The "wild" traveler of "room wear"

At that time, London was not rainy all day long, and the sun was dry and pouring on the ground, as if it was going to shatter the paving stones.There were still a few pedestrians on the street, and they saw a group of soldiers in armor from a distance, and they turned sideways to avoid the roadside.

The small stone house cast a shadow miserably, and the soldiers seemed to have glanced here, but did not take a second look.At this time, a piece of pure black robe feet slipped silently from the shadows, and light brown soft leather boots leaked out of the robe feet. The sun was bright for a moment, and the robe feet and boots disappeared again.

"Susan, what are you looking at?"

The girl with the tray inadvertently glanced out of the window, and when she looked again, she couldn't see anything.

"No, nothing. Your wine, sir!"

Beside the short wooden table, a blond middle-aged man raised his head, he nodded dejectedly at the girl, he stretched out his hand, took the wine bottle, and took a sip into his mouth.

Meanwhile, at Winchester Abbey near London, a young dark-haired bishop sat praying against the sunlight slanting in through the carved windows.On the table in front of him was a parchment Bible and a modest silver water bottle filled with holy water.

The silence in the room happened to be broken by a panicked call,

"Sir Bishop!"

The pale yellow eyes opened suddenly, and the nearly transparent pupils reflected the distorted image of the Virgin, which was exactly the relief on the silver vase.The young bishop sighed, and said in his slightly French accent,

"come in."

The door opened, and a brown-haired knight walked in, and said in a panic,

"My lord bishop, several werewolves imprisoned in the dungeon of the church died for no apparent reason. In that dungeon, we found this."

He took out a piece of parchment and handed it to the still calm bishop with trembling hands.The bishop calmly unfolded the note, but saw a lion with its teeth and claws drawn on it. The dark lion seemed to jump out of the note, and opened its mouth to devour the person in front of it.

The bishop was stunned for a moment, and then slowly smiled. The sun was shining brightly outside, but the knight felt a little cold in a trance.

"What's the use of knowing now? Left and right, that man has already left Hogwarts, so what can stop our army of knights?"

The knight stared blankly at the bishop, but suddenly saw strange blue smoke starting to emerge from his slender fingers.

"bishop!"

The expression on Jumei's face began to twist, and the bishop quickly poured the holy water in the silver bottle on his smoking hand, and his hand soon made a weird "prickling" sound.

Sweat dripped down in big drops, and the bishop's pale face was full of disbelief. Immediately afterwards, he fell back and closed his eyes.

"bishop!!!"

thump, thump, thump

The death knell rings in London,

In the tavern, the middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the unusually dazzling sunlight outside the window, and suddenly closed his eyes.

***

"Godry, have you really made up your mind?"

Rowena stared at the decadent wizard by the fireplace, questioning his idea of ​​making a Horcrux,

"We thwarted the plot of the Holy See this time, and successfully distorted the space around Hogwarts, but even if Bishop William died, the next pope might not kill us... I mean, Hogwarts Gwarz still needs you! Salazar has already left, do you want to leave like this?"

Suddenly there was a burst of rain outside the window, she stopped her mouth suddenly,

The wizard still didn't answer her, he leaned back on the chair, staring blankly at the flames in the fireplace, for a long time, so long that Rowena thought he would never speak again, Godric Gryffindor suddenly said,

"You said, since when did all this go wrong?"

Mingming has always been very good, he and Sal have always had a deep relationship. . .Best friends, the four of them founded Hogwarts together, together they dismantled the conspiracy of the Holy See, together contacted the fleeing wizard families on the other side of the mainland, together raised the precious next generation of the wizarding world, and together guarded the castle. . . . . .

When did it go wrong?

Was it when their secret partner in the Vatican, Paul Bance, died and his adopted French wizard son took his place in the Vatican?

Or did it start with Mary, the exiled Anglo-Saxon princess who married her childhood sweetheart, John, and then "loved" the young bishop of the Holy See, dreaming of Hogwarts as a step-by-step, so as to become the queen of England? ?

It was that time when the Holy See attacked, they took great pains to make the address of Hogwarts a secret again, and when he chased and killed the last priest who knew the secret, he came back and found two Gryffindors The little wizard died in the Forbidden Forest for no apparent reason, and the suspect was a student of Slytherin?

Or, it was because his cousin suddenly came to Hogsmeade with a child, and that child turned out to be his biological child by blood. . .

From he couldn't bear to reject his cousin's "last wish" and married his cousin, to his irony that Sal could only see family blood in his eyes, and then Sal left Hogwarts in a low-key way, and when he came back, there was already a blood on his ring finger. a ring, and later, Thrall's daughter was born. . . . . .

Godric closed his eyes, the rain was crackling, and he frowned, thinking that at first, their differences didn't really count as differences.

Although he couldn't believe the pure blood of Obaro Continent that Sal took in, and felt that these people could sell anything for profit, he also knew that those little wizards were the future of the wizarding world; and although Thrall couldn't trust the little wizards of Gryffindor. He felt that they were all time bombs, especially those whose parents were still alive, but he didn't insist on kicking them out of school in the first place.But, when did the tacit understanding turn into suspicion, and joking with each other turned into confrontation, trust was lost, and wars met. . .Since when did this go wrong?

Looking at his indifferent face, Rowena felt her heart, liver and lungs being twisted violently. She knew the friendship between Godric and Salazar, and also knew how guilty Godric was for Sal's departure. , but, but is he even going to give up?Give up here, give up their Hogwarts?

Rowena just felt that she couldn't control her temper more and more. Ever since her single daughter died because she wanted to surpass herself, the pride in her life was like a joke. She couldn't help being more mean and sharp,

"I know, I know that you all feel guilty because of Sal's departure, but I still don't think he is not responsible for this matter. The disappearance of the little wizard has been found out. He is disappointed, but who among us is not disappointed? But He still chose to leave, he gave up on us! He gave up on Hogwarts! Godric!"

Rowena's voice sharpened,

"It's been so many years, you've been looking for it for so many years! What else do you want!? Do you have to catch up with the soul, do you have to drive yourself out of your wits?"

The aged Gryffindor was in a daze, and Rowena felt like a balloon that had been punctured. She raised her head to hide the tears that came out of her eyes at some point, and then glanced at the room inadvertently. another witch.

Helga kept her head down, staring blankly at her row of gold cups. There was one in front of each of them, but there was one empty in the tray.Rowena thought that Helga had become more silent over the years.She has always been tolerant, gentle and has no temper, but sometimes she will show her minions!

At this moment, Helga withdrew her gaze from the golden cup. She glanced at her lifelong friend, and suddenly turned her head to Godric and said,

"Life is always short, maybe you can't wait for another gap in time and space, but you can find the defenders! Since they gave us the prophecy of the crisis in the wizarding world many years ago, if you think about it, you won't ignore it at all. Things in the magic world. Or, as long as you live to a thousand years later..."

Godric raised his head suddenly when he heard her words.There was light in his eyes suddenly, and when Helga finished speaking, he also nodded.Rowena looked at her only two remaining friends. She was not against Godric looking for Salazar, she also hoped that Salazar could come back, just. . . . . .

"Live to a thousand years later? By splitting the soul? No one has been able to succeed since ancient times. How do you ensure that you will not go crazy before you find useful clues?"

Rowena's words were sarcasm, she didn't expect anyone to answer, but Godric suddenly laughed,

"Roy, will you help me?"

His blue eyes blinked and blinked, Rowena stared at him blankly, she suddenly couldn't think of the last time Godri "asked for help" so confidently!

After a long time, she suddenly took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened them again, she only said one word,

"it is good!"

***

Thousands of years later, Godric, accompanied by Harry, strolled through the corridors of Hogwarts. They arrived at the women's bathroom on the second floor. Godric watched Harry carefully cast an ignore spell on himself, and smiled. Then swaggered in.

"Harry Potter, you're almost 80 and still in the ladies room!??"

Myrtle's shrill cry nearly shattered the ceiling.

Harry glanced at Godric sadly, there was no need to ask how his Ignoring Charm failed, just look at the smile on this man's face, the answer would be clear,

"Well, Godric, are you really not a Slytherin?"

Look at what you've done, don't you?

Splitting the soul yourself, and inducing others to split the soul, is simply using all means to the limit!If it weren't for Harry's own desire to find Sirius who disappeared behind the veil, sometimes he even regretted working with the founder of Gryffindor.

It's like destroying the three views, is there any wood?

Harry stared blankly at the man who was taking all the time to play tricks on him, and Godric laughed, he laughed until he covered his stomach,

"That's a really, that's a really, really interesting idea!"

Harry looked at him speechlessly,

"Is it funny?"

Godric paused,

"No, I mean, maybe I should... be a Slytherin!"

Then he turned around and said "open" in the Parseltonese version stickyly to the faucet, and jumped into the secret passage on his own.

Harry sighed, and finally caught up with the founder of his own academy.

Then he saw Godric looking at the Slytherin statue with emotion on his face.

That statue that looks like a monkey!

"This is still my work back then..."

Harry heard something was broken, and thought calmly, let it go!