the lost castle

The night is getting darker, and there are strange figures of predators passing by from time to time in the quagmire where the bubbles are turned out from time to time. Outside the castle, no Muggle dares to come out, and there is no need to see all kinds of behemoths floating in the mud and hunting torn apart. The beating was brutal, just the phosphorescent dark blue flames floating up and down, passing through the death banshee's snow-white hair and pitch-black cloak, the timid ones would be scared to death.

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix didn't take a step into Stewart's quagmire at all, because those banshees who reported death, they ran too fast, at least they lost the chance to meet Godric Gryffindor this night, they The scattered footprints left behind were also very lucky to be believed by a certain knight that the Muggles who came to the banquet stepped on an unfamiliar road-he flew over, and of course he didn't know which way the Muggles from all directions took. road.

There are quite a few dangerous areas, and high-level magical creatures that cannot be messed with will not stay at the door of their homes. Therefore, at dawn, the Gryffindor armor was stained with a few bright red marks, and the gorgeous boots and trousers The edges were all torn, and the gorgeous long sword used for decoration was broken from it, only half of it was dangling in his hand, and then he climbed up the dense forest on the gentle slope, and found that he was lying on the ground and howling. The Heshidili black dragon who fell asleep in the second half of the night.

"Good morning, Melville, what a good idea!"

Godric opened his eyes wide, and kicked an arm of the werewolf exposed outside Melville's stomach:

"This way no one can take away your supper!"

A certain black dragon who was dizzy and in pain, finally smelled the familiar breath, opened his eyes hastily, and before he had time to express anything excitedly, he was choked by this sentence and spit sparks from his nostrils, while the blond knight laughed Going around it in circles, it let out a huge growl from its throat in utter anger, and Merlin knew how difficult it would be to let out such a roar without spitting out flames—but it worked out well, and the wave of air sent Godric backwards. He leaned back, and then he was grabbed by a big paw and lifted up the bright cloak attached to the cloak. He was facing the dreamy and beautiful big purple eyes of the black dragon of Heshidia, and he was definitely about to stare at him angrily.

"..."

The four eyes looked at each other silently.

Godric Gryffindor's pupils are a rare amber color, with a clear and bright red-orange luster. When smiling, the almost transparent bright light is often invisible, but when he remains motionless and maintains a gaze , it will appear that kind of translucency is particularly cold and sharp, but these are of no use to Melville who has known Gryffindor for at least ten years. After expressing his anger enough, he lifted his paw and pushed his knight down. To his broken right wing.

"Melville, you are too rude. You won't be able to find a beautiful and noble female dragon in the future... eh? Maybe you have already found it, or your wings and ribs... Merlin, how did you make it so hard?"

Melville let go of his claws, and the blond knight was still lying on the black dragon's wing, frowning and muttering to himself while using recovery magic: "Don't tell me that there are five-legged monsters here, I don't believe that there is any magical creature here that can kill a Hell If the black dragon Sidili breaks half of the bone, you won't encounter the basilisk, will you?"

roll!Can it still breathe when it encounters a basilisk?It was the most unfair kind of magical creature. It didn't need to fight or dodge, it could be killed by just using its eyes.

"Did you fight another dragon?"

Its knights are famous for talking to themselves, imposing their own speculations on the will of others.

"Ow—"

"Could it be that when you met a female dragon, you were attacked by other dragons from the side?"

Damn, is it one of those fools whose brains are full of water?The black dragon Hexideli held its intact left paw angrily, but a certain knight who was lying on it and was busy applying recovery and detection magic didn't pay attention at all.

"No, the smell of dragons is very sensitive to you, and you can smell them from miles away. Is there no possibility of a sneak attack among fire dragons?"

kindness?Did you just think of it? (The paw stops, ready to recover)

"And the surrounding bushes are all right, but you're so hurt... Melville, did you fall from the sky?"

Exactly. (Paws retracted, a certain black dragon was just about to show a happy and earnest expression of approval...)

"...So?" The blond knight stopped and stared into Melville's big purple eyes, "That must be a very beautiful dragon, which made you so dazed that you forgot to flap its wings and fell from the sky?"

Who said the taunting venom of those nobles could choke people to death?Its knight's self-talk can suffocate the dead, and it can make a dragon so angry that sparks burst out of its nose and ears, and it is almost choked by its own breath.

"Hey, no matter how urgent you are, you need to use the potion. Your bones are broken so much, I don't have the strength to resist you and go home."

Melville raised his paw and held it for a long time.

Forget it, it's just too tiring.

Get down on the ground and decide to pretend to be dead no matter what you hear. It is very hungry, very tired, and the wound is very painful. No matter who comes, don't want it to move.Thinking about it like this, it heard the footsteps of the knight leaving, it must be someone to rescue it, or bring the potion, hum, and drop it one by one, this time it is really angry, wait, ten days Don't even think about it and ignore him for half a month.

Just as the rising sun began to shine on Melville's body, making his consciousness more and more heavy and about to fall asleep, he smelled a smell of blood, fresh blood.

"Ow?"

He raised his paws vigilantly, raised his head, and saw an all-too-familiar figure walking from the dense forest.

A leopard with a broken neck was thrown in front of the black dragon.

This poor guy who wandered around all night and had a full meal was blocked by a certain knight at the door of the lair. Although it sensed the danger of the other party, it has to be said that the clothes that can be seen everywhere made this leopard carelessly prepare to add more food. One meal, if it had seen the stick-like thing used to launch a fatal attack a few seconds earlier, where would it have stayed and fled frantically...

"Don't be picky, Melville, and wait here for my return."

Godric Gryffindor really didn't take the serious injury of his black dragon as a serious matter. Anyway, he has always taken Melville to such a trouble in the past few years, so he still has a brisk look. He touched the black dragon's big head with a comforting smile, and then walked back along the way. While walking, he was still thinking about how Melville was injured like this-what, what he just said, he himself Do not believe you believe it?

Never eat prey that it did not catch.Especially Heshidili Black Dragon, who had a very strong sense of domain, looked at the leopard in front of him that was still bleeding hot, squinting his eyes critically, aiming and aiming critically.

Well, the location of the spinal fracture is not good, it's just that the female leopard doesn't have enough meat, and...

Forget it, other than the fact that the knights like to talk nonsense and talk to themselves, there is nothing wrong with it.

Merlin knew that it was tired and injured, it wasn't that it stopped hunting, and it wasn't that it was fed by the so-called master. Godric was its best friend, um, that's it.

He opened his mouth wide and bit off half of the leopard in one bite.

Uh, it hasn't eaten for three days, and it hasn't eaten anything since it went out. The feeling of chewed meat and blood flowing down its throat is as warm as the sun shining on its body.

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"My lord, Gryffindor? What are you doing with the powerful bone-growing potion, this is my collection..."

"Robert, say goodbye to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff for me. I'm running out of time. Something happened to Melville."

"...I can give you another bottle of blood-replenishing potion, but you have to promise us to return to Rome."

"Here, Melville is waiting for me!"

"Lord Gryffindor..."

"Let those knights escorting Bishop Gelbert come with me. I'll wait for you at the place where Melville was injured. Anyway, it won't be half a month, and the poor guy won't get better. And the banquet will end today... ..."

"At your command, sir."

As soon as he turned around, Count Robert regretted it.

"What, the dragon is injured?"

"Yes, Miss Ravenclaw, it's unfortunate, but don't worry..."

"Where is the injury, no, where are they?" A dragon, a dragon, or a dragon that is seriously injured and unable to move, where can such a good opportunity be found?Rowena Ravenclaw, maybe you would like to rank whether she is a princess in the blood of the Carolingian kings, but please believe that she is absolutely not interested in knights, and it will make her excited regardless of her upbringing and modesty Definitely a dragon.

"Helga, your white magic and recovery magic are good, follow me to save that black dragon."

——Are you really going to "save" that dragon?

From Bishop Galbert to Robert, and even Helga, all looked at Rowena with disbelief.

This is at noon on the third day.

Then they bid farewell to the Duke of Slytherin. They never regretted that they could not agree on the next meeting. They talked about Godric's dragon being injured. They made no secret of their interest in that dragon. At least on the surface, this banquet was worthwhile. Okay, this unexpected acquaintance is also a pleasure.The four noble bloodlines—not to mention the origins—the young people who are outstanding in strength and look down on the chaos around them hit it off immediately. They were very happy both in talking and getting along with each other, but that was all. There are too many interests mixed up in the contacts, even if they don't think so, other things are unavoidable, such as family, such as tradition, and such as wealth.

Now, both Muggles and wizards, with unsatisfactory feelings and exhaustion, boarded a carriage or stepped on a flying horse and jumped on a flying carpet, leaving the Stewart Mire (broom? Well, no noble wizard took a broom to participate) Such a banquet will be laughed to death).The three-day grand event ended, and a premeditated plan that has not been remembered by history and the people of the world will not know is about to happen.

It was almost evening, and even the slowest Muggle nobles had entered the Abigail Mountains along the only safe path.The hustle and bustle has returned to calm, and the vast mire and deep jungle will soon be silent in the darkness.

"Today's sun sets very late."

Looking from the treetops, I can still see the redness in the west.

After finally finding a safe place, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​gathering in a small cave. After a whole day, their magic power has recovered a lot. They are discussing what to do, whether to find Neville or Harry George first, or they Hogwarts should be found first~~~

"The sunset is beautiful."

"This light is as red as blood, it looks weird." Luna murmured while tugging on the cork necklace around her neck.

"It's so bright, it's not like evening at all, but it's like when the morning just rises..."

"I seem to smell something."

"Isn't there a big quagmire over there, hmph, the smell of rot." Ron muttered.

"No, this is—" Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood up at the same time.

Immediately after Hermione also screamed:

"It's fire! It's not the sun over there, it's firelight!"