Godric looked.

What kind of eyes are these?

Amber, vertical pupils, sharp and perceptive. Occlumency and legilimency made these eyes even deeper, with an endless background of emptiness behind the brilliant galaxy.

This made him feel like he was being watched even though he was a portrait.

"Are you asking me if I've ever seen eyes like yours?" Godric inquired.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly: "Have you seen it?"

"No." Godric shook his head.

Harry's eyes relaxed: "But have you heard of it?"

Godric nodded, "Of course, as a powerful enough wizard, I have heard and seen many things. Do you want to know?"

"Thank you very much," Harry thanked him.

"Then take this news as a prize." Godric smiled, "I will temporarily add an extra level for you. As long as you pass it, I will tell you this news. How about it?"

"If you don't pass, then you're not ready for this news."

"Of course, you can refuse this extra hurdle and proceed to the real trial."

Harry nodded. "What's the test?"

"Defeat me." Godric raised the corner of his mouth and smiled even brighter.

Harry expressionless, raised his wand and pointed it at the portrait.

"No! Not my portrait!" Godric's eyes widened and he shook his head. "I thought you would be shocked. No matter how you look at it, what I meant was that you should face me in person, not my portrait."

"Aren't you afraid of fighting Gryffindor?"

"Harry has never been fearless." The Sorting Hat shook its head. "As soon as he entered school, he met a troll and killed it!"

Godric looked at him in surprise.

The Sorting Hat continued teasingly, "Remember that time when you were drunk and wanted to duel with the troll with a sword? It took a lot of effort to kill it, and you were not as efficient as Harry."

"I was drunk that time." Godric emphasized.

"A drunk Gryffindor is no match for an eleven-year-old wizard?" Harry said calmly.

Godric was startled. He looked at the Sorting Hat and asked, "Does this little wizard always speak in this style?"

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip.

"Luckily I am only a thought now." Godric muttered, waving his hand in the portrait.

There was a loud bang.

One wall shook violently, twisted and opened, and with a few clangs, a suit of armor walked out, holding the sword of Gryffindor in his hand.

"Allow me to introduce it proudly." Godric said proudly, "This is an alchemical product that Rowena and I made together. It can temporarily become a thinking body."

"Of course, it has its flaws, and it's still a far cry from my true abilities."

"As part of the trial for young wizards, it is more than enough."

Magic power surged on the portrait.

A breath flows from the portrait to the armor.

Godric's portrait became static, old, and ordinary.

And the suit of armor came alive, moving its limbs and jumping around animatedly.

"Godric?" Harry asked tentatively.

The armor nodded: "It's me."

"A magical object like the Sorting Hat?" Harry looked at the armor and then back at the portrait.

The suit of armor replied, "Of course, Harry, you are excellent. I really hope you can defeat me and bring my portrait back to the castle. This kind of life is too boring. At least the hat can be used as a cat scratching post. I don't even have a cat here."

"Godric!" the Sorting Hat yelled in annoyance.

"Would you like me to lend you a wand?" Harry asked, and he kept the wand that Sirius had taken away.

The armor shook his head. "I don't need a wand to cast spells."

As it spoke, it swung the sword in its hand: "Also, don't forget that I am a Gryffindor. In addition to magic, I also know swordsmanship."

"Be careful, little wizard. Even Salazar would have a headache if he could match my swordsmanship."

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled out the snake-bone sword, which was longer and thicker than the Gryffindor sword. He stood expressionless and said, "Unfortunately, I am also good at swordsmanship."

"How surprising! Have you been my admirer since childhood?" The Armor said in surprise, "Wizards don't learn to use swords."

Harry stepped forward with his sword and slashed. "You remind me of Lockhart."

Armor was excited and rushed forward with a sword in hand: "As wizards, are we going to have a duel between knights? This feeling is really good."

When one man and one suit of armor were about to face off.

Harry waved his wand and his robes changed with two whooshes. He quickly bound the man in armor's hands, pulled hard, turned his arms behind his back, and tied a beautiful bow.

"Lockhart was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts last year," the Sorting Hat introduced at the right time, "a male wizard with an empty head, no skills, and only good at talking big, who thought Harry would be his fan."

“He’s also very handsome.”

In the armor, Godric's voice was shocked: "You actually used magic!"

"Thunder explosion!"

After tying up his hands with the armor, Harry did not continue to use the sword, but instead chanted a spell.

An explosion sounded.

The armor was severely damaged, with the abdomen and head severely sunken, and it was shaky, but still hanging together firmly.

"You remind me of Salazar." Godric sighed, and the temperature on the armor suddenly rose. With a hissing sound, the cloth strip caught fire, burned to ashes and fell down. It also regained its freedom and swung a sword, stabbing Harry's abdomen from a tricky angle.

Harry thrust his sword horizontally, and they collided with a clang.

Spells and swordplay.

They are both very good at both and have a lot of experience, combining magic and swordsmanship skillfully.

The Sorting Hat hummed a cheerful medieval tune.

The rhythm of gunpowder, explosions, collisions of deformed creatures, and the interweaving of sword lights.

"You really surprised me." The armor laughed. It had lost an arm and a piece of its breastplate was torn. "I have to admit that, from a combat perspective, you are already a very good successor."

"You surprise me, too," Harry echoed him. "Such excellent swordsmanship."

Not only outstanding, but also of the same origin.

There were some changes, just like he changed his swordplay for combat and spells. Gryffindor also made some changes to the swordplay he learned.

But in the eyes of a swordsmanship master.

No matter how many changes there are, it is just like wearing different clothes and wearing different accessories. Its essence is still there and has not changed.

He saw the shadow of Vesemir, the swordsmanship instructor of all wolf-faction witchers.

We also see the shadow of Coin, a powerful demon hunter from the Griffin school. A long time ago, when Ciri was brought back to Kaer Morhen by Geralt, he came to Kaer Morhen to spend the winter and taught Ciri and Harry some swordsmanship.

There is also a hint of Geralt.

Harry and Ciri both liked Geralt's elegant "art".

Harry and Ciri had the same teacher.

But they all have their own style.

Harry is more like Coin, his sigils are more powerful than those of ordinary witchers, while Ciri is more like Geralt, light and elegant.

The armor is used for Ciri's swordsmanship.

"This sentence should be given to you as well." The armor raised his hand, and the broken and deformed creature twisted into a giant, smashing down towards Harry fiercely.

Alder!

Invisible ripples ran across the colossus.

The armor was also knocked off balance. Harry swung his sword and smashed it hard on the helmet. It fell to the ground with a clang, making a loud noise.

The Colossus wanted to continue attacking.

"Let's stop here." Harry said expressionlessly, "It's impossible for a living person to continue fighting after losing an arm and having a big hole in his chest. I have been enduring it for your sake. Now my head has been chopped off. Do I still want to continue fighting?"

The colossus disintegrated, and a cloud of rubble fell to the ground.

The armor walked over, put the head back on, walked back to the portrait, put his palm on it, and the portrait came alive again: "What a pity! I wish I could fight you with my real body."

Harry looked at him. "Then please tell me the news."

"Okay, okay." Godric sighed, "I haven't seen your eyes, but I have heard a legend."

Harry listened.

"Do you know King Arthur?" Godric asked.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't think there's a single Briton who doesn't know him."

"What about Galahad?" Godric asked again.

Harry was stunned and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Hogwarts only teaches the history of magic, not the history of ordinary people."

"Galahad is one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table." Godric introduced, "He is the purest virgin knight and the only one who can hold the Holy Grail. Helga's golden cup is made of a replica of the Holy Grail."

"He once set out on a journey in search of the Holy Grail. When he passed through the magical valley of Kum Puka, he met a lady from the lake."

"In mythology, the Lady of the Lake grants the sword to those she recognizes."

Harry was startled.

Is there a Lady of the Lake in this world?

"But Galahad did not receive the gift from the Lady of the Lake." Godric continued, "Instead, he won the favor of the Lady of the Lake from another perspective. He brought her back to Camelot to meet King Arthur and told him a legendary story."

"One of them, called White Wolf, was depicted by the Lady of the Lake as having the same cat-like eyes as you."

Harry was silent for a while. "This kind of story doesn't exist in the records of the Peverell and Black families. How did you know about it?"

"I am a descendant of Gawain." Godric smiled proudly, "the most noble, most benevolent, and most perfect Chief Knight of the Round Table."

"Wizards don't bother to learn about the history of many ordinary people. The Lady of the Lake finally left after helping King Arthur. She said she was going to another world, leaving behind only this legend and her superb swordsmanship."

"My swordsmanship was inherited from her."