the lost castle

In a chaotic afternoon, even if no one believed what Arthur Weasley said, it is a pity that this is a magical world. Although Professor Slughorn and others would not pour Veritaserum down on Arthur, come To test whether what he said just now was insane nonsense, but——

"This was once the private collection of Headmaster Dumbledore, and it is definitely the best pensieve we can find now."

Silver-white flocs floated in the unremarkable gray Pensieve.

"Arthur has already put his memory into it..." Professor Sprout had a rare serious face, his fingers trembling slightly, he had to make this matter clear, there was no Dark Lord in Britain, and people felt that there could be no savior Yes, they can also accept the fact that their friends and relatives have died and disappeared, but this does not mean that if they have definite news, they will still sit here and wait. They must see with their own eyes, everything that happened!It's just that Head Hufflepuff really has lingering fears about Arthur Weasley's previous "nonsense".

"Let's go together." Professor Slughorn also felt that his heart might not be doing well, so he specially brought three bottles of powerful sedative potion when he came from the office, and handed each of Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout a bottle. .

Twilight stained the outer walls of Hogwarts Castle, and everything outside the window was beautiful and familiar.

The three professors did not speak in silence, drank the potion, then approached the Pensieve, and slowly lowered their heads—

The rapidly rotating black mist transformed into the surrounding scenery, and they saw the final battle.Tragic, corpses, arrogant Death Eaters, and Voldemort, who sneered and raised his wand, uttered the Death Curse at Harry. For a moment, their hearts were all clenched, and Madam Pomfrey almost wanted to pull it out. The wand went to rescue those members of the Order of the Phoenix who fell on the ground, and stroked the faces of those young and lifeless children who had just graduated a few years ago. Then, everything around them trembled violently, and it was pitch black.This is not at all the mist scattered in the middle of the fragments of memory, but a more terrifying and thicker enveloping everything.

"This is the time Arthur was talking about." Before Professor Sprout finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The memory seen through the Pensieve is very clear, but there is a strange floating feeling.

It’s still a castle, Hogwarts that everyone is familiar with, the smoke is the castle where everyone was at the end of the decisive battle, and there is nothing abnormal about every place where the picture frame is crooked, but everyone is standing there, Pomfret Madam Lei silently looked at the Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix who were trying to kill each other with their eyes.

Uh, and that includes the hapless Dark Lord who curses at Harry, but seems to be forever frozen in the second before he finishes.

"It's time, if they don't exist—" Professor Slughorn shrieked, and everything around him changed again before his voice fell.

The wilderness, the mountains, the panicked members of the Order of the Phoenix and their terrified judgment, the sound of babies crying late at night, the panic of the Death Eaters running away, and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix encountered four young wizards in an extremely embarrassing and unexpected manner.

Slughorn's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and finally stopped when Ron rudely pointed at the black-haired, green-eyed teenage wizard and shouted the Slytherin locket.

The smoke flew away again, fleeing, slaughtering, crazy Muggles and the flames of burning wizards. Professor Sprout felt her hands getting colder and colder. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all, okay Well, she could already fully understand that Arthur Weasley reacted quickly to avoid the stunning spell issued by the six wizards.

There is no food, no clean water source, the village is full of rotting corpses from the war, and more Muggles are slowly dying due to the plague. Fortunately, wizards are not afraid of the plague.So in extinct villages, wizards, or children, are sometimes found alive, ragged and mentally disturbed.

"Professor McGonagall, Hermione and I saw Harry in the village ahead!"

Ron Weasley ran this way out of breath, and all the members of the Order of the Phoenix stood up at once.

"What, you read that right, it's really Harry! Oh, Merlin bless you!" Molly was so excited that she had tears in her eyes. It must have been a long, long time since there was any news from Harry. Professor Sprout's judgment was correct. Wrong, because it is easy to find that everyone looks strange, including the nervous Professor Flitwick and the serious McGonagall. In addition to war and time, too many deaths can also change a person's appearance and temperament And feeling, as for those children, Professor Sprout almost couldn't recognize them, especially Ginny, the coldness and darkness in the depths of her eyes would definitely make the Sorting Hat throw her directly into Slytherin House.

"What about Harry, didn't you stop him?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

"Looks very similar, but without the glasses—"

"Ron!"

"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say, of course Harry can't wear glasses, it's just like attracting those Muggles to hunt him down, but it's still a bit strange, because although he has black hair and green eyes, it doesn't feel like that." It's Harry, it's like—"

"It's like the wizards of this era, cautious, cold, and emotionless."

"Hermione was right, it was that feeling, so we didn't dare to shout."

"Okay, let's go, staying here for too long will be dangerous."

It was unreal smoke again, and fragments of memory began to condense in the new environment. The professors had seen Ron and the others fully grown up, but the situation of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix didn't seem to have changed at all, with the same torn clothes and the same thinness. I can't see the original face, but it is obviously a good way to lose weight. At least Molly's change is very amazing.They were whispering together in one place, and there were many other wizards around. It was obviously a gathering at that time, but because they didn't believe each other, they formed small circles one after another, and then there were wizards in twos and threes. Items are exchanged for other wizards' items.

—Did wizards return to the primitive society in the Middle Ages?—Madam Pomfrey, who was so embarrassing, and Professor Slughorn, who was so depressed that he kept touching his stomach, because he saw some absolutely precious demons. The medicine was exchanged for the unbearably hard black bread, no mistake, that kind of thing, it seems that even house-elves don't eat it.

"It's still the same, it's all news about how many wizards killed some Muggle nobles and people from the Holy See..."

"Although it's been six years since I've been here, I still feel that wizards in this era are really scary!"

Ron's words immediately drew a snort from Ginny, and even Hermione looked at him disapprovingly:

"This is not war, Ron, how many times have I said that, except for death, no one accepts the second ending. And hatred has long blinded the wizard's eyes, don't tell me, you don't know how many European wizards Who is the person I want to kill the most this year-Godric Gryffindor! Because he used to be a member of the Holy See!"

"But they didn't make it, did they?" said Ron dryly, as if he was all the size and brains that Professor Sprout knew.

"That's right, otherwise there would be no Gryffindor College!"

"Ginny, keep your voice down too." Professor McGonagall reprimanded dissatisfied.

Ginny shrank her neck, walked to the other side and remained silent.

The faces of the Weasleys and Mrs. Weasley are full of worry, just like when they looked at Percy, everyone is changing, but Ginny Weasley's change, even the three professors outside of memory can It can be clearly distinguished that maybe this age is too dangerous, Ginny cannot survive alone, and almost all of her elders are here to curb her changes.

——Is the soul once controlled by Voldemort's soul film really easy to be affected by negative emotions?

"Recently, there have been more wizards and Muggle nobles who have died inexplicably here. I'm sure the Big Four are around here."

"Really, there are people everywhere who were killed by wizard revenge, and if Slytherin did it, they must have been killed by poison or black magic..."

"Oh, Kingsley, I don't even believe you!"

"It can't be Slytherin."

"Luna?"

The girl with floating eyes twisted her head around her cotton-white hair and said:

"Have you forgotten the night we first saw them? Professor McGonagall said that in the face of the Death Eaters, the last one to cast a spell was Slytherin."

"I think there is a wizard, we can try to meet him. You see, I saw this person in "The History of Magical Changes in the Middle Ages" before, and a wizard mentioned it just now, James Evans Pever Lear, it's nearby...Professor McGonagall?"

The serious witch was obviously out of order just now, she pressed her forehead and said in a low voice:

"It's okay, Granger, just keep talking."

"Judging from the name, it's a descendant of Peveril, so maybe it's Harry's—professor?" Hermione suddenly turned her head and looked over, as if she had realized something frightened in her eyes.

"Granger, I have to tell you." Professor McGonagall pressed his forehead and continued, "Harry's father's name is James Potter, and his mother's name is Lily Evans."

There was a loud knock on the door.

Everything in front of them was spinning, and the three professors had to withdraw from the memory suddenly, and each fell a few steps back in confusion, while the knock on the door continued

There is hazy skylight outside the window.

"Strange, I obviously feel that it has been a long time, why is it still not dark?"

"It's already the next morning!" Madam Pomfrey glared at Slughorn, who was still slapping his forehead, and went to watch the door.

A red head waving what looked like a newspaper.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, the essence of Slytherin in a bad state would never be stingy:

"I didn't know Mr. Weasley was already working on the school's owl-burden."

"Uh." Charlie touched his nose, then put down his hand knocking on the door, and handed over the newspaper:

"It's bad, that woman Rita Skeeter didn't know where she got the news of my father's return. Not only did it come out, but even things about the Middle Ages—"

Before he finished speaking, after the newspaper was picked up, the door was already slammed shut.

"...I know..."

Scratching the red hair, well, it was wrong to knock on the door before six o'clock, and left dejectedly.

The three professors in the room were already staring at the headline of the Daily Prophet in astonishment.

"The Order of the Phoenix keeps secrets after the war."

"Arthur Weasley's Big Lie."

"It's not missing. We have reason to believe that because the latest reliable news is that shortly after yesterday's funeral, the so-called 'missing in war' Arthur Weasley appeared in Hogwarts. The Order of the Phoenix obviously concealed it. The most important truth for the people, and in the face of doubts and inquiries, Arthur Weasley talked nonsense like drinking a potion of nonsense, claiming that they disappeared because they lost their way in the Middle Ages, Merlin, and he swore that he saw it The founder of Hogwarts. This clumsy cover-up method and lies that can be exposed at the first glance, have to make us wonder, what happened in the war?

In other words, is the savior and the Dark Lord really in a decisive battle?

We need a real explanation, not so-called sacrifices and false wars! "

Madam Pomfrey snatched up the newspaper and threw it into the burning fireplace.

"The damned reporter!" Slughorn blushed, "suggesting that we've faked a war?"

"Okay, leave him alone, we must read Arthur's memory!"

Smoke, the three of them seemed to fall back into that dilapidated era where a group of wizards who were tense and exchanged things were gathered, and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was still talking around there.

"James Evans Peverill? Who is that, I'm not good at History of Magic anyway."

"A wizard..."

"Nonsense," Hagrid muttered, shaking his head foolishly and taking a breath from his throat.

"A very special wizard..."

"How special?"

"Well, a lot, but the most special one is...he married a wizard..."

"Marry a wizard? Is that special, Hermione, won't you marry in the future?"

"...Watch my wording, I used 'he'!"

"That's okay. Is there anything chaotic in this era?" Ron just spread his hands to express that he was very receptive, and was immediately beaten to the ground by the next sentence.

"The problem is! We suspect that this person is Harry!!"

"..."

Almost subconsciously, everyone wanted to find the girl who had been in love with Harry, but they couldn't find the red-haired girl who was sitting next to him just now.

"No, Ginny is gone!"