Godric looked.

What kind of eyes are these.

Amber, erect, sharp and sharp. Brain Occlumency and Soul Retrieval make these eyes deeper, and the background of the void behind the bright galaxy.

This makes him feel like he is being spied on, even if he is a portrait.

"You're asking if I've ever seen a pair of eyes like yours?" Godric asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, "Seen?" ”

"Nope." Godric shook his head.

Harry's eyes flanked, "But you've heard of it?" ”

Godric nodded: "Of course, as a powerful enough wizard, I have heard and seen many things, do you want to know?" ”

"Thank you very much." Harry thanked him.

"Then let's take this news as a lottery head." Godric smiled, "I'll add an extra level for you temporarily, and as soon as you pass, I'll tell you the news, how about it?" ”

"If you don't make it, it's proof you're not ready to know the news."

"Of course, you can refuse this extra level and go on to the real trial."

Harry nodded, "What's the test?" ”

"Beat me." Godric raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wider.

Harry was expressionless, raising his wand and pointing it at the portrait.

"Nope! It's not a portrait of me! Godric's eyes widened and he shook his head, "I thought you would be startled, but what I mean, you have to face me personally, not my portrait." ”

"Aren't you afraid to fight Gryffindor?"

"Harry has always been afraid of the sky and the earth." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "He had just entered the school when he met a troll and killed it!" ”

Godric looked at him in amazement.

The Sorting Hat teased and continued, "Remember the time when you were drunk, you had to duel a troll with a sword, and it took a lot of effort to kill it, and you didn't solve it as quickly as Harry. ”

"That time I was drunk." Godric accentuated.

"A drunken Gryffindor can't even compare to an eleven-year-old wizard?" Harry spoke calmly.

Godric was stunned, and he looked at the Sorting Hat, "Has this little wizard always spoken in this way?" ”

The Sorting Hat is pointed.

"Thankfully, I'm just thinking about it now." Godric muttered, waving his hand in the portrait.

Boom.

A wall shook violently, twisted and opened, and with a few clangs, a suit of armor came out, the Gryffindor sword in his hand.

"Allow me to proudly introduce it." Godric's tone was proud, "This is an alchemical product that I made with Rowena, and it can become a thinking body for a short time. ”

"Of course, it has its flaws, and it's still very different from what I'm really capable of."

"As part of the trial of the little wizard, it is still more than enough."

On the portrait, magic surges.

A breath flowed, from portraits to armor.

Godric's portrait becomes static, old, and unremarkable.

And the armor came to life, it swung its limbs and jumped up actively.

"Godric?" Harry asked tentatively.

Armor nodded, "It's me." ”

"A magical item like the Sorting Hat?" Harry looked at the armor and then at the portrait.

"Of course, Harry, you're good, I wish you could defeat me and bring my portrait back to the castle, it's too boring, the hat can be used as a cat scratcher, I don't even have a cat." ”

"Godric!" The Sorting Hat snorted in shame.

"Do you want me to lend you a wand?" Harry asked, and he put away the wand that Sirius had snatched.

Armor shook his head, "I can't use a wand to cast spells." ”

As he spoke, it shook the sword in his hand, "And, don't forget that I'm a Gryffindor, and I know how to do swordsmanship in addition to magic." ”

"Be careful, little wizard, even if Salazar is against my swordsmanship, it will be a headache."

Harry pulled his Sorting Hat and pulled out the Serpentbone Sword, longer and thicker than the Gryffindor Sword, and took a stand, "Unfortunately, I'm also good at swordsmanship. ”

"It's surprising that you've been an admirer of mine since you were a child?" Armor was surprised and said, "Wizards don't learn to use swordsmanship. ”

Harry stepped forward with his sword and slashed at it, "You remind me of Lockhart. ”

Armor was excited, and he held his sword to meet him: "As wizards, do we want a duel between knights?" It's a good feeling. ”

When one person and one armor are about to match.

With a wave of his wand, Harry's robe changed, and he quickly tied his armoured hands, tugged hard, pulled his arms behind his back, and tied a beautiful bow.

"Lockhart was the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts last year." The Sorting Hat duly introduced, "A male wizard with an empty head, no skills, who only talks about Harry as his fan." ”

"He's also handsome."

In the armor, Godric's voice was shocked: "You actually use magic!" ”

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

After tying his armoured hands, Harry didn't continue to use his sword, but instead chanted the spell.

An explosion sounded.

The armor was badly damaged, and the abdomen and head were sunk hard, crumbling and still hanging together.

"You remind me of Salazar." Godric sighed, and the temperature on the armor rose suddenly, and with a snort, the strip of cloth ignited, burned to ashes and fell, and it also regained its freedom, swinging a sword, stabbing Harry in the abdomen from a tricky angle.

Harry's horizontal sword slammed down, clanged, and slammed into each other.

Spells, swordsmanship.

They are both very good at both, and they are also very experienced, and the combination of magic and swordsmanship is ingenious.

The Sorting Hat hummed a cheerful medieval ditty.

Jamming gunpowder, explosions, deformed cringes, and the rhythm of swords.

"You're really astonishing me." Armor laughed, it had lost an arm, and a piece of its breastplate had been torn apart, "I have to admit, just from the combat side, you are already a good heir." ”

"You're surprising to me too." Harry responded to him, "Such a great swordsmanship. ”

Not only excellent, but homologous.

There were some changes, like the changes he made to his swordsmanship in order to fight, to match spells. Gryffindor had also made some changes to the sword technique he had learned.

But in the eyes of a master of swordsmanship.

No matter how many changes there are, it's just wearing different clothes and different accessories, and its essence is there, and it hasn't changed.

He saw the shadow of Viselmir, the swordsmanship instructor of all the wolf witchers.

I also saw the shadow of Cohen, he is a powerful witcher of the griffin school, a long time ago, when Ciri was just brought back to Kyl Mohan by Geralt, he came to Kyl Mohan for the winter and taught Ciri and Harry some swordsmanship.

There is also Geralt's shadow.

Both Harry and Ciri loved Geralt's elegant "art".

Harry and Ciri have a teacher in common.

But they all have their own style.

Harry is more like Cohen, his sigil is more powerful than the average witcher, while Ciri, more like Geralt, is light and elegant.

The armor is used for Ciri's swordsmanship.

"This sentence should be given to you as well." The armor raised its hand, and the shattered shape-shifting creature twisted into a giant and slammed down on Harry.

Alder!

Invisible ripples across the Colossus.

The armor slammed into the armor as well, and Harry swung his sword and slammed it into the helmet, clattering and falling to the ground with a loud noise.

The Colossus still wants to continue attacking.

"That's it." Harry's face was expressionless, "After the living are missing an arm and a big hole in their chest, it is impossible for them to continue fighting, for your sake, I have endured it, and now that my head is off, do you want to continue fighting?" ”

The Colossus dispersed, clattering and falling with a bit of rubble.

The armor walked over, put his head back on, walked back to the portrait, put his palm on it, and the portrait came alive again: "What a pity, if only I could fight you with my real body." ”

Harry looked at him, "Well, please tell me the news." ”

"Okay, okay." Godric sighed, "I haven't seen your eyes, but I've heard a legend. ”

Harry listened.

"Do you know King Arthur?" Godric asked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't think there's a single Briton who doesn't know about him." ”

"And what about Galahad?" Godric asked again.

Harry was stunned and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Hogwarts only teaches the history of magic, not ordinary people. ”

"Galahad, one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table." Godric introduced, "He is the purest virgin knight, the only one who can hold the Holy Grail, and Helga's Golden Cup is made of imitation of the Holy Grail." ”

"He once set out on a journey in search of the Holy Grail, and while passing through the Enchanted Valley of Qom Puka, he met a lady of the lake."

"Mythology, the Lady of the Lake will bestow the sword on those she approves."

Harry was stunned.

There are also Lady of the Lake in this world?

"But Galahad didn't get a gift from the Lady of the Lake." Godric continued, "On the other hand, he won the favor of the Lady of the Lake, and he brought her back to Camelot, where he met King Arthur, and told him a legend. ”

"One of them, the White Wolf, has the same cat-like eyes as you in the depiction of the Lady of the Lake."

Harry was silent for a moment, "This kind of story doesn't exist in the records of Peverell and the Black family, how do you know that?" ”

"I'm a descendant of Gawain." Godric laughed proudly, "The noblest, most virtuous, most perfect chief knight of the round table." ”

"A lot of ordinary people's history, wizards don't bother to know, the Lady of the Lake helped Queen Arthur to eventually leave, she said she was going to another world, leaving only this legend and her superb swordsmanship."

"My swordsmanship is inherited from her."

Three watches at nine o'clock in the evening~

And, Gryffindor is a descendant of Gawain

Everything else is official, such as the time when Galahad met the Lady of the Lake.

Thanks to the nine fat orange cats for the tip~

Thank you for the tips of the little evil spirits of Fangtu, Liuxingyue, and the Tower of Babel~

(End of chapter)