the lost castle

Rowena gently caressed Helena's sleeping face. Although the fire was burning in the fireplace, she felt very cold. Outside the window was a dark night, silent. They were scattered all over the place, and usually she wouldn't even allow anyone to touch them, and she even didn't allow Helena to enter her room because she was afraid of affecting her deeply obsessed magic research, but now she was half leaning on the edge of the bed, watching indifferently. Everything in the room.

Thinking about it now, Rowena felt that everything was extremely ridiculous. Why did she fall in love with that Irish wizard?Selfish, narrow-minded, headstrong and conceited, Rowena won't allow Rowena to say opinions that are contrary to him, so strong, and save face, why didn't these shortcomings be felt at all at the beginning, even if they were aware of them, they didn't take them seriously, and even thought they were common to talented wizards character.

When she was a teenager, she abandoned her family, abandoned the surname that symbolizes prominent blood, insisted on going her own way without listening to any dissuasion and reprimand, became a traveling wizard, and then there was war. In the first half of her life, she never fought for her own. The decision has been regretted, and it turns out that the friendship of the four of them has gone through a long time, and the standing Hogwarts is the glory of the whole of England-her decision has never been missed, why?

Nervously, he tightened the blanket under his body.

The windows of the tower building were almost blocked by the thick snow. Looking out, you couldn't even see the vast black lake and the forbidden forest. There was a world covered in white everywhere, and you couldn't see anything.

"Rowena! Rowena!!"

It was as if a voice from a far, far away place couldn't bring her thoughts that had drifted away from pain back to reality for a while. She could only be here, only at Hogwarts, only Helena... That's not a kind of sadness, it's almost hopeless helplessness, or a silence where I don't know where to start regretting.

"Rowena—"

It wasn't until the sleeping child was woken up, rubbing his eyes, getting up and tugging at his mother's sleeve in dissatisfaction, that Ravenclaw woke up, and subconsciously glanced at the magic hourglass hanging on the wall.

Late at night, past morning.

Godric what the hell is going on?

Helena kicked the quilt in a daze, and blocked her ears with pillows in a petulant manner. When she saw her mother standing up, she immediately became unhappy, twisted and grabbed Rowena's robe, grinned, and was about to cry .

"Rowena, wake up!" If Godric was the only one yelling, maybe Ravenclaw could just throw a silent spell on the door as if he couldn't hear it. Anyway, lions are famous for bluffing, what's the matter? Big things never came to her at all, and went straight to the cellar.But Rowena clearly heard Helga knocking on the door:

"Rowena! Hurry up, something happened to Sarah!"

Ravenclaw's first reaction was that he seemed to have misheard, because the voice of his daughter crying because of her dissatisfaction was too loud.

When he came back to consciousness, following the instant jumping up, the first thought that popped into his mind was——I have already said about the dangers of black magic, but he just didn’t listen, what taboos to study, what poisons to use, What danger touches what, this is troublesome.

Not caring about Helena at the moment, she hurriedly pulled a coat from the chair, put it on her body, and rushed out the door.

Rowena was taken aback the moment she saw Godric.

From the day he met Gryffindor, a certain lion has prided himself on being a knight. What he is very proud of is his long golden hair, which is now messed up like straw and stained with messy potion juice. Crawled out of the potion cabinet that Salazar destroyed, barefoot, and for the first time, did not bring the ruby-studded long sword that he had snatched from the goblin "hardly", and just wrapped himself in a piece of clothing, Taking a closer look, Rowena suddenly felt that the corners of her eyes twitched even more.

Those were Salazar's clothes.

The dark green and silver edges, the original complicated lace and decorative gemstone magic patterns were messed up, scattered all over, and the original elegant and gorgeous appearance could not be seen at a glance.

—Salazar would have cursed Godric to death if he saw it.

Rowena unconsciously let out a strange sound from her throat.

Compared to Gryffindor with disheveled hair and wearing a piece of clothing, that clothing is not his own embarrassment, Helga is much tidier, although the hair is also messy, wearing pajamas, at least not like just crawling out of the ruins The way it came out.

Hogwarts obeyed the will of the founder, so the three of them avoided the possibility of rushing down the stairs in the castle and being seen by students who stayed up at night.

When they arrived at the cellar, before they even went in, the horrible hoarse voice filled the eardrums. Rowena was at a loss, and Helga turned her head to look at Gryffindor with a stiff expression.In the ears of Hufflepuff, who is proficient in plant and magical biology, this is indeed a rather terrifying monster screaming in pain and hoarseness and anger.

Only then did Godric seem to come back to his senses, turned around three times with an extremely headache, and then said hesitantly:

"That...you don't know, Salazar actually has pets..."

Rowena's eyes widened, Salazar's character, isn't that a living object, don't even think about approaching him?The exception of course may be the experimental material and Godric.

Helga tilted her head, her eyes were more obvious: Isn't Salazar's pet you?

With a bang, it seemed that something in the room was overturned.

"...It took many years to hatch, very rare, very... very dangerous, but very listening to Salazar..."

In other words, Salazar has no consciousness and can't control this dangerous creature, and you were driven out, and—Rowena and Helga are looking at someone—you won't cause any trouble, right?

Godric was so wronged and anxious that he just wanted to hit the wall.

"Before you go in, you have to add all the defensive spells, all! Especially the soul charm and the reflection spell! Because Salazar has a basilisk, and it has grown to be as long as two people and ten feet thick! "

The two witches gasped at the same time.

"Aerys—flying upside down! Damn it, let go, how can I save Salazar if you won't let me in?"

Rowena and Helga held their magic wands in horror and cautiously, watching a huge monster suddenly jumping out, strangled Godric tightly, the mouth of the ferocious head could definitely swallow a person, the blue Venom scrambled down from its teeth, and all the spells that hit it could only make it twist its body and howl in anger and pain.

Rowena was still dazzled by the magical brilliance that naturally returned from the scales. Helga had already grabbed her and ran in directly while Godric "sacrificed himself" at the door to entangle the basilisk.

It was a mess, broken bottles were mixed with potions all over the floor, making horrible sizzling noises and various unpleasant smells, which made the two of them cough repeatedly, and the chairs and cabinets were all crooked on the ground. On one side, the most shocking thing was the blood stains on the bed curtain and the blanket dragged to the ground. Helga at the front only glanced at it, and immediately turned her head and grabbed the blanket on the floor to wrap it up.

"Helga?" Rowena was puzzled, did she want to suffocate Salazar lying on the bed?

The older Hufflepuff had a stiff expression and awkward eyes, but she was the only one among the four who was neither married nor had a lover, so she could only vaguely tell Rowena not to ask more questions, and quickly use magic to check what happened to Salazar.

Glaring fiercely at the door, Gryffindor, who narrowly avoided the basilisk's mouth several times, was thrilling.

What is this!

"Godric, I think you should explain!" Helga shouted angrily.

"I... I really don't know what's going on!" If it wasn't for Salazar's safety, a certain lion would have been furious. The explanation came to an abrupt end, and a certain lion was now struggling even harder to avoid being swallowed by the enraged Aerys.

At the moment when he was in a daze, he sensed that something was wrong with Salazar. He seemed to be half asleep and half awake. It was nothing at all, but when the love affair was stirring, Salazar unconsciously leaned back slightly. It is true that Ke heard the groans that are unlikely to be heard normally, but it is absolutely impossible for a lover to have this habit. Even if the passion is in full swing, Salazar will inevitably avoid some actions instinctively. Slytherin actually He is not used to being approached, and even with a cautious nature at this time, he will raise his arms slightly, or turn his head away, and will definitely not be on the verge of dizziness and lean back to expose his neck and throat completely uncovered.

But I wondered, at that time, who could stop because of this little accident?

Godric now regrets so much that he wants to jump into the Black Lake.

The overflowing warm blood, the instantly pale face, the painful convulsions and the struggle that seemed unable to breathe, all appeared in front of his eyes.And he only had time to hug Salazar, and he didn't find anything wrong at all. Because the soul contract basilisk suddenly woke up, and his eyes were dazed, Aerys thought Godric didn't know what, but then he It was almost swallowed by the enraged basilisk, and ran out in a panic.

"Magic power failure...Damn Merlin, what's going on, it's like a curse, his body is so weak that he can't even breathe, and—" Rowena wiped Salazar's lips with her sleeve. blood.

This conclusion was exactly the same as Godric's hastily realized.

"impossible!"

This is the unanimous thought of the three people.

Salazar.Slytherin is the survivor with the strongest blood in the Nyx family, and he is an extremely terrifying dark wizard. It is impossible for anyone to curse him.