the lost castle

It's been an amazing journey.

When Harry's eyes regained light, he thought he was going to become a wax figure again and stood there foolishly, but found that he was falling from mid-air, and his desperately wide green eyes clearly saw an extremely familiar sight. The scenery: the vast lake and the dense forest even includes the simple wooden house on the edge of the forest—Merlin, he is back, this is not the damn Middle Ages but Hogwarts.

Wait, what about Hogwarts?

The savior who realized this with hindsight looked in horror at the positions of the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, and even the Whomping Willow, except that the castle that should have stood there disappeared without a trace. .

A black robe corner flashed in the corner of his eyes, and Harry didn't need to look to know that Voldemort was not far away.

Although no one can explain why Hogwarts went crazy for a while, these thoughts disappeared in an instant. You must know that Voldemort and Harry were originally standing in the corridor on the second floor. It was just a fall from less than ten meters from the ground. Since it is impossible for the wizard to die at this height, Harry really didn't have time to think about anything more. It's time to use a more secure landing posture to avoid Voldemort's second attack.Now he didn't want to think about completing the mission of the savior after he died--Hermione, Ron, everyone didn't see it!Maybe it was still in the Middle Ages, how could Harry die? !

The same panic also appeared in Voldemort's heart. The Dark Lord really didn't understand what happened to Hogwarts (...), and Voldemort, who thought he had never had anything to do with the word stupid, understood twice in the instant of lightning The accidents all came from the same reason: chanting the death curse on the savior in the castle.

Could this be the ultimate trap left by Dumbledore? (White Wizard Black Line: Hello)

I just don't know what will happen without the castle now - the Dark Lord didn't pay attention to the group of people who witnessed him and the savior descending from the sky at all, his blood red eyes narrowed dangerously, almost before he fell to the ground, he was already Adjusted the angle of the wand, and prepared to finish the Avada Kedavra curse that should have been finished a long time ago, but the one who saw the undead never finished. The boy who has not been killed for years, let him go to Merlin.

At the moment when the green light came on, before Harry fell heavily to the ground, he saw George who suddenly appeared on the ground with a dazed face, and then the savior fell on him, and the two of them got out of the way...

"Awada..."

Harry swears he's really not surprised, he's used up all his surprise cells, Merlin, so he knows he's in trouble when he sees an anomalous twist in the air.So the eyes behind him went dark, and his whole body struggled to be thrown into a hollow, so he didn't have time to swear a word. The only thing he hopes now is that when he opens his eyes again, no matter what time and place it is, Don't let Voldemort cast the Death Curse on him again.

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On the seventh day after the Daily Prophet reported that Hogwarts Castle disappeared in situ, it returned.

All the officials of the Ministry of Magic involved in the investigation and other professors in the school were in a stunned frozen state. In the first second, they really saw the Savior and the Dark Lord suddenly fall from mid-air, and in the next second, the huge castle collapsed. It suddenly appeared in the open space where they couldn't find the reason for their disappearance, as if the air had been torn apart—and the castle, which had obvious signs of serious cracks starting from the tower, quickly made the scattered bricks fly up and recover automatically. The same is true inside the castle. No one can analyze what happened in those traces.

Dear people from all walks of life in the UK and magicians from all over the world, I would like to report to you the most bizarre accident in hundreds of years. fact.Hogwarts Castle has returned, but none of the people it took have been found, and the only portraits in the castle that might explain what happened are hysterically abnormal.

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Melville lay panting among a pile of rotting leaves, he swore he was lying on the castle floor a second before, and in a second everyone was in the dense forest of the Abigail Mountains, except Its half-broken bones and the fleshy werewolf under its body are still telling the tragedy that happened during its search for lunch, and there is nothing to prove its current grief and indignation.

——Where did this unlucky castle come from?

"No! George! Harry!"

"Lord, where are you?"

What makes it a little more psychologically balanced is that the despair and fear shown by the group of people for the disappearance of the castle far outweigh its grief and indignation.

Twisting his neck, Melville began to regret, regret why he flew in this direction, regret why he was hungry, regret why he was willing to toss around with his knight instead of staying in the cave of Heshidia since five years ago Li, sorry... wait!Why should it regret it?

"Ow—"

Godric Gryffindor, you lazy, unresponsive knight with a sword!If you don't come to save your life again, I'll knock you over with a paw! !

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It's been an amazing journey.

Don Neville.When Longbottom really realized this, he found that the destination of this journey was too ridiculous for him to imagine. On October 10st, at this time of the year, he was having fun with his friends to celebrate, but he was often the one who was scared, and he never scared anyone.However, at this time, although the Holy See preached in the British Isles after the 31st century, the original Celtic festival became another meaning in Muggle consciousness, and the disputes of religious heresy were peaceful long ago. But apparently 1 years ago, wizards here preferred to celebrate this evening rather than Christmas.

That's right, 1000 years ago.

Although the slow-witted Longbottom lion cub had sensed all kinds of things wrong before, he didn't want to think about it. He only worried about his friends and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix. He just wanted to run back to save people, but obviously he had no chance at all. , when the team of Bishop Gelbert and Earl Robert reached the Abigail Mountains and came to a vast quagmire that never existed in Britain in Neville's memory, he was already shocked by the sight before him.

Wizards with obvious bloodlines of magical creatures, berating their followers to drive Muggle nobles who can't get into the soft mud with horses, wizards riding flying carpets or various strange creatures soaring in the sky, and well-dressed knights, come and talk to Gelbur The people in the Holy See whom the prelate greeted, they all headed in one direction, some were familiar with each other, some were contemptuous, wandering in the art of flattery and sarcasm between eye contact and courtesy greetings.

Neville was completely stunned. He didn't know that what he saw was the glorious era of coexistence between wizards and Muggle ruling class that was deliberately avoided in all the history of magic.Although, this glory has already entered the end and will quickly collapse and cease to exist in the next few decades.

In the era when there was no faith and no powerful religion, and human beings worshiped the deterrence of natural wind, rain, thunder and lightning, without the power of wizards, the Muggle ruling class could not be recognized.Because without a wizard, it means that there is no way to avoid natural disasters, no herbs, no guidance, and even a certain loss in the war.

Merlin was once a wizard who guided three kings, and the failure of the first two kings was precisely because of his complete departure. The last one, of course, was King Arthur, whom everyone knew.Merlin became the greatest wizard precisely because he longed for a powerful and extensive kingdom, as well as a wise monarch and loyal knights. In the end, he was able to realize all these ideals, and defeated all obstacles in this land that hindered his ideals. people.

And this steep and straight castle, which left the cold, tall, and incomparable atmosphere built of pure stones 1000 years ago on the arches of each porch, has inherited a long enough history and is hidden in countless castles. In the dangerous quagmire, a place that is difficult for Muggles to find.For a long time, the Muggle Repelling Spell was only used by declining families or wizards with no status who had to live near Muggles. The ancient nobles who still have power and status in the Muggle world should be respected by everyone. Yes, it has nothing to do with the Holy See and Kingdom, factions and races.

All this grand gathering that started last night is the epitome of gathering the owners of interests who control this land and the other side of the distant strait. Conspiracies and poisons are quietly brewing one after another under the false smiles, and the ugly disputes for power and conspiracy in the dancing steps are all in the eyes of these human beings who have power or control power.

The air here is unimaginably stagnant.

The seemingly exquisite food and wonderful liquid can't erase the bloodless cruelty and invisible oppression in the banquet. After yesterday's meaningless greetings, people are divided into countless small circles, talking for premeditation, neither smile nor malice To be honest, the circles you join are also temporarily formed for a certain purpose. Once you have a greater benefit, you will instantly make a vow to eradicate the other party's vicious methods while smiling in greeting.

"Nothing can continue to be glorious, and the decline of the Slytherin family is also doomed..."

Behind their backs, they talked about this rare grand event in recent years with expressions so calm that it was hard to see. Without the terrifying power of ancient blood and noble status, it would not be possible to bring so many people here. Even so, they still laughed lightly .

A family with only one heir left, even if it had a glorious past, so what?

"Besides, everyone knows why this family is like this..."

Those half-sentences drifted into the silly little lion's ears, making Neville even more dull.

He never thought that one day, he would stand in such an ancient place, even if he stayed in a corner with Count Robert, it would not affect him to see the seat at the front of the hall, at least in name, he was the leader of this grand event, Master of this castle.

The long jet black hair hangs neatly behind her, the dark green and dark silver patterned gown, the tips of the fine white lace piled like clouds, the translucent veil and the fair skinned neck allures all blood-loving creatures. Eyes flushed with excitement.The pure gold chain on the snow-white shirt is submerged into the dress, and the ornaments are not visible. A pair of cold and clear lake green pupils have no emotion and no focal length. In the silent silence with slightly drooping eyes, they are noble and elegant, but just like Like the family represented by this castle, no one dares to openly look directly at doubts.

The perfectly pursed lip line belongs to the elegant outline of the young man who has not yet opened up. Sitting there, he never stood up, never looked down at the crowd, and didn't even show an iota of arrogance, but it already made people feel dangerous and threatened. .

An old wizard, wearing a robe hung with countless beads and scattered ornaments, smiled and said loudly: "To the blood-colored starlight."

Countless crystal cups filled with bright red liquid were lifted up.

"For the past and the past."

"For the honor of the ancient blood."

Pale and slender fingers held the bottom of the transparent cup. The black-haired and green-eyed boy had no emotion in his eyes, nor did he seem to be able to see any intentional smiles and hidden cold ugliness behind them. outside.

"The Duke of Slytherin—"

The petrified Neville was dragged aside by Robert. Poor Longbottom didn't realize that they were walking towards a blond young man in silver armor, but listened to the whispering discussion in a trance.

"...A nobleman can inherit the family at the age of 15. Obviously, His Excellency the Duke is not enough to support the family. Don't forget that Mrs. Leto, she will not willingly give all this to others, even if it is her own son..."

Duke of Slytherin?Salazar Slytherin?

That would be the most feared dark wizard in history, the ancestor of Voldemort.

And now, only 15 years old.

The author has something to say:

Small Theater: We want to interview Hogwarts students why they left everyone and rushed back to modern times to pretend nothing happened

Hogwarts: Sasa is going to burn his castle, don’t you know, I’m not running there waiting to be burned, Sasa doesn’t know me now, 55555