It was the second time Harry had heard the word.

Avalon?

He wasn't interested in the fabled Ideal Country, but Gryffindor's mouth, where the White Wolf and his wife were buried, and even if he hadn't, the word had come out of Ciri's mouth, and that place was worth looking for.

Where is it?

Harry was about to try to speak, to see if he could communicate with Ciri's vision.

The illusion dissipated.

This hasty meeting came to an abrupt end.

The Gryffindor sword in Harry's hand hummed slightly, and a breath poured out of the ruby of the hilt, happily wrapped around his hand, and then, it disappeared.

He had no surprises.

Instead, follow this connected breath and look up.

After meeting the knights, he had a guess and said something like that with the Sorting Hat—"He's playing Gryffindor." ”

The final trial is a ritual.

Like Year 1 following in the footsteps of the Big Four, here he is, following in the footsteps of Gryffindor.

From Godric Gryffindor, to Harry Potter.

Gold and red rays shot out of the lake, opening a curtain across the sky, on which the coat of arms of Gryffindor House was projected.

It slowly pulls away.

Gryffindor rode out of the curtain on a white horse and landed in front of Harry, the vanished sword at his waist.

He stepped down from the white horse, unsheathed his sword, held it in both hands, and handed it to Harry: "I, Godric Gryffindor, recognize you as a worthy and excellent heir, and will you inherit my glory and maintain and carry it forward?" ”

"I thought you'd deny me." Harry reached out and solemnly took the Gryffindor sword.

Godric's face froze: "At this time, you shouldn't say such things that ruin the atmosphere." ”

"I'm really confused." Harry looked serious.

Godric turned his head and looked at the other side, which was blocked by the fog and could not be seen: "You mean Holson, right?" ”

"He's the knight I killed?" Harry asked.

Godric nodded: "Well, my original choice, as you said, spared him. ”

As he spoke, he paused, and his tone became strange: "I won't be the magic spell that modifies memories, in fact, even if I could, I wouldn't modify the memories of their brains into someone else." ”

"Although, if I had to choose now, I might have changed what they remembered me to Salazar."

"Looks like there was an unpleasant experience after that?" Harry tucked the Gryffindor Sword back into the Sorting Hat.

Godric's expression froze: "It's very unpleasant." ”

"When I got the Galahad relics and Holson revealed them, the Muggles wanted me, and I had to live a rather miserable life until I met Rowena, and with her wisdom, I was able to solve these problems."

"If you had to do it again." Harry spoke.

Godric understood what he meant, and shook his head: "I still won't choose to kill him, but I will use magic to cover up, at least the identity of the wizard will not tell him, except for the hatred of the wizard, Holson is a very good person." ”

"But I don't reject your choice."

"This kind of punishment is not too much for him."

He looked at Harry with a complicated look in his eyes: "If you want to kill others, you will definitely get the backlash of death, but you are only in the third year"

"I don't have parents." Harry replied to him calmly.

Godric was stunned.

The Sorting Hat explained to him, "Harry was an orphan and his life at his aunt's house was not going well before he went to school. ”

"He has always been more mature, more decisive, and more intelligent than his peers, and even more than many adult wizards."

"Sorry, I don't know." Godric's expression became ashamed, "I thought that after so many years, the outside world should be safer, I heard the one from five hundred years ago say that order is much better than ours."

"It's really safe." Harry replied, "I don't know much about the other grades, but I'm the only one in the entire third year who is an orphan. ”

Godric's face was even more distorted.

He wanted to slap himself in the face.

Obviously I want to be comforted, why has the situation gotten worse?

"It's fine." Harry comforted him, "Don't take it personally, it's true. ”

Godric sighed and said, "Harry, you are better than I thought, if I were you, I am afraid I would not be like you." ”

Harry shook his head and changed the subject: "I look at that relic in Galahad, there is a lady demonstrating swordsmanship, and you learned your swordsmanship from her?" ”

"Yes." Godric nodded and smiled, "She must be the Lady of the Lake that Galahad met, I learned my swordsmanship from her, and this thing is among my relics." ”

"If you want to continue to improve your swordsmanship, she will be a good reference."

She mentioned Avalon at the end. Harry asked, "Mr. Gryffindor, have you tried to find it?" ”

Godric shook his head, "We tried to find it, and Helga and I originally wanted to build Hogwarts, even though we hadn't decided on the name of the school of witchcraft and wizardry, in Avalon. ”

"Muggles are becoming more and more malicious towards wizards, and the conflict is growing, and we need to keep the young wizards safe."

"But we never found it."

"Salazar built a castle in the Scottish Highlands, his magic was strong, and the castle was safe, so we set up a school there."

"You want to find it?" After a brief remark, Godric looked at Harry.

Harry smiled lightly, "The legendary Ideal Village, according to the Lady of the Lake, does exist, why not try to find it?" ”

"Then I hope you'll find out." Godric sent his blessing, he took out his wand and waved it lightly.

A picture frame appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

"Then I'll send you away."

Harry burrowed into the portrait, and as soon as it was dark, he re-entered the dark passage and walked on, almost quickly, back to the airtight room.

Godric moved his portrait away.

A closet was revealed, which contained some things, a large number of books, and some rare materials, and even after a thousand years, it was still filled with a powerful wave of magical power.

And the wooden box that caught Harry's eye the most, it was even older and older than he remembered.

When the Sorting Hat saw these things, he couldn't help but wail, "Oh no! ”

It hooked the tip of its hat to the brim of its own hat and curled up as much as it could.

Harry pulled it open and shoved the books inside.

Wait until everything is loaded.

The Sorting Hat burped vividly, "Harry, let's discuss, how about you go buy a bag for the Traceless Stretching Charm, I'm the hat!" ”

Godric looked at the Sorting Hat and thoughtfully said, "I didn't think the hat could be used like this." ”

"Thank you so much for not expecting that." The Sorting Hat sighed aggrievedly, "I'd rather be a cat scratcher than a cat."

"Don't worry, go back today or tomorrow, and you'll be able to see Crook Mountain." Harry patted him and looked back at the Gryffindor sword in the middle of the room.

It's different from what it used to be.

The sword became more intimate, in tune with his own breath, and became like a wand.

And on it, there was a magic, the same magic in the pavilion, which was cast with the spell of "Portkey".

Until this moment, the sword really belongs to itself.

"Although I was mentally prepared." Godric sighed.

Harry turned his head back, "You've been preparing for a thousand years. ”

Godric was stunned: "After all, it is one of my closest companions. ”

"Then the other partner must be me." The Sorting Hat stood proudly.

"A wand, obviously." Without thinking, Harry gave the answer.

A hint of panic flashed across Godric's face: "Of course, the Sorting Hat is also one of my close companions. ”

The Sorting Hat shouted, "Godric, what's the matter with your face!" You didn't have me in your heart just now! ”

"No, I'm just from a weapons perspective." Godric argued, "You're not a weapon, you're my beloved hat." ”

"But you only have me as a hat." The Sorting Hat had a low voice.

What else Godric wanted to say.

Harry interrupted their conversation, "Flirting can wait a while. ”

Godric raised an eyebrow: "That kind of word doesn't fit me and my hat." ”

"Do you want me to take you back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, "Or are you going to go back to Hogwarts on your own?" ”

Godric's tone was grinning: "I'm just a painting now, how can I get back to the castle?" Do you want to have a pair of legs out of the frame? ”

"Shuttle into another painting." Harry spoke.

Godric's eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

"Godric: They didn't have that spell in their day." The Sorting Hat swayed, "If I could have seen him in the castle, he wasn't the man who could stand loneliness." ”

Godric clenched his fists in the portrait: "I should have asked that student five hundred years ago!" ”

Harry didn't speak, and raised his hand to remove the portrait of Gryffindor.

With the exclamations of Godric and the Sorting Hat, he rolled up the canvas and tucked it into his hat.

Walk up to the Gryffindor sword and grasp the hilt with both hands.

The belly button was hooked, and the familiar feeling of the world was spinning.

Harry rolled over, put a Quinn shield on himself, and looked up to see that the Portkey had not sent him to the abandoned garden, but to the open space outside the castle where he and Dumbledore had trained.

The ban at Hogwarts seems to have had no effect on Gryffindor.

It's good that you don't have to rush yourself.

Harry waved his wand, conjured a boat, and slowly drifted towards the castle.

Someone sat alone on the grass on the other side of the lake with a book in his hand, reading, and from time to time looked up at the Forbidden Forest, as if waiting for something.

The plot of the dungeon is over, and the plot of HP begins.

Wow, I cried out

(End of chapter)