the lost castle

"It's a wonderful afternoon, if we didn't come too late and we could catch up with last night's banquet..." The gray cloak and robe that Earl Robert wore during his travels were replaced in the carriage, Neville I think the mentality of these people in order to participate in the banquet is very interesting: put the best clothes at the bottom of the luggage, and never change until the destination.The knights can even deliberately speed up and throw dust on each other when approaching other noble carriages... Of course, when Neville learned that their destination was called Slytherin Castle, he couldn't laugh anymore, he was stiff The movements of the whole day are the same with the same hands and feet, and now when I see the owner of this castle, I can't even stand still.

"Fortunately, for these nobles who flaunt their ancient bloodlines, once there is a grand event, it will be three days in a row."

Earl Robert laughed softly in a long tone. His appearance is considered outstanding here, and he doesn't look too big, but the women who are woven with jewels and gorgeous clothes never put their eyes on him. , and even many of them showed doubts and disdain on their expressions.But he himself obviously didn't care, walked up to the young man wearing the silver half-length knight armor and said with a smile: "It seems that you are the one who met at the southern foot of the Abigail Mountains, Lord Gryffindor? "

Neville's breathing tightened all of a sudden, no, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe for a moment.

"I said earlier that I would never go to Rome again, Bishop Galbert."

The young man with slightly curly long hair at the end of the golden tail turned his head. He didn't see Robert who was speaking first, but first caught a glimpse of the bishop in black, who was dressed in a solemn and solemn manner, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the banquet.

The intricate pattern on the silver showed a magnificent and charming black gold, which attracted the attention of almost half of the people in the hall.The expressions of the Muggles are obviously curious and amazed, because they can't figure out how to cast such lines on the hard armor, and the wizards are either concentrating or smiling slightly, and they are also very concerned about this kind of alchemy. masterpiece.The bright blond hair is draped in the same conspicuous scarlet feathered cloak, standing there is brighter than the light of the pearls and candles suspended in mid-air combined, handsome and deep like the outline of bright gems, just like the most outstanding painter and The most virtuous sage, as he described and praised with pen and words, with indescribable charm and light smile, while taking in all the admiring eyes cast by the girls covered with fans decorated with emerald feathers and pearls, while Ignoring the malicious whispers, he reached out and slapped Galbert on the shoulder, almost causing the poor bishop to lie on the pillar.

"I knew you would be late. In fact, I came here on Melville."

"Breaking promises, this is not the belief of knights, Lord Gryffindor!"

This time, Gryffindor's gaze finally fell on Count Robert, who was wearing a standard aristocratic dress, neither outstanding nor shabby. "

Putting the slender, bony fingers to his lips, he cunningly bent his mouth upwards: "Robert? Why doesn't your uncle usurp the throne..."

Poor Earl Robert's confident smile instantly froze, and he almost fell to the ground, his veins burst out: "Your Excellency Gryffindor!!"

Dodging the surprised eyes that seemed to be focused on hearing the conversation here, Robert's nose was red with annoyance. He ran to this place where not many people knew. The powerful person who can extract all the last benefits from a person pays more attention, and he is not impatient to live anymore.

"...Is this something that a knight who believes in loyalty and noble character can say? Also, the fundamental reason why Bishop Galbert and I waited for a day at the southern foot of the Abigail Mountains and finally made us late is that you Didn't go? Breaking promises, not the faith of knights, Lord Gryffindor!"

"Oh, my faith is Merlin, Robert, just like you."

Maintain a lazy and relaxed smile, and use this smile that bends the corners of the mouth fifteen degrees to capture another cry after another. After all, the blood is too noble and ancient, which means that the choice of marriage is extremely limited. It is rare to see such a family power For a young man who is famous and famous, which noble lady doesn't move her mind?

The vast Stewart Mire can be seen from the terrace, which is home to some of the most dangerous plants and magical creatures on the entire English island. Saw some colorful frogs and snakes emerge from the soft and muddy water, killing figures.

The Abigail Mountains in the distance are like illusory traces shrouded in a layer of mist.

"I thought you would leave the next day. I remember that you are not interested in such a grand event."

"That's what I said, but what if I meet someone interesting?" Rubbing his chin with his fingers, the blond knight named Gryffindor picked up Neville, who was dragged by Robert all the way, with interest. Keeping a petrified expression, he looked at the blond knight with a smile that made people want to cast their eyes outward.

While looking at each other twice, a voice suddenly came from the crowd behind:

"Godric, what are you doing?"

Neville twisted his ankle in pain.

He knew it, he guessed it, and there was no greater possibility in the same age as Slytherin, except for Godric Gryffindor.

It's just that Longbottom really can't accept an academy founder who looks the same age as him.

"Ah, Rowena, your pearl hair accessory is beautiful today."

The woman who walked over while asking questions had very rare and beautiful tea-blonde long hair.The long dress with a light gray background seems to be able to steal everyone's attention when she wears it. A pair of bright, wise and smiling eyes seem to have no shadows and sorrows, but only pride and confidence.She lightly weighed the ivory-white hollow fan in her hand, making no secret of her disdain for the admiring and jealous gazes around her. She turned her head slightly and leaned slightly towards the pillars of the open-air platform. Just this movement was so elegant and perfect that it made people feel uncomfortable. Hold your breath:

"Helga, I'm over here."

Looking back, two or three strands of her tea-blond long hair, which was half rolled up, hung down on her snow-white neck, and she saw the blond knight grabbing a guy who was obviously stupid and staring at him with big eyes to small eyes and a proud expression. Finally a smile appeared:

"Godric, if you could say something meaningful."

"Why should a greeting have any meaning?"

Godric shook Neville in his hand impatiently, and then turned to Robert with a surprised face:

"Where did this kid come from? Wearing such weird clothes?"

"You scared him."

Neville stared in a daze as she came from behind with red half-long hair. She didn't look like she was attending a grand event at all. She was just wearing a dark blue cloak and a dark brown robe, but most of the people here seemed to know her, and there was nothing unusual about her. It is common to see such disdainful glances when one casually appears at a grand event.She was a woman who was rarely seen to be tall, and even Godric was a little shorter.There was no smile, but they were all gentle expressions. At least seeing such eyes, Neville's heart that was running out of nowhere finally settled down.It was as if all the anxiety, pain, and bewilderment had been washed away by this warmth. If it wasn't for the influence of the war in the last year, Longbottom, who had just entered Hogwarts, would probably have cried.

"Well, Godric Gryffindor, maybe you know me? A wizard from nowhere, eh? What's this?"

Robert finally smiled, and still glanced at the beautiful woman who was obviously Ravenclaw:

"It's very interesting. A wizard actually has a lion that belongs to the Gryffindor family crest."

"It's really strange, but the whole of Rome, including England, knows that my father has only one son, and what?" Godric shook Neville, who was limp in a pile, and couldn't help showing a mischievous smile:

"No guts, average-looking, not blond..."

"Lord Gryffindor?"

Because all the people around raised their glasses and bowed their heads slightly, Neville moved his head dully, seeing the person who scared half his life when he first entered the hall was standing there, Neville let out a sigh as if seeing fate and death. groaned.

"Oh, Salazar, I said last night, don't be so polite, call me Godric, Godric will be fine!"

Completely disregarding etiquette, and treating the scrutiny of everyone around him as air, the blond knight laughed loudly, and didn't notice that he was willing to be called by his Christian name, but the Slytherin who only knew him yesterday frowned, obviously not Happy to be called by his name, Rowena behind him was already curling her lips helplessly.

The Abigail Mountains in the distance seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and countless birds jumped up from the forest.

"Lord Gryffindor, does that seem to be Melville's voice?"

"It's okay, it's okay, he just likes to toss..."

The author has something to say:

Well, Salazar is 15 years old, Rowena is 16 years old, Godric is 18 years old, Helga is 19 years old, well, what a group of young people