the lost castle

The child was choked by the heavier and heavier smoke, unable to sleep peacefully, and could only cry loudly.

Although they leave as fast as possible, the flames will not really burn them (no nonsense, this is magic, it is controlled, although the other three don't know it), but in this dark night, the young Rowena and Helga still felt an inexplicable panic in their hearts.

Not the future, not how to get out, not even about the devastation wrought by this horrible fire.

But which of the four of them would comfort a crying baby?

19-year-old girls from aristocratic families are mostly married, but Helga is not there after all, isn't she? She can easily appease violent magical creatures and is proficient in the magic of controlling plants, but she doesn't know how to stop children from crying. After touching the body for a long time, he let out a low cry of joy, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, and carefully but clumsily stretched out his hand to pat the child's back, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Rowena grabbed her in fright and shouted:

"You are stupid, Helga, how can a baby eat candy!"

"Uh, can't the baby eat it?"

Is it mentioned in the book?Of course, no book says so.

When Helga stretched out his hand, Slytherin unconsciously took a step back, but the other three people in the chaos didn't pay attention, and the other hand was held tightly by Godric, and the running posture couldn't be helped. Make him dodge Helga's moves without using a spell.

"It's because of the smoke, why don't you just leave here?" A certain knight's blond hair was covered with leaves and black ash blown by the wind because he hurried through the woods, and his face was even worse. It's a mess of colors and it's wonderful.

"What do you know?" Rowena scratched her loose hair angrily.

The child is too young to cast even a single spell on it.

In the darkness covered by thick smoke, the crying of the child, and the four wizards who couldn't apparate because of the baby still in their arms had to walk through the mire and woods, in a state of embarrassment. Rowena and Helga, who were running and arguing about what to eat with the children, were at the end, and Godric, who was holding on to Salazar's wrist tightly, was at the front, as if it was fate, on this night , making them irresistibly embark on that destined path.

Facts have proved that no matter how solemn and solemn events in history, great heroes and their lives, even some seemingly great secrets have never been recorded, although they all have a very amazing beginning, but Please believe that what happened later is definitely not so good.

"Uh, where is this?"

The flames should have been extinguished, or they had already left the burning range, standing in a dark forest deep in the Abigail Mountains, although the wind still blew over with heat, the choking smell of smoke in the air had faded .

"Godric, it seems that you led the way!" Rowena accidentally tore off a few of her tea-blond long hair in a moment of panic.

——It’s just that you keep rushing forward without looking back!

"Am I planning to go to Melville? You know, haha." A certain knight touched his face in embarrassment, and the black and gray streaks made that face even more exciting and scary, "But the fire is so big, the smoke is so Nong, the sky is so dark, how can I see clearly?"

Seeing his "miserable state", Rowena and Helga, who took out fine handkerchiefs and began to wipe their faces together, choked on Gryffindor's words, and had to follow a certain knight, looking at the three pairs of eyes at the same time. Slytherin.

It must be their illusion, otherwise how could they see a hint of laughter in those lake green pupils?

"...I never went out."

"Merlin—"

"Never stepped out of that castle..."

"Oh!"

That said, the four of them, were absolutely lost.

"Godric, you use Apparation first, go back to Melville."

"no!"

Gryffindor rejected Rowena's proposal straight away, and before she could refute, he immediately said:

"The knight's principle is not to leave women and children behind."

"..." Helga pressed her forehead with her hand, suppressed Rowena's movement beside her, and smiled helplessly, "Just say that you can't find a way to pick us up when you get there."

"Helga, you are very thoughtful."

"..." Obviously the point of the problem is not this.

"By the way, Salazar!" Godric Gryffindor turned around suddenly, although his face was black and gray, but his expression couldn't be more serious, staring at Slytherin, "I saw you I just wanted to ask, but after procrastinating all the way, I can finally ask now..."

The lake-green pupils darkened even deeper, without any waves.

How did the fire start?What happened tonight?

If this sentence is asked, whether Salazar Slytherin will answer, and whether he will tell the truth, although this possibility is too small, and they have only known each other for three days is not enough to mean anything-just history The scary thing is that there are some things without ifs.

"As soon as I saw you, I wanted to ask. After procrastinating all the way, I can finally ask - who is this child, and you hold him so tightly?"

"..."

The flames gradually dimmed, and there was still suffocating smoke in the night sky. Many people who were still stranded in the Abigail Mountains this night were shocked, but those Muggles who had just left the banquet would never look back See what happened. For them, everything about wizards is dangerous and weird, especially such an ancient family full of terrible rumors.As for wizards?Their speed is not so slow, they have already left here.

And there are definitely more than one group of people who can't find their way in the dark forest.

"Damn!"

"What the hell is this place, damn Hogwarts!"

The Death Eaters haven't forgotten what interrupted the victory they had already achieved, and the great situation of killing the Savior, but now they can't find the castle that threw them into the Middle Ages and disappeared again .

"The Lord has never called us..."

"Enough! Lord will be fine! It's Potter who will die!"

The sound of Bella's screams made Draco frowned again, and cautiously huddled closer into the shadow of a tree, his parents standing in front of him, although the Malfoys had never been so in memory. Embarrassed, his father would never wear creased clothes, and his mother would not let her long jeweled hair be a mess.But compared to their current uncertain situation, there is nothing more important than being together as a family.

Whether the Death Eaters could defeat the Order of the Phoenix in the decisive battle, he didn't care at all, just because there was no way to leave the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix would not believe them, and would just throw them all into Azkaban.Draco, he has been to that terrible prison, just to visit this crazy aunt in front of him, all the prisoners there are like this, or they just lie there with a dull breath.

The black smoke was blown by the wind and fell from the trees, all over the place.

The year 1000 is also very good, although Hogwarts has not yet been established, there is no Gringotts, no Ministry of Magic, let alone Azkaban, and even at this time, there is no Floo powder or Quidditch. Appear.If they couldn't go back—why go back, would they have a chance if Voldemort ruled the wizarding world?No, there was no Azkaban at that time, but it was heartbreaking.

Narcissa's sunken eyes were full of fear. These changes came too suddenly. In the past few days, other people still maintained a curse and disdainful attitude and scolded them as traitors. If it wasn't for the werewolf Fenrir being crushed to death by that dragon Now, maybe she couldn't even keep Draco - everyone was hungry and tired, they only caught a few small animals indiscriminately, if it wasn't for the recovery of magic power, maybe she didn't even have the strength to continue walking.

(When the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix parted ways again and went in the opposite direction, the Order of the Phoenix came to the edge of the quagmire, and the Death Eaters of course went deep into the forest of the Abigail Mountains... but they also got lost == )

"Wait, what sound?"

Moving forward in the dense forest, he had almost bumped into dangerous magical creatures several times, but fortunately, there were no naive Death Eaters who needed to read books to know what dangers they would encounter.

"...It seems to be the cry of a baby?"

The big Lyle licked his lower lip and let out a ferocious laugh:

"It's not the voice of the Banshee, the cry is so soft... It's probably a child who cried until he was exhausted. Hmph, the baby's flesh is the softest."

"Okay, don't be like that unlucky Fenrir! How can there be babies crying in this ghost place? Don't get dizzy from hunger and run headlong into the trap of dangerous creatures."

"Then take a look from a distance... Finally, you can see a living person, isn't it great? Where is this, and what the hell is this age, you have to find someone to ask, right? Even if it's a dirty asshole Melons are fine too."

"Then go alone, Dolokhov!"

"Bella, don't be self-righteous, why are you yelling at me!"

"you--"

"Shut up! There is a voice, someone is coming towards us!"

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Narcissa; if the werewolf Fenrir hadn't been crushed to death by a dragon, my little dragon would be in trouble