Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 136 Swallows

"Rowena always has a way, she's very smart." The Sorting Hat told an old story, "It's too dangerous to be near the castle in such a forest."

"At that time, there were even a few dragons living here."

"Godric and Salazar felt that the Forbidden Forest should be a place for young wizards to try out, but they failed to convince Rowena and Helga."

"So he added this to the test of his heir, the best Gryffindor must be able to truly conquer this forest."

Harry was expressionless, collecting the venom of the acromantulas.

"Scared by the trial?" The Sorting Hat teased.

Harry shook his head: "No, just feel relieved, George and Fred don't seem to be in real danger."

The Sorting Hat continued to hum a tune, remembering the past.

Harry didn't stop it this time, and after collecting all the venom, nearly three-quarters of a pint, and stuffing the bottle into the sorting hat, he said softly, "Now we're going on the road, so there's no need to sing any more, don't give I'm getting in trouble."

He is more careful.

But the forest is dangerous, especially in this kind of forest full of magical creatures, dark magic creatures.

Dragonclaw Vine waiting to be hunted.

A red hat hiding in some shadow.

In the swamp, all kinds of mosquitoes, swamp diggers, and fire crabs are far more dangerous than those in the classroom.

until it got dark the next day.

Harry pulled out the map, faced the moon, and once again identified his position and determined his distance. It was much slower than estimated at the beginning, and there was still nearly half of the distance. It seemed that it would be difficult to return to the castle before Monday.

It's sad to miss a lesson from Dumbledore.

He found a small slope, checked it carefully inside and out, and camped under the tree after there were no dangerous creatures.

Dig into the sorting hat.

Take out a thick dragonskin bag, open it, and there is a layer of dragonskin bag inside, and after opening it again, shake out a pile of dry clods.

"Really, if it wasn't for the trial, I wouldn't have let you put that thing in." The Sorting Hat gritted its teeth, staring at the pile of things, the whole hat twisted into a ball.

"But it's very useful in the wild." With a wave of Harry's wand, nearby dead branches and leaves flew over, and a simple bonfire was built in front of him.

He snapped his fingers.

The flames burn.

Harry broke off a piece of the clod and threw it into the fire, and a strange smell came out, blowing in the wind.

This is dragon dung.

Dry, caked dragon dung like this is not easy to get. Sirius searched for it for two days before he got it.

Burning the excrement of powerful creatures is one of the best ways to keep sneaky creatures away in the wild.

Harry leaned against the tree trunk, put the Gryffindor sword across his knees, squinted his eyes, and entered into meditation. He couldn't sleep as unscrupulously as he did in the dormitory in the wild. Dung, thrown into the fire.

Wait till dawn.

Full of energy, Harry set off again.

"Harry, have you really rested?" The Sorting Hat was puzzled. The hat didn't need to rest. It didn't see Harry really sleep yesterday. Until now, the bonfire was still burning.

Harry stuffed the dragon dung back into the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat hissed.

"No problem." He nodded and answered it, "You can't ask for so much in the wild."

He continued on his way.

The Forbidden Forest is deeper and far more dangerous than the previous road. This is an area that even the horsemen will not set foot in.

Finally before the third sunset.

He finally walked to the place marked on the map, a dilapidated garden, the scale is not very large, a small pavilion, surrounded by a tight yard, moss, vines cover the walls, and the stone pillars are exquisitely carved. pattern.

At the exit of the garden, the stone gate was roughly destroyed, with traces of the Shattering Curse.

Not surprisingly, it was the trace left by the previous tester.

"There is such a place deep in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said blankly, "Gryffindor used it to meet his lover?"

The Sorting Hat flicked the tip of the hat: "How do I know! It's my first time here too. The previous tester was not as bold as you, who dared to take me away from the principal."

"So you admit that Gryffindor often has trysts with old lovers?" Harry said in a low tone.

The Sorting Hat poked Harry hard with the tip of the hat, and poked himself into a large chunk: "Hey, Gryffindor didn't do that, at least I didn't know, and you can't expect him to go out on a date and bring it with him." A noisy hat."

Harry pulled the tip of his hat out. "You know you're noisy, too."

"I didn't!" The Sorting Hat was annoyed.

Harry ignored it, waved his wand, and the dead wood turned into a kitten, and walked towards the garden. It lifted its paw, stepped on the old stone door, walked in a circle, walked over the vines, and walked through the broken stone door. Walk over the stone.

There is no trace of any biological invasion.

This is even more bizarre.

Harry drew the cat back, pointed his wand at the gravel door, and the stone twisted into a little man, and he went to work, and began to ruin the garden until they trampled every corner without triggering any traps.

"Godric is not that kind of person," the Sorting Hat shouted.

Harry put a layer of Quinn on himself, and added a piece of armor to protect himself, and then walked cautiously towards the garden.

He checked everything, nothing special.

The years have worn many marks.

Harry couldn't see anything, he took the snake bone sword and walked towards the pavilion.

The pavilion has long been dilapidated, and several stone pillars stand upright, with some faint magic energy on them. It is these things that keep them from collapsing or being damaged even after thousands of years.

The pattern under the moss is exquisite.

Harry glanced over, and his eyes stopped on the last pillar. In his senses, there was a symbol that was extremely dazzling among the exquisite patterns.

He stretched out his magic wand, transformed into a sponge, directed it, and slowly wiped off the moss on the stone pillar.

One is very scribbled, but it can be seen that it is a swallow flying with arms and wings.

How did it end up here?
Harry looked surprised.

"Oh, this pattern is a bit scribbled." The Sorting Hat commented, "Maybe it has been eroded?"

Harry looked at the other pillars, and began to search the garden again, but still found nothing.

Only on that pillar, there is the only swallow totem, which is ancient and old, left over a thousand years ago.

That's the mark for Ciri.

The girl who has the blood of the ancients and can travel through time and space.

She has been here?

"I don't think you can find anything in the garden." The Sorting Hat suggested sincerely, "Did you see the stone table in the middle of the pavilion? There is a crack on it, and you can guess what that is for."

Harry shook his head, pulling his thoughts back.

No matter what, if you continue to test, you can always find out the result.

His eyes fell on the stone table that he had inspected several times, he pulled out the Gryffindor sword, pointed it at the crack in the stone, inserted it, and it fit perfectly.

A wave of magic surged out.

Thousands of years later, the magic has not dissipated.

After a while, the magic stopped, and on the Gryffindor sword, there was an inexplicable fluctuation of magic.

Harry took it.

The belly button was hooked, and the world was spinning, dragging him around in a blank and unordered space, making him feel like being stuffed into a washing machine and rolling 1 times in a minute.

Blink to the ground.

Harry staggered, casting an Alder forward.

"Hey, little Gryffindor, don't be so excited." A voice sounded flustered, "It's just a portkey, didn't you learn it in Charms?"

Harry looked up.

First, look at the surrounding environment. In a closed room, there are no windows or doors. It should not be underground. There is no such damp and cold feeling. The room is empty, without furniture or any furnishings.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze to the direction from which the voice came.

is a portrait.

A tall, handsome man with red hair and green eyes.

"Godric, why did you leave the portrait here?" The Sorting Hat exclaimed.

"Aha, you're here too?" Godric smiled slightly, "That time 500 years ago, I thought it would be our reunion."

"You should at least visit Hogwarts more." The Sorting Hat glanced at the tip of the hat, a little aggrieved.

Harry translated for it: "Before meeting me, it was very lonely and could only be used as a cat scratching board or chatting with Phoenix."

"Harry!" The Sorting Hat was shocked.

Godric laughed loudly: "The promise of the trial prevents me from leaving here easily. I really want to go back to Hogwarts. I don't know what has become of it after 1000 years?"

"It's not bad." Harry nodded, "It's thriving, except for a powerful dark wizard breaking in in the first grade, a basilisk rampaging in the second grade, and being surrounded by dementors in the third grade, everything else is fine. .”

Godric was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Hogwarts has become like this, the headmaster is really unqualified."

"Albus is very good." The Sorting Hat gritted its teeth, "He has been the headmaster for nearly 40 years, and a series of things happened after you entered school. This is your problem."

Harry looked serious: "So what's my problem?"

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

Godric understood, and he looked at Harry in surprise: "Are you only in the third grade this year?"

Harry nodded.

"Godric, Harry is excellent." The Sorting Hat yelled proudly, "He drew the sword of Gryffindor when he entered school, and look at its eyes, how much like a lion."

Harry was taken aback.

Godric whispered to him, "Eyes? Come and let me see."

Harry walked over.

He wondered, did Godric know something?
Godric looked at it for a while, shook his head in the portrait, and said softly: "My dear hat, the lion does not have vertical pupils, but round pupils."

The Sorting Hat was shocked.

"Do my eyes remind you of anything?" Harry asked straight to the point.

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(End of this chapter)