the lost castle

"They hold each other's arms, if this is a dream, it's better not to wake up so quickly"

It was a pretty amazing feeling.

Ling Cha slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a quiet lake green, which was both familiar and unfamiliar. As his consciousness gradually became clearer, that deep green layer seemed to have light emerging from the deepest part, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally clearer. reflect their own shadow.The long black hair is neatly wrapped around the shoulders with dark green ribbons. The complicated and gorgeous robes are noble, cold and elegant. It seems that if you plan to make a Horcrux, should you draw a portrait? Well, this Not good looking, too conspicuous, attention-grabbing, portraits of real wizards rarely look young, preferably 15 years old... when I first met Godric...

Raising his hand, he suddenly found that the other party was also doing the same movements as himself, from the cuff to the fingertips, even the speed was almost the same, as if an invisible mirror was placed opposite.

What kind of tacit agreement is this?

Finally, fingers touch.

It seems to be slightly cold, soft, doubtful and afraid that the other party is just a phantom, and after touching it, he unconsciously avoids it, leaving a slight warmth on his fingertips, so the corners of his lips are slightly curved up, looking at The other party showed a rare and pleasant smile.

"Salazar?"

Again, holding hands tightly, as if getting a treasure that has never been seen before.

"That's, our two names..."

Looking at the familiar face, the familiar expression, and speaking the familiar voice with a slight smile.

We... that's a wonderful word.

Only then did they focus on their surroundings. There was misty mist everywhere, the sky was white, the ground was white, and even the leaves and branches were motionless and pale, like a dream, or an illusion.

Starting from the palms, they slowly approached each other, hugging each other tightly, so close that they could hear their shallow breathing and regular heartbeat.Slowly, it overlapped with my own, as if there was only one voice.They racked their brains for decades but failed to meet each other, and suddenly it came like this, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

It seems that a coma that even loses the subconscious is also beneficial.

It's hard to describe the feeling, as if something important has been lost for decades, maybe exists somewhere but can't be touched, or twins separated at birth, even if they don't know each other, they still have instinct Discomfort, a vague feeling that something is missing but hard to explain.

They supported each other's arms and sat down slowly back to back.

If this is a dream, it's best not to wake up so quickly.

The warm breath is lingering in the ears, the warmth from the fingertips seems to penetrate into the soul, and the consciousness seems to be floating. This kind of contact that does not need to be cautious at all is different from the entanglement of a certain lion.

But when he calmed down, his cautious and rational nature returned to the most incomprehensible problem at present.

"Damn Godric..."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't the lion's fault, but when I thought about it, I was still furious, and my fingers clenched unconsciously. Unlike usual, this time I felt the pain immediately, and they all hurriedly let go, looking at each other. It's all a bit weird, if you say it's a dream, how can you still feel the pain?

"This time, it's too strange."

They certainly wouldn't mistake it for a curse like Rowena did.But even though Ling Cha judged that it was poison, there were still doubts in front of him.

The surprise was evident in each other's eyes.

They are two people, but also one person. They have been cautious for decades and never believed that anything could harm them. Reason can deceive one's eyes and taste.To hide it from himself, who is good at mixing potions and proficient in black magic, Ling Cha, as the person who knows him best, can't think of a way.That was, of course, every omission they could think of, in Salazar.Slater's life was one of absolute discretion.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that only the Irish alchemist who was killed in the Muggle town that night, after silently thinking about it many times, still can't think of anything wrong, it's really weird, It seems that only after the long-distance apparition arrived in Hogsmeade that night did he have a slight stuffy cough.

After all, I haven’t left Hogwarts for a long time. It’s normal to consume too much mana after a fierce battle. It may be because the mana has not recovered in time. The snowy night is too cold, and some uncomfortable coughing is not a disease at all. Even Goderry Ke said casually, just remember to drink the potion when you go back.

After all, he is a wizard. The plague and the Black Death were prevalent in the Middle Ages, and often the entire village of Muggles died, leaving only the little wizards who didn’t understand anything. I haven’t heard of any wizards who died of typhoid fever. Except for old and weak wizards.

"Many things can threaten our lives..."

Muttering in a low voice, they covered their hands again, feeling the temperature of each other's palms.

Yes, potions made of materials from many magical creatures are fatal to dark wizards, plus the bloodlines of Slytherin and Nyx, plus many pure white magic creatures, such as unicorns tears, and Phoenix blood...

When Salazar thought of this, he suddenly felt that Lingcha's breathing was a little short, and he opened his eyes and looked sideways in doubt.

Ling Cha frowned tightly, as if thinking of something.

"Unicorn tears? Phoenix blood? What's wrong?" Salazar repeated his thoughts just now. He believed that the other self definitely thought of this, but he still didn't understand the difference between these two potion ingredients. right place.No matter what kind of potion the unicorn tears are brewed in, it will have a unique bright silver color, and it is even more impossible not to smell the smell of phoenix blood, this should not cause doubts.

Feeling the warm breath on his cheeks, Ling Cha woke up after a while. He seemed to have thought of something just now, but the aura disappeared too quickly, and it was too late to catch it. He could only ponder over the Phoenix blood over and over again. The unicorn cried, and said casually:

"I can't say it, it seems a little..."

Ling Cha rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and then felt the familiar warm and cool touch, and quickly reached out to pull Salazar's hand. Although it was not embarrassing, this feeling was indeed very novel.

"Don't worry. When I woke up, although my physical condition was not very good, it wasn't too bad. As long as I have time to recover, it doesn't matter if I don't have any potions." Salazar whispered, but when he thought that he was Because he used black magic to lose strength and fainted under the rage, he couldn't help but secretly cursed the damn lion. He actually used some contract magic when he was not prepared, and he didn't know what was going on in Gryffindor's mind.

"I'm not worried about us. Since Godric is here, there is no danger. It's just Aerys..." Ling Cha paused, his brows and eyes full of anxiety.

Salazar pondered for a while, and asked a little puzzled:

"From our memory, it should be when Godric appeared, and Aerys rushed over. The magic of time sensed that it didn't belong to this time, so he pulled it back. Then Aerys is likely to be well. In the Middle Ages, the basilisk was a fairly difficult magical creature, and most wizards had no way of dealing with it, even knowing that the crowing of a rooster could be fatal to a basilisk, but no wizard could carry a rooster with him or find a rooster casually...you don't There is no need to worry about it. And there is a soul contract, since Godric can come here, of course we can get it back."

"Not for that reason."

The story that the savior killed the basilisk in the secret room in the second grade was not denied by the group of wizards who ran back 1000 years. investigation, only to be disturbed by Voldemort and Harry while unconscious.Potter killed?

"Iris will be fine..." The voice gradually became quieter, and the surrounding white mist seemed to blur. Ling Cha's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but the familiar feeling was still by his side, and the warmth of the fingers was like dawn. , the only one who can clearly feel the existence of Salazar.

It's been decades, and Ling Cha can't remember many things clearly.

The Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix stayed in the Middle Ages for so many years, and they almost forgot how to get to their home. Those shops on Diagon Alley were only vague shadows, not to mention Ling Cha's memories before this life.When he thought of Phoenix Blood, his heart really moved. He felt as if he had read such a similar thing somewhere. There was no trace of complicated poisoning methods. When he first read it, it was shocking. That's why he had some impressions. Totally irrelevant books about the Middle Ages.

what is it.

Consciousness became more blurred, as if floating in the water, as if far away, there was a voice shouting something in my ear.

It's Godric.

That obviously anxious voice, this guy who claimed to be a knight was also born in the Holy See. If I remember correctly, the Holy See in Rome was completely corrupted hundreds of years later, and the Pope's family blatantly used poison to kill European royals, nobles, generals and The cardinal of the Holy See, that is where the most wanton use of poison in the Middle Ages...

etc?The Holy See... the elders of the Holy See who seem to be proficient in classics... yes, a man who wanted revenge deliberately instigated the wife of his enemy, saying that there was an elder of the Holy See who was addicted to pharmacology and chemistry. The dead animal was thrown on the rubbish dump, then it seemed a vulture or some other bird snatched it away for lunch, so the unlucky bird flew and suddenly had a toxic attack and fell into the pond to die, and the fish in the water happily ate After seeing this unexpectedly delicious meal, a white fish belly turned up in the pond a few days later... It seems that the sequence is a bit wrong, he really can't remember, but if it is not deadly poisonous, who would know Problems with those fish that are alive and well in the water?

The unicorn's tears are too pure to change,

Then the blood of the phoenix... that's right, that's it.

The author has something to say:

This story is from "The Count of Monte Cristo". The Count of Monte Cristo told the judge's wife, Mrs. Villefort. The biggest shortcoming is that in that era, it was impossible for people to track an eagle or something, and completely monitor everything that happened perfectly, but she was also said to be tempted, and decided to use poison to solve her troubles, which can also be said to become an earl One of the tools of revenge

He hadn't rewatched The Count of Monte Cristo for many years, and Night Breeze couldn't remember the specific order of death in this story.