the lost castle

"There is nothing more unreal than that, now that the Big Four who built Hogwarts are not together, no, I actually mean that Slytherin left, which is a good thing, Gryffindor has to catch up , why do we have to look for it? According to me, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are more credible, but now, although they have walked out of the forest, it is impossible for Gryffindor to take it outside. Why do you bother? Persevere and keep following? Whoops—”

"Ron, are you all right?"

The red-haired Weasley rubbed the swollen bump on the back of his head in pain, but he didn't dare to look back. Stones and broken pottery shards hit them mindlessly.

"Armor protection."

The use of the spell obviously terrified the chasing crowd who were angrily shouting and cursing, but all those who caught up quickly were not holding broken stones. Looking at the chopping knives or hoes, Hermione's face turned blue.

"Come on, Ron!"

"I don't understand, I didn't do anything—"

"This is the Middle Ages, Ron!"

"No matter what century it is, there is no reason to beat people up when we meet—Merlin, you mean they recognized us as wizards?"

"Obviously."

Ginny, who had just followed the two of them in groups to find food, looked at her own brother with disdain.

"But we've got to have food, Hermione—"

"Muggles in the Middle Ages believed that the death of people or domestic animals in the village was cursed by wizards. Ron, did you really pass the History of Magic exam?"

"Oh, I didn't...you know that, don't you? We've been with Harry for the last year."

Ginny had interrupted Ron earlier in a voice that was more angry than annoyed:

"I think the outside world should put a Transfiguration Charm on their clothes!"

"That's useless!"

"Professor Fei Liwei!"

"Come here, go this way, everyone else is waiting for you on the other side of the valley, hold on to my clothes, Apparate!"

People with crude weapons yelled even more angrily out of fear. They waved their arms and dug crazily towards the piece of land where Ron and the others disappeared, and then poured scalding boiling water into it, and then they seemed to feel that The evil will no longer come to bring disasters to their lives, so they leave one after another.

Harry the Savior Potter tightened his long gray cloak, which was ugly and rough, perhaps worse than the one worn by dementors, and walked slowly from the cover of the distant forest, holding a shaved cloak in his hand. A long, broken wooden stick. In fact, it is not very useful, but if a traveler from afar does not hold it, it will obviously attract suspicious eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at the piece of black bread in his hand that was so hard that it could kill someone if thrown out. He only thought that the burnt black toast and stale salad that he ate on Privet Drive before the age of 11 were absolutely sumptuous dinners.

Harry passed by a river in the morning and got it from some old shepherds there.

Use a whole three fish.

Now Harry didn't know whether the exchange had succeeded or failed.

The crops grown in the field are undoubtedly very precious in the eyes of the common people. It is not because the land is barren, but because Muggles at this time have no ability to resist nature at this time. Rain and snow can easily destroy their hard work for a year. The best crops and food must be paid to the lord. Over the past few hundred years, the pious religious beliefs have made them need to pay another share to pray for the glory of the Lord.

Harry saw the shepherds holding crude earthenware bowls in their hands.It contains thin gray potato roots or other messy leaves boiled together, which is their only meal a day, and the life of the shepherds is obviously much better than that of the pure poor. The rough black bread is simply the most hearty food in the house.

Harry just couldn't eat it.

Or he needs to put the "split" spell on the bread, or maybe he needs to strengthen his teeth, the armor spell is a good idea, but what about his stomach?

He had been scurrying around for almost a day trying to get rid of the Malfoys, and decided it would be best not to use a spell.

Leaving Hermione, Harry really can't tell which wild things are edible. It's already November, and it's hard to find fungi in the too cold British plains and forests, and some unknown fruits can't be detoxified without detoxification. In the case of potions, Harry really didn't want to try it.

The things that can be exchanged are pitifully scarce.

-Don't kill prey with spells, unless you intend to keep it for yourself.

The portraits of the headmaster reminded the savior very seriously that except for the fish that can be caught with the stunning spell, any prey without scars is undoubtedly saying that he is a wizard, which is the most unwise approach.

——Of course, you can also consider the Imperius Curse, for example, let the wolf that followed you all night yesterday jump into the river and drown.

Harry almost immediately remembered Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Moody when they were in fourth grade.

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson: Show the three Unforgivable Curses and torture that spider.

"Do not."

As the savior said so, he finally crossed the river in the early morning to escape the hungry eyes of the lone wolf.

"Harry, even if they are not magical creatures, these animals are very smart. They will not attack a large group of people rashly, unless they have a large group of themselves... Of course, in a sense, a lone wolf is more cunning than a whole pack of wolves Horrible because it was able to survive on its own."

The savior touched his nose and truly felt the tragedy.

No sooner had Harry approached the village than he wanted to turn around and leave.

Those people were still holding rough weapons in their hands, and they were talking angrily, and their hostile eyes were projected over without any concealment, and they almost rushed up to do something.

Harry could only try his best to resist the urge to cast a protective spell, and walked past the crooked and dilapidated village.

Don't talk, don't do anything.

Gradually, those vigilant and angry gazes relaxed a bit, but if Harry had the intention of approaching the village, they would definitely not be so easy to talk to. The more remote the place, the less likely foreigners would pass by. Even if they weren't wizards, they I will never take care of it.

"Harry Potter!"

The savior was shocked, and when he saw the figure appearing on the roof not far away, he quickly ran to the distant woodland.

"Haha, look at my eyes, and I recognized that kid at a glance!"

It was Bella Lestrange who suddenly appeared from the wall made of mud. Her long black dress was also dirty and stained, but she frantically pointed at the savior who was running away in a cloak Laugh out loud.

"To the bone!"

Harry rolled on the ground very skillfully, and when he jumped up again, he had already drawn out his wand and threw a counterattack backwards. He went straight into the woods without looking back.

"The slide is flat!" "Torn apart!"

The wall under Bella's feet and the roof suddenly condensed into an invisible corridor, making her unable to stand still, and then all collapsed.She screamed almost angrily, how could she give up this rare good opportunity, the cubs of the Potter family appeared, so what about the Lord, where is the Lord, why didn't he use the Dark Mark to summon them?

Then countless strands of thick black smoke gathered to form Death Eaters one after another.

"Catch Potter!"

Depressed for the whole night because there was no Dark Lord, there were two splits, and in the end it was because of the instability of the current era that they failed to completely turn their faces. Before they had time to grin, they realized that what greeted them was not the savior's life-and-death spell, nor the Order of the Phoenix, but countless stones and miscellaneous objects that covered their heads and faces.

"Damn Muggles!"

Bella roared, and immediately used the death curse.

Death Eaters certainly wouldn't stop hunting for the Savior just because Muggles were throwing stones at him and yelling.

They put a protective spell on themselves angrily, and killed those screaming Muggles without hesitation. In their opinion, the corpses and blood can quickly make these dirty things shut up and curl up in the corner trembling.

But the stones and sundries were gone, and all the people waving and rushing up were hoes, agricultural tools or most of the rusted and scrapped weapons.

"The devil! The devil!!"

They were terrified, but the more terrified they became, the more they shouted and rushed over.

Then there are torches, boiling water...even bereaved crazy people have started throwing everything they can see, no matter what it is.

Bella knocked away a millstone that hit her with her wand, and yelled frantically:

"Damn it, grab Potter and don't let him get away!"

The figure of the Savior had disappeared into the shadows of the woods.

Almost at the same time, all the Death Eaters turned into thick black smoke and jumped up from the spot.

"Don't let those devils go!!"

The torches poured into the woods like a stream of fire, and when viewed from a height, it looked like a long fiery snake, directly disrupting the night that was approaching evening.

Godric Gryffindor stood on a hillside far away and looked here curiously.

Wherever he went, he received only awe from the common people or admiration from the children, although now Melville is away from him-this is not a big deal, is it, anyway, as long as a few of the most vigorous and flexible The wild deer can appease it.The problem now is instead—uh, he seems to have forgotten the door key when he went out.

Just apparate and go home?

No, he said when he parted with Rowena Helga that he would definitely find Salazar.

A certain knight didn't need to think too much, he knew that the nobles who got the news, no matter they were Muggles or wizards, had no good intentions anyway. It's not that he didn't believe in Salazar's magic power, but——

Mia is only a few months old?

Salazar also said he never went out?

This alone was enough for the blond knight to catch up desperately, but as the day passed, Gryffindor began to suspect that he was lost again, otherwise it would be impossible for him not to have discovered it until now.

Wait, the fire over there, isn't it—