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."

"At that time, 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 test of his heir. The best Gryffindor must truly conquer this forest."

Harry kept an expressionless face as he collected the venom from the Acromantulas.

"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, no more

I'm causing trouble."

"Aha, you're here too?" Godric smiled lightly, "That time five hundred years ago, I thought it would be our reunion."

Harry walked over.

Godric was stunned when he heard this: "Hogwarts has become like this. The principal is really unqualified."

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

Wait until dawn.

Harry stuffed the dragon dung back into the Sorting Hat.

There are many signs of wear and tear over time.

"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.

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

There is only one swallow totem on that pillar, which is ancient and obsolete and was left behind thousands of years ago.

He finally walked to the place marked on the map, a dilapidated garden, not very big in scale, with a small pavilion and a tight courtyard surrounded by moss and vines. The walls were covered with moss and vines, and the exquisite work on the stone pillars

pattern.

Harry ignored it, waved his wand, and the dead wood turned into a kitten, and walked towards 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 rocks.

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

The flames burned.

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

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

The patterns under the moss are exquisite.

Red-haired, green-eyed, tall and handsome man.

Has she been here?

How did it appear here?

Harry had a look of surprise in his eyes.

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

Thousands of years have passed and the magic has not dissipated.

Godric laughed loudly: "The agreement of the trial prevents me from leaving here easily. I also want to go back to Hogwarts to see it. I don't know what it has become after a thousand years."

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

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

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

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

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

He snapped his fingers.

The Sorting Hat hissed.

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

"Hey, little Gryffindor, don't be so excited." A voice said in a panic, "It's just a portkey. Didn't you learn it in Charms class?"

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

There are no traces of any biological invasion.

No matter what, if you continue to test, you can always find out the results.

First, I looked at the surrounding environment. I was in a closed room with no windows or doors. It shouldn't be underground. It didn't have that damp and cold feeling. The room was empty, without furniture or any furnishings.

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

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

Dip into the Sorting Hat.

But the forest is very dangerous, especially in a forest full of magical creatures and black magic creatures.

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

His eyes fell on the stone table that he had inspected several times, he pulled out Gryffindor's sword, pointed it at the crack in the stone, and inserted it into the seam, making it fit perfectly.

Harry shook his head and pulled his thoughts back.

Take out a thick dragon skin bag and open it. There is a layer of dragon skin bag inside. After opening it again, shake out a pile of dry soil-like objects.

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

Harry looked up.

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, throw it into the fire.

"Godric, Harry is excellent." The Sorting Hat shouted proudly, "He pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor when he entered school, and look at his eyes, how like a lion."

He is more careful.

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

That's the mark that represents Ciri.

This is dragon dung.

"Harry!" the Sorting Hat was shocked.

Finally before the third sunset.

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

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

"It's pretty good." Harry nodded, "Thriving. Except for the powerful dark wizard who broke in during the first grade, the basilisk that raged during the second grade, and the dementors that surrounded me during the third grade, everything else was good.

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

A surge of magic power surged out.

Until dark the next day.

Landed in the blink of an eye.

"Godric, why did you leave the portrait here?" the Sorting Hat exclaimed.

Godric understood. He looked at Harry in surprise: "You are only in the third year this year?"

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

His navel was tickled, and the world was spinning, pulling him around in the boundless space, making him feel like he was being stuffed into a washing machine and rolled one hundred and twenty times a minute.

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

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

Harry was full of energy and set off again.

This is even more bizarre.

In the swamp, there are various mosquitoes, swamp diggers, and fire crabs. Their behavior is far more dangerous than in the classroom.

It's a portrait.

He continued on his way.
To be continued...