The horses galloped, raising clouds of dust.

A flock of flying birds were startled and a few small animals ran in panic.

The Sorting Hat hummed a little tune, and its voice relaxed: "It has been a long time since I last did this. A thousand years ago, when Hogwarts was not well-known, Godric would take me with him when he had to go out to look for students."

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up slightly.

Yes, he hasn't been like this for a long time.

On the way, Harry asked the Sorting Hat about the situation in this era.

He picked a handful of leaves, turned them into silver pennies and put them in his hat.

The horse created by Transfiguration does not have that kind of telepathic connection, but it also has an advantage, which is tirelessness.

The world of the portrait is extremely real.

The speed of time flowed like in the real world. The sun set, stretching their shadows long and narrow.

It was not until dark that they arrived at the village where the legendary Galahad's relics were located.

This village is much larger and even has a small square with a burnt-out bonfire. Right next to it, there is a pub with a sign that says Malt and Grape, swaying slightly in the wind.

This made Harry feel relieved.

The pub is always the best place to gather intelligence because there are many people there, and most people, after drinking too much, will have their brains numbed by alcohol, and will be less able to control their mouths than normal.

Just like George and Fred, after they drank too much, they liked to hug Percy and tell him all the pranks they had played on him.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

There were quite a few people in the tavern. The knights with swords sat in the best seats, followed by the rangers, who sat at the clean long tables. At a glance, the villagers and farmers dressed as farmers sat in the corners, discussing in low voices and whispering.

His arrival attracted a lot of people's attention.

"A glass of mead." Harry walked to the bar, took out a silver penny and put it on the table.

The proprietress' eyes lit up as she carefully poured a glass for Harry.

Taking a sip, Harry couldn't help but frown.

This wine is actually not bad, it's just that his appetite has been spoiled by Wood's whiskey and vodka.

"Are the guests coming from far away?" The proprietress tiptoed.

But Harry was hiding in the shadows, making it difficult for her to see the appearance of this not-so-tall guest.

"Are you asking if I'm here for Galahad's relics?" Harry took a sip of wine and pointed out her thoughts.

He took out another silver penny and put it on the table: "I will let you earn this money."

The proprietress put her hand on the money but said nothing.

Harry raised an eyebrow and took out another one: "This is all the patience I have."

"That's enough." The landlady nodded and put away the three pennies.

She lowered her voice: "Galahad's relics are related to the Lady of the Lake."

The Lady of the Lake?

Harry's eyes grew serious and he sat in the shadows, straightening himself.

"It's in a lake not far from here." The proprietress continued, "Many people have been there, but unfortunately none of them have been favored by the Lady of the Lake. Instead, the famous wizard Godric Gryffindor has..."

Suddenly a knight came over with a wine glass.

He joined the conversation in a frivolous tone: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? The sword of King Arthur, the greatest of mankind, was given to a wizard freak by the Lady of the Lake."

"Maybe the Lady of the Lake is a witch?" Harry responded expressionlessly.

The knight was startled, then laughed: "You said the lady in the lake is a fairy, which is more reliable than a witch. When did those mysterious wizards learn to forge weapons?"

"Ever seen a goblin?" Harry asked him.

The knight shook his head, "No, but I have seen the goblins' craftsmanship."

His eyes rested on the armor Harry was wearing.

"Only knights with superb skills can gain the favor of goblins." There was a hint of envy in his tone.

"Where is the lake?" Harry looked at the proprietress.

"It's not far away, to the northwest, at the entrance to a valley called Kum Pukka." The knight told the address before the proprietress could speak.

The proprietress frowned and said, "I won't share the money with you."

"Of course." The knight nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Harry.

Harry put his glass down. "You want to go with me to look for Galahad's relics?"

The knight readily admitted, "That's right."

"I can see that you are very powerful. You have been recognized by the fairies. They forged armor and weapons for you. And your sword doesn't seem to be an ordinary sword? Is it also a sword with the magical powers of the fairies?"

"If there is a chance, please let me follow you on this journey."

Harry said nothing, thinking quietly.

He always remembered it clearly, this trial was a memory of Gryffindor.

Then the appearance of this knight should be someone Gryffindor had encountered before, just like he was treating himself now, and he asked Gryffindor to follow him.

"Thank you, but I don't think so." Thinking of this, Harry refused decisively.

The knight's face turned grim.

Harry stood up and walked out the door.

The knight took a big step and blocked his way: "No, please consider me..."

In a flash, he saw Harry's eyes, those amber cat-like pupils, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, bumping his head against the bar. With a sweep of his arm, the glass was knocked over and the wine slipped, flowing all over the bar.

Harry quickened his pace, walked out of the bar, mounted his horse, and left the village.

"Don't you want to rest for a while tonight?" The Sorting Hat said lazily, "That village is a good choice. I haven't slept in a bed for a long time."

"Gryffindor didn't tell you?" Harry shook his head.

The Sorting Hat was startled. "What did you say?"

"He was betrayed in his past," Harry said concisely.

The Sorting Hat bent its waist and tried to recall: "It seems there was such a past? Wait, how did you know? I almost forgot!"

"This is a test." Harry said softly, "Nothing happens without reason."

"I though Mr. Gryffindor resembles Lockhart."

"They are just similar in narcissism. He is far from being a vulgar person like Lockhart."

At this point, Harry made his own guess.

"The first village is Gryffindor, or should I say Hufflepuff lady's reminder?"

"If it weren't for me, it would be difficult for a normal little wizard to think of hiding his identity, or he would hide it with many loopholes, and those people would catch the little wizard, kill him directly, or use him to threaten Ms. Hufflepuff."

"As for this village, it allowed me to understand the nature of the trial, to find Galahad's relics like Gryffindor did."

"They seem to like this sense of ceremony very much. When they enter school in the first year, the little wizards have to take a boat just like the four giants discovered Hogwarts. And now, here, I also want to embark on a journey like Gryffindor did back then."

"That knight was someone Gryffindor encountered back then. He said it right from the start. He hated Gryffindor and wizards."

"But he actually followed Gryffindor. I think Sirius can guess what the result will be."

The Sorting Hat sighed, "So you didn't stay in the village because he saw your eyes?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, his tone a little sad, "They are really malicious towards wizards."

It was almost as bad as the malice he had suffered in the past.

The horse galloped very fast.

When dawn broke, Harry arrived at the valley.

Mist shrouded the valley and a magical aura shrouded the entrance, but of course, this wonderful magical valley was not Harry's destination.

The lake in front of the valley also contains magic, a magic called "beauty".

The deep blue lake surface is as smooth as a polished sapphire mirror without any ripples even when the wind blows. The towering Ihwaidefa Mountains are reflected in the lake water. They stand on the land and become the steadfast guardian of this lake.

Harry dismounted and led the horse over.

A small boat was moored at the shore, as if waiting for his arrival.

call out--

Suddenly, a soft sound came from the woods beside. It was the sound of a bowstring being tightened and then loosened, and an arrow flew towards Harry.

Harry ducked back onto the horse.

The arrow hit the horse hard, but no blood flowed out and the horse did not react at all.

Harry waved his wand and it turned into a stone again, blocking his way.

"See, I said he was a wizard!" The knight in the tavern shouted loudly.

He rode out of the woods with a team of fully armored knights.

Staring intently at the boulder where Harry was hiding.

"Outlier! Accept your judgment!" a bald knight shouted, "A weird creature like you is not worthy of the relic of one of the greatest knights of mankind!"

Harry sighed: "Do you know what I want to say most now?"

"What?" The Sorting Hat was startled.

"Mr. Gryffindor, that seems a little too deliberate." There was no tone in Harry's words, which were very cold.

The Sorting Hat still doesn't quite understand.

In the distance, the sound of knights' horses' hooves could be heard as they charged towards Harry.

Harry waved his wand slowly and said, "Last night, I left the pub and headed straight here. I didn't stop on the way and I didn't get lost."

The dark rocks by the lake twisted and surged out like vines, rushing towards the knights.

"I'm already at my fastest speed."

"But these people are actually faster than me and are lying in ambush here." Harry sighed, "Moreover, in my opinion, this group of people suddenly appeared. There weren't so many of them in the forest before."

"Is it necessary for a young wizard to experience the scene of being betrayed?"

The vines bound the mortal knights one by one, wrapped them up and lifted them high, while their horses stumbled and fell to the ground in pieces.

Harry drew out his snake bone sword and slowly walked in front of the group of knights. He looked at the man he met in the tavern, his face full of horror.