to become a pile of wailing mud, so the dementors were sent out.

"over there!"

A few Aurors, holding a magic item that continuously casts the Patronus Charm, walked through the door of the Leaky Cauldron from the frantic fleeing crowd, and immediately found their target.

The dementors that filled this small space were shunned by a large number of silver-white patron saint spells. They were very impatient and made horrible and sharp piercing sounds. They already felt the rich food, but they couldn't kiss it directly. The silver-white Patronus kept them on the verge of madness, bending down, looking for an opportunity to devour the souls of these wizards.

Magical creatures aren't without intelligence, their instincts are enough to tell them a lot before then.

Those nasty silver-white mist cannot be produced continuously, as long as it is close enough to those foods, coldness and fear will soon envelop everything... Well, what is that, a golden-red mood, a very 'beautiful' color.

The dementors hesitated to use the adjective (well, they usually use 'delicious').But the golden red is too dazzling, too bright and pure, it is no longer a 'delicious' feeling, but a dazzling one that seems to be burning.One, the danger that magical creatures instinctively perceive!

"Uh?"

It doesn't feel good to pour a basin of cold water on your head in the middle of getting angry. Godric also looked up at the broken sacks floating around inexplicably-there are no goblins here, what are the dementors doing here? (If there is a goblin, you run away, right...)

"Salazar, you owe me an explanation."

With a wave of his hand, he rescued the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were surrounded by dementors and retreated to the corner of the wall, only relying on three white patron saints to persist, and rushed out without looking back.

The cold, eerie feeling ebbed away from the Leaky Cauldron.Ron took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He once thought that after so many years in the Middle Ages, he would not be afraid of anything, but he almost suffocated and fainted from the fear of seeing these shabby sacks.

"Ministry of Magic Aurors!"

Madam Pomfrey looked at the empty buildings on Diagon Alley in surprise. The wizards who escaped just now were all ordered to back off. People from the Ministry of Magic stood densely on both sides of the street, with their wands facing them like a formidable enemy.

"Tsk, what a hindrance!"

Arthur Weasley looked back anxiously at the Leaky Cauldron, which was still trapped in the cold and terrifying fog, and cautiously reminded:

"Lord Gryffindor? That... His Excellency the Duke is still inside..."

"Didn't you see us arguing?" Godric waved his hands agitatedly, "I can't help seeing Salazar now, let me calm down before I knock him out or he curses me."

"..." However, I had to emphasize in a low voice, "The dementor is also inside!"

Godric looked back at Arthur strangely.

"Dementor..." Is it necessary to emphasize the horror of this magical creature?The expressions of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix were blank, but Gryffindor thought seriously about Salazar for three seconds, and immediately thought he understood, and then casually continued, "...don't throw spells, Salazar likes them .”

That's what it feels like when a bolt from the blue hits his forehead.Madam Pomfrey felt that each of these words could be understood, but they couldn't understand them together. Arthur held his forehead in a daze and felt dizzy.

It turned out that they didn't know the real Slytherin at all.