It's different from the blue, pristine islands of Avalon.

The island, which borders the underworld in the mouth of the lady, is lifeless, and like the wasteland behind the curtain of her own, only a few scattered and dead plants are scattered on the soil.

The island contains two huge breaths.

One was full of life, incompatible with this small island, and the other was mixed with breath, constantly walking, the footsteps were heavy and rumbling, and when he stepped on the island, he could even feel the ground trembling slightly under his feet.

Harry put on his cloak of invisibility and crept forward.

A small apple tree comes into view, with lush foliage and a crown that grows into a perfect semicircle without pruning.

There was only one fruit on it, a golden and attractive golden apple.

The creature that made the sound of heavy footsteps hovered and guarded it.

It was a magical creature that Harry had never seen before.

With a body several times larger than that of a fire dragon, a pair of wings that fit snugly, a tail, and a steel whip, almost catching up with the size of a basilisk.

The most critical is the skull.

It had a hundred heads, a few wrapped around the golden apple tree, a few resting with a nap, and the rest of its head dangling like a balloon.

An upside-down octopus.

He rummaged through his memories and found them in a corner.

The mythical magical creature that guards the golden apple, the hundred-headed dragon Ladon.

It's a dragon.

Harry pulled out the dragon beast oil, carefully applied it to the snake bone sword, and the Gryffindor sword also applied some to it, and took out another bottle of thunder potion, unscrewed the cap, and drank it in one gulp.

He raised his wand.

The magic surged, the heavens changed, strong winds rolled up, dark clouds surged, thunder rolled, and torrential rain fell suddenly.

Radon lifted his head and flew high towards the clouds.

It was wondering.

In this kind of place where the underworld borders Gensokyo, how can it rain for no reason.

Harry cautiously approached, got closer, put on Quinn's shield, and waved his wand.

Bang!

Beside Ladong, the dead wood twisted and changed into thick and long steel chains, binding its body, pulling it downward, dragging it slightly with great force.

The legendary magical creature is not so fragile, at least this level of strength is not enough to restrain it.

Several heads hissed together, each with a different sound.

Sharp, piercing!

It's not just shouting!

It's also an attack.

Harry could feel his heart beat faster, his eardrums pounding, blood swollen and red eyes.

He waved his wand again.

The Levitation Charm floated up with him, jumped slightly, jumped towards Ladong's body, stripped off his invisibility cloak, and slashed at several heads with a sword.

The snake bone sword is sharp, and the dragon's head oil is also effective against it.

Slash down with a sword.

Several large heads fell to the ground, and the wounds oozed a miserable red blood.

Radon wails in pain.

His head was intertwined, his long neck dangling, and he was poaching and biting at Harry.

As a mythical creature guarding the golden apple, it was so powerful that Harry had never seen a more difficult creature than it was in terms of speed, strength, and reflexes.

The vitality is extremely strong.

It wasn't until the last head was cut off that its breath of life was completely terminated, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

Harry panted.

Taking a look at the snake bone sword, the effect of the dragon head oil was invalid as early as when he cut off two-thirds of his head, and the rest of the head was cut off by virtue of the sharpness of the bone sword.

It's cunning.

Quinn's shield was broken two or three times, and his armor was replenished several times.

But it's all about killing it.

Harry put away his sword, took out the potion, and smeared it with white on the wound, and did not rush to dissect the material, but walked under the apple tree, raised his tiptoe, and plucked the golden apple.

It has the most perfect shape an apple can have.

Rounded and full.

The aroma seduced Harry.

Without hesitation, Harry put it away and continued his search through the cracks of the apple tree, trying to find a second golden apple, but to no avail, this one tree only bears this one.

He was slightly stunned, remembering the lady's words.

She didn't expect or feel that she would be able to get more golden apples, not that she didn't feel that she was incapable, but that she knew that there was only one fruit?

Harry shook his head.

He pulled out his dagger, picked up the floating soil under the golden apple tree, found the roots, and stabbed them with a knife.

With a thud - the dagger snapped.

As for the root system, only the floating soil was shaken down, and even the bark could not be cut.

Harry raised an eyebrow, replaced it with a snake bone dagger, and stabbed it again.

There was a click, and the snake bone dagger also snapped.

It is very hard and indestructible.

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at it and chanted the Cutting Charm, the milky white sap flowed out and gave off a fresh fragrance, but the root system was only cut through a small incision, and it was not completely severed.

After several rounds of the Cutting Spell, Harry was able to cut off a small piece.

Pick it up, put it in your sorting hat, and take it back to talk to Professor Sprout about how to grow the golden apple tree. As soon as the hand was stretched out, the small root system immediately withered, contracted and dried visibly to the naked eye, and turned into a dead branch in the blink of an eye.

The source of the vitality of the golden apple tree is not the root system?

Harry stood up and plucked a leaf.

Leaves, like roots, turn into dead leaves in the blink of an eye.

The bark and branches of the tree are like this, and the only thing that can leave the golden apple tree can still maintain its vitality.

Is it because of its properties as a miracle plant?

Or is it because of its proximity to the underworld, the aura of death has infected, and the small part of the trees that have left the body has to wither quickly?

Harry had no choice but to fill the bottle with some milky white liquid from the roots, pick up the dead branches, and walk towards Ladong's corpse, so that he could still have some gains.

Ladon's flesh, scales, and leather should all be excellent magical materials.

He walked over.

There was a sudden pause in his footsteps, and there was an ominous atmosphere on Ladon's corpse, related to death, and the severed head of Harry was annihilated into dust and slowly blended into the island.

On the neck wound, flesh and blood wriggled, and flesh and blood vessels grew out.

The blood starts to flow again, and the heart starts beating again.

Is it to be resurrected?

Harry put on his cloak of invisibility and hid behind the golden apple tree, surveying it.

Almost ten minutes later.

Radon came back to life, a hundred heads shaking, but it didn't seem to have any memories of the past, it didn't show any anger at all, and it stepped on its feet, patrolling the island.

Really resurrected.

Harry was a little surprised.

Soon, he could not be surprised by Ladon's resurrection, and a breath attracted him, and as soon as he looked up, a green apple was forming on the branch, growing and ripening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few blinks of an eye, the top of it began to glow with a shimmering golden light.

The golden apples have borne fruit again.

Harry hid quietly, waiting for the apple to ripen.

But things don't always go that way.

One of Ladong's heads flew and wrapped around the tree, and the two heads picked up the golden apple and protected it firmly.

It doesn't have any memories of the past, but the experience is still there.

It can't see through the concealment of the cloak of invisibility, but it knows that someone can be invisible and can hide from its own eyes, so it is better to protect the golden apple.

Harry sighed softly, it seemed that if he wanted to get the golden apple, he would have to kill Radon one more time.

He waved his wand.

This time it was more laborious than the last time, and although the effect of the Thunder Elixir had not disappeared, Ladong became stronger after being resurrected once.

Like the Phoenix, death gives it a new lease of life and becomes stronger.

Harry glanced at the golden apple tree, which was not yet fully ripe.

He waved his wand and began to cut Ladon's corpse.

Since there will be a resurrection.

Isn't that an endless supply of materials?

However, the result is similar to that of the golden apple tree, and when the skin, scales, and flesh leave the corpse, it immediately decays, and finally turns into a black and smelly muddy water, which melts into the island.

There's no way to take a material from it.

Harry could only pluck the second golden apple, put on his invisibility cloak, and wait for the third golden apple to ripen.

When a tiny apple blossom bloomed, Ladon's corpse was lit up with the same aura as before.

It was resurrected again.

The second resurrection, which became stronger, this time the increase was far greater than the increase brought by the first resurrection.

It was harder for Harry to kill it, the Thunder Elixir had failed, making the hunt even harder, the first two times it had been a minor injury, but this time, a long, deep wound had been pulled out of his arm.

The third golden apple arrives.

Harry looked at it with reluctance and left without hesitation.

It's not that he thinks that Radon can't beat him if he grows up, as long as he takes another bottle of thunder potion, the hundred-headed dragon can be killed two or three more times, and he can get two or three more golden apples - but Harry remembers very well that his purpose was to save Geralt and Yennefer.

The goal has been achieved, and two more golden apples are already an unexpected harvest.

And outside, in Avalon.

There is also an opponent that needs to be treated carefully by himself - Voldemort, which is a very tricky enemy.

The witcher's potion cannot be taken in large quantities in a short period of time.

He got on the boat.

The boat sank downward, swimming against the current.

Almost quickly, he was brought back to his original ferry.

Harry walked back, down the long path, to the wall, back to the room.

"Tom Riddle." He paused and looked at the man in the room, and at the tortured, pale lady lying at his feet, "And that lady, I was surprised. ”

"When did you become so powerful."

"The fairies of Avalon will fall to your knees."

Voldemort shook his head: "Mr. Potter, I don't like your title, can you change it?" ”

"Call me the Dark Lord, or the master, like?"

"Of course, Voldemort can too."

"Mysterio is the worst and worst option."

"Okay Tom, no problem Tom." Harry nodded, expressionless.

Voldemort's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly smiled brightly: "Potter, you are not as smart as you think, and you are treated as a fool." ”

"Before I start playing, I might as well tell you a little secret?"

(End of chapter)