"Rowena always has a way, she's smart." The Sorting Hat tells the old story, "Such a forest is too dangerous to be near the castle." ”

"Well, there are even a few dragons living here."

Godric and Salazar felt that the Forbidden Forest should be a place of trial for young wizards, but they failed to convince Rowena and Helga.

"So he added this to the trial of his heir, the best Gryffindor must be able to truly conquer this forest."

Harry was expressionless, collecting the venom of the eight-eyed spiders.

"Scared by the trial?" The Sorting Hat teased.

Harry shook his head, "No, just relieved, George and Fred don't seem to be in real danger." ”

The Sorting Hat continued to hum a minor tune, reminiscing about the past.

Harry didn't stop it this time, and when all the venom had been collected, nearly three-quarters of a pint was gone, and he stuffed the bottle into the Sorting Hat before he whispered, "Now if you want to keep going, you don't have to sing anymore, don't get me in trouble." ”

He was more careful.

But the forest is dangerous, especially in this forest full of magical creatures, black magic creatures.

Dragon's claw vine waiting to hunt.

I don't know where the red hat is hiding in the shadows.

In the swamp, all kinds of mosquitoes, swamp diggers, fire crabs, their performance is far more dangerous than in the classroom.

Until the next day when it was dark.

Harry flipped out his map, looked at the moon, re-oriented, and ascertained his distance, which was much slower than he had initially estimated, and was nearly halfway there, and it seemed unlikely that he would be able to get back to the castle before Monday.

It's sad to miss a Dumbledore lesson.

He found a small slope, inspected it inside and out, and saw no dangerous creatures, before setting up camp under the tree.

Dig into the Sorting Hat.

Take out a thick dragonskin bag, open it, there is still a layer of dragonskin bag inside, and when you open it again, shake out a pile of dry clods.

"Really, if it weren't for the trial, I wouldn't have let you put that thing in." The Sorting Hat gritted its teeth and stared at the pile, the whole hat twisting into a ball.

"But it's useful in the wild." With a wave of Harry's wand, dead branches and leaves flew nearby, forming a makeshift campfire in front of him.

He snapped his fingers.

The flames burned.

Harry broke off a chunk of the clod and threw it into the fire, and a strange smell wafted out and drifted in the wind.

This is dragon dung.

Dry, clumpy dragon droppings like this weren't easy to get, and Sirius searched for two days to get his hands on it.

Burning the dung of powerful creatures is one of the best ways to keep sneaky creatures away from the wild.

Harry leaned against the trunk of the tree, crossed the Gryffindor sword in his lap, squinted, and meditated, not sleeping as freely in the wilderness as he did in the dormitory, occasionally waving his wand to refill the fuel, or breaking a piece of dragon dung and throwing it into the fire.

Wait until dawn.

Harry was in good spirits and set off again.

"Harry, are you really rested?" The Sorting Hat wondered, the Hat didn't need to rest, it hadn't seen Harry really sleep yesterday, and the campfire was still burning until now.

Harry shoved the dragon dung back into the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat hissed.

"No problem." He nodded and replied, "You can't ask for that much in the wild." ”

He continued on his way.

The Forbidden Forest is deeper and more dangerous than the previous road, an area that even the centaurs won't tread.

Finally before the third sunset.

He finally came to the place marked on the map, a dilapidated garden, not very large, a small pavilion, a courtyard that looked tight in a circle, moss and vines covered the walls and the delicate patterns on the stone pillars.

At the exit of the garden, the stone door was rudely broken, and there were traces of a shattering spell.

Not surprisingly, it was the traces left by the previous trialist.

"There's another place in the depths of the Forbidden Forest." Harry was expressionless, "Gryffindor for a tryst with his lover?" ”

The Sorting Hat flicked the tip of his hat: "How do I know! It's also my first time here, and the last trialist wasn't as bold as you to take me away from the principal. ”

"Do you admit that Gryffindor will often have trysts with old lovers?" Harry's tone was dark.

The Sorting Hat poked Harry hard with the tip of his hat, poking himself off a big bit, "Hey, Gryffindor didn't do that, at least I don't know, and you can't expect him to go out on a date with a noisy hat." ”

Harry pulled the tip of his hat out, "You know you're noisy, too. ”

"I didn't!" The Sorting Hat was resentful.

Harry ignored it, waved his wand, and the dead wood turned into a kitten, and walked towards the garden, and it raised its paws and stepped on the old stone door, and walked in a circle, past the vines, over the rubble.

There are no signs of biological invasion.

This is even more bizarre.

Harry took the cat back, pointed his wand at the gravel door, and the stone twisted into a small man, and began to work hard, starting to ravage the garden until they trampled all over the corner, and no traps were triggered.

"Godric isn't that kind of person." The Sorting Hat shouted.

Harry put a layer of quinn on himself and a round of armor before making his cautious head towards the garden.

He inspected everything, nothing special.

There are many signs of wear and tear over the years.

Harry couldn't see anything, he grabbed the snake bone sword and walked towards the pavilion.

The pavilion had long been dilapidated, and several stone pillars stood upright, with some faint magical aura on them, and it was these things that kept them uncollapsed or damaged even after a thousand years.

The pattern under the moss is exquisite.

Harry's glance flickered, his gaze resting on the last pillar, and in his senses, mixed with the delicate patterns, there was a symbol that was extremely glaring.

He stretched out his wand, contorted a sponge, and directed it to slowly wipe the moss off the pillar.

One is very sloppy, but you can see that it is a swallow with its arms spread and wings flying.

How did it end up here?

Harry looked surprised.

"Oh, this pattern, it's a little sloppy." The Sorting Hat said, "Maybe it's been eroded?" ”

Harry looked at the other pillars and began to search the garden again, but still found nothing.

Only on that pillar there is the only swallow totem, ancient, old, left thousands of years ago.

That's the mark that represents Healy.

The girl who has the blood of antiquity and can travel through time and space.

Has she been here?

"I don't think you'll find anything in the garden." The Sorting Hat earnestly suggested, "See the stone table in the center of the pavilion?" There's a crack in it, and you can guess what it does. ”

Harry shook his head and pulled his thoughts back.

No matter what, if you continue to try, you will always find out the results.

His gaze fell on the stone table that he had inspected several times, and he drew the Gryffindor sword, aimed it at the crack in the stone, and inserted it tightly.

A surge of magic came out.

It's been a thousand years, and the magic hasn't dissipated.

After a long while, the magic stopped, and on the Gryffindor Sword, there was an inexplicable fluctuation of magic power.

Harry shook it.

The navel was hooked, and the sky swirled, pulling him around in the blank and boundless space, making him feel like he was being stuffed into the washing machine and rolling a hundred and twenty times a minute.

Landing in the blink of an eye.

Harry staggered, casting an Alder in front of him.

"Hey, little Gryffindor, don't be so excited." A voice rang out, a little flustered, "It's just the portkey, didn't you learn it in Charms class?" ”

Harry looked up.

First of all, I looked at the surroundings, in a closed room, there were no windows, no doors, it should not be underground, there was no damp, cold feeling, the room was empty, there was no furniture, and there were no furnishings.

Immediately after, he turned his gaze in the direction where the voice came from.

It's a portrait.

Red-haired, green-eyed, burly and handsome male.

"Godric, why did you leave the portrait here?" The Sorting Hat exclaimed.

"Aha, you're here too?" Godric smiled lightly, "Five hundred years ago, I thought it would be our reunion. ”

"You should at least visit Hogwarts more." The Sorting Hat glanced at the tip of the hat, a little aggrieved.

Harry translates for it: "Before he met me, he was lonely, and he could only be a cat scratching board or chatting with a phoenix. ”

"Harry!" The Sorting Hat was shocked.

Godric laughed: "The covenant of the trial makes it impossible for me to leave here easily, and I also want to go back to Hogwarts to see, and I don't know what has become of it after a thousand years?" ”

"It's pretty good." Harry nodded, "Thriving, except for the powerful Dark Wizard who broke in in the first year, the basilisk when the second year was raging, and the Dementor surrounded in the third year, everything else is fine. ”

Godric was dumbfounded: "Hogwarts has become like this, the headmaster is really unqualified. ”

"Albus is excellent." The Sorting Hat gritted his teeth, "He has been the principal for almost forty years, and it is obvious that a series of things have happened since you entered the school, and this is your problem. ”

Harry's expression was serious: "So what's my problem?" ”

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

Godric understood, and he looked at Harry in surprise, "You're only in third year this year?" ”

Harry nodded.

"Godric, Harry is excellent." The Sorting Hat exclaimed proudly, "He drew the Gryffindor Sword when he entered the school, and you see how lion-like it looks." ”

Harry was stunned.

Godric whispered to him, "Eyes? Come over and show me. ”

Harry walked over.

He wondered, did Godric know something?

Godric looked at it for a long time, shook his head in the portrait, and whispered, "My dear hat, the lion does not have vertical eyes, but round eyes. ”

The Sorting Hat was shocked.

"Do my eyes remind you of anything?" Harry got straight to the point.

Thank you for the reward of Xu Xing~

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Thanks to ClauseS for the tip

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Thanks to the book friend 1256, good wings can't fly, blue is the sky, the wind is dead, and the person under the moon has passed away for the reward~

(End of chapter)