[HP] Lost and Returning

Salazar was rarely injured. Unlike Godric, he had a special constitution and healed very slowly after being injured, and the potion was ineffective on him. His eyes were dark, and his body was filled with long-lost pain. Salazar knew His eyes were closed, he didn't like the feeling of being out of control, he wanted to wake up.

"Honey, he's awake." A strange female voice sounded.

woman?Salazar forced himself to wake up. It was very dangerous to have someone beside him. After struggling, he finally opened his eyes. The first person who came into sight was a middle-aged woman with brown hair, no magic power fluctuations?Inspecting the opponent's strength is usually the first thing Salazar does.

"Child, come, drink some water." The woman is very good at taking care of people. The child in front of her has been sleeping for two whole days, and her body should be seriously dehydrated.

Salazar avoided the water glass that was approaching, he tried his best to support his body, the pain...

Looking down at the body, there is no wound?Is it just muscle soreness?Salazar moved his shoulder. The pain was lessening. Had he been lying down for a long time?

"Is there any other discomfort?" The woman didn't mind his evasive behavior and continued to ask.

This is a Muggle. Salazar checked his body precisely because he came to such a conclusion. Not only is it a Muggle, but he is also a Muggle with no offensive capabilities. He didn't speak, and moved his body to get out of bed. .

"Ah, slow down." The woman reached out to help, but Salazar also dodged it.

What is this woman doing?Salazar was puzzled. Muggles are even enemies of wizards, let alone a species of his nature. Doesn't she even have a basic sense of crisis?Just now, did she want to take care of him?really weird.

Salazar blinked and suddenly remembered something, and he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Am I the only one here?" If he is here, where is Godric?

"We found you at the door," another voice cut in, and a middle-aged man with dark hair and brown eyes emerged.

It's you, not you, which means Godric is not here.

Sarah looked around, this place is so strange, strange bed, strange desk, and strange chair, is this the Muggle world?How did he get drawn into the Muggle world, that dagger... Godric, what did that kid give him!

"Let's drink some water." The woman persistently handed over the water glass: "You have been in a coma for two days. My husband is a doctor. If it wasn't for the diagnosis that you are fine, we would have panicked."

doctor?diagnosis?Panic?Salazar made up the meaning of the sentence, he took the water glass, it doesn't matter if it is poisonous, the wizard's poison basically has no effect on him, not to mention Muggle, drinking the water slowly, his throat is much more comfortable, well, probably not poisonous.

"I'm Jenny? Gene, this is my husband Joe," the woman looked at the alienated attitude of the child in front of her, and quickly comforted: "Son, you don't have to be afraid, it's all right now."

Fear?Salazar blinked. He wasn't afraid. This time he nodded at the woman to show that he was fine.

Jenny breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Come down and eat something, I think you are hungry too."

food?This was a good idea. Salazar obediently stood up and followed the two of them. He walked down the strangely constructed building to the first floor, trying not to show curiosity, but Salazar was not at peace. I haven't seen it, damn it, if I knew it, I would have asked Godric to tell him more, how did he know that one day he would enter a Muggle's house!

That kid knew a lot about wizards and Muggles, which was why Salazar chose to live with him, learn basic etiquette, and pretend to be an ordinary wizard, so that he could survive.

Salazar carefully watched the woman's actions and followed suit. He opened the chair and sat down. It was soft to the touch, and Muggles had good taste. He waited for the other two to move.

Jenny looked a little sad, thinking that Salazar still didn't dare to move, she scooped up a bowl of egg and mushroom soup and handed it over: "Let's have something light first."

Salazar bowed his head and rehearsed the use of the strange tableware in his mind. After he felt that the filling would not be revealed, he picked up the spoon next to the knife and fork and started to scoop the soup.At this time, he suddenly realized that he was still wearing a wizard's robe, which was a bit worn out but still incompatible with Muggle attire.The two Muggles couldn't fail to see, could there be a problem? Salazar stopped his movements and became vigilant.

Careful Jenny saw Salazar's eyes on her robe, and she comforted softly: "Your clothes are a bit torn, maybe you would like to change to a new one?" She looked at her husband, who also nodded.The couple didn't pay much attention to the robes at all. They thought that Salazar was just a wandering orphan, and could they expect a street child to have any formal clothes?

Something is wrong here…

Muggles have always been hostile to wizards, they know how to distinguish wizards, but these two Muggles didn't seem to notice that he was different.

The dining table fell silent for a while, and Joe picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, trying to ease the atmosphere.

It was the first time Salazar saw this kind of black box that could play images. There were people in it, but no breath. This was similar to a wizard's memory ball, and it was not dangerous. After the judgment, Salazar focused his eyes on the image. Hope to get some information from it.

"The collapse of the Brockdale Bridge on July 7 has entered the investigation stage. At that time, witnesses took pictures of the relevant pictures. Please see..." The image changed, and an arched building appeared. Five seconds later, above the arched building There are black marks across quickly, followed by explosions in several parts of the building.

This is a wizard, Salazar can tell at a glance, but compared to these, what shocked him even more was the time when it happened, July 7th!He went to Gryffindor Castle in early June, stayed for nearly a week and left, arrived at the end of the water, and it will not be longer than June, why the time span is more than half a month!

No, maybe more than that, Salazar narrowed his eyes and thought quickly, the ignorance of the two Muggles made him more sure of his guess: "Excuse me, which year is this year?" Polite, Salazar reminded himself.

Jean and his wife were very surprised at the question Salazar asked, but Jenny blinked but still gave the answer: "July 1996, 7." With the month and date.

1996?This is impossible!Salazar's face turned pale, this is the future more than 1000 years later!

"Where is it uncomfortable?" As a doctor, Joe noticed that the child's complexion was not good.

Concealing the shock in his heart, Salazar shook his head blankly, the dagger, the hour funnel on the handle of the dagger was flowing at that time, and the hour funnel is generally used to record time, is it causing trouble?What the hell did he give him, you bastard?Salazar stood up, this is where Muggles lived, he had to go to the wizard's side, where he could find clues, clues to go back.

Repeating the video played from the black box just now in his mind, Salazar intercepted the needed vocabulary: "Excuse me, where is the Brockdale Bridge?" What happened two days ago, there should be traces of wizards nearby.

"It's not far, turn right when you go out, and you'll be there in two stops by car." Jenny replied.

Ignoring the two inexplicable words "car" and "two stops", Salazar walked towards the door, right?

"Hey, wait a minute." Jenny said, "You're not in good health yet, where are you going?"

"Go home." Salazar explained plainly, turned his head and nodded slightly: "Thank you for taking care of me." Although he didn't understand why Muggles in this era couldn't even recognize wizards, he still understood the favor he received.

So it's not a vagrant, the couple thought at the same time.

"Then take this, you haven't eaten anything yet." Jenny took a bag of whole wheat toast on the counter.

Salazar took it, food is a good thing.

Salazar, who walked out of the gate, was still wearing a shabby robe. He glanced at the completely unfamiliar buildings around him, and sighed in his heart, the world here is really completely different.Using an Ignore Charm to avoid the gazes of the Muggles on the road, he didn't bother to study what the novel things around him were for, so he turned right and went straight.

After about half an hour, he found the collapsed bridge.

Close your eyes, and carefully sense the magic breath in the air. It is faint, but you can still track it. The ability of today's wizards to cover up their traces seems to have weakened.

Opening his eyes, Salazar adjusted the magic power in his body and disappeared out of thin air.