the lost castle

In the dead and dark space, there was only the sound of foam churning, and the milky white water droplets had not yet condensed, and immediately continued to slide down the wall of the crystal cup, stirring up a strange and charming brilliance from the dark brown potion. The inscription on the transparent cup The gorgeous magic lines that are like twining vines gradually light up in sequence. Looking from a distance in the dark room, they are shining like stars twinkling in the night.

When the pale and slender fingers touched the beautiful and bright cup, it seemed to be moistened with a layer of fluorescence.

With the magical power held in the fingertips, an unusually gorgeous dark blue appeared in the air.

In fact, dementors are magical creatures that are very good at disguising themselves. Basically, no wizard can guess their movements. When they fly through the sky silently in the cold season, they plunder The souls of passers-by are completely hard to guard against. Unfortunately, for so many years, the warm climate of Azkaban, an island on the sea, and the ready-made food have made the dementors almost forget their hunting instinct——

Cold, extremely cold.

Living objects will be slow, not to mention muggles, wizards will easily become their delicacy.

The icy cold in the air, the tattered black robes floating, the distant memories from the inheritance revived, silently muttering vaguely uneasy emotions, the dementors avoided the cauldron burning with magical flames, and the delicate and beautiful crystals and crystals around them. Mithril vessels, that is a kind of stagnation that is more terrifying than the bone-chilling cold they bring.

No. 11 failures.

Salazar spread his fingers silently, a vague anxiety and anger appeared in his heart.

Even though the soul potion has never been successfully brewed, the loss of the wand still has a great impact on the potion master and dark wizard. Even some habitual actions and spells almost made mistakes, and the wizard's instinct still made him go to the potion subconsciously. Touch the wand in your sleeve, even if you don't need it.

I don’t remember the name of that so-called witch from the Ministry of Magic, but——

He wasn't sure if it was the more ruthless black magic that Ling Cha had read back then, but Salazar was sure that now he regretted not using the black magic that tortured the soul. (It is definitely the latter kind of horror that others see...), and it is easy to break the spell (there are no such capable spell breakers and healers in this era, my lord duke), and the broken wand, in the heart of any medieval wizard, is absolutely immortal Endless hatred.

At that time, not every wizard could own a magic wand.

Not every wizard with a magic wand has the one that suits him best, the one that best suits his magic power and soul.

Even without a wand, you can still use spells, kill Muggles, and do many things, but it is self-evident who will suffer if you have a wand or a wizard without a wand. Even wizards in the Middle Ages seldom use wands. Treasure and value the companions in one's life more, not the group of little wizards who waved recklessly and tried 1000 years later. Anyway, if it is broken, you can go to Ollivander to buy another one.

Potter... Godric... and that dirty witch whose name I don't know.

Let Salazar Slytherin lose his wand, and you'll all pay!

Salazar stood up and found that the ice layer under his feet was thick again. The ice was frozen from the frost one step away from him, almost reaching his knees. He didn't even need to think about how magnificent the exterior of this house is now. .

Cold, the cold that permeates the bone marrow.

It's as if many years ago, falling into the castle of twilight, the wail of the death banshee came from a distance from the quagmire not far from the window, the shrill, sharp, and mottled walls were empty, leaving only the hanging In the blank space of the portrait, there are occasional servants and maids, all passing by in groups of three or five, and they dare not stay alone. For the dead ancestors of the Slytherin family, even if the portraits are burned, even if all descendants with blood Almost died unexpectedly, but in the ancient castle, who dares to say that there are not one or two haunting ghosts.

Especially after the death of the young lady of the Aveling family who had been married for only two years.

Hatred and fear are things that will accumulate. They spread unscrupulously in the castle. No matter how warm the sun shines in, the bone-chilling coldness may also be due to the white shadow not far behind him and Ling Cha, that poor The ghost of the woman, who couldn't be found every time they turned their heads.

They have too many things to be careful of, and no one cares about the dead.

In the bloody moon, the mutilated corpses and the bright red flowing vertically and horizontally, the terrified Holy See knights and the stupid Muggles, in the courtyard of the Wendell family in West Frank, the originally famous bright red roses bloomed even more coquettishly under the moonlight. The dense thorns even caught the hem of his dark green robe, Godric didn't even notice when he took a step forward and carefully pulled Ling Cha off for him.

Of course, it would be the same if it was him, their eyes were shocked by the graceful and beautiful woman with a cold smile in the pool of blood.

mia.

their daughter.

When she was hugged in her arms for many years, she could not stop sobbing, her eyes were closed, her small nose was slightly wrinkled, and the skin on her smooth face was soft and fair, and she couldn't help but want to hug her a little tighter, and completely put her in her arms. In his own shadow, out of the light, out of the rain, even though Salazar Slytherin was cold and emotionless by nature, she was their only daughter.

It was Helga or Rowena who vaguely exclaimed in his ear and then smiled and said, Salazar, Mia's eyes really resemble yours, she really resembles you, even the expression in her eyes.

No, it's not.

The first thing they saw was the white ghost, which finally appeared in front of them.

For so many years, I have never remembered Avelyn's appearance, as if suddenly awakened, it turns out that she looks like this, those dark eyes, that indifferent and hard-to-see crazy expression, it is not me, nor Aiwei Lin, but—

In Nix.

Noble and beautiful smile, against the brilliance of the pure white pearl, in fact, that kind of cold, terrible and vicious, killing people like breathing, well, mother, the last thing, you are not wrong, your most important thing is Mia, named Ennis, is indeed the best heir of the Nyx family.

Their daughter, the daughter of a Muggle noble who had foolishly fallen in love with the Holy See, a daughter who was completely similar to the past they burned...

"Snapped!"

The icy crumbs were deeply embedded in the cheeks, and warm liquid flowed down.

Salazar came back to his senses, the magical power unconsciously gathered in the deep memory just now caused all the surrounding ice layers to shatter, and the ice that shot out was like a deadly weapon, smashing the stairs and walls, due to the cold The house froze again without a chance of collapsing, and a small piece of debris scratched the right side of his face when he was completely absent-minded.

Subconsciously stretched out a finger, wiped off the falling blood, almost instantly, the small but deep wound healed as before, completely invisible, only the stinging pain of that moment still remained real, similar to many things in this world The result is the same.

Thought to destroy the fate, in fact, is just the beginning of another reincarnation.

Mia's eyes were full of hatred.How familiar, once in the eyes of Mrs. Leto.

If one day Godric betrays them, there is nothing to say, it is just a matter that can be solved by a death curse. If one day they want to kill the whole world, it is meaningless. Anyway, they have a life that cannot be separated. Each other, be cautious, destroy all threats, kill all, never hesitate, but only Mia, no.

That is their daughter.

Only missing.

Never see you again, let her keep Aurora, let her live as she pleases, let her love that Muggle, let her choose to hate, let her stay in the Aveling family, and give up The right to decide for her.Seeing forever is the best choice, but—what about in the end?

1000 years of time, has proven wrong and fate.

Salazar stood up suddenly.

He had to know, perhaps, this was the meaning of Merlin's big joke on them.