Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 137 The Lady in the Lake (first update~please subscribe~)

Godric looked.

What kind of eyes are these.

Amber, vertical pupils, sharp and keen.Occlumency and insanity made the eyes deeper, and there was an empty background behind the bright galaxy.

This makes him feel like he is being spied on even as a portrait.

"You mean to ask me if I've ever seen eyes like yours?" Godric asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly: "See you?"

"No." Godric shook his head.

Harry's eyes sagged: "But you've heard of it?"

Godric nodded: "Of course, as a powerful enough wizard, I have heard and seen many things, do you want to know?"

"Thank you very much," Harry thanked him.

"Then take this news as a lucky draw." Godric smiled, "I'll temporarily add another level for you, as long as you pass, I'll tell you the news, how about it?"

"If you fail, it proves that you are not ready to know the news."

"Of course, you can reject this extra level, and then proceed to the real trial."

Harry nodded: "What is the test?"

"Beat me." Godric raised the corners of his mouth and smiled even brighter.

With a blank expression on his face, Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the portrait.

"No! It's not a portrait of me!" Godric stared round and shook his head, "I thought you would be shocked, but what do you think, what I said meant that you have to face me, not my portrait."

"Aren't you afraid to fight Gryffindor?"

"Harry has always been fearless of heaven and earth." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "He just entered school, and met a troll, and killed the troll!"

Godric looked at him in surprise.

The Sorting Hat teased and continued: "I still remember the time when you were drunk, you were going to duel with the troll with your sword, and it took a lot of effort to kill it. You didn't solve it as quickly as Harry."

"I was drunk that time." Godric emphasized his tone.

"A drunk Gryffindor can't even compare to an 11-year-old little wizard?" Harry asked calmly.

Godric was taken aback, and he looked at the Sorting Hat: "Has this little wizard always spoken in this way?"

The Sorting Hat is pointy.

"Fortunately, I'm just a thought now." Godric muttered, and he waved his hand in the portrait.

There was a bang.

A wall shook violently, twisted and opened, and with a few clangs, a pair of armor came out, holding the Gryffindor sword in his hand.

"Allow me to introduce it proudly." Godric said proudly, "This is an alchemy product that Rowena and I created together. It can become a thinking body for a short time."

"Of course, it also has flaws, and it is still far from my real ability."

"It is more than enough as a part of the trial of the little wizard."

On the portrait, magic power surged.

A breath flows, from the portrait to the armor.

Godric's portrait became static, old, and unremarkable.

And that pair of armor came alive, it swayed its limbs, and jumped up actively.

"Godric?" Harry asked tentatively.

Armor nodded: "It's me."

"A magical item like the Sorting Hat?" Harry looked at the armor, then back at the portrait.

The armor replied: "Of course, Harry, you are excellent. I really hope that you will defeat me and bring my portrait back to the castle. This kind of life is too boring. The hat can be used as a cat's scratching post anyway. It doesn't even have a cat."

"Godric!" the Sorting Hat yelled in embarrassment.

"Shall I lend you a wand?" Harry asked, and he put away the wand that was stolen by Sirius.

Armor shook his head: "I can cast spells without a wand."

As he said that, he shook the sword in his hand: "Also, don't forget that I am Gryffindor, besides magic, I can also use swordsmanship."

"Be careful, little wizard, even if Salazar matches my sword skills, he will have a headache."

Harry took out the Sorting Hat and pulled out the Snakebone Sword, which was longer and thicker than the Gryffindor Sword. He put on a straight face and said, "Unfortunately, I am also good at swordsmanship."

"It's surprising, have you been my admirer since childhood?" The armor said in surprise, "Wizards don't know how to use swords."

Harry held the sword forward and slashed it away: "You remind me of Lockhart."

The armor was excited, and went forward with a sword: "As wizards, do we want to have a duel between knights? This feeling is really good."

One person, one armor is about to match.

With a wave of his wand, the robe on his body changed, and with two hissing sounds, he quickly bound his hands in the armor, pulled hard, pulled his arms and turned them behind his back, and tied a beautiful bow.

"Lockhart was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts last year." The Sorting Hat introduced at the right time, "A male wizard with an empty head, no skills, only rhetoric, thinking that Harry would be his fan."

"He's handsome too."

In the armor, Godric's voice was shocked: "You actually use magic!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

After binding the armor with his hands, Harry did not continue to use the sword, but chanted a spell.

The explosion sounded.

The armor was severely damaged, and the abdomen and head were severely dented. They were crumbling, but they were still hanging together firmly.

"You remind me of Salazar." Godric sighed with emotion. The temperature on the armor suddenly rose. With a snort, the cloth strips ignited and fell to ashes. It also regained its freedom. Angled into Harry's stomach.

Harry inserted the horizontal sword, and with a bang, they collided together.

Charms, swordplay.

They are very good at these two aspects, and they are also very experienced. The combination of spells and swordsmanship is ingenious.

The Sorting Hat hums a merry medieval ditty.

Stuck in the rhythm of gunpowder, explosions, deformed creation impacts, and interlaced swords and lights.

"You really surprised me." The armor laughed, it had already lost an arm, and a piece of its breastplate was torn, "I have to admit, just in terms of combat, you are already a very good heir."

"You surprised me too." Harry echoed him, "Such excellent swordsmanship."

Not only excellent, but also of the same origin.

There are some changes, like the changes he made to the sword for fighting, to match the spell.Gryffindor also made some changes to the sword technique he had learned.

But in the eyes of a master swordsman.

No matter how many changes there are, it is just wearing different clothes and accessories. Its essence is there, and there is no change.

He saw the shadow of Vesemir, the sword master of all wolf hunters.

I also saw the shadow of Coen. He is a powerful demon hunter of the Griffin School. A long time ago, when Ciri was brought back to Kaer Morhen by Geralt, he came to Kaer Morhen for the winter and taught Teach Ciri and Harry some sword skills.

There is also the shadow of Geralt.

Both Harry and Ciri loved Geralt's elegant 'art'.

Harry and Ciri share a teacher.

But they also have their own style.

Harry is more like Cohen, his sign is more powerful than ordinary witchers, while Ciri, more like Geralt, is light and graceful.

The armor uses Ciri's swordsmanship.

"This sentence should also be given to you." The armor raised its hand, and the shattered deformed creation twisted into a giant and slammed down towards Harry.

Alder!
Invisible ripples traverse the colossus.

It also bumped into the armor and staggered. Harry swung his sword and slammed it hard on the helmet. With a bang, it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The Colossus wanted to continue attacking.

"Let's stop here." Harry said blankly, "After a living person lost an arm and a big hole was opened in his chest, it has long been impossible for a living person to continue fighting. For your sake, I have been enduring it. Now The heads are all gone, do you want to continue fighting?"

The colossus scattered, and a little bit of rubble fell with a clatter.

The armor walked over, put the head back on, walked back to the portrait, and stuck his palm on it, and the portrait became vivid again: "It's such a pity, if only I could fight you with my real body."

Harry looked at him: "Then please tell me the news."

"Okay, okay." Godric sighed, "I have never seen your eyes, but I have heard a legend."

Harry listened.

"Know King Arthur?" Godric asked.

Harry rolled his eyes: "I don't think there's a Briton who doesn't know about him."

"What about Galahad?" Godric asked again.

Harry was taken aback, and shook his head: "Sorry, Hogwarts only teaches the history of magic, not the history of ordinary people."

"Galahad is one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table." Godric introduced, "He is the purest virgin knight, the only one who can hold the Holy Grail. Helga's golden chalice is made by imitating the Holy Grail."

"He once embarked on a journey in search of the Holy Grail, and met a lady in the lake when passing through the magical valley of Kom Puka."

"In mythology, the Lady of the Lake will give swords to those she approves."

Harry was taken aback.

There is also a lady in the lake in this world?

"But Galahad was not gifted by the Lady of the Lake," Godric went on, "but he was favored by the Lady of the Lake on the other hand, and he brought her back to Camelot to meet King Arthur, and told a legendary story to King Arthur."

"One of them, named White Wolf, has cat-like eyes just like yours in the description of the lady in the lake."

Harry was silent for a while: "This kind of story does not exist in the records of the Peverell and Black families. How do you know?"

"I am a descendant of Gawain." Godric smiled proudly, "The noblest, most benevolent, and most perfect Chief Knight of the Round Table."

"Wizards don't bother to understand the history of many ordinary people. The lady in the lake helped Queen Arthur and finally left. She said she was going to another world, leaving only this legend and her superb fencing."

"My swordsmanship is inherited from her."

　At nine o'clock in the evening~
　　And, Gryffindor is a descendant of Gawain as the second set

　　Other aspects are official settings, such as the part where Galahad meets the lady in the lake.

　　Thanks to nine fat orange cats for their reward~
　　Thanks to Fangtu, Liu Xingyue, and the little evil spirits of the Tower of Babel for their rewards~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)