Chapter 140 Galahad's Relics (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 140 Galahad's Relics (Fourth Update~Please subscribe)

Harry walked into the greenhouse under the guidance of the badger.

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

Helga Hufflepuff.

She was half a head taller than Harry. Her appearance was not very stunning. Her facial features were just right. There was a strange charm on her face, like the warm sun in winter, cold drinks in summer, and everything that appeared at the most appropriate time. The more you look at her, the more beautiful she seems to be.

She is a witch that makes people want to get close to her.

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

Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

She made him feel very powerful, only slightly worse than Dumbledore.

"Don't be so afraid of me." Hufflepuff couldn't help laughing, "You came here on your own."

Harry shook his head: "Sorry."

Hufflepuff lowered his head and fell to Harry's waist: "I sense a familiar magic, can you let me see your thing?"

Before Harry took off the Sorting Hat.

The hat couldn't help but greeted: "Helga, long time no see!"

"Do we know each other?" Helga looked at the hat, smiled politely, and her face was full of unfamiliarity, "You don't seem to be a Horcrux."

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

Hufflepuff raised her eyebrows, waved her wand, and a table and two chairs flew over.

She beckoned Harry to sit down.

She waved a spell in the distance again, and wheat flour, eggs, and sugar flew over: "Do you like sweeter or lighter?"

"Lighter, thank you." Harry said.

Hufflepuff raised his wand, combined the raw materials, cooked in the air, and 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 the two people and the hat.

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

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

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

The Sorting Hat pointed the tip of the hat, and only reacted after it was finished: "No, this is for singing. The Hogwarts Sorting depends on my mouth."

"You mean Hogwarts?" Hufflepuff was stunned and repeated the word.

The Sorting Hat raised itself up proudly with a "high" sound: "Yes, the best magic school in the world, Hogwarts!"

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

"Little wizards are the most dangerous." Hufflepuff sighed, "Whether it is for themselves, their families, or the villagers, this is true."

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

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

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

"Hufflepuffs are all excellent." Harry said, with a hesitant tone, "It is the college with the least dark wizards."

The Sorting Hat shook: "Be sure, that's it."

"And you have always implemented your philosophy, treating every little wizard equally and lovingly." Harry put down the 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 were still many wizards who were worried about filling their stomachs."

As she said, she paused slightly: "But how do you want to solve your commission?"

"Can you convince the parents of those children?"

The Sorting Hat shook.

Harry shook his head: "I don't plan to do that commission."

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

Harry tapped the table: "At that time, I just guessed that the witch would be Ms. Hufflepuff."

"If not, I have to find a way to get something that can help me get information in this world."

He paused and said: "And it's fun."

The days of bargaining with people for one or two coins, looking back now, have become a beautiful memory.

"So, do you want to announce to them that you can't find it back?" Hufflepuff sighed, "I tried many times to make it clear to them, but they..."

"Don't think about reasoning with those people." The Sorting Hat said earnestly.

Hufflepuff smiled: "Your tone is really like Godric."

"I plan to use the Oblivion Charm." Harry said concisely.

Hufflepuff was stunned: "Oblivion Charm?"

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

"I think I can forge a memory where their children were bought by the lord and lived a good life."

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

Hufflepuff's eyes lit up: "What 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. There are relics of the legendary holy knight Galahad. You should know that Godric is always proud of his knighthood."

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

As she said, her eyes fell on the sword on Harry's back, and her face became strange: "In fact, I wanted to ask a long time ago, did Godric really bring swordsmanship 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 repeatedly: "I don't mean anything else. It's just that among wizards, there are very few who have the talent to become a master of swordsmanship like Godric. Compared with swords, spells are more useful."

The Sorting Hat snorted: "But Harry's swordsmanship is not worse than Godric's at all."

"He's a little worse than me." Harry corrected its mistake.

The Sorting Hat flicked the tip of its hat: "Although you beat Godric, it's just a body of armor, and it didn't even play one tenth of its strength. At most, at most, it's just the level of an excellent seventh-grade graduate."

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

The Sorting Hat said in a tough tone: "No, Godric must be better."

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

"Godric must be better in swordsmanship." The Sorting Hat insisted.

Harry was also very persistent: "He wields a sword for magic, which is still inferior to mine."

Hufflepuff smiled helplessly: "Okay, stop arguing."

"Why don't we let Godric and Mr. Potter compete?"

The Sorting Hat raised proudly: "We'll see when the time comes!"

"Would you like to rest here for a while?" Hufflepuff invited Harry.

Harry shook his head: "No, it's Monday today, I've missed a day of detention, go back early and finish detention early."

"Detention?" Hufflepuff was startled, she looked at Harry in disbelief, "Is it a punishment from the professor to the students?"

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

After a brief exchange, she had a shallow impression of Harry.

Excellent, mature, and steady.

Such students are obviously the least likely to make mistakes.

"He is the one who puts the professor in detention." The Sorting Hat teased, "Harry, his situation is a bit special. He has been holding the Transfiguration professor in detention for three consecutive years, twice a week, and he has to stay with the Charms professor for a month during the summer vacation."

"In the past two years, my dear Filius, the Charms professor at Hogwarts, has returned to Hogwarts exhausted and has to rest for half a month to a month before he can rest well."

Harry slapped it flat: "You are the only one who talks too much."

"I am telling the truth." The Sorting Hat muttered in dissatisfaction, "Don't let the simple Helga be fooled by your cunning."

"Goodbye, Ms. Hufflepuff." Harry stood up and hung the Sorting Hat on his waist.

"Goodbye, excellent little wizard of Hogwarts." Hufflepuff also stood up and sent Harry out. With a wave of his wand, the greenhouse disappeared under Harry's eyes, and the surroundings turned back to the quiet forest with strong magical fluctuations.

Back to the village.

Harry used the Oblivion Charm to modify their memories.

He asked for the direction of the village where Galahad's relics were, and walked out of the village before they raised their pitchforks again.

He found a stone of suitable size, and with a light wave of his wand, he turned it into a chestnut horse with a curl of white hair on its forehead. It was tall but docile and well-behaved, sniffing and rubbing against its owner affectionately, which made Harry nostalgic.

Every witcher should have a horse that is in tune with his mind.

When I get out, I must discuss with Dumbledore whether it should be a unicorn, a thestral, or a rune horse? I must have a mount.

He waved his wand again, conjured up a saddle, and put it on the horse.

Even though he was still a little short, Harry had to conjure up a footstool, stepped on it and skillfully sat on it, and rode it to the distance at a high speed, leaving only a trail of horse hoof prints.

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