the lost castle

"Never mind the flowers, don't you think it's dangerous here, Hermione?"

After Ron got up from the ground, he looked tremblingly at the dark shadow that was fading away in the night sky. In the past, he must have been extremely excited to see a black dragon and a dragon knight that could only be seen in books at a real price, but now He just felt a chill go up the back of his spine.

"Voldemort isn't very far away, if we don't find a place to hide until his powers come back..."

"Ron!" Hagrid interrupted him roughly, "Why hide?"

Because he hasn't combed his beard for the past few days—in fact, he doesn't usually tidy it up—he is messed up, and because of anger, he will be blown to and fro, and his fists are clenched tightly, as if He would definitely punch Voldemort in front of him, apparently forgetting the fact that he was a wizard himself.

"We should have stayed in the castle!"

He continued angrily: "At least there is food and water in the castle. Those house elves and ghosts have gone to nowhere, but we are more familiar with the castle after all! We can find a place to hide, such as the principal's office ! Without the correct password to open the door, they can't get in at all!"

"Hagrid! Hogwarts is the school of all wizards! Even Headmaster Dumbledore cannot be sure that he knows all the secrets of this castle, and Voldemort is the only descendant of Slytherin. We can't take that risk." Professor McGonagall carefully pulled out a white sour flower, and while observing carefully, he frowned and said seriously, "As for the principal's office, Principal Dumbledore died too suddenly, he did not leave the name of the successor principal, and Sneaker general……"

When it comes to this colleague of more than ten years, McGonagall feels very complicated.Dumbledore had always believed in him, but in the end he died at the hands of this man.And judging from all kinds of strange things, things are far from being as simple as they appear on the surface.

"Professor McGonagall, I forgot to tell you that Professor Snape—"

Harry's thoughts were immersed in everything he saw in the Shrieking Shack. Although he had realized it when he left school a year ago, he didn't realize that the things he was carrying were far heavier than he imagined.

Dumbledore's death, and Snape being forced to kill him.

These people had given so much from the day he was born that Harry couldn't repay them even if they didn't die when the war was over.Besides, too many people have died, Sirius, Lupine...

He must not fail!

The woods were quiet, except for the noise they made as they walked and the embarrassment of people falling down in the dark, there was no sign of any biological activity—even if there was anything, a dragon just flew over the head, and it was impossible to hide. Everyone hid, and everyone listened to Harry's truth with a surprised expression.

"You said that old bat..."

"It's Professor Snape!"

"Okay, you mean Professor Snape is from our side? Dumbledore sent it?"

This is still an unbelievable fact.

"And Dumbledore's death?"

Everyone was silent.

Even though they have heard the news of death again and again in grief since the war, the first time, when they completely lost the elders they had always trusted, the panic and despair are still fresh in their memory today.But I have never felt so clearly the horror and cruelty of all this.

It turns out that death is not just death. Before the war started, Dumbledore had achieved the greatest benefit he could think of at the cost of his life.And what did they do in this war?Apart from watching their companions die, they struggle in vain.

"Where's Professor Snape? People in the castle don't seem to have him—no, they haven't seen him since the decisive battle."

"...dead. Voldemort let the snake kill him."

In the end, Harry still didn't say what he guessed in his heart, the secret of the Elder Wand, the reason why Voldemort killed Snape, this last resort arranged by Dumbledore when he was alive, before he defeated Voldemort, he Not a word will come out.

When everyone heard this, they thought that Voldemort had discovered Snape's betrayal, so they were silent.

The hatred in the past and the shock at this moment distorted the complex emotion of sadness.

"... Strange, where is my cabin?" Hagrid beat the silence first.

"Have you not discovered that this is not the Forbidden Forest at all? To be precise, since the decisive battle was interrupted for no reason..."

Hermione's voice stopped suddenly.

The woods had come to an end, and there was an open valley in the distance. Some low and uneven houses were densely distributed beside a small river, and everything was immersed in darkness.

"Is it a village?"

"Probably." Even Harry couldn't help muttering, "This place is too poor."

Not even a decent brick house could be found.

"No matter what, no matter how poor the place is, there will be food."

"Have you brought Muggle currency?"

"I don't even have a Nat, let alone Muggle currency!" Ron said angrily, who would bring these things in the decisive battle?

"I think it's good to find some water to drink. If I don't starve to death, I will die of thirst."

Of course, the same problem also appeared in front of the Death Eaters, but they were not so lucky. When they walked out of the woods, they didn't find the village, but they groped forward in the dark. There are ancient books hidden in their homes, and they probably know something long forgotten by wizarding society.So Hermione just discovered one potion that couldn't be found in the 20th century, and they saw several, but no one said anything.

Proficient in the dark arts, they can more easily discern the dangers hidden in the wilderness beyond the woods than the Order of the Phoenix.

The hills shrouded in darkness are only vague outlines from a distance, and there are a few short black shadows dragging a long thing probing there, as if peeping at the narrow road from the woods to the hills, seeing this Behind the faint figure, he hid quietly and never appeared again.

"Red hat."

This dwarf-like ugly guy, which is common in Europe, lives in burrows on battlefields where many people have died or where a lot of human blood has been stained.Even a non-graduating kid can drive them away if the spell is cast correctly.But they are still very dangerous for solitary Muggles.The red hat likes to crawl out of the cave on a moonless night, follow behind children walking at night or alone, and beat the prey to death with a wooden club.

It's just that although this is not the Forbidden Forest, there should be very few such creatures in places where Muggles pass by.Otherwise, it would have already attracted the attention of the Muggle government and the Ministry of Magic, not to mention the hordes of red hats like this.

"Lord, this isn't England, or, this isn't any place we know of."