the lost castle

"Damn it, it's full of deep mud down there, you can sink half of your body if you step on it, and our little Harry probably wouldn't be able to climb out of it—"

Hagrid's appearance finally reached the peak of embarrassment in the past few days of changes. His clothes were casually torn, but this time they were even more muddy.His hair and beard were all tangled together, and dried mud fell from his legs as he walked.

"It's a quagmire..."

Professor McGonagall's expression was particularly dignified. She was the one who stopped everyone from moving forward. Hogwarts brought them into a dense forest. They walked out of the dangerous forest before sunset almost cautiously, but when they appeared The sight in front of them made the Order of the Phoenix feel desperate even more.

At the end, the afterglow of the setting sun coated the endless open plain with countless low plants growing as far as the eye can see, but the mist had already diffused, without the slightest trace of people or creatures, full of murderous intent and abnormal tranquility.Hagrid has already suffered a great loss by stepping on it. Everyone knows that in such a vast swamp or quagmire, if there is no one who knows the way, rushing in hastily means death. After all, no one knows what lives under those mud Such dangerous magical creatures.

"We should stay in the woods..." Hermione began to mutter, "Although the forest is very dangerous, but with that dragon around, ordinary beasts would not dare to approach a fire dragon."

Of course, this is indeed a possibility, but everyone looked at the Gryffindor Activity Library with weird eyes, and the latter finally slapped his forehead and said weakly:

"Master of the Black Dragon of Heshidili, Merlin bless him not to come after us."

Anyway, the dragon was flying well in the sky, when a castle suddenly appeared and broke its wings, fell all the way and broke half of its bones, they could still hear the angry howl after walking so far.So the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters parted ways in embarrassment for the second time in just a few days, one quickly retreated to the left and the other to the right. Of course, there was a reason why the Savior and the Dark Lord disappeared at the same time. This is the most important reason.The wizards who have been tossed so repeatedly by the castle even seem so extravagant to find a place to recover their magic power.

"Molly, George will be all right, and Harry will be all right."

The dragon fell and just crushed the werewolf to a pulp, and they didn't find a trace of George.

But what scares them most now is not the disappearance of familiar people one after another, but the complete disappearance of Hogwarts.After taking them to a weird place again, they disappeared in place. Even Hagrid, who had very little brain movement, knew that if he wanted to go back to the 20th century, he still had to rely on the castle that suddenly went crazy. This has nothing to do with whether the magic is strong or not. The relationship of half a Galleon.

"Professor, do you think it's still AD 973?"

"should be."

There is no stiffness where you can't move, and there is no magical backlash phenomenon in the impossible time, it should be the time before, but even if Hogwarts can say the Avada curse to Harry every time Voldemort Overall movement, at least there is a direction.

Professor McGonagall turned blue when he thought of this.

It wasn't hard to guess where this place was from where Hogwarts had been tossing around the last time, but she preferred to think too much about it.

Professor Flitwick didn't have such a good self-comforting ability anymore. After rolling his eyes a few times, he also realized this problem. He immediately became short of breath, trembling, and screamed:

"Steward! Merlin, I dare say this is definitely the Steward quagmire!"

"Huh?" Ron, who had never heard of this term, was at a loss.

"Haven't you read "Hogwarts, A School History" carefully?" Hermione had already been hit by Ron again and again, and her nerves were so tough that she herself wondered why she hadn't collapsed.

"This name is a little familiar." Ginny also said that she had heard of it, but it seemed too difficult for her to remember a name that she might have seen in a book. After all, not everyone is a Gryffindor activity library.

"Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp, fair Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside, kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley, shrewd Slytherin, from the quagmire... The hat sang that song at the opening dinner that year of the Triwizard Tournament, didn't you?" Luna sang softly with her head tilted in a sleepy-talking tone.

Of course she sang ten thousand times better than the hat's broken voice, but everyone began to tremble.

"Merlin, this is really terrible news!" Arthur Weasley couldn't help touching the tangled top of his bald hair, and Ron almost followed his father's words, and blurted out a low cry:

"Hermione, don't you tell me that we might face that old lunatic who kept the basilisk in the school?"

"shut up!"

This time, everyone wanted to jump over and gag Ron.

"Ron, do you know where you are? We are in the Middle Ages, the Middle Ages! If you talk like this without going through your brain, you will kill everyone, including your parents, sister, professor and me!" Hermione I feel like I'm on the verge of madness.

"Granger—"

"Professor, I regret so much, why didn't I carefully read the Muggle chronology before the 12th century! I know about the Crusades, and I can even tell the time when the Black Death broke out a few times, but before the unification of England ..." Looking at Professor McGonagall, Hermione's tears rolled down uncontrollably. She really regretted it. After she was 11 years old, she basically didn't have much contact with the books in the Muggle library. Wizards There are so many books in the world that she can't finish reading and researching.And the history of magic doesn't just talk about goblin rebellion and burning witches.

"It's not your fault, and it's not anyone's fault. Granger, remember what I said when I gave you the Time-Turner when you were in third year?"

Hermione froze, quickly glanced at Professor McGonagall, then lowered her head:

"...The professor said that it can only be used for learning, and going back to the past cannot stop the real passage of time. Those who should die will still die. Those who should die will not add an extra day, use an extra hour, the future The 60 minutes will be fairly subtracted from your lifespan...Sorry. Harry and I used the Time-Turner to change a period..."

"No, it's just like divination. Most of the time, they don't know to believe it, but point out a direction. The right to choose is still in our hands, but sometimes, fate only gives this direction!"

Just like Harry, there may be two results between him and Voldemort, but it cannot change his fate of becoming the savior of the "Boy Who Lived".

"Oops!"

Just when everyone was thinking hard about what their time-distorted travel meant, and whether it could affect such a profound proposition 1000 years later, Ron let out another cry that disrupted the atmosphere.When he found that everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but shrink back a bit:

"Professor Trelawney, we seem to have forgotten her."

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix looked blank at first, because they and the Death Eaters were the only ones left in the castle in the final battle, and the professors and students had already been sent away, but Professor McGonagall soon changed his expression.

Professor Sybill Trelawney was seen by many as a bumbling nonsense, and she was—the prophecies were not of her own conscious consciousness—but since Harry's fifth year At that time, after being humiliated by Deputy Minister Umbridge who almost kicked her out of Hogwarts, she refused to leave the school even if she said nothing. No one should be able to persuade her to leave the tower in the final battle...

In this era, no one calls her name, so she won't starve to death, right?

Everyone was thinking with distorted and weird expressions.

But now, apart from Ron calling her name, there was nothing they could do. After all, they didn't know where the castle was, and they couldn't even bring Trelawney with them.

"Merlin bless Sybil..."

Professor McGonagall hadn't finished speaking with helplessness. In the night, a sharp cry came from afar. The sound passed through the vast fertile fields and quagmire, lingering faintly in the air.It was a very terrifying sound, as shrill as a knife, and just hearing a single syllable made people tremble with unstoppable sadness.

"Everyone, go back to the jungle! Quick!"

"Professor McGonagall?"

"The cry of the death-reporting banshee..." Several people also reacted, but they were obviously puzzled. It was just a banshee who predicted death. Even the classification level of the Ministry of Magic is only two danger levels. Ordinary wizards can do it. To resist, there is no need to smell and flee in a hurry.

The cries became louder and louder, and in the dark night, shadows in black cloaks could even be seen twisting above the quagmire. The group of people almost immediately thought of dementors.But instead of cold despair, there was a terrible sadness, a desire to cry and destroy everything in sight.

"Too many..." Professor Flitwick's face was pale, and without saying a word, he immediately motioned everyone to back off.

"It's true that they don't attack people, but—"

The banshee crying and predicting death appears here, is a disaster about to happen?With dark cloaks and long silver-white hair, the banshees have blood-red eyes from crying on their bluish-white faces, but they are different from the usual death banshees. They suddenly appear from around the quagmire with terrifying smiles Flying into the air, dancing and making a shrill sound.

The castle immersed in the night in the distance, the grand event remains the same.

The shrill cry just made the Muggles frown, and because of the magic defense of the castle itself, it was just some noise. None of the wizards took it seriously, and continued to talk and laugh.

There are too many souls who are unwilling to die in the Stewart Mire, and the entire Slytherin family has died from a curse. It is no longer a new thing for groups of death banshees to cry after nightfall. So no wizard is interested in going out to see it, and they don't know the cruel smiles of the banshees flying in the air.

——This time, what they brought was a real omen of death.

Salazar Slytherin, whom we need to call so for now, put down his quill, closed a diary made of parchment blessed with eight kinds of black magic, and stared at the darkness outside the window.