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

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

Helga Hufflepuff.

Half a head taller than Harry, her appearance was not very stunning, but her facial features were just right and there was a peculiar 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 looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become.

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

"Little wizard?" Hufflepuff asked in surprise. She saw through Harry's disguise at a glance. "I thought you were at least in your twenties. It's just that your voice sounds childish."

Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

She made herself feel very powerful, only slightly weaker 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 to Harry's waist: "I sense a familiar magic, can you let me see your thing?"

Before Harry could take off the Sorting Hat.

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

"Do I know you?" Helga looked at the hat and smiled politely, with a look of unfamiliarity on her face. "You don't seem to be a Horcrux."

"Of course I'm not!" The hat said confidently. It sighed, "I thought Helga here would be the same as Godric, but it turns out to be just a memory."

The Hufflepuff raised an eyebrow and waved his wand, causing a table and two chairs to fly over.

She motioned for Harry to sit down.

He cast another spell towards the distance, and wheat flour, eggs, and sugar flew over: "Do you like it sweeter or lighter?"

"A lighter one, thank you," Harry said.

Hufflepuff raised his wand, combined the raw materials, and cooked them in the air. In the blink of an eye, it became a steaming hot cake covered with cream and decorated with a cherry.

Three pieces of cake fell in front of the two people and one hat.

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

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

"That's for making noise." Harry produced a spoon, scooped out a small piece and put it in his mouth. It was just the right sweetness, with a light cherry aroma. Most importantly, it was steaming hot and the ingredients were fresh.

The Sorting Hat pointed its tip, and when it was done it realized, "No, this is for singing. The Hogwarts sorting depends entirely on my mouth."

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

The Sorting Hat raised itself up proudly, "Yes, the best magic school in the world, Hogwarts!"

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

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

She quickly put away her expression and said, "Tell me about the future?"

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

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

"Hufflepuffs are all excellent," Harry said, a little hesitantly, "and it's the house that has produced the fewest 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 good indeed. Now, I mean, in our time, there were still many wizards who were worried about filling their stomachs."

She paused for a moment and said, "But how do you want to resolve your commission?"

“Can you convince the parents of those children?”

The Sorting Hat shook.

Harry shook his head: "I'm not planning on doing that commission."

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

Harry pouted at the table. "I just assumed it would be Ms. Hufflepuff."

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

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

Looking back now, the days of bargaining with others for a coin or two have become a fond memory.

"So, should we tell them that we can't find it?" Hufflepuff sighed. "I have tried many times to explain it to them, but they..."

"Don't try to reason with those people." The Sorting Hat said earnestly.

Hufflepuff smiled, "You sound just like Godric."

"I'm going to use the Oblivion Charm," Harry said simply.

Hufflepuff was stunned: "Forgetfulness spell?"

"A spell invented in the era after you." Harry introduced it simply, "It can replace their current memory with a false memory."

"I think I can forge a memory in which their child was bought by the lord and lived a good life."

"When they grow up, if they are still 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 the 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 is the swordsmanship of the Lady of the Lake whom he once met."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the sword on Harry's back, and her expression became strange: "In fact, I wanted to ask this a long time ago, did Godric really bring sword training to Hogwarts?"

"No, I just have some reasons of my own." Harry shook his head.

The 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 sword masters like Godric. Compared to swords, spells are more useful."

The Sorting Hat snorted, "But Harry's swordsmanship is no worse than Godric's."

"He's worse than me," Harry corrected him.

The Sorting Hat flicked its tip and said, "Although you have defeated Godric, it is just a body in armor. You have not even used one tenth of your strength. At most, you are no more than an outstanding seventh-year graduate."

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

The Sorting Hat said firmly, "No, Godric must be more powerful."

"Maybe in terms of magic, but I'm definitely better at swordsmanship." Harry said cautiously, not falling into the language trap set by the Sorting Hat.

"It must be Godric's swordplay too," the Sorting Hat insisted.

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

Hufflepuff smiled helplessly: "Okay, stop arguing."

"Why not let Godric and Mr. Potter compete then?"

The Sorting Hat raised its head 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. I've already missed a day of detention. I should go back early and finish detention early."

"Detention?" Hufflepuff was startled. She looked at Harry in disbelief. "Is it a professor's punishment for students?"

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

After a brief exchange, she had a vague 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 putting the Transfiguration professor in detention for three years in a row, twice a week. In the summer vacation, he has to live with the Charms professor for a month."

"In the past two years, my dear Filius, the professor of Charms at Hogwarts, has always returned to Hogwarts exhausted and needs to rest for half a month to a month to get enough rest."

Harry flattened it with a slap. "You're the only one who talks too much."

"I'm telling the truth." The Sorting Hat grumbled in dissatisfaction, "We can't let the simple Helga be fooled by your cunningness."

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

"Goodbye, excellent little Hogwarts wizard." Hufflepuff also stood up, sent Harry out, and waved his wand. The greenhouse disappeared before Harry's eyes, and the surroundings turned back into the silent forest with strong magical fluctuations.

Return to the village.

Harry used the Oblivion Charm to modify their memories.

Ask for the direction to the village where Galahad's relics are, and get out of the village before they raise their pitchforks again.

He found a stone of the right size and with a flick of his wand, he transformed it into a chestnut horse with a curl of white hair on its forehead. It was tall but docile and well-behaved. It snorted and rubbed against its owner affectionately, which made Harry feel nostalgic.

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

When we get out, we must discuss with Dumbledore whether to ride a unicorn, a thestral, or a rune horse. We must have a mount.

He waved his wand again, and a saddle appeared, which he put on the horse.

Even though he was still a little short, Harry had to conjure up a footstool, step on it and sit on it skillfully, then ride it away at a rapid speed, leaving only a trail of horseshoe prints on the ground.