[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

When most of the ice and snow flowed down the valley into the river as melted cold water, and the spring meadows and trees were growing vigorously, two strange figures appeared in the valley with the clatter of Apparition.They stopped on the grass that had just formed a green color, looked at the entire valley, and finally fixed their eyes on the path leading to the stone wall.

In the previous freezing season, there were too many traces of ice and running water on the path, making it temporarily impossible for them to judge whether there were people living in the cave above.

"Will there be any here, Harry?" asked the very fair-haired young man to the dark-haired wizard next to him.

"I don't know," Harry Potter shook his head helplessly, took out a hand-painted, rough parchment map from his pocket, and looked at it over and over again, "This map is not accurate. We have been to four caves Yes, but it was all in vain.”

"This cave is not marked on the map." Draco Malfoy looked at the map again, "Have we come to the wrong place again?"

Harry raised his head and looked at the place where they had just started - a cave on a higher mountain, almost near the snow-covered peak.They didn't have to stay here, but because they were not familiar with the terrain, they temporarily moved to a lower valley, ready to continue looking for the road down.

The journey across the European continent to find Riverdale was not easy.No one seems to have done any research on the distribution of this plant in recent decades, after the wave of exploration in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries waned.In order to find this legendary healing flower for those patients who were cursed by St. Mungo's in the war, Harry and his partners searched the library of Hogwarts and the collection of Malfoy's house. Room, finally got this map.

Then, after some repeated disputes, the savior and the heir of the Malfoy family finally embarked on a difficult journey.This simple explorer's map, handed down from the early part of the last century, shows here and there five alpine caves that are said to have produced Riverdale, scattered across several countries.The climate in some places is far harsher than that in the UK. The two of them searched all the way under the ice and snow in winter. The previous caves were disappointing. There was nothing inside, or there was only a piece of decayed dead branches and leaves left. Not a hint of green in sight.Harry tried to heal his scratches with the withered plants, but of course it didn't work at all.

Occasionally, according to explorers, Riverdale may wither in patches within a short period of time, or pop up in another nearby cavern.However, so far, no one has been able to determine exactly how it reproduces.

"Since we're here, let's go up and have a look."

A weary Draco didn't object to the offer, but just followed Harry up the path.He didn't want to use the spell again, though he mused to himself that maybe it was a superfluous move, and there probably wouldn't be anything in the cave.Next, they may need to find a place to rest for a day or two, then go to the last location marked on the map, and then... probably return disappointed.

Harry, who moved faster, had passed him by several steps.The black-haired wizard climbed to the entrance of the cave first, turned his head aimlessly, then turned around and walked down.

"Harry?" Draco called him strangely, "Why did you get down?"

"There's nothing in the cave." Harry pointed to the huge opening.

"No, there must be something." Draco frowned, and pulled Harry back.

"impossible……"

But Draco had climbed to the mouth of the cave - he was held back by the spell, but he saw - there was a haphazard pile of cutlery, kitchen utensils and cauldrons in one corner of the cave, and tables, chairs and bookshelves further away.In the area where the sun could shine, near the entrance of the cave, the golden yellow flowers that were undergoing metabolism instantly made his hands tremble.

Some haggard flowers appear to be wilting, while some drooping buds are visibly about to open.Ripe black pollen fell to the ground, spreading in small black waves.Those Riverdale leaves were actually finely woven into something like a bed.There is no doubt that the cave was inhabited, and that the occupants were shamans, and perhaps the owner also performed healing here.

"Draco, what are you looking at?"

"There is..." The excited Draco couldn't even speak clearly, "There is..."

"have what?"

"R... Riverdale."

"Yes..." Harry rushed towards the hole, but was bounced back by the defensive spell, "Why can't I see?"

"You can't see?" Draco put his palm in front of him and brushed it suspiciously, "You can't see?"

"Take it away. I can see your hand, but I can't see what's in the hole!"

"Really? Such a big piece of Riverdale..." Draco stretched out his hand, as if pointing the direction through the shielding spell, "There are stoves and pots here, and there are tables and chairs inside, but there are no people. "

"Is anyone there?" Harry called out.

no response.Harry knocked hard on the stone wall, but there was still no response.

"It seems that the master is not at home. How about we wait for the master here?"

"Alright...or let's find a place to have dinner first? The master will always come back at night, right? But..." Harry leaned against the hole, slowly turned his head, his eyes full of doubts, "Why do you I can see it, but I can't see it?"