Harry hesitated for a moment before approaching the ghost. He held the wand in his hand tightly and went through all the spells he had learned in his head. Finally, he held his left wrist tightly because there was Helbo coiled there. The scales of the basilisk were cold and dry, but they gave him a strange sense of security in this place that could kill people with heat.
The further he walked towards the place where the ghosts were wandering, the harder it became for Harry to feel the temperature, because the ghosts were usually surrounded by coldness. Every time Harry walked through the library of his college and met the Gray Lady, he would be coldly beaten by her. This made Harry more and more certain that Salazar was right. This was a ghost, pure and simple.
But why would there be ghosts in such a place?
Harry stared at the ghost with some curiosity - his back was curved sharply, as if he was curling up, and his body was thin, but his frame was huge, and his bare arms had muscles that had not disappeared, and he should have been very dark when he was alive. There were almost invisible scars on his skin (this was compared to Salazar's). Harry thought that when he was young, he might have been an outstanding, uh, warrior?
He tried to see if he could penetrate the ghost's mind, but after coming into contact with some messy, garbled messages, he gave up.
"Hello?" Harry greeted this person.
The ghost raised his head almost quickly - looked over quickly - he looked very scary. He had no eyes, only the whites of his eyes. There were traces of stitches on his thick lips. There was resentment and sorrow on his face, and he was almost there. The moment he turned around, Harry took a small breath.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked with concern.
"It's nothing, it's just that ghosts often remain the same as before they died," Harry quickly explained, "His appearance was a bit scary, and I was a little scared."
He looked at the ghost again, only to see the ghost. The man was looking almost straight in the direction of Harry, speaking words that Harry couldn't understand. The accent was thick and vague, and Harry couldn't understand what he meant. What language is there, and the language seems to be different from the one spoken by those silver-armored soldiers.
"..." Salazar, who was held in Harry's hand, pondered for a moment and said a series of words that Harry could not understand. The ghost suddenly became excited, tears left in his eyeless eyes, and his voice was broken, which made Salazar even frown. He raised his eyebrows and repeated a syllable several times, the volume getting louder and stronger every time, with a strong sense of emphasis. Harry guessed that it was probably 'What? You say it again? It's too windy and I can't hear clearly.
The ghost didn't feel that the portrait was impatient at all. While repeating it, he even crawled over and tried to grab Harry's trouser leg. The latter took a step back at Salazar's reminder, but the ghost's fingertips were still there. Touched him - of course, the pearly fingers went straight through.
The ghost began to speak again. This time Salazar heard clearly and told Harry concisely: "He is a person of the same era as the 'false god', and one of the people who assassinated the 'false god'. The assassins were Seven, or nine, he couldn't remember clearly, but four of them stayed in the secret room of the collapsed temple with the 'false god'. The remaining people, that is, he and his companions, were killed by the 'false god' The believers caught him and were tortured to death.”
Shah Embar Noor was crushed underground and under countless boulder walls and he was able to sleep and come back to life because he was a powerful mutant and...well, Harry didn't know why he was able to come back to life. , but Harry knew that those assassins would definitely not survive.
"He was whipped, crushed with wheels, tortured like ten people, and his mouth was sewn shut forever because the believers did not want to hear any words 'God is dead' from his mouth." Salazar He said lightly, "They even used molten iron to write a word on his body every day. All the above deeds made him die very quickly, and his body was cut into several pieces by the believers, and after cooking Throwing it to the wild dogs, the Muggles seem to think that this will make his soul unable to be reunited in hell forever, and he will always have to bear the pain of having his soul torn into pieces, which is the price he deserves."
Harry felt a sense of creepiness and stomach cramps - maybe not eating during this period would be a good idea.
The ones who reacted more strongly than him were his companions behind him - Peter and Li Qianhuan who couldn't help but started retching. The latter even closed her eyes with a miserable look on her face and kept shaking her head. The pair of big earrings she wore and the The two braids also kept swaying.
"Is there really a ghost standing there?" Scott's face turned blue, "Then why can't we see it?"
"I also want to say - I have obviously seen the ghost in your school before, and was ignored by a beautiful woman in a gray skirt. Does that mean I can clearly see it?" Peter spoke weakly.
How dare you peek at the Gray Lady? ! Harry shook his head mentally.
"Because this is different from those," Harry noticed. Salazar glanced at Peter sharply before saying, "In other words, the place is different. The ghosts of Hogwarts have the magic of Hogwarts on them, forming a structure similar to the natural environment. Contracted things, and once they leave Hogwarts, Muggles won't be able to see them." This meant including Peter, who could be seen before.
The ghost seemed to be worshiping God, kneeling in front of Harry, begging... Unfortunately, Harry couldn't understand a word. Rather, he sincerely admires Salazar for being able to understand and talk. How many languages does this teacher and founder know?
"For many years, no one can see him, but he is wandering in the world of the living. This makes him feel that he has been abandoned by the God he believes in. He thinks that if you can hear his words, you must be a messenger sent by God. ," Salazar didn't seem to like this kind of drama of believers assassinating believers. He waved his sleeves in the portrait and said lightly, "He said he had been here all the time, wandering unconsciously until the 'false god' woke up again and was there again. A temple was built on the same piece of land, and he fell into panic. He was afraid that this time the 'false god' would come and drive him deeper into hell. Please save him."
He paused and listened to the ghost say more, and his impatient expression relaxed slightly.
"You are lucky," Salazar said to Harry after hearing this. After hearing this, everyone looked ecstatic, "He said that he looked at this land and built the current temple. Everything is clear inside - as long as you ask, he is willing to lead the way."
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Draco tilted his head, staring at the dazzling sunlight, squinting his eyes, watching Felton take out a tube of something, poured out two round objects, and drank the water he just asked for from the tavern owner. That thing was very similar to the cold capsules Harry gave Nina. They were both oval-shaped, but the color was different.
"You have a cold?" Draco asked suspiciously, "Why don't you take capsules?"
Felton didn't even look at him, he just sneered: "Not all capsules are cold medicine." This made Draco stomp his feet in shame.
"Of course I know!!!" He tried to defend himself, trying to make it seem like he didn't really mean what Felton said, "It's just because your capsules are similar to Muggle cold capsules! Why do I think that only cold medicine is good for you?" Got a capsule?!”
But at the same time, he also knew that this statement could not fool Felton. This person knew himself too well, knew every one of his thoughts, and knew every little thought of his - this made Draco have to act out of a reason every moment. With an exposure mentality that was worse than drinking truth serum, it was as if he had stripped naked and stood on the podium so that people could even see the mole on his wrist.
Speaking of the mole on his wrist... Draco looked at Felton who was walking in front of him again. What happened a few hours ago seemed to be imprinted in front of his eyes: the exact same mole, the exact same fingerprints, the exact same palm prints... No.
He immediately shook his head desperately, trying to put the matter away temporarily. This is not what I mainly want to do now, what I want to do now is... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but his calves trembled, but Felton was by his side, and he used his pride to restrain himself from stopping or running away. impulse.
People are so strange. Even if you know that the person next to you knows you the most, and that your face, self-esteem and image are completely unnecessary in front of him, you still want to maintain these and yourself in this person's mind. Fight, trying to prove to this person that you are not like this.
But you might have been deceived by him again. Draco said to himself bitterly, maybe Felton's purpose was to bring him here, he had always had this attitude, he seduced, or in other words, coerced Draco into doing something obediently.
But that doesn't mean he regretted following Felton out - Harry walked away without saying a word, taking the basilisk with him, leaving a mess that Draco couldn't end no matter what he thought, and looked like he had no intention of coming back. , Draco considers himself a good friend and he needs an explanation, and Felton... Felton.
He couldn't help but think of those again - moles, fingerprints, palm prints. This scared him from the bottom of his heart, made him feel cold all over, and made it impossible for him to just... sit peacefully in hogwarts.
If tearing off a piece of paper could express his shock, confusion and fear, Draco felt that he could tear off all the paper in Hogwarts, including all the ones sold in the Diagon Alley store.
Unbelievable, unheard of, this can't be true, this is absolutely... You must know that although he feels that he is a Malfoy, his life must be different, but he did not ask for this kind of 'differentness'! !
Merlin! !
It can be said that Draco used all the words to deceive himself, but there was no confidence in every word.
...What if what felton said is true? What if he really is 'the one'? What if that really was... really Harry's future? If just because he... didn't accept Felton's provocative hint and decided to follow him, would he never, ever see Harry again?
However, when the boy loudly asked Felton who he really was, Felton just snorted.
"The things you see mean nothing," he said unkindly, "and it is better to forget them."
Draco's teeth were grinding against each other in his mouth, and his gray-blue eyes looked forward casually, then widened because he saw something unexpected.
"Is that Harry's... thing?" He said vaguely, not quite convinced, "The one flying in the air?"
"It's true, and we were about to go over and say hello to him." After Felton said calmly, he picked up Draco next to him with one arm, and then flew into the wind like a butterfly amid the boy's exclamations. He stood up, and his black cloak seemed to turn into black wings at this moment, carrying him unsteadily but directly flying towards Eric.
…
"Hello, Lord Lensherr."
Erik stopped on the way forward. He was suspended in the air and looked to his left - Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was holding a boy he was very familiar with by his waist, greeting him in a calm tone.
"...I," Erik said in a deep voice, "I don't have time to say anything or anything to you." His eyes glanced at the boy, who trembled uncontrollably, "The child shouldn't appear here. here."
"Old enough, Mr. Lensherr," said Felton, "I know a child who, at the age of eleven, will be able to move his legs, walk through the flames, and face his enemies in his belly."
"Why are you here, this... wizard?" Emma, who was following Erik closely on the ground, said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you. And what are you capable of?"
"I am a helper, a wizard, a healer and a healer, and you will know what I am capable of," Felton said. "All I want is the safety of my students - except for this thing in my arm and The one with the green eyes, I won’t have another student.”
This can be said to be a proactive request to join. Draco covered his mouth and thought, and Harry's 'Uncle Eric' sounded like he was a big shot, a very big man. This kind of bigness not only refers to ability, but also status.
"I don't trust you." Emma expressed her objection concisely.
"I have my sincerity," Felton said, taking out a ring and a gemstone. The ring was too rough in workmanship, and the black gemstone inlaid on it was not bright and eye-catching enough. The other gemstone, although it was crystal clear, It was blue, but there were some black dots in it. Felton knocked on the blue one, and a vague shadow emerged from it. He lowered his head obediently and said without saying a word, "It's one." The soul fragments of the old slaves can help you find the shortest way to that temple, as well as the way to the depths of the temple."
Soul fragments? ! This is... how vicious is this black magic that can tear a person's soul into pieces? !
Draco looked at the sapphire with difficulty and suspicion... If this sapphire was a soul container, what about the other ring?
"As for this ring, I'll give it to you," Felton bowed, making Draco almost think he was going to fall. "I also hope that you will never need it - I really hope so."
…………WTF? What is that ugly ring?
"…………"
Erik didn't speak, just looked at the sapphire silently. After a long time, he nodded slightly. Emma immediately said: "Okay, since he decided so - you follow me, and what I want to say is, your cloak The hood must be taken off because I have to remember your face, no matter how ugly or beautiful you are, do you understand?" she said unceremoniously.
Felton landed from the sky calmly and took off the hood of his cloak. Draco saw that he actually stretched out his hand without any resistance at all, and quickly reminded him: "Hey! You can't take it off!"
He was filled with panic and some unspeakable expectation... He had actually wanted to find out about that face for a long time, especially at this time, when he was made uneasy by felton.
"Why can't it be taken off? Mine can't be seen by others?" Felton said calmly and took off the hood of his cloak. "This is none of your business."
After taking off the hood, the first thing that attracted Emma was not the wizard's true appearance, but the several circles of bandages wrapped around his face.
"You have to take off the bandage," Emma said, "otherwise, don't force me to read your brain."
"Rude!" Draco said sarcastically as he made his final struggle, "In that case, why don't you just read it? Why do you want him to take off his hood!"
What answered him was the tape that Felton slapped over - I don't know how he took it out, but it blocked Draco's sight.
The man with long silver-white hair nodded, and then untied the several circles of bandages with a good temper that he had never seen before. When the white bandages fell to the ground, not only Emma was stunned, but also Erik also moved slightly and moved his gaze.
Emma hesitated for a while, her eyes moving back and forth between the man and the boy several times.
"What is your... relationship?" she said uncertainly, which shocked Draco, and Erik finally showed a hint of doubt in his gaze towards him at this moment.
Because he knew that Harry's friend was an only child - for the time being, and he was an only child, with no uncles, brothers, or cousins.
However, the moment he took off the hood and untied the bandages, he suddenly felt that what he was seeing was a pair of biological brothers from the same mother and father——
——Felton's face that had never been shown before, although it looked young as expected, actually looked 80% similar to Draco who was held by his waist.
