The "wild" traveler of "room wear"

In the eternal darkness of night, the stars hide above the thick cumulus clouds.

On the periphery of the dark and silent forest, dim lights lit up bit by bit, surrounding the dark empty city.

The knights are asleep.Covered by the sound of the wind, there were rustling sounds everywhere in the empty city, like countless ghosts whispering.

But when morning came, the dim light was extinguished bit by bit, and these voices returned to calm.

The sun shone through the layers of mist to the lush bushes, and a few birds wandered at the junction of the forest and the wilderness.

"Godry, you idiot, you just brought them to my foothold, because you want us to be discovered by the people of the Holy See?"

The kettle was panting heavily, the chopping board twisted its body, the kitchen knife radiated cold light, and the cauldron kept spinning. The kitchen utensils obeyed the hostess' instructions, aimed at a certain brown-gray head, and flew out of the kitchen in a row.

Godric Gryffindor dodged left and right, but he didn't dare to wave the wand in his cuff. God knows if Helga didn't let Helga breathe at this time, what would happen to him next.

11-year-old Mary and 10-year-old John stared wide-eyed at the angry birds in the sky, ah, no, it was angry kitchen utensils, and swallowed hard.

"Ow! Ow! Helga! Here's your favorite teacup!"

"Aw! Root carving! Rowena's gift!"

Mr. Pig Rider dodged left and right nimbly. He grabbed a square tray with his left hand and leaned forward. There was another teapot and two teacups on the tray. He raised his right hand and was holding a kitchen knife and two cups. With a pair of scissors, he raised his head suddenly, and a root carving of a black skull was pressed on top of his head.

Blue smoke slowly emerged from the skeleton's mouth, and the room was filled with the burnt aroma of apple pie.

A belly groan sounded in the silence.

Helga Hufflepuff came huffing from the kitchen, she put a large loaf of bread and butter on the table, and with a wave of her wand, the utensils cheered to their place, leaving behind a silver knife Cut back and forth in a "crunch" motion across the bread.

Ignoring the skeleton's loud protests, Godric plucked the root carving from his head, scratched his hen-coop hair, and smiled flatteringly at the Queen of the Kitchen.

Helga ignored him, looking at the two children with bright brown eyes.

"Come here, let's eat something first."

Mary and John looked at each other and raised their handcuffed hands at the same time.

Helga watched the two children bulge their cheeks. The taller John gulped down the dry bread, while the shorter Mary tore the bread into pieces and quickly stuffed them into her mouth.Helga kindly refilled them each with a cup of hot soup.Her eyes flashed, and her smile became more and more kind.

When the food on the table was almost wiped out, the witch waved a thick and short dark brown wand lightly!

Clean the pots and bowls!

At this time, the morning light came in from the window, and Godric's brown hair exuded a golden luster, the muscles on his face twisted, his brown eyes turned into blue eyes, and the bridge of his nose, which had collapsed, stood up slightly, straight as a blade .

Mary took a quick breath and subconsciously held John's hand.

Godric, who had turned from an ordinary soldier into a noble knight, bowed to the witch in a wide gray dress. He got a white and tender hand, and printed a light kiss on it.

"To you, ma'am."

John, who was watching, opened his eyes wide, and a slight blush appeared on Mary's sallow face.

Helga glanced at Godric reproachfully, the knight smiled heartily,

"Help me, most merciful Helga."

The knight got a supercilious look, and the witch's gaze wandered between John and Mary for a moment before finally grabbing John's wrist,

"hiss!"

She took a closer look, but took a deep breath.

"Why did they use such advanced confinement magic on you?"

Mary's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes moistened, and John gave a pale smile, and said slowly,

"Who knows? Maybe they're afraid of us."

Hearing this, Helga put down his hand and looked at Godric.

Godric crossed his fingers, looked at Mary, then at John, and said,

"Perhaps to lure a snake out of its hole? Children, who are your parents?"

Mary and John secretly exchanged glances, and John gritted his teeth and said,

"We're just ordinary villagers, my mother is... a woman, and Mary, she is, she's the daughter of a tailor."

Godric smiled,

"What a cunning little guy. Sometimes cunning is indeed an advantage, but sometimes it's not."

A clear light flashed across his blue eyes, and Godric said, sitting on the bench with big strides.

"Then who put such delicate handcuffs on you? Don't tell me that it was done by the little monks in the small church in your village."

As soon as this remark came out, the two children panicked.

John moved his body uncomfortably, Mary took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly became watery, she slowly raised her head to look at Godric, those ordinary brown eyes suddenly exuded the divine brilliance of Bambi.

Just looking at these eyes, even the dullest person can feel the child's grievance and dependence.

When Helga saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she gave Godric a cool look, not hiding the schadenfreude in her eyes at all.

Godric thought to himself, the kid is really troublesome.

He could only sigh, "What are you trying to say?"

Mary was about to cry out from his guts. Even the most stern bishop would become gentle under such eyes, but the wizard was an exception!

Mary looked at John with incomparable aggrievedness, and John, who had been rewarded with his eyes, instantly showed the bravery of a little man.

"You said you are of the same kind as us. Would you boil children into potions?"

Godric and Helga looked at each other and laughed.

The knight shrugged handsomely, "No, I won't boil a cub without a wand into a potion."

John breathed a sigh of relief, and Mary's eyes were on fire, "Then will you boil the little wizard with a wand into a potion?"

Helga looked at Godric's speechless expression and smiled, "Don't worry, he hasn't mastered the magical craft of brewing 'potion' yet."

Now John breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately realized that this was not loud enough, so he deliberately raised his head and said,

"My father is a doctor, and my mother is also proficient in medicine. The Bishop of Winchester invited them to see a doctor for the queen. Then the queen died, and our family was arrested in the name of a wizard. My mother died, and my father took me to escape. Come out, we hide in the village of Amesbury.

But the men came, and they killed my father, and they tried to kill me, but they failed, and then the knight put us in chains. "

John's voice dropped.The hard-hearted Godric raised his eyebrows and asked,

"It didn't work, why? Did you have a magic riot? Why did they let you go?"

John looked up at Godric, his eyes were dark and deep,

"No, they don't want to let us go, but I called the devil."

The adult wizards raised their eyebrows in unison.

John stared at Godric without moving, and said,

"I shouted for help. Those who tried to kill me and Mary were burned to death."

flame.

Both Godric and Helga's pupils shrank, and they looked at each other silently.

"your name?"

John smiled stiffly, "John, son of Henry, John."

Godric looked puzzled, he blinked, turned his head and asked Mary,

"And you, little girl?"

Eyelashes quivering, said Mary,

"My name is Mary. I am the daughter of the court tailor. My mother was killed too. Uncle Henry ran away with me."

tailor?Return to the court?

Godric thought about the recent news that the King of England asked the Duke of Normandy for his sister, and responded slowly.

"Oh!"

The room fell silent again.

Helga shrugged helplessly. She picked up John's wrist again, and carefully pointed the wand at the handcuffs. After muttering a spell, colorful lights shot out from the top of the wand.

This move attracted everyone's attention.

Then the witch sighed and said,

"What I can do is no different from you! I'm not good at this kind of magic circle. Look, it covers up the tracking magic pattern, and this, this, and this, are these the magic of elves?"

With a tap of the wand, several circular lights flashed on the handcuffs.

Godric replied, "Why don't we go find a goblin?"

"Just to talk to them about that sword you won from a bet?"

The knight suddenly fell silent.

The witch turned her head to look at the two little wizards, and said in a very gentle tone,

"Anyway, the tracking spell has been covered up. If it doesn't work, just chop off these two hands."

John shivered, but Mary just hung her head.

Godric smirked, "That's right! That's a really good idea! Too bad I ran out of the potion of raw bones."

The little wizard raised his head curiously, Helga laughed,

"Dear Goderry, I'm afraid what you need is not the Bone Potion, but Lord Slytherin."

The knight shuddered in a rare way, "If Salazar knew that I made a bet with the goblin when I was drunk and provoked the horned camel without a wand, then I'm afraid I will never be able to get potions from him again. .”

When he said this, he didn't know whether he sighed with joy or regret,

"He's still visiting those distant relatives in the north. I'm afraid the next time we meet will be at the market in Diagon Alley in two weeks."

"Obviously you don't have to wait that long."

A clear male voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Godric and Helga exchanged a look of surprise, they both got up, and the witch opened the door.

But seeing the sunlight outside rushing into the hut, a thin figure was outlined.

"Sal!"

The witch turned sideways, Godric jumped up and rushed towards his friend!

But a dull black wand stopped his bear hug.

A pair of clear blue eyes were exposed under the black cloak, Salazar Slytherin tilted his head and said,

"I'm glad you didn't die drunk under the horned llama's paws, my friend."

Godric grinned, all the sun was shining on his face thicker than the city wall,

"Oh, because of the refreshment potion you generously donated to me, the horned camels were forced to donate their horns and hides."

"And the bone-boosting potion." Bi Mou stared at Blue Eyes without blinking.

Salazar reluctantly accepted the bear hug from his friend.

"Ow!"

In an instant, the roar of wild beasts shook the roof, and a few birds flapped their wings vigorously and flew to the big tree farther away.

In the room, I saw a golden, half-meter-high lion suddenly fell off the bench. It rolled on the wooden floor, then jumped onto the table, shaking its thick fur .

The lion stared accusingly at his best friend with his big blue eyes.

Salazar Slaterin turned his head and bowed to the surprised and laughing Helga. He said calmly and helplessly,

"You see, I have to figure out some way every time to get the word prudence into his lion's head."

Helga smiled,

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to work harder, it's much harder than stuffing a mandrake in."

Salazar smiled gracefully, and the lion cub howled in protest, before it was smoothed by a long, pale hand!

Half an hour later, the silver handcuffs were released.The little wizards sat quietly on the stools, adoringly watching Lord Slytherin tap the table with his slender knuckles,

Under the green eyes, the thin lips are slightly parted,

"Flame, Amesbury, Velsatas."

What else did you say?

Stonehenge!

***

In the empty city of Velsatas, flames rose into the sky.

Ma Rui, who casually explored here with his mental power, was stunned!

With the rising of the orange-red morning light, he "saw" the black-red Fiendflame violently roasting a group of knights into ashes!

The knight's car neighed in horror, they broke free from the reins one after another, and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

Ma Rui withdrew his mental strength abruptly, his heart beating against his eardrums.