Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 138 There is what you want in the painting (second update~)

Is it Ciri?
She is the only one who can travel through worlds and time, but why is she called the lady in the lake?
"So that's it." Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Knight Gawain and the other Knights of the Round Table, have you seen the man named White Wolf? What is his name, do you know?"

Godric shook his head: "No one has seen the white wolf."

"His name is unknown, but the name of the Lady of the Lake survives."

Harry waited patiently, and Godric cautiously spat out a name: "Ms Ciri."

These two words made his heart sink.

Sure enough it was her.

Why did Ciri go back to an era older than Hogwarts more than 1000 years ago, instead of coming to her own era?
Godric was still introducing, he was as talkative as the Sorting Hat: "According to very few legends, this Ms. Ciri is a witch who possesses strange magic and an excellent swordsman."

"But many people think that Ciri is not the real name of this mysterious lady. Guess why?"

Harry shook his head: "No guess."

"You don't want to know?" Godric choked and coughed a few times.

Harry nodded: "Please start the formal trial."

"Let me finish." Godric was a little helpless, "I haven't told anyone for many years."

Harry didn't speak, just waved his hand.

Godric continued: "According to the legend, besides our world, there is another world. It is called the Land of Youth, and it has another name."

"Sid."

"That's pretty much the same, the spelling is different." Harry pondered, shaking his head.

Godric nodded helplessly: "But the legend is not like this, there will inevitably be some deviations, 500 years ago, I heard from that little wizard that it was rumored in the castle that Slytherin and Gryffindor were sworn enemies. rumor."

"We are friends, just ideas."

Harry interrupted him: "I think you're going to be sworn enemies."

Godric froze.

"Remember when I said that in second year, basilisks ravaged the castle?" Harry asked.

Godric nodded: "Your life is really exciting now."

"That's what Slytherin did," said Harry softly.

Godric looked blank: "What is Slytherin, Salazar or Slytherin's little wizard?"

"Both." Harry answered him.

Godric was even more bewildered.

What do you mean?

The Sorting Hat sighed mildly: "Salazar secretly left the basilisk in the castle. He had a similar trial to you, except...his heir wanted to release the basilisk to kill all Muggle wizards. "

"How dare he, how can he!" Godric exclaimed in surprise.

Harry clapped his hands and shrugged.

See it, speak for itself.

The Sorting Hat poked Harry with the tip of its hat.

Godric calmed down after a while: "Are there any students?"

"One died because of it 50 years ago," Harry replied curtly. "There were no students last year, and only one professor died, the Lockhart I was talking about."

"Really." Godric replied softly, his tone was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Harry changed the subject: "Let me officially start the trial."

"Of course." Godric moved the image.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped: "By the way, there is one more thing I forgot to mention."

Harry wondered.

"Although no one has seen Mr. White Wolf with their own eyes." Godric said softly, "Ms. Shirley mentioned that she buried the White Wolf and his wife in Avalon together. ideal land."

White wolf?

buried in?

The combination of these two words provoked Harry's nerves, causing his eyelids to twitch violently several times.

"Avalon." Harry repeated the place name.

Godric nodded, and completely removed his portrait, revealing a deeper layer, which is also a portrait, a simple landscape painting, a country road in the dense forest, with scattered footsteps, horseshoe prints, There are also traces left by some wild animals.

"Go, go in through the portrait." Godric said softly, "There is a memory of mine hidden in it. I asked Rowena and Helga to help me add some interesting things."

"As long as you solve the troubles inside and find the Gryffindor sword again, you can inherit all my inheritance."

Harry nodded, walked forward, and stopped suddenly: "By the way, was this garden built by you back then?"

"Tell me, is it for a tryst with some witch?" The Sorting Hat yelled, confidently, with a loud voice, "I don't even know this garden!"

"I didn't build it." Godric shook his head, "Actually, it appeared in the Forbidden Forest a long time ago."

"I don't know who built such a garden in the depths of such a dangerous forest." Harry said expressionlessly, "Maybe she will feel that when explorers go through many dangers and obstacles, they finally come to In the depths of the forest, when you see such a garden, you will naively think that this is a reward from the heavens for the brave.”

Godric rolled his eyes.

Harry continued: "I was overjoyed and didn't think there was any danger in this garden, so I rushed in rashly and rested carelessly under the pavilion."

Godric turned his head to the side guiltily.

"My dear Mr. Gryffindor probably won't do it." Harry asked such an enthusiastic question with a blank expression on his face.

Godric didn't answer.

The Sorting Hat yelled, "No, Harry, he's Gryffindor!"

"Why do you use 'she'? What if it was built by a gentleman?" Godric hurriedly interrupted, changed the subject, and asked in a serious manner.

Harry asked him back: "If there was a beautiful flower, who would wear it on the head, you or Ms. Ravenclaw?"

"Of course it's me." Godric was very confident, "Isn't it a matter of course that a handsome man should be matched with the best flowers?"

"And Rowena doesn't like those 'useless' decorations very much. The jewelry on her body is all magic items made by herself."

Harry opened his mouth.

The Sorting Hat poked him, and said in a pitiful tone, "That was more than 1000 years ago, when Gryffindors loved to wear leggings."

Harry clicked his tongue.

Godric looked at them strangely, well dressed, is there a problem?

"Mr. Gryffindor, in our day and age, flowers generally match women." Harry said blankly.

Godric looked at Harry and nodded, "No wonder you don't have accessories on your body. I thought you didn't like them. Just like Helga, you are a very simple person."

"I don't really like it either." Harry nodded, confirming his guess.

"You seem to care about this garden." Godric poked his head in the portrait.

Harry nodded bluntly.

"In this garden, there are actually a few things left." Godric smiled mysteriously, "I put them all in my relics, if you want to get them, you have to pass my trials, this is the last One off."

"Because you have been chatting with me for so long, I will secretly remind you."

"During the trial, there may be something you are interested in."

garden relic
Harry thought, Ciri had the power of prophecy, maybe she foretold something.

Put things here and give them to yourself through Gryffindor?

Hope so.

And there will be something you are interested in during the trial?
A garden relic?Ciri?

But how did Gryffindor come into contact with those things?

The doubts in my heart are getting bigger and bigger.

He took a deep breath, walked to the portrait, raised his palm, submerged into the portrait, and walked in slowly.

The magic power penetrated his body like water mist.

The light in front of him was dim, and he stepped into a dark tunnel.

Harry waved his wand.

Faint fluorescent light emerges, illuminating the road in front of you—it’s not like being in a cave, it’s more like a long corridor, but there are no walls on both sides, it’s silent and depressing.

"Would you like me to sing a song?" After walking a few steps, the Sorting Hat couldn't bear it.

Harry hasn't finished speaking yet, let's move on to the next step.

Suddenly a strong light came.

Harry raised his hand, put the Quinn shield on himself, waved his wand again, and a piece of parchment flew out of the sorting hat, turning into several owls, dragging him away with difficulty.

After a while, the vision is restored.

He found himself on the country road in the portrait, there was no danger around him, he landed slowly, lightly tapped his wand, turned the school robe into a scabbard, and at the same time carried the snake bone sword on his back, and then touched his face , the beard popped out.

Except for being a little shorter, only 65 inches, I can handle it with being short.

Children, students, and unworldly travelers are the identities that are most likely to be in danger.

Harry looked down.

The latest horseshoes and footprints all followed the front, and he also followed, and walked out of the dense forest after a while.

In the distance, there is a Zhuangzi.

A few sloppy thatched houses, children playing and playing on the trail, and the huge windmill not far from the village is slowly turning with the wind.

In a trance.

He seems to be back in Waylon.

But just similar, this should be Gryffindor's Great Britain in their time.

Harry walked into the village.

It immediately attracted the attention of the men in the village, and they stared at Harry vigilantly, this strange guy in armor and with a long sword, with "Danger" written all over his body.

After Harry walked to the village, he wandered back.

The men in the village finally couldn't sit still. They raised their pitchforks and pointed at Harry: "That stranger, what the hell are you trying to do, walking around our village."

Harry looked at him: "I'm a knight, looking for a place to drink and rest."

"Knight?" The men still didn't put down their pitchforks: "But where's your horse?"

"In the nearby woods, I was attacked by a wild beast." Harry paid attention to their eyes, caught the panic flashing across their faces, paused for a while, and then said, "I didn't kill that beast, it Escape quickly."

The faces of the men became more panicked.

　It's a bit of a calvin, the update is too fierce, and the train of thought hasn't improved.

　　There will be an update before ten o'clock, and an update before twelve o'clock, and there must be an update at four o'clock tonight~
　　Thank you, Mr. Gu Gu Gu Gu for the reward today~
　　Thanks to Shushan Yali University for the reward~
　　Thanks to Xiao Shark, Liu Xingyue, and book friend 7368 who want to eat soft rice~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)