Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 140 Galahad's Relic
Harry walked into the greenhouse led by Badger.

A tall, red-haired woman greeted him at the door.

Helga Hufflepuff.

Half a head taller than Harry, her appearance is not very stunning, her facial features are just right and beautiful, and there is a strange charm on her face, like the warm sun in winter, the cold drink in summer, everything at the most suitable time The things that appeared, the more one looked at her, the more beautiful her appearance seemed to be.

She is a witch that people can't help but want to get close to.

"Little wizard?" Hufflepuff was surprised, she saw through Harry's disguise at a glance, "I thought you were at least in your 20s, but your voice seemed immature."

Harry couldn't help taking a step back.

She felt to herself that she was very powerful, only a little worse than Dumbledore.

"Don't be so afraid of me." Hufflepuff couldn't help laughing, "You found it yourself."

Harry shook his head, "Sorry."

Hufflepuff lowered his head and dropped it to Harry's waist: "I sense a familiar magic power, can you let me see something like yours?"

Before Harry took off the sorting hat.

The hat couldn't help saying hello: "Helga, long time no see!"

"I know you?" Helga looked at the hat, smiled politely, with unfamiliarity written all over his face, "You don't seem to be a Horcrux."

"Of course I'm not!" The hat sighed confidently, "I thought Helga here would be the same as Godric, but it turned out to be just a memory."

Hufflepuff raised an eyebrow, waved his wand, and a table and two chairs flew over.

She beckoned Harry to sit down.

Then waved a spell towards the distance, and wheat flour, eggs, and sugar flew over: "Do you like it sweeter or lighter?"

"It's lighter, thank you." Harry said.

Hufflepuff lifted the wand, combined the raw materials, and cooked them in the air. In the blink of an eye, it became a steaming cake covered with cream and decorated with a cherry.

Three pieces of cake fell in front of two people and one hat respectively.

"Helga, I can't eat cake." The Sorting Hat was a little disappointed.

"Can't you eat it?" Hufflepuff was surprised, "Don't you have a mouth?"

"That's for making noise." Harry conjured up a spoon, dug out a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth. It was just right for sweetness and had a faint cherry aroma. Most importantly, it was steaming hot and the ingredients were fresh.

The sorting hat tipped a little bit, and it was only after the point was over that I realized: "No, this is for singing, Hogwarts sorting, it all depends on my mouth."

"You mean Hogwarts?" Hufflepuff was taken aback, repeating the word.

The Sorting Hat "raised" and propped itself up proudly: "Yes, the best wizarding school in the world, Hogwarts!"

"Are you thinking about it now?" Harry glanced at her, and then looked into the greenhouse. He could sense that in the depths of the greenhouse, there was a group of children, twelve or thirteen, hiding in those huge Behind the plants, nervous, heart beating violently.

"Little wizards are the most dangerous." Hufflepuff sighed, "whether it's for themselves, their families, or the villagers."

She quickly restrained her expression: "Tell me about the future?"

While eating the cake, Harry introduced the future Hogwarts to her, and explained clearly his purpose of entering the world of portraits.

Hufflepuff nodded, with a deep smile in the corner of his eyes, and some longing: "It's great, Hogwarts has really become a place that can shelter little wizards from wind and rain."

"The Hufflepuffs are all excellent." Harry said, with some hesitation in his tone, "It is the academy that has produced the fewest dark wizards."

The sorting hat waved: "Be sure, that's it."

"And you have always implemented your philosophy, treating every little wizard equally and fraternally." Harry put down his spoon, "They are very happy, at least they don't have to worry about what to eat every day."

Hufflepuff chuckled: "That's really good. Now, I mean, in our time, there are still a lot of wizards who worry about filling their stomachs."

As she said that, she paused slightly: "However, how do you want to solve your commission."

"Can you convince the parents of those children?"

The Sorting Hat wobbles.

Harry shook his head: "I didn't intend to do that commission."

"Then you still bargain with them!" The Sorting Hat was shocked and angry.

Harry nodded the table: "I just guessed that the witch would be Ms. Hufflepuff."

"If not, I have to find a way to obtain something that can spy on information in this world."

Then, he paused: "And it's very interesting."

Looking back now, the days of haggling with people for one or two coins have become a fond memory.

"So, are you going to tell them that you can't find it?" Hufflepuff sighed, "I tried many times to make it clear to them, but they..."

"Don't try to reason with those people." The Sorting Hat spoke earnestly.

Hufflepuff smiled: "You really sound like Godric."

"I'm going to use the Oblivion Charm." Harry said succinctly.

Hufflepuff was taken aback: "The Oblivion Curse?"

"A spell invented in the era after you." Harry briefly introduced, "It can replace their current memory with a false memory."

"I think I can forge a memory of their children being bought by the lord and living a good life."

"When they grow up, if they are still willing to return to their parents, then they will be safe and can go back."

Hufflepuff's eyes lit up: "It's really an excellent spell."

"Do you know where Gryffindor is?" Harry asked.

Hufflepuff looked into the distance: "Of course, he is now in a village not far away, where there is the relic of the legendary holy knight Galahad, you should know that Godric will always be a knight And proud."

"And according to the rumors, among Galahad's relics is the swordsmanship of the lady in the lake he once met."

As she said that, her eyes fell on the sword on Harry's back, and her expression became strange: "Actually, I wanted to ask a long time ago, Godric, did he really bring sword training to Hogwarts?"

"No, I just have some reasons of my own." Harry shook his head.

Hufflepuff breathed a sigh of relief.

She realized that she had lost her composure and shook her head again and again: "I didn't mean anything else, it's just a wizard. Few have the talent to become a master of swordsmanship like Godric. Compared with swords, spells are better to use."

The Sorting Hat snorted, "But Harry's sword skills are no worse than Godric's."

"He's worse than me." Harry corrected it.

The Sorting Hat flicked the tip of the hat: "Although you have won against Godric, it is only a body of armor, and it has not even displayed one-tenth of its strength. At most, at most, it is an outstanding seventh-grade graduate. level of life."

"Even if he appears in front of me now, his sword skills are still worse than mine." Harry was very serious.

The Sorting Hat's tone was strong: "No, Godric must be stronger."

"Maybe in magic, but I must be better at swordsmanship." Harry said cautiously, not jumping into the language trap set by the Sorting Hat at all.

"Swordsman must be Godric too." The Sorting Hat insisted.

Harry also insisted: "He is a sword wielded for magic, and he is far behind me."

Hufflepuff smiled helplessly: "Okay, stop arguing."

"When the time comes, let Godric and Mr. Potter compete."

The sorting hat was raised proudly: "Let's see when the time comes!"

"Want to rest with me for a while?" Hufflepuff invited Harry.

Harry shook his head: "It still doesn't work. Today is Monday. I already missed a day of confinement. Go back early and close the confinement earlier."

"Confinement?" Hufflepuff was taken aback, she looked at Harry in disbelief, "Is it the professor's punishment for the students?"

"You don't look like the kind of rash student."

In the brief exchange, she had a shallow impression of Harry.

Excellent, mature and stable.

Such students are obviously the least likely to make mistakes.

"He is the one who put the professor in confinement." The Sorting Hat teased, "Harry, he is in a special situation. He has held the professor of transfiguration for three consecutive years and put him in confinement twice a week. Live with the professor for a month."

"In the past two years, my dear Felius, who is the professor of charms at Hogwarts, has returned to Hogwarts exhausted, and he has to rest for half a month to a month before he can rest well."

Harry slapped it flat: "You talk a lot."

"I'm telling the truth." The Sorting Hat grumbled dissatisfied, "You can't let the innocent Helga be fooled by you."

"Goodbye, Ms. Hufflepuff." Harry got up, hanging the Sorting Hat around his waist.

"Goodbye, excellent little Hogwarts wizard." Hufflepuff also stood up, and sent Harry out. With a wave of his wand, the greenhouse disappeared under Harry's nose, and the surroundings returned to the silence and pandemonium again. A forest with strong magic fluctuations.

Go back to that village.

Harry used the Oblivion Charm to modify their memories.

Ask for directions to the village where Galahad's relic is located, and head out of the village before they raise their pitchforks again.

He found a stone of suitable size, lightly waved his magic wand, and turned it into a sorrel horse with a curly white hair on his forehead, tall but docile and well-behaved, snorted, and rubbed against his master affectionately, which made him Harry sighed in remembrance.

Every witcher should have a horse with a soul.

After going out, you must discuss with Dumbledore, unicorn, Thestral, or rune horse?I always have a mount for myself.

With another wave of his wand, he conjured a saddle and put it on the horse.

Even though he was still a little short now, Harry had no choice but to conjure up another footstool, stepped on it skillfully straddled it, and galloped away at high speed on it, leaving only a Dada horseshoe mark.

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