Is it Ciri?

She is the only one who can travel through the world and time, but why is she called the Lady of the Lake?

"I see." Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Have the Gawain Knights, and the other Knights of the Round Table, seen the man named the White Wolf?" What's his name, you know? ”

Godric shook his head: "No one has ever seen a white wolf. ”

"His name is unknown, but the name of the lady of the lake has been passed down."

Harry waited patiently as Godric cautiously spat out a name from his mouth, "Lady Ciri." ”

These two words pressed his heart down.

Sure enough, it was her.

Why would Ciri go back more than a thousand years, a time even older than Hogwarts, instead of coming to her own time?

Godric was still talking, and he had the same words as the Sorting Hat: "In the few legends, this lady Ciri is a witch with strange magic and a great master of swordsmanship. ”

"But a lot of people think Ciri isn't the mysterious lady's real name, and guess why?"

Harry shook his head, "Don't guess. ”

"You don't want to know?" Godric choked and coughed.

Harry nodded, "Please begin the formal trial." ”

"Let me finish." Godric was a little frustrated, "I haven't talked to anyone in years. ”

Harry didn't speak, just waved his hand.

Godric continued: "In the legend, there is another world besides ours, which is called the Land of Youth, and there is another name. ”

"Sid."

"It's a lot worse, it's not the same spelling." Harry pondered and shook his head.

Godric nodded helplessly: "But the legend is not like this, it is inevitable that there will be some deviations, five hundred years ago, I heard the little wizard say that there were rumors in the castle that Slytherin and Gryffindor were mortal enemies. ”

"We're friends, just ideas."

Harry interrupted, "I think you're going to be mortal enemies. ”

Godric was stunned.

"Remember when I was in the second grade, the basilisk was wreaking havoc in the castle." Harry asked.

Godric nodded, "Your life is really exciting right now. ”

"That's what Slytherin did." Harry whispered.

Godric had a blank look on his face: "What is a Slytherin, Salazar or a Slytherin little wizard?" ”

"Both." Harry replied.

Godric was even more dazed.

What do you call both?

The Sorting Hat sighed tactfully, "The basilisk was secretly left in the castle by Salazar, and he got a similar trial with you, but . . . His heir is to unleash the basilisk and kill all Muggle wizards. ”

"How dare he, how can he!" Godric exclaimed in surprise.

Harry clapped his hands and shrugged.

See, say it yourself.

The Sorting Hat poked Harry with the tip of its hat.

Godric took a moment before relieving: "Are there any students?"

"Fifty years ago there was a death because of this." Harry replied briefly, "There were no students last year, only one professor died, and that was the Lockhart I was talking about. ”

"Yes." Godric replied softly, in a calm tone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry shifted the subject: "Just let me officially begin the trial." ”

"Of course." Godric Noo's image.

Halfway through, he suddenly paused: "By the way, there is another thing I forgot to say." ”

Harry wondered.

"Although no one has ever seen Mr. White Wolf with their own eyes." Godric whispered, "But Miss Ciri has mentioned that she buried the White Wolf and his wife together in Avalon, the legendary ideal land away from the world. ”

White wolf?

Buried?

The combination of these two words provoked Harry's nerves, causing his eyelids to throb violently several times.

"Avalon." Harry repeated the name of the place.

Godric nodded, and removed his portrait completely, revealing a deeper layer, which was also a portrait, a simple landscape painting, a country road, in the dense forest, with scattered footsteps, horseshoe prints, and traces of wild beasts.

"Go, go through the portrait." Godric said softly, "There's a memory of mine hidden here, and I asked Rowena and Helga to help out and add something interesting. ”

"All you need to do is settle the troubles inside and find the Gryffindor Sword again, and you can inherit all my inheritance."

Harry nodded and walked forward, but his footsteps suddenly stopped: "By the way, did you build this garden back then?" ”

"Tell me quickly, if it's for a tryst with a witch." The Sorting Hat shouted, rightfully and loudly, "I don't even know about this garden!" ”

"I didn't build it." Godric shook his head, "Actually, it was in the Forbidden Forest very early. ”

"In the depths of such a dangerous forest, I really don't know who did it to build such a garden." Harry's face was expressionless, "Maybe she will think that when the explorer finally comes to the depths of the forest after overcoming many dangers and obstacles, and sees such a garden, she will naively think that this is a reward from heaven for the brave."

Godric's eyes widened.

Harry continued: "Overjoyed, and not thinking that there was any danger in this garden, he took the liberty of breaking in and resting under the pavilion. ”

Godric tilted his head to the side.

"My dear Mr. Gryffindor probably won't do it." Harry's face was expressionless, and he asked such an enthusiastic question as if reading.

Godric didn't answer.

The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "No, Harry, he's a Gryffindor!" ”

"How could you use 'she', in case it was built by a gentleman?" Godric hurriedly interrupted, changed the subject, and pretended to be very serious and asked.

Harry asked him, "If there was a beautiful flower, you and Lady Ravenclaw, who would wear it on their heads?" ”

"Of course it's me." Godric was very reasonable, "Isn't it a matter of course that a handsome man deserves the best flowers?" ”

"And Rowena doesn't like the 'useless' decorations very much, and the jewelry on her body is all magical items made by herself."

Harry opened his mouth.

The Sorting Hat poked him in a pitiful tone, "That was more than a thousand years ago, when Gryffindors loved to wear leggings. ”

Harry snorted.

Godric looked at them strangely, well-dressed, was there anything wrong?

"Mr. Gryffindor, in our time, flowers generally match women." Harry was expressionless.

Godric looked at Harry and nodded, "No wonder you don't have any accessories on you, I thought you didn't like it, just like Helga, a very simple person." ”

"I really don't like it either." Harry nodded, confirming his guess.

"You seem to care a lot about this garden." Godric poked his head out in the portrait.

Harry nodded bluntly.

"In fact, there are a few things left in this garden." Godric smiled mysteriously, "I've put them all in my relics, and if you want to get them, you'll have to pass my trial, this last level." ”

"For the sake of you chatting with me for so long, then I'll secretly remind you."

"In the trial, there may be something that interests you."

Relics in the garden

Harry thought that Ciri's prophetic powers might be something she foreshadowed.

Put things here and give them to yourself through Gryffindor?

I wish it were.

And will there be something that interests you in the trial?

A relic of the garden? Healy?

But how did Gryffindor come into contact with those things?

The doubts in my heart are getting bigger and bigger.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the portrait, raised his palm, and submerged in the portrait, he walked in slowly.

The magic penetrated through his body like a mist.

The light was dim in front of him, and he stepped into a dark tunnel.

Harry waved his wand.

A faint glow of light came out, illuminating the road in front of you—less like a cave, more like a long corridor, except that there were no walls on either side, silent and oppressive.

"Do you want me to sing a song?" After only a few steps, the Sorting Hat couldn't stand it.

Harry wasn't done yet, so he moved on.

Suddenly, a bright light pierced.

Harry raised his hand, put Quinn shield on himself, and with another wave of his wand, a piece of parchment flew out of the Sorting Hat and turned into owls, dragging him away.

After a while, the field of vision returns.

He found himself on the country road in the portrait, with no danger around, slowly landing, with a light touch of his wand, turning his robe into a scabbard, and carrying the snake bone sword on his back with him, and a little more on his face, his beard popping out.

Except that he is shorter, only sixty-five inches, and he can cope with it by being short.

Children, students, and unworldly travelers are the most likely to be in danger.

Harry bowed his head.

The latest horses' hooves and footprints all went ahead, and he followed forward, and after a while, he walked out of this dense forest.

In the distance, there is a Zhuangzi.

A few sloppy thatched huts, children playing on the paths, and a huge windmill not far from the village are slowly turning in the wind.

In a trance.

He seems to have returned to Willen.

But just similar, this should be Gryffindor the Great Britain of their time.

Harry walked into the village.

Immediately caught the attention of the men of the village, who stared warily at Harry, a strange, armored, sword-wielding man with "danger" written all over his body.

Harry walked to the end of the village and wandered back again.

The men of the village finally couldn't sit still, they raised their forks and pointed at Harry, "What the hell do you want to do, stranger, walking around our village. ”

Harry looked at him, "I'm a knight and looking for a place to drink and rest. ”

"Knight?" The men still didn't put down the pitchforks: "But what about your horse?" ”

"In the nearby woods, attacked by a wild beast." Harry watched their eyes, caught a flash of panic on their faces, paused for a moment, and then said, "I didn't kill that beast, it fled quickly. ”

The men's faces became more frightened.

It's a bit of a carvin, it's too fierce, and the thinking hasn't come up.

One shift before ten o'clock, one shift before twelve o'clock, and there must be four shifts tonight~

Thank you for your reward today~

Thank you for the big reward from Shushan Yali ~

Thank you for the tips of the little shark, Ryu Xingyue, and book friend 7368 who want to eat soft rice~

(End of chapter)