the lost castle

Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, and looked at the boy standing in front of him. The corners of his lipless mouth were slightly raised, revealing a rare smile. (Hogwarts; hey, don't fight here!)

"Harry Potter."

Voldemort called in an eerie voice, soft as part of a flickering flame, "The Boy Who Lived." None of the Death Eaters moved.They are waiting: all are waiting. (Hogwarts: I wear it, I really wear it!)

Voldemort had raised his wand, and Harry, looking into those red eyes, wished he would do it now, quickly, while he was still standing, before he lost control and betrayed his fear —he saw Voldemort's mouth open, and a flash of green light.

Sudden darkness, complete darkness, everyone couldn't see everything in front of them, Harry thought he was dead, and this was the world after death.It was so dark that there was nothing, but he could clearly hear the screams coming from around him, so sharp that it seemed that his eardrums were torn, and he seemed to be able to hear Voldemort's terrible spell, and then he didn't know Did the surrounding sounds gradually disappear or did he completely sink into the arms of death, leaving nothing.

There is no way to use time to count how long has passed. When Harry was conscious, he felt that he was standing there. This is a very strange consciousness. His whole body was stretched straight, as if he was in the final battle with Voldemort before he died. Exactly the same, the wand was still in his hand, and then, and then there was nothing, he couldn't move from fingertips to hair.

The feeling of being so stiff that you almost lose your life is really not good.

When Harry was almost going crazy, he finally heard his own breathing, maybe this was also an illusion, because in this extremely quiet environment, the sound of the heartbeat should be as clear and loud as a drum, but in fact there was nothing .

As if something had been torn apart, he heard a strange sound that was almost terrifying, and then there was a sudden light. Unable to adapt, he narrowed his eyes, but opened them wide in the next second in horror.

Voldemort stood opposite him.

And the posture was exactly the same as the last second before he became conscious. Holding the wand, even the expression and the corners of the mouth remained in the posture of saying the last syllable, but those blood-red eyes were full of surprise and anger.

Harry stared blankly at him for a long time. Before that, he never imagined that he could stare at Voldemort for such a long time, nothing happened-well, maybe none of this is true. .He tried desperately to control his hands and feet, but unfortunately, except for the eyes, every part of his body didn't seem to belong to him, and the result of his efforts was only to be able to turn within the viewing angle.

He saw Hermione, Hagrid, and of course Bella and Draco. There were many people who were around during the decisive battle, but now they are in exactly the same situation. Can't do it either.

Who has such a terrifying strength that made everyone under the petrification curse.

All looked desperately at the opened gates of the castle.

Now whoever comes first wins, whether it's the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix, the Savior or the Dark Lord, even if it's a muggle with a knife, he can kill everyone with one knife .Most likely the Ministry of Magic - no, Harry decided, the house-elves in the castle.

The sunlight flooded the hall and disappeared again.

Harry's heart was getting colder and colder. He never thought that he could stand for such a long time, but even if he could move now, his body was probably really stiff and unable to move.

The original anger, panic, killing intent and even terrifying eyes are now replaced by doubts.

Even Voldemort, who was forced to look at the savior for a day, closed his eyes. He must be thinking about something. I believe that during this day, almost everyone has recited the silent spell that can be cast silently. The curse could not be undone even after time passed, and what was even more frightening was that they seemed to be forgotten by the whole world. No one came in, and no elves appeared. Even the picture frames on the walls were as empty as when the war started. The portraits who escaped did not return.

There was a strong wind at night, and heavy rain continued to blow in from the windows and the open doors.

Harry was wet all over, and unfortunately he happened to be standing in front of Voldemort, so Britain's most feared Dark Lord was covered in rain from head to neck, but thanks to the Savior, his clothes, hands and feet were still dry.

At this time, those who were standing next to Hagrid will be blessed. This is what makes Harry most angry. Hagrid was caught and tied up by Death Eaters before, so all the people standing there are Death Eaters.

Professor McGonagall's neatly combed hair was disheveled by the rain. Everyone who saw it wanted to laugh, but they could only express it in their eyes.

The rain stopped, and it was the second day. It was so cold that everyone wanted to shiver, but they couldn't.

Harry was groggy, he is very used to falling asleep under Voldemort's terrifying gaze now, and Merlin knew that there was nothing he could do about it, at first he was vigilant and kept tense at any time, and he didn't know when the strange petrification would end, then In the first instant, Voldemort would kill himself, but later he was convinced that even if everyone could move, no one could stay frozen for such a long time and regain the slightest control over the body in an instant.When he was bored, he looked at Voldemort, and everyone around him, trying to guess what they were thinking from their eyes.

Just when everyone was guessing that they would end up starving to death in the castle, there were messy voices from outside the castle, from far to near, so clear that surprise and alert appeared in everyone's eyes.

The sound of horseshoes and wheels rolling.

Still a lot of people.

"Lord Earl, you are too thoughtful. You said that there is danger ahead. It seems that we have passed through this forest easily."

——Isn’t the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts only dared to enter the Forbidden Forest at the level of Voldemort’s white wizard?

"Yeah, Robert, it's not the first time I've walked this road—wait a minute! When is there a castle here?"

The slow voice was suddenly sharp, and the hearts of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters were raised in their throats.

"I don't know, my lord bishop, I haven't been here three months ago! Moreover, and... a castle of this size - the Saxon Palace can't appear on the earth in three months. Is this a miracle of the Lord?"

All the wizards in the castle twitched.

Muggle?How could it be Muggles, Hogwarts and the surrounding land have Muggle repelling spells!

"I am more convinced that this is witchcraft! Of course, Count Robert, I am not talking about you. In fact, I have begun to believe what you said before. This journey is full of misfortunes."

"Bishop Galbert, the castle door is open."

"No, Robert, if I were you, I wouldn't go in."

"I saw someone in the castle..."

"That's even more terrifying. It's like a devil's trick, or a group of blood-loving bats are tempting passers-by. Count Robert, you know, I only brought seven knights with me."

"Okay, if you insist, bishop, let's go around here and continue on our way."

"Yes, that's what I mean. If you make Lord Gryffindor wait too long, you and I will be in more trouble than that."

The hearts of all the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters fell from their throats down their chests and fell hard to the ground.

Lord Gryffindor?

Did they hear the syllable correctly?