At the head was a boy who looked rather thin.

There were a few inconspicuous scars on his tired face.

It was supposed to be a trace left by black magic, and if it was a normal physical injury, magic would have cured him.

In addition, the gray-gray hair, dry and lacklustre, is also quite eye-catching.

And most importantly, one of his legs!

He was lame.

It seems that there is some kind of lesion in the left leg, and he has to rely on crutches to stand.

At this point, an embarrassed smile appeared on the boy's pale face.

He took out a yellowed notebook from the pocket of his jacket, and after turning a few pages, his eyes were delighted, and then he looked up again and said, "Hello, Mr. Lucius Malfoy." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm busy, and these things should have been handled by my mentor." The boy's shy face showed a hint of guilt.

He had forgotten the name of the target on this trip.

On the other side, Lucius looked the strange boy up and down.

Weak, shy, introverted, and dressed in ordinary clothes. There's nothing valuable on your body.

"Hello~" He held out his hand.

There was a kind expression on his face.

The 100-year elegance of the Malfoy family is on full display in him. It wasn't something that Draco's teenage kid could have.

He couldn't afford the Malfoy surname.

"Your mentor is Lady Wenda Rozier?" Lucius asked tentatively.

He pulled out a chair for the boy and invited him to sit down.

He knew that the woman was working as a professor of alchemy at Hogwarts.

This is very much in line with the position of mentor.

"Yes, she is my mentor and my guide." The boy's hand turned slightly, and the metal crutches retracted automatically, as if they were in some kind of activity, or they were left on his hand as an arm guard.

"He is our guide!" There was a displeased voice from behind the boy, and then a girl with brilliant blond hair and pale green eyes stepped forward, she stretched out her hand, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and said, "Saint, Garona Nome." The one with the missing leg over there is called Victor, Victor Nome. ”

The boy nodded.

"Kent, Kent Noam." A short boy said.

"Winston, Winston Noam." Said a boy with a round build.

Finally, an older woman walks out of the torn space.

"Roy, Roy Silver."

She seemed to be the oldest of the children.

He has fiery red hair like a waterfall, and his eyes shine like a starry sky, and the blue shadow of the stars.

The oval eyes, held up by her straight nose, fell on the children through the lenses.

"Hello guys!" Lucius's eyes swept over the faces of these strange 'saints' without leaving a trace.

From time to time, there were ripples in my heart.

Norm?

He smiled and shook hands with the guests one by one.

In my heart, I was thinking about the surname Noam.

Most of these people seem to be from this family.

But he hadn't heard of the fact that there were pure-blood families in Europe with the surname Noam.

And

He also noticed that almost all of the saints who appeared before him had mutilations, some legs, some arms, and some eyes.

They all have a variety of disabilities.

How you look at it, it doesn't look like the legendary organization that swept across Europe, the saints.

Could it be that the saints have fallen to the point where they can only attract groups of weak and sick people?

Lucius, who is kind on the surface, has begun to tilt the scales in his heart.

"You don't have to doubt our strength." As the leader of the witches, Roy has a motherly smile on his face.

"Don't be surprised, I'm not a natural dementor, but your face is full of sorrow. I'm just observant. She said

"The saints are the best."

Lucius heard this, but did not question.

Instead, he clapped his hands, and then several house-elves appeared, carrying all kinds of food in their hands.

It was steaming hot and soon filled the table in the living room.

"You may be seated!" He said that he had always maintained the manners of an old London gentleman.

"Ahem—I don't think it's necessary." Roy looked sideways at the long black table full of food.

Exquisite, expensive.

This was the first thing she felt.

And a lot of it is from other countries, and there is absolutely nothing like this on the table in the UK.

"Wow! You're not hungry, we're hungry, big sister. Garona, who was sitting on one side with Victor, muttered complainingly.

She was obviously not as ladylike as Roy, and as she sat down in her chair, she picked up the plate in front of her and began to pick up the dishes.

Eat!

Big deal!

I really don't understand, how can they say with a smile and say that they are not hungry at all!

Why embarrass yourself!

Garona's movements represent the will of the majority of the saints.

It was getting late, and most of them were busy with their own business when they set off, and they didn't have time to eat dinner or anything.

Seeing this, Roy smiled, and soon everyone sat around the table with her sighing softly.

After a few pleasantries.

A simple dinner began.

Time passes, and the candle shadow beats.

About a few minutes later.

Lucius finally couldn't help but ask, "Just now, that magic that can tear through space, what is it?" ”

Originally, he thought it might be an alternative illusion shifting spell.

But the Malfoy family's ancestral home is protected by all kinds of spells, and the anti-illusion disfigurement charm is naturally the first of them.

No wizard in hundreds of years has been able to force his way in with the Transfiguration Charm, not even the one—the man whose name he can't even mention.

"That's not a spell!" The boy who was only seventeen, eighteen or nineteen opened his mouth.

He took out a stone door carved with the symbol of the Three Hallows from his pocket, and then threw it casually, and the stone door cut a graceful arc in the air.

It slowly grew larger, and by the time it finally landed in the living room, it was already a behemoth of seven or eight feet.

"I'm not mature yet." Victor said modestly.

"It's already very powerful!" Garona directly dismantled the platform.

"Nope! Compared to its prototype, the legendary magic prop placed in the Far East, in the territory of the Ming Kingdom, the magic academy, named: 'Shangri-La'. It's just the most superficial imitation. ”

"That's?" Lucius asked, puzzled.

He had two meanings in this sentence, one was to ask what the stone gate in front of him was for.

The other is asking what the thing called Shangri-La is.

"An alchemical magic creation, as long as you arrive at a certain place in advance and bury the coordinates, then no matter whether the target location is interfered with by a spell, my invention can make it easy for you to arrive." Victor's voice was rather weak, as if he was going to die at any moment, and the lights went out.

But his eyes were shining brightly.

It's like a light that illuminates the darkness.

"Of course, compared to the real legendary magic item, Shangri-La, its role is somewhat insignificant, whether it is distance or there must be coordinates, Shangri-La does not need it.

The ancient Ming wizards divided the world into nine parts, and using a rule like Muggle latitude and longitude input, they could directly activate Shangri-La and use it to travel anywhere in the world. ”

"This-" To be honest, even Lucius had never heard of such a magical prop in this world, and then he said in some surprise, "It seems that this world is much bigger than we thought. ”

"The height of the horizon will continue to increase with the continuous expansion of the field of vision." That's when Roy interjected appropriately.

"Joining the Saints will be the right choice for you, Mr. Lucius." Her eyes are full of years and exude unimaginable tenderness.

"I'm glad." Lucius replied noncommittally.

However, it was clear that everyone present could see that his answer was somewhat reluctant.

"It seems that you are still a little suspicious of us, and yes, these children are too young." Roy said as if talking to himself.

"Do you have some free time tonight?" Suddenly, she changed her voice and said something else.

"Hmm-" Lucius frowned slightly, he had important news waiting tonight.

And Roy seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, "Are you waiting for the new Minister of Magic?" ”

"Yes."

"It's actually easy to deduce." Roy smiled, she picked up the wine glass in front of her, looked at the scarlet liquid inside, and suddenly changed the topic and said: "This red wine is really good, but the Malfoy family should not have a winemaking business!" ”

"Of course." Lucius nodded, "This is a magical winery from Italy, and there is no wine in England that tastes so good. ”

"Then why did you choose that Italian magic brewery?" She asked.

"Isn't it easy?" Lucius said lightly: "Their family has a history of brewing for hundreds of years, and they have experience in how to make top wine, which is difficult for ordinary people to see.

Suddenly, his words paused, and his brows furrowed.

Then he looked at Roy in surprise.

"You're saying that Barty Krach guy is going to make a comeback?"

"Oh, man! When faced with the same dilemma, there is always a search for past experiences, isn't it? Roy raised his glass and gestured to Lucius, then pressed his red lips slightly and took a sip.

"Pretty exciting, the smell of magic!"

Clever! This was Lucius's first reaction.

He had never seen anyone so smart.

Maybe Dumbledore was as smart as that, but he never revealed it to himself.

Lucius looked at Roy in shock, and she said the answer she had been waiting for for days.

Sure enough—in contrast to the almost dull heads of the Death Eaters, the saints completely crushed them intellectually.

After belittling the Death Eaters on a daily basis, Lucius glanced at Roy with deep meaning.

The scales in his heart began to waver again.

Just because of her few words!

"It's just that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and if Mr. Lucius, you can calm down, and you will definitely be able to see the answer to this simple mystery." Roy smiled and continued.

"Yes, yes!" Lucius was embarrassed to accept the touting.

But at the bottom of my heart, it is much better.

Look, people will save face for him, and if you look at the Death Eaters, you will only make sarcastic remarks when you encounter trouble!

Roy's words made him feel good about the saints again.

"So, is Mr. Lucius free now?" The red wine swayed, rippling with an intoxicating soft light.

Her red lips were stained with a hint of wine, bright and full of charm.

"Of course." Lucius readily agreed, a smile on the corner of his mouth, as an upper-class person, he had attended so many prom parties, of course he knew how to deal with this kind of thing.

"Victor~"

"Wait a minute!" Garona's reluctant tone came from the table, and she was gulping down her food with a plate. "I'm only eight points full!"

"Image, Garona! Walking elephants! ”

"Yes, yes~"

Roy's voice was so gentle even in his reprimand, as if it wasn't reprimanding at all, but a tactful soft murmur.

Although her voice was not half angry, Garona was still very obedient and reluctantly put down the dishes in her hand, then put her hands on the table, and stood up at once, "Okay, we should go Victor, open the door!" ”

"It's ready."

Victor answered, and then his left hand lit up with a shimmer.

Moments later, the bracers turned into crutches again.

He staggered to his feet. Leaning on crutches, his right hand supporting the table.

Then little by little, he lifted up his rotten flesh.

Lucius was afraid that he would fall and fall to the ground.

He wanted to reach out and help.

But his excellent ability to observe words and colors made him notice that none of his companions around him had reached out to help him.

The young man, looking at a child who was a little older than his son, had the purest pride on his face.

So confident, so high-spirited, so broken body, it can't imprison his free soul!

The light on his body seemed to overflow.

For a moment, Lucius felt a little touched in his heart.

People are like this, always in some inexplicable place, leaving a touch.

"Please get out of the way~" Victor slowly stretched out his wand's right hand, and then the tip of the wand flickered, and the lights intersected, and finally evolved into magical words.

Ancient Runiwen can also be called a magic pattern.

The words turned into threads and headed towards the stone door.

Then the seemingly weak silk thread pushed the stone away little by little.

First a hint.

Then as more and more magic patterns converged, they became brighter and brighter.

It's like a symphony coming to a climax.

With a stirring voice resounded out of nothingness.

The silent rhythm and fantastical light touch everyone's heart.

The door was opened.

It is as if there is a gate where light gathers, and it is difficult to see what kind of scenery is outside the door.

"This," Lucius looked at the magic happening in front of him in shock.

What kind of magic props can trigger such a miracle?

"We are on a glorious path!"

Roy's voice rang out, and her sideways blue eyes fell on Lucius's body, and an inexplicable divine light seemed to touch people's souls.

"Our lives come by choice."

"Believe me, in the saints, you will be promoted."

She was the first to step into the curtain of light.

This was followed by a limping Victor.

After that, Garona also held her head high and stepped into it.

Lucius's expression was strongly touched.

Such a strong faith he had felt in members from the other two saints.

The kid named Owen.

The other was Ms. Wenda Rozier.

Saints! It seems to be different from ordinary people.

More different from the Death Eaters.

It's like people who are sure that they will succeed and believe that they are on the road to glory, and they are permeated with strong self-confidence.

It's as if success is inevitable, and today's pace is just to make up for the whole process.

But this kind of sunny mood is also the most likely to infect others.

Because of Lucius himself, he seemed to feel the calling.

With inexplicable emotions, he stepped into the light curtain.

Then the stars shifted.

Turned upside down.

The surroundings changed abruptly, from a manor to a woodland!

Suddenly, a cold wind struck, which made Lucius shiver.

The head is slightly calmer.

In the distance, the castle that stood on the top of the mountain as if it had existed for thousands of years appeared in his eyes.

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts." Roy's voice rang out, "The soulless man who came from the sea fog tonight will be buried here." ”

"So, you—what are we going to do?"

"We?" Roy smiled slightly, "You don't have to do anything. ”

"At least for now!"

——————

Owen walks with a group of centaurs in the dark forest.

They are armed with torches!

But the faint light could only illuminate a crack in the darkness.

It's as if the darkness in the forest is a substantial gelatin. You have to use a sword to cut it open.

Stepping on the soft snow, the sound of 'lattice lattice' is made.

All the way on.

"The forest is getting more and more restless." Ferencze sighed and said, "Ever since you destroyed a large number of dark creatures, the forest has become treacherous. ”

“？？？”

Owen looked sideways.

Staring at Ferencze's handsome face.

"According to you, we eliminated the eight-eyed giant spider, and we did the wrong thing?"

"The forest needs balance!" The second centaur interjected.

He has a reddish-brown body and a muscular upper body.

The tone was also softer than that of the other centaurs around him. "The beasts have upset the balance. And we're trying to maintain balance. ”

"After you killed them completely, the balance was upset for the forest, and she actually had one less layer of protection."

"6" Owen is noncommittal, although there is some truth in what the centaur said, but if you think about it, you will find that this is pure nonsense.

Will the eight-eyed giant spider protect the forest?

I'm afraid it won't provide a breeding ground for those aliens!

"My name is Ronan. The one who shot the arrow at you was Bane, and I hope we didn't scare you! Are you a foal in the castle? ”

"Did you learn all your spells at Hogwarts, at school?" His tone was low, and it was clear that there was another meaning to the sentence.

He was making a mockery of Hogwarts for giving the Killing Curse to a child.

"School?"

"I can learn, but not much, you know, a genius like me, there is only a little bit that can teach me in the academy, but part of it has to be guided by Headmaster Dumbledore himself." Owen said modestly, deliberately ignoring the other party's words, for centaurs, a child is probably a foal.

"Really?" Ronan's voice has a distinctively melancholy tone, but he doesn't look like a compassionate horse. "To be taught by the greatest wizards shows that you are really good."

"It's okay! So so! Owen waved his hand and continued to speak modestly.

"Oh! By the way, you said Dumbledore had approached you before, did he say anything? ”

"Him?" Ronan had a smile on his face, as if he was waiting for Owen to ask, and he had the answer ready early, "He told us that if a child named Owen Sanchez slipped into the Forbidden Forest, we should inform him as soon as possible. ”

"Why, that kid will bring unpredictable disasters to the Forbidden Forest."

“？？？” Owen's expression froze, and then as if he had been greatly wronged, he roared angrily: "Lose ~~~ The dignified principal, how can you insult people's innocence out of thin air!" ”

"I, Owen Sanchez, am honest and trustworthy, respectful, generous, and approachable, and I am the best young wizard in Hogwarts for 1,500 years, enough to be a pacesetter for young wizards! Just ask the rest of the castle and everyone loves me! ”

"Oh my God!" Owen suddenly exclaimed to himself!

"How can I be so good!"

“.”

The surroundings are quiet.

Ronan felt that he had seen through the vain, arrogant, and ignorant foal in front of him.

"Haha~"

Ferenze, on the other hand, burst out laughing, and then looked at Owen meaningfully, thinking that the foal from Hogwarts was interesting.

Human wizards are really funny.

But the smile was only fleeting.

Soon the sorrow on his face was like an indissolvable darkness around him, and it was filled again.

"I think we should seek help from Hogwarts, or Dumbledore himself!" He opened his mouth and talked about a centaur who had been talking about it all these days.

And Ronan, as he had done several times before, bluntly vetoed: "Humans are not worthy of a new appointment, although there are still a few of them who have natural intentions, but most of them are ignorant and rude!" ”

"Uh-huh! I think so too! Hearing this, Owen immediately chimed in.

"But! Today's situation is not something that centaurs can face alone. How many of our compatriots are going missing in a day. Ferencze was alone, gathered from the surrounding centaurs, and kept Owen in the middle, and only Ferenze was the most special, he stayed in the circle with Owen.

"But the sorcerer who attacked us!" Ronan still grimaced, reluctant to accept Ferenze's offer.

"How can you tell if they're good and they're bad?"

"That's right! That's it, humans are all badass! Owen continued.

"That's why I chose Dumbledore over the Ministry of Magic." The steady personality of Ferencze also showed a little anger, he didn't understand, it was clear that his clan had reached the time of life and death. Why don't they feel the crisis?

Obviously, the danger in front of them is beyond the scope of the centaurs.

Dumbledore had given them kindness before, so why couldn't he accept it?

Is it just to help Hogwarts monitor the Forbidden Forest and become a slave to wizards?

Apparently the centaurs themselves are spying on the forest, huh?

(End of chapter)