the lost castle

A thin layer of frost began to cover from the chair legs to the tabletop, and then instantly froze into a thick layer of ice. The pale fingertips slowly retracted at the touch of a touch, and the dark green robe corners were exposed to the icy cold air. Fluorescence lighted up slightly, and the mysterious pattern constructed by countless magic patterns appeared on the dark cloth for a glimpse, and then disappeared instantly, while the frost caused by the suffocating coldness of the dementor became more intense around him, and several of them drifted away. The nearest dementor was too stiff to even swing its tattered cloak.It was also because of this that this group of magical creatures that brought fear discovered that there was still a living person in the Leaky Cauldron.

Astonishment and anger immediately occupied their thoughts, and they spread their rotten arms and wanted to pounce on them.

The deep, silent fluctuations, and an extremely weird feeling, are just like their breaths, frighteningly cold, without the slightest repulsion.Well?It seems familiar, but what is familiarity?

The tattered burlap bag dangled in mid-air. Look at me, I look at you. Their intuition tells them that what they see in front of them is not edible food. Maybe it’s because they can’t eat it, or maybe there will be terrible consequences if they eat it. It doesn’t matter, magical creatures always They have instinctive intuition, and they hide faster than anyone else if they can't be provoked, but what is this weird familiarity emerging from the depths of their empty and cold souls?

It seems to be a memory that belongs to the inheritance of magical creatures from a long time ago.

I can no longer remember the specifics, leaving only that weird sense of familiarity.Just like the time they broke into Gringotts before, those screaming little creatures didn't have the taste of a wizard's soul at all, so why did they pounce on them one after another with uncontrollable excitement?It's not delicious at all, and I'm still wondering after eating it. It doesn't have a delicious emotional brilliance, nor does it have a sufficient texture. Why can't I resist it when I see it?

This kind of familiarity is like the satisfaction of seeing the wizards of the Ministry of Magic arrest hundreds of Death Eaters and lock them in cells in Azkaban...the peace of mind that there will be countless food delivered to the door.

——You have to admit that they are magical creatures, and they follow instinct.

So Salazar woke up in the long-lost icy breath. Although the surroundings were pitch black, it was undoubtedly the morning light, and he hadn't enjoyed this kind of complete silence for a long time. His memory was even more chaotic. Salazar finally came to his senses from the fact that Godric discovered the secret, only to find that the surrounding area was surrounded by several meters of frozen ice, and dozens of dementors were floating randomly on the ground. In mid-air, people crowded in this small space leisurely, some gathered on the long table, regardless of whether it was windy or not, the rotten cloak that was still floating and fluttering almost became a new tablecloth, and another pile leaned on the high table. Among the stacked shelves for wine bottles, there are still some hanging in twos and threes on the escalator leading to the second floor. If it weren't for the dementors who communicate through simple thoughts and emotions between souls, it is estimated that they will definitely hear their chatter this time. If you don't want to chat with your tongue, you only need a few wizard or goblin souls as snacks for your idle chatter.

There is no doubt that Godric ran away...

Salazar felt that the corners of his eyes were twitching. Even if they found that their descendants were dormant in the soul of the so-called savior, Godric went to their window in the middle of the night to confess his love and peeping. He ran to 1000 years later and found that Ling Cha disappeared. There was no such sense of helplessness.Although I have long known that Godric is not stupid, but his performance, it is difficult not to make people think of him as a fool (it means that Gryffindor has such a person, but the Sorting Hat does not care whether you are really impulsive or not. Even if there is only one scripture, or just one scripture, you will be kicked to the Lion Court to otz), such a person is the most unexpected and unprepared.

Lingcha has already figured out the crux of the problem, the only difference is whether they can accept the result, as for Godric - explain?

Slytherin never had such a thing.

If the lion can't figure it out, let him hit the wall by himself, it's none of his business with Ling Cha!

The idea is certain, the mood after struggling for a long time is finally better, including the group of inexplicable (…) dementors who came around are very pleasing to the eye, why do these magical creatures like to stay by their side so much?But the biggest advantage of having a dementor is that no one will come to disturb his thinking, especially Salazar Slytherin is so quiet, wishing that the whole world had better forget his existence Oh... otz is originally, didn't you hear Lion Ancestor say that he hasn't been out of the house for eight years, and the last time he went out was to destroy the Holy See Knights near Hogsmeade?)

How long has it been since you sorted out your carefully refined potions?

Godric is the biggest destroyer, with him, there will never be peace.

For black wizards, the greatest joy is not to torture people with black magic, but to find a way to change the order of spells to enhance the magic effect. For potion masters, the greatest joy is not just boiling potions During the process, I saw my own achievements are inexhaustible. It is best to fill several walls of a room, so that the crystal clear and beautiful light of various poisons can be dazzled against each other.

If Hogwarts wasn't a school, it would have thought about raising hundreds of dementors in its cellars...

His slender and pale fingers fiddled with the potion contained in the space gem, and threw seven or eight crystal bottles out. The dark blue light poured out of the liquid that made the dementor want to move.

It's the smell of food.

Dementors devour the happiness and joy in the souls of living beings, and advanced soul potions and spiritual potions also have this effect, such as Blessing Elixir. Of course, no one would use it so extravagantly to feed dementors.

In Diagon Alley outside the Leaky Cauldron, the people from the Ministry of Magic were watching with great embarrassment that this building had turned into a landscape of ice and snow in Greenland, and the scary house seemed to be spreading around. You know, this is summer in London.

"After a whole night of trouble, they were still run away by those members of the Order of the Phoenix."

"It makes no sense, there's nothing in the Leaky Cauldron, why don't they leave?"

Bring the dementors out of Azkaban to catch people, now you can't send them back!If those high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic who can only point fingers find out, they will definitely deduct the salary of Auror's office employees to death.

God knows, after the war, the Auror positions in the Ministry of Magic, which were once neglected, were overcrowded. Those who managed to survive the war were accused of being too old and should retire, and those who just came in were afraid of being sent home due to their shallow qualifications.

The rain is getting heavier.

Where the dementors gather, the cold mist cannot be dispelled even if the sun comes out. In severe cases, it will rain, but as this intensifies, the heavy rain only 100 meters around the Leaky Cauldron is still daunting. , the innermost ground, as soon as the rain falls on the place, it begins to slowly solidify. First, there is white frost. It is estimated that it will not take an hour for the ice layer on the ground to completely form. Even the daily reporters dared not take a step closer.

"Notify the Ministry of Magic - damn it, notify the Wizengamot Supreme Court!"

The wizards retreat desperately, the area of ​​rainwater is gradually expanding, and more and more buildings are becoming ice sculptures. In this situation, there is no doubt that all the dementors inside are in abnormally active emotions, even after the cold and dampness reach a certain level , They will reproduce completely through the fog. At that time, there were not dozens of dementors, but maybe hundreds, thousands of them... What will Diagon Alley become?

Well, in the deadly cold world, with the tattered cloak floating randomly in the deepest part of the background, there was a black wizard chanting a name in extreme dissatisfaction.

——A group of people who don't take the Aurors blocking the way seriously at all, and have already run far away.

"Ah!"

A certain blond knight rubbed his nose, could it be that he encountered a dementor yesterday and was so cold?

"Lord Gryffindor, where are we going?"

"Oh no... Oh no, Salazar is going to curse me - oh no!" He continued to rub his nose nonchalantly, smoothed out the long golden hair outside the armor, and said in a very surprised tone:

"Haven't we been on our way to Hogwarts?"

"..." That is our wish too, honorable Lord Gryffindor, our founder of the academy! !