This ancient land of promises does not seem to have any traces of the passage of time.

The forest is very clean.

There are no fallen leaves, no dead branches, and every apple tree is full of life and stretched branches, and there are no insects or nests in sight.

But now in July, there is no fruit among the branches and leaves, not even green and unripe fruit.

Harry turned on the witcher's senses.

The rancid, foul smell of the Death Eaters was almost visible to him, and he followed his breath, rolled over and climbed up the tree, and surveyed them—the two Death Eaters on patrol, the Caro siblings, perhaps not as good as Azkaban since Harry had last seen them, or perhaps the price of getting here.

The two of them had withered faces like living dead.

There is the same smell as himself, the smell of death.

Harry wasn't in a hurry to attack them.

Continue to walk forward in the cloak of invisibility.

The Death Eaters were in pairs, patrolling the island, numb and stiff, like the Dementors of Uzkaban.

The Caro siblings seem to be the highest-ranking of the Death Eaters and closest to Voldemort.

There was no Bellatrix, and no Barty Crouch Jr. was seen.

Voldemort just wanted to rely on this group of people?

But it's just this group of people, they can't do it to peek into themselves under the cloak of invisibility.

From the outside, Avalon was small, but it was easy to walk, and Harry soon walked all over the land of apple trees, leaving only one last place untrodden - the middle of Avalon, an island in the middle of a lake with a huge apple tree.

The water of the lake is blue.

Harry put on his dragonskin gloves and reached out his hand, touching the surface of the water, staining some of the lake water, and passing it to the tip of his nose and sniffing it gently.

With a hint of apple.

He took off his gloves and tried to touch the lake again.

It is neither hot nor cold, it is dyed on the skin, bringing the most pleasant feeling, and it is not harmful to the skin, and even has some moisturizing effect.

After taking a bite, it was no different from ordinary lake water, and there was no discomfort in the body.

Safe.

Harry dived in to make sure that the blue water covered his body well before putting away his invisibility cloak and diving to the island in the middle of the lake, where he put on the invisibility cloak again and dried his clothes and footprints.

in the senses.

There are only three breaths on this island in the middle of the lake, none of which are the rancid smell of the Death Eaters, nor the complex smell that belongs to Tom. One was in the tree, full of majestic breath of life, and the other two were under the tree, familiar, familiar with Harry's memories hidden deep in his mind.

He crept over.

In just a few steps, I saw something in my field of vision.

Under the tree, two people were lying.

Time stopped on them, silently.

Harry stared dumbfounded.

Geralt, who has white hair but is young and handsome, and Yennefer, who has black hair and robes, they are here, and they are here.

Are you asleep?

Still is

He suddenly felt some uneasiness in his heart, and he quickened his pace and walked over.

Two people under the tree, no breath, no heart.

It's like dying.

Harry tried to reach out.

Suddenly, a white light shot from the apple tree, towards Harry, who was covered in an invisibility cloak.

He rolled and dodged in time.

The white light disappeared into the land, silently, and did not seem to have the slightest lethality.

The first blow missed, followed by a second white light.

Harry didn't dare to resist, and in his senses, the white light gave him a great threat.

He continued to dodge.

The source of white light is incessant, and it is as dense as a torrential rain.

Harry swung his wand, underneath his robe, and sprang out with a thud, turning into a razor-sharp sword that stabbed into the apple tree.

A holy, vigorous creature jumped out of the tree.

Horse body, single horn.

It's a unicorn, but it's completely different from the unicorns of this world, and it has an extremely powerful aura on it.

It roared under its breath, gouging its hooves and standing in front of the two men.

Harry looked at it in a daze, thought of something, and whispered, "Ibarraquax, pony?" ”

Ciri had told him it was a long time ago.

She said she had a unicorn friend she met in the Koraz Desert, and they had a hard time together and formed a strong friendship.

It had something to do with Geralt and Yennefer, and Harry thought of it immediately.

The unicorn stopped, tilting its head in hesitation.

"Ciri?" Harry called out another name.

The unicorn looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm Ciri's brother, Harry, she must have mentioned me?" Harry slowed down and whispered, "I'm also a witcher, a wolf witcher. ”

The unicorn's gaze fell on Harry's chest, on the griffin pendant Hermione had given him.

"Oh, it's not a badge." Harry looked down and looked at it with him, thinking about it, it was too difficult to explain, so he simply sighed, "Well, even if I'm from the Griffin School, shouldn't you be more at ease?" ”

The unicorn nodded.

"I'm friends with the two guys you protect." Harry tried to get closer, "Geralt is like my father, and Yennefer is my sister. ”

The unicorn's eyes changed.

"I know their relationship." Harry immediately changed his tune, "But you know what would happen if I called Mother Yennefa, or Auntie. ”

The unicorn moved some distance to the side.

Harry approached reassuringly and looked at the two of them, "What's going on with them now?" Dead, or alive? ”

The unicorn nodded.

"Still alive?" Harry rummaged through the Sorting Hat, "Let me try. ”

He took out a bottle of potion, uncorked it, and half-crouched in front of Geralt to pour it in.

The unicorn reached over and arched Harry's hand, sniffing at the mouth of the bottle to make sure the potion was harmless, before retracting its head, as if a little shocked at when the witcher had started using a potion with no side effects.

The bright red potion is poured in.

But it didn't make any difference.

Geralt was still asleep.

"Did Ciri say when they would wake up?" Harry asked.

The unicorn looked at the apple tree beside him.

"Bearing fruit?" Harry thought for a moment, guessing what he thought.

The unicorn nodded.

"How do you make the fruit come out?" Harry asked.

The unicorn wandered, uneasily gouging its hooves, and after a long moment, it suddenly spoke: "I don't know. ”

Harry was surprised: "You can talk?" ”

"Of course I will." The unicorn shook his head, "I just don't want to, Apple Island needs the approval of the fairies to bear fruit, but they are stingy, I have communicated with them, and they refuse." ”

"And"

"About fifty years ago, a good-looking, but very evil guy broke into this place, and had a conflict with the fairies, and they had a fight, and all the fairies disappeared, and he even wanted to attack the two people that Ciri wanted to protect, but I drove them away!"

Speaking of the back, it's proud.

"Voldemort." Harry spat out a long name.

He looked up at the sky, and there was no trace of magic.

Since entering the island.

Except for the Death Eaters, he didn't see Voldemort.

Where is he?

It's impossible, just let the Death Eaters in, he knows, no matter how bad his state is, it's not something that a few or a dozen Death Eaters can deal with.

"But the fairies told me." The unicorn stepped on his hooves, "If one day they disappear and someone with justice comes and lets him dive to the bottom of the lake, um. Just talk to him about this and he'll understand what it means. ”

"Do you understand?"

Harry nodded, expressionless: "If it weren't for the Britons, I'm afraid I'd be really confused." ”

"Let me go find the Sword in the Lake?"

Legend has it that after King Arthur's sword in the stone broke, he was guided by the great magician Merlin to come to the holy lake, sincerely repented, and was given the sword in the lake by the fairy of the lake.

Is this the holy lake?

Harry got up and looked at the blue lake, "Did anyone else be here before I came?" ”

The unicorn nodded.

"What did he do?" Harry asked.

The unicorn shook his head.

Harry was stunned: "Nothing was done. ”

The unicorn trotted aside, right on the edge of the lake, and stomped on its hooves.

Harry understood, "You mean, he stood here for a long time and then left without doing anything?" ”

The unicorn ran back and snorted happily.

Harry was silent, staring at the lake, taking a deep breath, feeling the breath in the air, on the island in the middle of the lake, only these three breaths remained the same, but in the distance, there was a vague, elusive magic.

Step closer.

The breath was still obscure and vague.

Walking to the lake, Harry stretched out his hand and pulled it gently, and the magic was revealed, and a fist-sized eye was also revealed, just on the surface of the lake, far away from the island in the middle of the lake, looking at and monitoring the island from afar.

Voldemort was careful.

He knew that Harry's senses were acute, so he didn't set any magic on the island and watched from afar.

Harry's palm squeezed the magic into pieces, snapping, and the eyeball shattered.

"Can Geralt and Yennefer get out of here?" Harry frowned.

The unicorn didn't speak, didn't move, just watched him quietly.

Harry let out a breath, knowing that he had asked a nonsense question, and time stood still in Avalon, allowing the two to survive.

This is something you can see at a glance.

Of course

Voldemort could also tell it at a glance.

It's just that Harry is curious.

Why are they so badly injured.

Left behind in the battle with the Wild Hunt after he left?

"I see." Harry took a deep breath and patted the unicorn on the neck, "Protect them both, I'll go find a way to get the apple tree to bear fruit." ”

He walked towards the lake, clenched his wand, and pulled out the "Killer Whale" potion.

Voldemort was really good at capitalizing on the general trend.

Whether he's done, or when he was in second grade, or now.

He must be very proud by now.

I dug the pit, stood at the mouth of the pit, was open, frank, and waited for myself, and then saw myself embarrassed, but I had to jump down.

(End of chapter)