Horses galloping, dust in the clouds.

Startled a group of birds and a few small beasts.

The Sorting Hat hummed a small tune, its voice relaxed, "It's been a long time since this happened, a thousand years ago, when Hogwarts wasn't famous, and Godric took me with him when they had to go out looking for students." ”

The corners of Harry's mouth curled slightly.

Yes, he hasn't been like this in a long time.

On the way, Harry asks the Sorting Hat about this era.

I plucked a handful of leaves, turned them into silver pennies, and put them in my hat.

The Transfiguration Creation Horse does not have that sense of heart-to-heart connection, but it also has the advantage of being tireless.

The portrait world is unusually real.

Time flows at the same speed as in the real world, and the sun sinks in the west, stretching their shadows long.

It wasn't until dark that they reached the village with the rumored relics of Galahad.

The village is much larger, and there is even a small square with a burned-out bonfire, and just next to it, a tavern with signs of malt and grapes swaying slightly in the wind.

This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

The tavern is always the best place to find information, there are many people, and most of them will be more unable to control their mouths than normal after drinking too much, and the alcohol will numb their brains.

It's like George and Fred, when they drink too much, they like to hug Percy and confide in all the pranks they have done to him.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

There were quite a few people in the tavern, and the knights with swords sat in the best positions, followed by the rangers, who sat at the long clean tables, and at a glance, the villagers, the peasants, dressed up, sat in the corners, discussing and whispering.

His arrival attracted the attention of many people.

"A glass of mead." Harry walked over to the bar and pulled out a silver penny and placed it on the table.

The hostess's eyes lit up, and she carefully poured a glass for Harry.

Taking a sip, Harry couldn't help but frown.

The wine wasn't bad, but he was whiskeyed and vodka by Wood's whiskey.

"The guests are coming from afar?" The proprietress pads her feet.

But Harry's whole body was shrunk in the shadows, making it difficult for her to see the appearance of this not very tall guest.

"You're asking, am I here for Galahad's relics?" Harry took a sip of her drink, spurring her thoughts.

He took out another silver penny and placed it on the table: "I will let you earn this money." ”

The hostess put her hand on the money, but did not speak.

Harry raised an eyebrow and pulled out another one, "It's all my patience. ”

"That's enough." The proprietress nodded and put away all three pennies.

She lowered her voice, "Galahad's relics have something to do with the Lady of the Lake." ”

Lady of the Lake?

Harry's eyes became serious, and he sat in the shadows, straightening up.

"It's in that lake not far from here." The proprietress continued, "Many people have been there, but unfortunately none of them have been favored by the Lady of the Lake, but the famous wizard Godric Gryffindor, he."

Suddenly, a knight came up with a wine glass.

He added to the conversation in a flirtatious tone: "It's ridiculous, isn't it?" The sword of King Arthur, the greatest of mankind, was given to a wizarding freak by the Lady of the Lake. ”

"Maybe the Lady of the Lake is a witch?" Harry replied to him with a blank expression.

The knight was stunned for a moment and laughed: "You said that the lady of the lake is a goblin, and she is more reliable than a witch, when will those wizards who are chattering with gods also forge weapons?" ”

"Ever seen a goblin?" Harry asked him.

The knight shook his head: "No, but I've seen the crafts of the elves." ”

His gaze rested on the armor Harry was wearing.

"Only skilled knights can win the favor of goblins." There was a little envy in his tone.

"Where's that lake?" Harry looked at the hostess.

"Not far away, to the northwest, at the entrance to the valley called Qom Puka." The knight gave the address before the proprietress could speak.

The proprietress frowned: "I won't give the money to you." ”

"Of course." The knight nodded, but his gaze was fixed on Harry.

Harry put his glass down, "You want to come with me to find Galahad's relics?" ”

The knight readily admitted, "Yes. ”

"I can see that you are very strong, that you can be recognized by the elves, and forge your armor and weapons, and your sword, which doesn't seem to be an ordinary sword? A sword with the magical power of goblins? ”

"If I have the chance, please let me follow you on this journey."

Harry didn't speak, but thought quietly.

He had always remembered very well that this trial was a Gryffindor memory.

Then the appearance of this knight should also be the same as Gryffindor once encountered, just like he treats himself now, and asks Gryffindor to follow him.

"Thanks, I don't think so." Thinking of this, Harry decisively refused.

The knight's face turned ugly.

Harry stood up and walked out the door.

The knight strode and stopped his way: "No, please consider me"

At a glance, he saw Harry's eyes, those amber cat eyes, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, hitting his head on the bar, his arm sweeping, the glass being pushed over, the wine sliding, and flowing all over the bar.

Harry quickened his pace, walked out of the pub, mounted his horse, and left the village.

"Not taking a break tonight?" "That village is a good choice, I haven't slept in a long time. ”

"Didn't Gryffindor tell you?" Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat was stunned: "What did you say?" ”

"This part of his past has been betrayed." Harry was succinct.

The Sorting Hat hunched over his waist and tried to recall: "It seems that there is such a past? Wait, how do you know, I almost forgot! ”

"It's a trial." Harry whispered, "Nothing comes for nothing. ”

"I said Mr. Gryffindor was a lot like Lockhart."

"It's just that the level of narcissism is similar, and he's far from being a vulgar guy like Lockhart."

Speaking of which, Harry made his own guess.

"The first village, is it a Gryffindor, or a reminder from the Hufflepuff lady?"

"If it weren't for me, it's probably hard for a normal little wizard to think of hiding his identity, or hiding it in a loophole, and those people would catch the little wizard, or kill him directly, or use it to blackmail Miss Hufflepuff."

"As for this village, it was for me to understand the nature of the trial, to find the relics of Galahad, like Gryffindor."

"They seem to like the ritual that when they entered the first year, the young wizards would take a boat like the Big Four had discovered Hogwarts, and now, here, I'm going to go on a journey like Gryffindor."

"That knight, the man Gryffindor met back then, he said it from the beginning, he hated Gryffindor, he hated wizards very much."

"But he actually followed Gryffindor, and what the result was, I think Sirius can guess."

The Sorting Hat sighed, "So you didn't stay in the village because he saw your eyes?" ”

"Hmm." Harry nodded, his tone a little embarrassed, "They have a lot of ill will towards wizards. ”

It's almost time to catch up with the malice he's suffered.

The horse galloped fast.

By the time dawn came, Harry rushed to the valley.

Mist shrouded the valley, and a magical force enveloped the entrance, but of course, this magical enchanted valley was not the destination of Harry's trip.

The lake in front of the valley also contains magic, a magic called "beauty".

The deep blue surface of the lake, even if the wind blows, does not have a ripple, smooth as a polished sapphire mirror, from the lake, the reflection of the towering Iwaidfa mountain range, standing on the earth, becoming the staunch guardian of this lake.

Harry dismounted and led it over.

A small boat docked on the shore, as if waiting for his arrival.

Phew-

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the nearby woods, the movement of the bowstring tightening and loosening, and the arrows flew quickly towards Harry.

Harry ducked back from his horse.

The arrow was nailed to the horse, but no blood came out and the horse did not react.

Harry waved his wand, and it turned back into a stone, holding it in front of him.

"Look, I'll just say he's a wizard!" The knight's shout in the tavern rang out high.

He came out of the woods with a team of knights in full armor on horseback.

Staring at the boulder where Harry was hiding.

"Outliers! Be judged! A bald knight shouted, "You strange creature doesn't deserve the relics of one of humanity's greatest knights!" ”

Harry sighed, "Do you know what I'm most trying to say right now?" ”

"What?" The Sorting Hat was stunned.

"Mr. Gryffindor, it seems a little too deliberate." There was no tone in Harry's words, very cold.

The Sorting Hat still didn't quite understand.

In the distance, the knight's hooves rang out, charging at Harry.

Harry waved his wand unhurriedly, "Last night, I left the tavern and went straight here, without stopping or getting lost on the way. ”

The dark stones of the lake twisted and surged out like vines, rushing towards the knights.

"I'm already the fastest I can."

"But these people can still be faster than me, and ambush here." Harry snorted, "And, to my senses, this group of people appeared out of nowhere, and there had never been so many big piles in the woods before. ”

"Do you have to let a young wizard experience the scene of his betrayal?"

One by one, the vines bound the mortal knights, rolled them up, and lifted them high, while the horses under their crotches tripped and fell to the ground.

Harry drew his serpent sword and walked slowly over to the group of knights, looking at the one he had met in the tavern, his face full of horror.

It's still a bit of a Kavin~

Today I promise to work hard to write out four more~

Reward a piece of gratitude in the evening, I first figured out how to write

(End of chapter)