Chapter 136 Swallow (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 136 Swallow (Fourth update~Please subscribe~)

"Rowena always has a way, she is very smart." The Sorting Hat told the old story, "Such a forest is too dangerous next to the castle."

"Back then, there were even a few dragons living here."

"Godric and Salazar felt that the Forbidden Forest should be a place for trials for young wizards, but they couldn't convince Rowena and Helga."

"So he added this to the trial of his heir. The best Gryffindor must truly conquer this forest."

Harry remained expressionless as he collected the venom from the Acromantulas.

"Are you scared by the trial?" the Sorting Hat teased.

Harry shook his head: "No, I'm just 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. After collecting all the venom, nearly three-quarters of a pint, and stuffing the bottle into the Sorting Hat, he said softly: "Now you have to go on your way. No more singing. Don't give it." I'm causing trouble."

He is more careful.

But the forest is dangerous, especially a forest full of magical creatures and dark magical creatures.

Dragon Claw Vine waiting to be hunted.

I don’t know where the red hat is hiding in the shadows.

In the swamp, various mosquitoes, swamp diggers, and fire crabs behaved far more dangerously than in the classroom.

Until dark the next day.

Harry took out the map, looked at the moon, identified the direction again, and determined his distance. It was much slower than initially expected, and there was still nearly half the distance. It seemed that it would be difficult to return to the castle before Monday.

It was really sad to miss one of Dumbledore's classes.

He found a small slope and carefully checked inside and out to see that there were no dangerous creatures before setting up camp under a tree.

Dip into the Sorting Hat.

He took out a thick dragon skin bag and opened it. There was another layer of dragon skin bag inside. After opening it again, he shook out a pile of dry soil-like objects.

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

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

He snapped his fingers.

The flames burst into flames.

Harry broke off a piece of the clod-like thing and threw it into the fire. A strange smell floated out and drifted along the wind.

This is dragon dung.

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

Burning the feces of powerful creatures is one of the best ways to drive away those sneaky creatures in the wild.

Harry leaned against the tree trunk, put the Sword of Gryffindor across his knees, squinted his eyes, and entered into meditation. He could not sleep as unscrupulously in the wild as he did in the dormitory. From time to time, he would wave his wand, continue to refill the fuel, or break off a piece of dragon. Dung, thrown into the fire.

Wait until daybreak.

Harry was full of energy and set off again.

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

Harry stuffed the dragon dung back into the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat hissed.

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

He continued on his way.

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

Finally before the third sunset.

He finally arrived at the location marked on the map, a dilapidated garden, not very large in scale, with a small pavilion and a tight courtyard surrounded by a circle. Moss and vines covered up the exquisite work on the walls and stone pillars. pattern.

The stone door at the exit of the garden was brutally damaged, and there were traces of the crushing curse.

As expected, these are the traces left by the previous tester.

"There is such a place deep in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said expressionlessly, "Gryffindor uses it to have trysts with his lovers?"

The Sorting Hat shook the tip of its hat: "How do I know! This is my first time here too, and the last trialist was not as bold as you and dared to take me away from the principal."

"Does that mean you admit that Gryffindors often have trysts with their old lovers?" Harry said in a faint tone.

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

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

"I didn't!" The Sorting Hat was very angry.

Harry ignored it, waved his wand, and the dead wood turned into a kitten, and walked toward the garden. It raised its paws, stepped on the dilapidated stone door, walked in, turned around, walked over the vines, and walked through the broken stone door. Walked on the stone.

There are no traces of any biological invasion.

This is even more bizarre.

Harry took the cat back and pointed his wand at the gravel door. The stones twisted into little people and began to work hard, destroying the garden until they stepped on every corner without triggering any traps.

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

Harry put a layer of Quen on himself, added a round of armor to protect himself, and then walked cautiously into the garden.

He checked everything, nothing special.

Years of wear and tear left many traces.

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

The pavilion had long been dilapidated, with several stone pillars standing upright, and there was a faint magical aura on them. It was these things that kept them from collapsing or being damaged even after thousands of years.

The patterns under the moss were exquisite.

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

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

It was very sloppy, but it could be seen that it was a swallow flying with its arms and wings spread.

How could it appear here?

Harry's eyes were surprised.

"Oh, this pattern is a bit sloppy." The Sorting Hat commented, "Maybe it was eroded?"

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

There was only one swallow totem on that pillar, ancient and old, left over thousands of years ago.

That was the mark of Ciri.

The girl with ancient blood who could travel through time and space.

Has she been here?

"I think you may not find anything in the garden." The Sorting Hat suggested sincerely, "Do you see the stone table in the center of the pavilion? There is a crack on it. You can guess what it is used for."

Harry shook his head and pulled his thoughts back.

No matter what, continue the trial and you will always find out the result.

His eyes fell on the stone table that he had checked several times, pulled out the Gryffindor sword, aimed at the crack in the stone, and inserted it, fitting tightly.

A surge of magic power surged out.

After thousands of years, the magic has not dissipated.

After a while, the magic power stopped, and an inexplicable magic power fluctuation appeared on the Gryffindor sword.

Harry held it.

His belly button was tickled, and the world was spinning, pulling him around in a vast and boundless space, making him feel like he was stuffed into a washing machine and rolled 120 times a minute.

He landed in the blink of an eye.

Harry staggered and cast an Alder in front of him.

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

Harry looked up.

First, he looked around. In a closed room, there were no windows or doors. It should not be underground. There was no damp and cold feeling. The room was empty, without furniture or any furnishings.

Then, he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

It was a portrait.

A tall and 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 faintly, "Five hundred years ago, I thought it would be our reunion."

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

Harry translated for it: "Before meeting me, it was very lonely and could only serve as a scratching board or chat with the phoenix."

"Harry!" The Sorting Hat was shocked.

Godric laughed: "The trial agreement makes it impossible for me to leave here easily. I also want to go back to Hogwarts. I wonder what it has become after a thousand years?"

"Not bad." Harry nodded, "It is thriving. Except for the powerful dark wizards who broke in in the first year, the basilisks rampaged in the second year, and the Dementors surrounded in the third year, everything else is good."

Godric was stunned: "Hogwarts has become like this. The headmaster is really unqualified."

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

Harry's expression was serious: "Then what is my problem?"

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

Godric understood, and he looked at Harry in surprise: "You are only in the third year this year?"

Harry nodded.

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

Harry was stunned.

Godric whispered to him: "Eyes? Come over here and let me see."

Harry walked over.

He wondered if Godric knew something?

Godric looked at the portrait for a long time, shook his head, and whispered: "My dear hat, lions don't have vertical pupils, they have round pupils."

The Sorting Hat was shocked.

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

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