the lost castle

Regardless of the fact that the savior woke up one morning in the early spring of AD 974 and found himself abandoned, and regardless of how the Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix struggled to survive, the basilisk and the Dark Lord are still on their way to "seek relatives" How to proceed, let us go back to England at the end of the 20th century, Hogwarts Castle.

More and more wizards gathered here, spontaneously or purposefully, to participate in the funeral proposed by the Ministry of Magic.

This is the third week since the accident.

In other words, summer has finally arrived. It should have been the end of June, when students anxiously ran between the library and classrooms for exams, but the war ruined everything.

Now, they were wearing black robes, holding white lilies with dewdrops from kelp in their hands. Whether they were old or just school children, well-dressed or ragged, they were all silent.Almost all the famous people in the British wizarding world are gathered here, and of course there are more unknown ones. The lawn can hardly stand. Many people just attended the funeral of the White Wizard a year ago. At that time, everyone’s heart was full of despair. Sad, for utter darkness came with the Dark Mark floating above Hogwarts Castle that night, just as everyone in the wizarding world, including the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchens, thought the war would It has been protracted, and even they have lost many advantages and are gradually retreating. The final defeat is not far away. After the accident at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow 17 years ago, fate once again ended the war in a bizarre way.

Many of the people who attended the funeral here a year ago are no longer there. They are already lying in coffins waiting for others to come to their funeral, or they have disappeared during the war.

Almost everyone has lost a family member or friend.

"Today, when we stand under the sun again, we must remember the names that have passed away—"

A director of the Ministry of Magic who survived the catastrophe stood on the highest step in front of the castle gate and read a eulogy loudly. Rows of golden fonts displayed his name floating behind him, and he lay flat on a flat marble platform. Waiting to be buried one after another corpses wrapped in white cloth.

"... British wizards have spent their most unforgettable years here. Now, we want to bury our warriors in this land to remember the pain, regret, and mistakes of war and disaster. .”

Umbridge, who was wearing a pink coat standing in a remote corner, pouted ugly.However, she was very clever and did not make any comments. In fact, as soon as she received the news, she immediately pretended to be under the Death Eater's Imperius Curse, and because of her latent power in the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot all year round, she successfully escaped. Escaped from the postwar trial.

You must know that the core of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters are all in a state of disappearance. It can be said that the current Ministry of Magic has finally fulfilled its dream for decades-to truly get rid of the shadow of the White Wizard and the Dark Lord, and become a unique existence in the UK .

"No one knows what happened that night, not even the living."

Low sniffles and murmurs began to erupt from the crowd.

"...Yes, my compatriots, the same sentence appeared 17 years ago, it is being recorded in the "Major Events of the 20th Century", but today we have to put the same sentence The raise was made on that night three weeks ago. When the light of the Dark Mark lit up over Hogwarts again, those of you who are still here today, professors, and children, you left the war quickly and in time , but there are brave, fearless and noble people who stayed to resist the invasion of Death Eaters for the thousand-year-old Hogwarts. Many of them died, and some of them disappeared. Maybe we will never see them again in this life. But they will always be remembered by us!"

The trembling old Ollivander who was helped over hadn't recovered from the damage caused by the black magic, and the driver of the Knight Bus leaned aside with disheveled hair. Mrs. Malkin's cry was low and sobbing, and everyone started to cry. Slowly walking around the stairs, wanting to take another look at the floating golden text.

"The following is the death list."

"Remus J. Lupine and Tonks Lupine..."

"Oh!" Oliver Wood covered his face with his hands again, "If I hadn't sent the injured Colin out, maybe..."

"Stay here, you won't be here today, Wood, it's not your fault."

Mrs. Hooch and Mrs. Pomfrey looked at the corpses that were about to be buried with a stiff expression. There were their students, members of the Order of the Phoenix, Aurors, and their colleagues, Hogwarts professors.

"There is also a death list of the Death Eaters at the scene..."

No anger, no cursing, all eerily quiet.

"Next is the list of all missing persons, including Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, and their youngest children, Ginny and Ron..."

Fleur let out a loud sob from below.

"And their twin sons, Fred and George, according to the reliable news that Fred Weasley had died in an explosion accident caused by an attack by Death Eaters, according to the reliable news that he was last out of the castle before the war, but unfortunately, there is no Find his body..."

Bill and Charlie fought back their tears, while Percy stood there stiffly, as if frozen.

"Luna Lovegood, the Warden Gamekeeper, former Care of Magical Creatures professor Rubeus Hagrid, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Harry Potter..."

The sobs from the crowd grew louder.

"… Hermione Granger, Professor Sybill Trelawney of Divination, Professor Filius Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor .”

Hufflepuff Head Professor Sprout suddenly burst into tears. Slughorn, who was wearing a dark green and black robe, wanted to try to comfort him, but finally withdrew his hand with a sigh, not for any reason, just because the former Hogwarts Of the deans of the four colleges, only Professor Sprout is still here.

"...Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, and their son Draco...Bellatrix Lestrange and her Husband... and the last one, youknowwho."

There were low-pitched cursing and angry voices in the crowd, and these, not many people dared to speak out in public three weeks ago.

The owner of Hogsmeade's Hog's Head pub appeared at such a funeral, and almost no one gave him a second glance.

He was still wearing the dirty robe, hunched over, and with a gray beard. This kind of vicious and rough appearance was no problem even if he went to Knockturn Alley to open a shop. In fact, many people avoided him. Because all wizards know that Hogsmeade's Hog's Head Bar is a good place to talk about top-secret topics and violate the privacy of mana. Merlin knows how many times there have been illegal transactions there. After the war, he was imprisoned in Azkaban for inexplicable crimes.

"After the mysterious disappearance of Hogwarts Castle three weeks ago, the Ministry of Magic has confirmed through repeated investigations that the castle is now in a very stable state, and there will be no strange disappearances. In fact, the Ministry of Magic is more determined to be there. In the night war, the two sides may have touched some ancient objects during the fierce battle, or it may be the defensive tendency of Hogwarts itself..."

Aberforth sneered, and squeezed his way through the crowd to leave.

He had done enough, and what would happen to those people in the Middle Ages seemed out of his reach.

Walking a long way around the Black Lake, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which is overgrown with weeds and rarely visited by people, Aberforth stopped beside the small earth barrier marked with black rocks, There was a long silence.

The war, maybe it's not over yet, it's just another time repeating.

Hatred, even if he and his elder brother die and apologize to Ariana, they will never be able to redeem this life.

It's just that the man lying in the soil under the Obsidian Rock really made Aberforth give up his prejudice against Slytherin, a great wizard, more respected than the white wizard, the sought-after savior, and even He was the terrifying Dark Lord, and he deserved Aberforth's respect, so on the night of the castle's disappearance, his body was brought out from the Shrieking Shack and buried here.As one of the most secretive members of the Order of the Phoenix, Aberforth didn't have the patience and ability to explain it all to the Ministry of Magic - Slytherins never said what they did, much less cared about the things they never did again. know things.

The dead, let them rest in peace.

He lowered his head and stroked the small obsidian rock.

Ariana's tombstone in Godric's Hollow bears the same line.

"Where the treasure is, there is the heart."

The head of Slytherin with black eyes may have ended his soul on the night of Lily Potter's death more than ten years ago.At least Aberforth did not believe that a potions master would die because he did not bring a strong antidote. Of course, only when Severus Snape died completely, Voldemort would believe that the Elder Wand belonged to him. To fall into the trap of death.

"—We cannot choose the right to live, but we have the freedom to die."

An elegant and proud voice suddenly sounded from the shadows deep in the forest.

"Who?"

Aberforth turned around quickly, the wand was already in his hand, and the Disarming Curse and the Petrifying Curse had been unceremoniously thrown out, but what surprised him was that the other party waved his arm very easily, and the two spells They all hit the invisible cover in front of him and shattered lightly.

Even though the other party slowly came out from the shadow of the trees and stood against the light, his platinum-blond long hair and gorgeous ancient-style robes had already clearly demonstrated his identity.

"Lucius Malfoy, what are you... no! You, you!"

Aberforth took a step back. He had already clearly seen the tall and thin figure of the person coming. The long platinum-blond hair was not loose, but was tied with a pearl ribbon on his chest. It didn't exactly look like Lucius, although at first glance They looked very similar, and the slightly raised chin and the gorgeous tone of voice clearly belonged to Malfoy, but—the sharp and cold magic pressure, the seemingly elegant and noble standing posture made Aberforth retreat again. Aberforth walked a few steps—even if he couldn't understand the omen of the curse, at least Aberforth was still a Gryffindor and had this intuition.

Well, weird and accurate intuition.

"Are you—Draco Malfoy?!"

"Aberforth Dumbledore? I heard from Potter a long time ago that the funeral just now...was very good, wasn't it, a trick of the Ministry of Magic, a moron who is in the same group as trolls, and is only worthy of being a puppet. No Introducing yourself is indeed a disrespectful behavior... especially for an elderly wizard like you."

The meaningless cold smile, the slender white fingers closed relatively close to the cuffs, the platinum-blond hair shining magnificently on the robe, only from the eyebrows and eyes, can one barely see the person who looked at others with his head up high and contemptuously. The shadow of the platinum boy.

"Draco Malfoy, you know him, don't you? It's just that before he appeared here, the time was 996 AD."