When Draco struggled to recite the right spell and let Peter float out of a deep dungeon, he was slapped three times quickly and forcefully on the back by this guy.
He coughed and glared at the other person, who was quite surprised: "I thought you were stuck by something and couldn't breathe - so it wasn't?"
"This is all because it is difficult to float a person up from the ground!" Draco said, "Do you think this is the same difficulty as floating a feather? People and objects are completely different concepts!"
"Anyway, you also learned this spell without any loss. Isn't it great?" Godric said from his waist. "Hey, young man, look here - do you know where the others are? We are working hard to put all the people who have been Those scattered by the maze gathered together.”
"Oh, I thought the portrait Harry was holding was out of print!" Peter's attention was immediately attracted by the portrait, but he did not forget the boy standing in front of him. Note that the boy standing in front of him is his little boy. Brother's friend, "I have a way to find them, but you are here, where is Harry? When did he abduct you here? With that... what is it called? That golden round... time turner?" "
Draco's first reaction was, what is a time turner, but he immediately realized it, and his voice once again approached the soprano standard: "——He has a time turner?!"
——harry xavier! ! !
If the person involved wasn't here right now, I'm afraid Draco would have jumped on him and shouted in his ears like a rude gryffindor.
Draco was so angry that his hair was about to explode. He grabbed Peter's silver coat and shook it: "A time turner?! He has a time turner in his hand?! How could he have a time turner?!"
"Is this a controlled item?" Godric added kindly.
"The old man with the beard gave it to you, your principal...emm, I think you know who I'm talking about," Peter carried Draco like a kitten, not taking Draco's words seriously. , of course, this is not his brother, you can't hold him like a doll, although this one also looks good like an expensive doll, "You pay attention to your spine and neck, we are going to find someone else, and Most importantly, I’m fast~”
Before Draco could even let out his next scream, he had a unique experience - in a sense, it was more exciting than a roller coaster.
Moreover, the ghost responsible for leading the way was left behind by them again! Because this guy is faster than a light wheel! !
——But when they stopped, they actually found Scott in the maze.
"As a guy who kills with his eyes, why don't you do this all the way?" Peter made a similar gesture, "Biubiu punch through the wall?"
"Come on, man," Scott rolled his eyes under his red quartz glasses, "when you are probably behind who knows how many damn walls? And why is this little kid here?" He pointed at Simian. Draco's face turned pale as if he was motion sick, "Are you kidding me?"
"There's no one in this direction I've been looking for, I promise," Peter shrugged, pointing his thumb in the direction behind, "You can go ahead and do whatever you want - it's best to wait until we find you knocked down after we get there. From several rival families.”
"Fuck you biubiu." Scott said back casually, and then asked them to get out of the way irritably, "Stay away from here." After saying that, he put his fingers next to his glasses, and Draco hadn't seen the words on the glasses clearly yet. The mechanism, the eyes fired out two hot, bright and dangerous red beams with a bang, and then with a few loud bangs, a large hole appeared that could be said to have penetrated the walls of dozens of floors of maze corridors. In front of him, it was as quick and convenient as if the person just took a spoon and dug a hole in the tofu block.
It may be that this maze is indeed equipped with some kind of isolation spell, or the sound insulation effect is really too good. In short, after Scott destroyed it so much, they immediately heard the call.
"——Scott?" the female voice shouted, "Scott!"
Draco got on his broom and flew up in the sky to look around, and sure enough he saw a red-haired girl and a black-haired Asian girl hanging in the air about a little way to the side.
"Jean——" Scott shouted, "We're over here, Jean!"
With Draco in the air as an obvious landmark, Jean and Li Qianhuan quickly came over to meet them. After everyone exchanged the situation, they found that Harry was the best. He stood there and bumped into him within a few steps. After picking up Draco, the two men went out with brooms.
Peter was running around looking for a way and fell into a dungeon. Although Jean spent some time, he found Li Qianhuan. The two relied on Jean's ability to find the exit, but they couldn't find anyone else. When they finally came back to look for it, Scott was simply trapped in the dungeon. Once inside, he didn't dare to directly destroy the wall of the maze, as he said, for fear of accidental injury.
Then Draco's problem came.
"Where's Harry?" Jean asked, as did everyone else.
Draco was almost instantly angered by their attitude. He folded his arms and turned his head to the side, angry and cold: "...who knows what he is going to do, he drove me..." He gritted his teeth, "and drove me away. If I hadn't run fast. I might not be here anymore."
Peter mercilessly stretched out a finger and flattened his bulging cheek, causing him to make a popping sound instinctively, and then viciously slapped the hand away.
Jean frowned, and her eyes made Draco feel uncomfortable...a discomfort that seemed to be seen through at a glance.
"Since he wants you to go back, then you," Jean made a suspicious temporary shut-up, and then showed an expression that Draco couldn't understand. She took a few steps in place, "Peter? Can you come in?" Send him outside in a few minutes - to Erik's teacher?"
"Wait a minute," Draco said, "just because I'm helping you doesn't mean I give you the right to decide where I want to go! I'm a wizard with free will. No matter how old I am, I can do whatever I want." He straightened up He raised his chest and chin, acting proud and unshakable, "If you think like Harry that I am a hindrance - then think about who was the first to rescue him from the bottom of the pit." His fingers were straight. Pointing straight at Peter.
"We're leaving everyone under the age of sixteen in Harry's hometown, whether they're a drag or not," Scott said impatiently. He didn't like Draco very much, but for Harry's sake he was willing to say more. , "It's not--wrong to let a child who can easily be kidnapped even when he goes out to a place like this, do you understand? Listen, we admire your courage and your friendship with Harry, but this is not a reason. "
"Could it be that Harry Xavier drank an age-enhancing potion somewhere I don't know and turned into a person over sixteen years old?" Draco said angrily.
"That's because he is a special case, and if we pull his ears and tell him not to come, he won't come." Scott scratched his head more irritably, and if we asked him to say it, it would be better not to be a kid. But because he himself was not a good boy, he had a conflicting mood, "The ones waiting to be taken away are your aunt, your father, and your uncles, and you are better than most of your peers." You will have this qualification when you are sensible."
Draco's answer was a deep, how should I put it, 'I can't understand, understand or accept' look, and then he said: "I will consider it..."
"No, you won't," Jean looked at the lying little bastard in front of him expressionlessly, "You're lying."
Draco's reaction was calm. He knew that Harry's relatives had some annoying abilities, and he was no longer a fool shouting Legilimency (like Nott)... And in the end, his reaction He just made a face, repeated his old tricks, got on the broom, flew high and then ran away - he wasn't going to listen to anyone and leave from here, not anyone, not anyone! !
"Why didn't you immobilize him?" Li Qianhuan asked Jean quietly, then looked at Peter, "Did you just let him run away?"
"He ran too fast." Jean said helplessly, "He used the same new broom as Harry."
"Hey, it's mainly because we ourselves are the same people!" Peter pouted, "We ourselves are too unconvincing - but it's not that I don't want to catch him, I can catch him if he doesn't fly so high. "
"Stop! We can't talk here anymore," Li Qianhuan said. "What if he encounters some soldiers? He is still a child! Let's chase him quickly!"
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"I can understand how you feel."
When Godric said this, Draco thought that no one could understand his feelings, and he did not intend to face Godric's words, because he did not think that Gryffindor's biggest characteristic was being considerate. If that was true, after so many years What happened to Salazar Slytherin's departure before?
As if no one would believe that he understood.
"I know what you are thinking," Godric smiled knowingly, "You will think that if I am such a person who is good at understanding people's hearts, then how could Sala leave me, and how could I keep myself? A part of the soul becomes a ghost and searches for it.”
This time it was Draco's turn to remain suspiciously silent. From this point of view, whether the result he caused was very polite - although now is not the time to worry about this, it really is not - this is a very personal and personal topic. Harry, Draco, and Hermione have all seen that kiss, Even though the painful blond ghost in the portrait is not similar to it except for a few looks, it does not mean that they are not the same person. Since the existence of the portrait, the three people have the same goals and are not like other people. Ask the portraits anything, like what the hell is going on.
As for Draco, although he only has Godric's portrait in his hands, he is still very good-tempered, but! To know! Although gossip is good, when your Excellency finally finds out that he knows, it may not be very wonderful then!
"We have had many arguments, me and Sala," Godric said frankly. The sound of the passing wind due to the speed of the broom reduced the volume of his voice a bit, but it did not prevent Draco from beating with joy. The heart heard them all clearly, "We can almost make the whole room turn upside down. Sala has never been soft-hearted. We will throw curses and bad words all over each other in the room, and then think that the other person is a complete and utter , a big idiot who doesn’t listen to what others say, and I was also thinking at that time: Salazar Slytherin, I’m afraid in your heart I will never be as smart as you, never be as thoughtful as you, and never be as vigilant as you should be. Do not trust me, do not regard me as an equal friend in all aspects as you show... You see, I thought the same way at the time."
"How dare you say that!" Draco stopped the broom and slapped the portrait without hesitation. For Merlin's sake, he was a pure Slytherin. "You-Gryffindor has lost all his mind. What is it made of?! Do you think Lord Slytherin is the kind of person you think he is? No, you mean, you really parted ways after a quarrel?"
"I almost felt regret after he disappeared behind the door with his cloak on. No, I almost felt regret after those words were really spoken," Godric said. "I was thinking about how I could throw a curse on him. How could I How could I - how dare I say such words to him if I could say such evil things to him? For Merlin's sake, I don't even want others to speak to him like that! He is so...so..."
The voice of the portrait gradually became lower.
"I didn't chase him out because he told me not to follow him. If I followed him, he would give me a death curse... I was afraid that I would make him even more angry if I chased him out. He has been studying black magic for many years, so that His health was not very good in the second half of the year... Thinking about it now, I should have chased him out."
"Yes, I should chase him out," Godric said softly, "Catch him up and tell him, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I won't say it like that again, and I won't say it again. I had a fight with him, not a single letter...but I didn’t, so I got my comeuppance.”
Draco was shocked at first, extremely shocked, because he heard a real historical event that was very similar to the bedtime reading books read by girls (of course, not the kind of bedtime readings read by Granger)... but he immediately Just thinking, yes, thinking, of course.
Godric would not bring up this past incident for no reason at this time, just because he felt that Draco resonated with him, and to be honest with him, this past incident, let's put it this way, had no resonance, except for the 'retribution' that made him couldn't help but think out something. Apart from the feeling of being lightly pricked by a needle in the palm of my hand.
Draco thought for a while and decided to start his feedback with a plain, or not so plain question.
"What did you do in the end?" He said, "You make me feel like this - you are not really like what the book says, you stopped looking for him after parting ways with him, or even like what some books say, Drive him away?"
"I was doing only one thing at that time, and I will be busy with this one thing for the rest of my life." Godric said, "I packed a necessary baggage, left Hogwarts, and went to wherever Sala might go. Him, because the moment I found out that he was no longer in our school, my consciousness, my soul, and my whole body were roaring at me. The previous quarrels and fights were unnecessary, and they gave us a headache. It's all bullshit - nothing more important than Salazar, nothing."
Draco was uncontrollably silent again. To be honest, he thought he would be surprised, at least before hearing this story, but now he felt as if he had listened to Shakespeare's famous tragedy, and his heart was full of sadness, as if he had been infected by the story.
This doesn't look like a good friendship story, because of the kiss he saw, and because all fools know that the person in the portrait must have returned in vain and had no other end. Otherwise, how could the ghost be searching for Salazar? .
He wanted to say that the portrait deserves it, you deserve it...but think about this man's second half of his life dedicated to finding the person he ultimately failed to find, and since this person's portrait is hanging in the secret room, it must be the last time they have ever seen each other. , it must be because someone has already gone to see Merlin...so he felt very sympathetic and pitiful again.
"...So, what do you want to teach me through your own tragic past?" Draco asked in a gentle, considerate voice, "Tell me to stop being angry with Harry about other things at this time? Tell me Don't care about his attitude towards me?" he guessed.
"No, no, no, you forget that I support you. I have always been on your side, the one who agrees with you. What I mean is," Godric said, "face the difficulties and don't be afraid of anything or anything you say." , any ideas, chase them. That’s what I want to encourage you to do, little snake.”
"Don't call me little snake." After Draco protested symbolically, he sat on the broom and pondered for a while. It must be said that the moment Godric encouraged him, the idea of pursuing him grew up like crazy - just It was as if it was already there, impartial and just needed watering and fertilizing - his teeth gritted loudly, and he really didn't want to admit that he was actually moved.
"Harry and I are not like you and that gentleman." Draco pointed out this clearly first.
Godric grinned, but looked a little miserable: "I never really said that to him, letting him understand how I am willing to give everything I have to make him happy."
——Then you really deserve it! ! !
Draco immediately threw all sympathy and pity to the back of his mind.
Their conversation could no longer go smoothly because there was a rare shout in the corridor behind, and it didn't sound like any of Harry's friends.
"He's talking about who's there," Godric said.
Draco shouted while urging the broom: "I don't need you to translate English for me!!"
They turned around a familiar corner like the wind, flew away from the oncoming group of ordinary silver-armored guards, hid in the entrance to a corridor on the upper floor, and then placed a fast rat toy from another direction. slip. And when he watched the silver-armored guards and a man who certainly looked like he was more than a guard chasing after each other in the wrong direction, he gasped and looked at where he was.
He urged the broom to turn inward and clicked his tongue again. The painting reminded him: "This wall is empty."
"ah?"
"Knock on the wall, the one on the left." Godric said, "The sound you just made echoed a little strangely here. I think the wall must not be solid."
Draco: "What do you mean? They cut corners when they built this place?"
Portrait: "...I mean, there must be a secret room or a room in the back, my dear child."
Draco first protested that 'my dear child', then quietly sprinkled himself with the remaining invisibility powder, turned out, and found a deeper path at the entrance to the corridor next door. Although it was locked, Is there any door that cannot be solved by a lock-picking spell?
He kicked open the squeaking door with a bit of pride...and then watched helplessly as a hand with dangerous claws dangerously brushed past his face, and he swallowed. , found that the man who attacked him did not lose his vigilance at all because of the invisible powder.
"Didn't you lock the door before?" said a blond woman next to him who looked very familiar to Draco.
Wait a minute - she seems to be Harry's aunt!
Draco quickly said before the second blow came: "Stop! Don't attack, I am Harry's friend!"
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Harry could be said to be extremely nervous and careful, levitating Charles from the weird altar-like platform covered with gold and silver and covered with bright red tapestry. His hands were even shaking when he did this.
He was running through all the ways of escape in his head, because this was a rare opportunity - the master of this temple and his lieutenants were not here, and his ability, thank God, thank everyone, he was You can take dad away!
But be safe. He affirms this. It must be safe.
Harry didn't know what kind of torture the false god who deserved to go to hell did to his father, and why he hated his father so much that he wanted to torture him, but even he knew that he needed to be careful when moving an injured person without permission. one thing.
Moreover, the withered skeleton lying not far away made him tremble, which made it worse. Harry has always been someone who has the courage to watch horror movies. Last summer, he and Draco sat on the sofa in the home theater and watched ten horror movies. In eight of them, Draco was responsible for screaming, and he was responsible for comforting and saying, "This scene It's over', but a different kind of fear made him tremble.
When Kevin, who had been bitten by Haierbo, abandoned his body without hesitation and transferred to the slave's body...this was the moment that gave Harry a different kind of fear.
When a person's soul—let's call it that—occupies someone else's shell, and even the original body becomes a skeleton, what will happen to the occupied person?
Harry tried hard to stabilize his floating position, and at the same time struggled to open a door to the outside of the temple, like Twinkle had done... But he hadn't been able to do two things at once, and he certainly couldn't do it now. arrive.
What about magical levitation? Harry took out his wand from his pocket, the yew one, and shook it.
"Where did you get this wand?" Salazar asked, "It seems to suit you better than the second-hand one."
"It's one of the things my parents left behind," Harry said quietly, "although it doesn't seem to be either of their wands."
But now is not the time to think about that. Harry thought. He waved his wand and Charles swayed in the air, then stabilized as Harry's heart trembled.
I can do this, I can.
His other hand that was not holding the wand drew a circle in the air, silently thinking about safety, a safe place, and when the door that looked like a special effect light slowly opened, his nervousness slowly stabilized. ——The outside is pure white and golden, and several figures are walking hurriedly between the tents. Emma’s husband Allen is holding a tray, opening the curtain of a tent not far away and walking in. There is a little blood on the cuffs. Maybe it was because the wounded man was bleeding a little too much.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle Allen! Help me!"
Allen was obviously frightened. He dropped the entire tray on the ground. He looked in Harry's direction with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then his eyes turned to Charles.
"Oh my God." He said blankly, "Oh my God, you, why are you-"
"Help me! Help me! Uncle Allen!" Harry used a magic spell to keep Charles moving steadily, "I don't know what extent dad was hurt...Merlin!"
"What!" Allen looked at him and suddenly cursed, and became panicked.
"I forgot that I learned the magic spell of health detection." Harry said shamefully. Once he was nervous, he always couldn't remember something. At the same time, he floated Charles towards the other end of the door, "I Now let daddy..."
"Harry, behind you!!" Allen suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly.
Harry was horrified. He saw the person behind him in the reflection of Allen's lens... Could that really be called a person? The color is like sand and gravel, and the face is like a false god... No, that was originally a statue on the wall! !
Sand... boom...
Harry wanted to run through the door quickly, but he found that his legs were stiff and firmly fixed in the ground - the ground turned into something like cement at some point, so easy to swallow and sink. Things become hard so easily.
"I told you to hurry up." Salazar sighed, annoyed.
Unfortunately it's too late.
This top floor room appears to be alive. It is not magic, but it lives by following someone's orders. The statues on the wall fell off and turned into human figures and walked towards them. The ground also tied Harry's legs tightly, and the statue of the false god behind them turned into a human form. The enemy was reaching out to Harry in a way that could not be refused.
【Helbo! ] Harry shouted.
The basilisk coiled around his wrist immediately slid down and grew larger. It used its huge tail like a sweeper to sweep away all the sandstone, clay people, and even gold people approaching them. However, after those things were broken, they began to reorganize and re-formed. Attack them.
"Harry!" After Allen threw all the scalpels and heavy objects in his body as a means of attacking the statues in vain, he stretched out his hand by the door. He realized that there was something wrong with the ground, so he did not step over, but stretched out his hand, "Come here quickly. !”
Harry tried his best to use every method he knew to break the blockade facing him, but none of the attack spells worked, and the particularly dangerous ones would destroy his legs. He looked up at Charles and made a decision immediately.
dad. No matter what, his father is his primary goal.
"Uncle Allen, hold on!"
He waved the hand holding the wand, and Charles passed the door in a faster way, and was well caught by Allen, while the sand rolled up in the room seemed to move towards the door consciously. They followed him, but Harry wouldn't let them succeed.
"Uncle Allen, take good care of dad and take him to Uncle Erik immediately!"
Under Allen's frightened eyes, Harry waved his hand counterclockwise in the air. The sand and earth following Charles and Allen all turned to the second target because they lost their first target.
The door to the outside world was just closed by Harry.
