Hariza plunged into the lake.

The killer whale potion sent him through the water.

The bottom of the lake is much cleaner than the Black Lake, there are no boots thrown in by the students, no dusty necklaces, sculptures, portraits, not even messy dead branches and gravel, just the right arc, a few swaying and swaying delicate aquatic plants, there is a kind of delicacy of Professor Sprout's bonsai.

Even the sunlight spilled in unhindered, spreading evenly everywhere at the bottom of the lake.

The sword in the lake sank in the southwest corner.

Harry had no trouble finding it.

Avalon was so focused on loving everything he loved but the sword.

Underwater, rust was mottled, the water twisted its shadows, and the smell of ancient magic hung over it.

Harry waved his wand.

Detect the magic above, there is no portkey, no black magic, and no hidden magic.

He flicked his sorting hat, took out a mouse, and put a bubble head charm on it, and the levitation charm drove it away, touching the rotten body of the sword in the lake, touching the hilt of the loose linen binding, and nothing happened.

Safe and secure.

Harry grabbed the hilt of his sword.

The magic surged, and a brilliant light emerged from the hilt of the sword, pointing in one direction—directly below the island in the middle of the lake. Harry swam past with his sword, and under the island in the middle of the lake was a huge root system, and where the light led, there was an unpretentious stone tablet with a small gap in it.

Harry plunged his sword in.

The lake poured back and poured in with him.

In the flow of water, there was a boom, and the open stele was closed again.

The light was still pouring in unhindered, and Harry got up from the ground, waved his wand, dried himself, and stood still, carefully surveying his surroundings.

It was a room, empty.

There were a couple of dummies in the corner, but nothing else.

"Enter Avalon, you who are between life and death." A female voice sounded softly, "Are you also following in the footsteps of King Arthur?" ”

Harry shook his head, "No, I just want apples to grow from the trees in Avalon." ”

"Coming for the golden apple?" The female voice smiled, "I thought that a swordsman like you would want to get the Holy Sword more. ”

Harry sniffed and turned on the witcher's senses, "There are two people on the island, and I want to revive them." ”

"Other than that, I'm really more interested in the sword in the lake."

"They?" The female voice was low, "For friendship? Not profit-driven. ”

With her voice, magic surged through the room, like facing the Mirror of Eris in the first grade.

"Oh, you're honest and not lying."

"There aren't many people like you now."

Harry's eyes were fixed on one place, and he suddenly interrupted her, "Won't you come out?" ”

The female voice was stunned.

The wall twisted, and a lady in a spiral white robe walked out, holding a jar in her arms, and her face was a little pale: "Can you find me?" ”

"Where there is magic, there must be traces." Harry replied.

The lady looked up and down, a little surprised: "You're a wizard?" ”

A wizard in leather armor with two swords? It was the first time she had seen it.

"How can we revive those two men and feed them the golden apples when they grow?" Harry asked her.

The lady raised her head, looked at smallpox, and shook her head: "Golden apples can make the living immortal, but they cannot raise the dead. ”

Harry chuckled inwardly.

"But don't worry, they're not quite dead yet." The lady chuckled and lowered her gaze back, "They are not creatures of this world, the realm of death cannot govern them, and the little girl who sent them here is very smart and powerful, she can play with time and space, and fix the two people in this moment forever until they are resurrected." ”

Harry's face was solemn.

"As for the resurrection, when the Avalon Apple is concluded, all living beings belonging to Avalon will be reborn, grow, and mature."

Harry took a deep breath, "Belonging to Avalon? ”

"Geralt and Yennefer, they don't seem to belong"

The lady shook her head: "They belong." ”

"The girl made a vow with Avalon, and those two belonged to Avalon before the resurrection."

Harry's face became even heavier.

The oath is very ancient magic, or rather, it is ancient magic.

The Patronus Charm is a kind of oath, and if you make a vow with yourself, you will abide by a good character, and if you break it, you will be devoured by maggots.

The mantra of faithfulness and the curse of unbreakable are also vows.

The magic that Voldemort used in the reef caverns was also an oath.

The Animagus too, signed an oath with the moon and nature.

Modern wizards rarely or rarely use such spells. It's not that it's not powerful and eliminated, it's just that because of the price, if you make an oath, you have to pay the price.

"What did Ciri give?" Harry asked.

"She can't set foot in Avalon anymore." The lady replied softly.

Harry was stunned.

"She's strong." The lady saw his incomprehension and explained, "The power in the bloodline can play with time and space, she can go anywhere, even other worlds, and the oath can only bind her behavior in this world." ”

"Avalon needs to maintain purity beyond the world."

Speaking of this, the lady was a little distressed: "She is too easy and too free to come and go, and we need to protect Avalon." ”

"And what do I need to do to get Apple to tie the knot?" Harry asked her.

The lady stretched out her hand and picked up the bottle in her hand: "This man has come from afar to resurrect his friend's ride. Wizard, are you ready for anything? ”

Harry nodded.

"From here, in the depths of Avalon, on the border with the underworld, there is a tree guarded by the Winterdragon with golden apples on it, and if you take the golden apple, and use its infinite life force as nourishment, you can make Ava grow grandly." The lady whispered, "But I'll warn you." ”

"You can choose to stay for yourself, and the golden apple will grant you immortality and youth."

"You can also choose to awaken the Holy Sword and become a scabbard, the Holy Sword will make you invincible, and the scabbard will protect you from injury."

"The apples that Avalon has made are just ordinary apples, maybe they'll taste better?"

Harry shook his head without hesitation, "Then I would just come back with three golden apples." ”

The lady was stunned.

After a long moment, she smiled slightly, "If you can, of course it would be the best, but young wizard, many things will not be as successful as you think." ”

"Make your choice."

Harry looked at her, not speaking.

"To open the passage to the Golden Apple Paradise, you need the power of the oath." The lady explained.

Harry nodded, "Of course, I will choose to sacrifice a golden apple to let Ava grow anew and save Geralt and Yennefer." ”

One.

The lady covered her mouth and chuckled.

Young people always have a lot of brilliant ideas, haven't they given up on the idea of getting multiple golden apples? Of course, reality always teaches young people to grow.

She held up the jar in her hand, and the water poured out, condensing into Harry's sentences, letters engraved into Harry's hand.

"Go ahead." She waved her hand, "The oath will guide your path." ”

The words on Harry's arm, emitting a white glow, pointed deeper into the room.

He took a deep breath and walked forward.

The house was so deep that there were no ladies or decorations, except for the dark and winding path, on which Harry stepped on and walked over a few small bridges, at the end of which was a small river and a sailless boat.

Harry hesitated for a moment, sat down, and without him waving his wand, the boat floated up of its own accord and went down the river, into the distance.

Avalon, the house at the bottom of the island in the middle of the lake.

The lady looked at Harry's back with a complicated expression, and was about to go back.

Boom -

The stone monument at the entrance of the house was blown open, and the lake poured in, and along with the rushing water, there was a handsome young man.

The woman's face turned frightened: "It's you!" ”

"Vivien, my dear friend, long time no see." Voldemort grinned, waved his wand, and plugged the stele, "Looks like Potter has already gone in?" ”

"Shameful bastard!" The lady gritted her teeth, "You've broken into Avalon again!" ”

Voldemort looked at the room and said in a cheerful tone: "I've been breaking into Avalon for a long time, and it seems that Avalon hasn't recovered since the last time?" ”

"What about the Green Knights?"

"After I killed them all, didn't you add anything?"

The lady narrowed her eyes, "You forgot your oath, Riddle!" You and Avalon agreed that you would never set foot here again. ”

"You broke your oath! The oath will punish you! ”

"You're going to die in the frost!"

"Oath?" Voldemort raised his right hand in the air, and said in a smug tone, "Look, Vivien, I am the one who died once and was resurrected again, and the power of the oath has no effect on me. ”

"And"

"I've even run away from death."

"And what oath can punish me?"

The lady waved her hand: "Avalon is not welcome to you, get out, Riddle, I will not be deceived by your rhetoric again." ”

Her face was cautious.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously, "I've learned the truth from you, Vivien, you might be able to scare Potter, but what about me?" ”

"Without those green knights, and without the other fairies, Avalon doesn't have any guards right now."

"As for you, my dear Vivien, how much strength can you have left behind when you are just a thought?"

"You don't deserve my deception." Voldemort raised his wand, "Now obediently let me read your memories and don't suffer, okay?" ”

The lady's face changed, and she shook the jar in her hand: "Don't think!" ”

As Voldemort said, what remained in Avalon was not the fairy itself, but a residual magical power, protecting Avalon more, or the oath of Avalon itself.

She's menacing.

Five minutes later.

The clay pot shattered to the ground, the lady lay on the ground and twisted in pain, Voldemort withdrew the Drill Heart Curse and shook his head: "I said, don't suffer, okay?" ”

His strength has not yet fully recovered its peak.

You can get the residual memories, those skills and abilities, and some of them have been recovered in the more than half a year of study.

It's just a thinking body, no fairy personality, and no different from ordinary witches.

Voldemort was no match for Harry and Dumbledore, and only no match for Harry and Dumbledore.

"Now I, even if those green knights and fairies are resurrected, I won't be so embarrassed."

"Let me see what you and Harry have said."

A silver glow poured out of his wand, reflecting his greedy, somewhat distorted face.

"Geralt, Yennefer?" Voldemort spoke excitedly and whispered, "Sure enough, Potter knows them." ”

"Ciri?"

"A strong man who plays with time and space?"

"I haven't heard of it, let me see if it's not from this world?"

"Oh?"

He raised an eyebrow, surprised at the news he had gotten.

The source of Potter's extraordinary power

Those unique vertical pupils that are not recorded in any book.

My own waiting time is not in vain.

He whispered, "Potter, I know your little secret. ”

At that moment, Harry took a small boat, swam across a long river, through the mist, through the swamp, and docked in front of a small island, smaller than Avalon.

(End of chapter)