Chapter 143 I have no parents and am an orphan

This was the second time Harry had heard the word.

Avalon?

He had no interest in the legendary Utopia, but in Gryffindor's mouth, the White Wolf and his wife were buried there. Even if there was no such thing as the word "Utopia" came out of Ciri's mouth, that place was still worth searching for.

Where is it?

Harry was about to try to speak to see if he could communicate with Ciri's illusion.

The illusion dissipates.

This hasty meeting ended abruptly.

The Gryffindor sword in Harry's hand buzzed slightly, and a breath surged out from the ruby ​​on the hilt, wrapping happily around his hand, and then it disappeared.

He was not surprised.

Instead, follow this connected breath and look up.

After meeting those knights, he made such a guess and said something like that to the Sorting Hat - "He is playing Gryffindor."

The last stage of the trial is a ceremony.

Just like the first years followed in the footsteps of the Big Four, here he was, following in the footsteps of Gryffindor.

From Godric Gryffindor to Harry Potter.

Golden and red light shot out from the lake, opening a curtain in the sky, and the emblem of Gryffindor House was projected on the curtain.

It slowly opened.

Gryffindor, riding a white horse, flew out of the curtain and landed in front of Harry, with the disappearing sword hanging on his waist.

He got off the white horse, took off the sword, held it in both hands, and handed it to Harry: "I, Godric Gryffindor, recognize that you are a qualified and outstanding heir, then you are willing to inherit my glory.

, maintain and promote it?”

"I thought you would deny me." Harry stretched out his hand and solemnly took the Sword of Gryffindor.

Godric's face froze: "At this time, you shouldn't say such words that ruin the atmosphere."

"I'm really confused." Harry looked serious.

Godric turned back and looked at the other side, which was blocked by the fog and could not be seen: "You want to say Holson, right?"

"Is he the knight I killed?" Harry asked.

Godric nodded: "Well, my original choice was just like you said, to spare him."

As he spoke, he paused and his tone became weird: "I don't know the magic spell to modify memory. In fact, even if I could, I wouldn't change the memory in their brains to someone else's."

"Although, if I had to choose now, I might change their memory of me to Salazar."

"It seems that there was an unpleasant experience after that?" Harry stuffed the Sword of Gryffindor back into the Sorting Hat.

Godric's expression froze: "It's very unpleasant."

"After I obtained Galahad's relic and it was revealed by Holson, those Muggles wanted me, so I had to live a rather painful life. It wasn't until I met Rowena that under her wisdom, I

, solve these troubles."

"If I had to do it again," Harry said.

Godric understood what he meant and shook his head: "I still won't choose to kill him, but I will use magic to cover it up. At least the identity of the wizard will not be told to him. In addition to hating the wizard, Holson is a

Very good person.”

"But I don't exclude your choice."

"This kind of punishment is not excessive for him."

He looked at Harry with complicated eyes: "Those who want to kill others will surely suffer the backlash of death. However, you are only in the third grade."

"I have no parents." Harry replied calmly.

Godric was startled.

The Sorting Hat explained to him: "Harry is an orphan. Before entering school, his life at his aunt's house was not satisfactory."

"He has always been more mature, more decisive, and smarter than his peers, even many adult wizards."

"Sorry, I don't know." Godric looked ashamed, "I thought that after so many years, the outside world would be safer. I heard the man from five hundred years ago said that the order was better than ours.

To become.”

"It is indeed safe." Harry replied to him, "I don't know about the other grades, but in the entire third grade, I am the only one who is an orphan."

Godric's face became even more distorted.

He wished he could give himself a slap.

You were obviously trying to comfort me, but why did the situation get worse?

"It's okay." Harry comforted him, "Don't take it to heart, it's a fact."

Godric sighed and said seriously: "Harry, you are better than I thought. If I were you, I might not be able to be like you."

Harry shook his head and changed the subject: "I saw Galahad's relic, and there was a lady demonstrating swordsmanship. Did you learn your swordsmanship from her?"

"Yes." Godric nodded and smiled, "She should be the lady in the lake that Galahad met. I learned my swordsmanship from her. This thing is also among my relics.

middle."

"If you want to continue to improve your swordsmanship, she will be a good reference."

"She mentioned Avalon last." Harry asked, "Mr. Gryffindor, have you tried to find it?"

Godric shook his head: "We tried to find it. Helga and I originally wanted to build Hogwarts in Avalon, although we hadn't decided on the name of the magic school at that time."

"Muggles are becoming more and more malicious towards wizards, and the conflicts are getting bigger and bigger. We must protect the safety of the little wizards."

"But we never found it."

"Salazar built a castle in the Scottish Highlands. His magic was very powerful and the castle was safe. We established a school there."

"You want to find it?" After speaking briefly, Godric looked at Harry.

Harry smiled softly: "The legendary Utopia, according to the lady in the lake, does exist. Why not try to find it?"

"Then I hope you can discover something." Godric sent his blessing, took out his wand, and waved it lightly.

A picture frame appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

"Then, I will send you away."

Harry got into the portrait, his vision went dark, he stepped into the dark passage again, walked forward, and almost soon, he was back in the airtight room.

Godric moved his portrait away again.

A closet was revealed, containing some things, a large number of books, and some rare materials. Even after a thousand years, it was still filled with a powerful wave of magic power.

And what attracted Harry's attention the most was the wooden box that was older and older than he remembered.

When the Sorting Hat saw these things, he couldn't help but wailed: "Oh, no!"

It hooked the brim of its hat with the tip of its hat and curled up as much as possible.

Harry opened it and stuffed the books inside.

Wait until everything is installed.

The Sorting Hat burped vividly: "Harry, let's talk about it, how about you buy a bag for the Seamless Stretch Spell, I'm the Hat!"

Godric looked at the Sorting Hat thoughtfully: "So the hat can be used in this way, why didn't I think of it."

"I'm so grateful that you didn't think of that." The Sorting Hat sighed aggrievedly, "I'd rather be a cat scratching post."

"Don't worry, you can see Crookshanks if you go back today or tomorrow." Harry patted him, turned back and looked at the Sword of Gryffindor stuck in the center of the room.

Different from before.

The sword became more intimate, in tune with my own aura, and became like a magic wand.

And there is a magic power on it, which is exactly the same as the magic power in the pavilion, and it is cast with the spell of "Portkey".

Until this moment, this sword truly belongs to you.

"Although I have been mentally prepared for it." Godric said in a sigh.

Harry turned his head back: "You have been preparing for a thousand years."

Godric was startled: "After all, it is one of my closest companions."

"Then the other partner must be me." The sorting hat stood up proudly.

"Obviously the wand." Harry answered without thinking.

A trace of panic flashed across Godric's face: "Of course, the Sorting Hat is also one of my close friends."

The Sorting Hat shouted: "Godric, what's with that look on your face! You didn't have me in your heart just now!"

"No, I'm just looking at it from the perspective of a weapon." Godric argued, "You are not a weapon, you are my most beloved hat."
To be continued...