This was the second time Harry had heard the word.

Avalon?

He had no interest in the legendary utopia, but according to Gryffindor, the White Wolf and his wife were buried there. Even if that wasn't the case, hearing the word from Ciri's mouth, that place was worth looking for.

Where is it?

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

The illusion dissipated.

This hasty meeting came to an abrupt end.

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

He was not surprised.

Instead, he followed this connected breath and looked up.

After seeing those knights, he had such a guess and said the same thing as the Sorting Hat - "He is playing Gryffindor."

The final stage of the test is a ceremony.

Just as 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, pulling open a curtain in the sky, and the emblem of Gryffindor House was projected on the curtain.

It slowly opened.

Gryffindor rode out from behind the curtain on a white horse and landed in front of Harry, with the missing sword at 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, acknowledge that you are a qualified and excellent heir. So, are you willing to inherit my glory, maintain and carry forward it?"

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

Godric's face froze: "At a time like this, you shouldn't say something that would ruin the atmosphere."

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

Godric turned around and looked at the other side of the river which was blocked by the fog and could not be seen: "You mean Holsen?"

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

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

He paused and said in a strange tone: "I don't know how to cast the spell to modify memory. In fact, even if I could, I wouldn't modify the memory in their brains to become someone else."

"Although, if I had to choose now, I would probably change the me in their memory to Salazar."

"It seems like 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 got Galahad's relic, Holson revealed it to the public, and the Muggles wanted me. I had to live a very painful life until I met Rowena. With her wisdom, I was able to solve these problems."

"If I let you do it again..." Harry began.

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 I won't tell him the identity of the wizard. Apart from my hatred for wizards, Holson is a very good person."

"But I don't reject your choice."

"This punishment is not excessive for him."

He looked at Harry with a complicated look in his eyes: "Anyone who wants to kill others will surely be retaliated by death, but you are only in the third grade..."

"I don't have any parents," Harry replied calmly.

Godric was startled.

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

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

"Sorry, I don't know." Godric looked ashamed. "I thought that after so many years, the outside world should be safer. I heard from someone who lived five hundred years ago that the order was better than it was in our time..."

"It is indeed safe." Harry replied, "I am not sure about other grades, but I am the only orphan in the entire third grade."

Godric's expression twisted even more.

He wanted to slap himself.

I was clearly trying to comfort her, so why did the situation get worse?

"It's okay." Harry comforted him, "Don't take it to heart, this is the truth."

Godric sighed and said seriously, "Harry, you are better than I thought. If I were you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to be like you."

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

"Yes." Godric nodded and chuckled, "She should be the Lady of the Lake that Galahad met. I learned my swordsmanship from her. This thing is also among my relics."

"If you want to continue to improve your swordsmanship, she'll 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 a name for the magic school at that time."

"Muggles are becoming more and more hostile towards wizards, and conflicts are becoming more and more serious. We must protect the safety of the young wizards."

“But we never found it.”

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

"You want to go find it?" After saying this 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 find something." Godric gave his blessing, took out his wand and waved it gently.

A picture frame appeared in front of Harry.

"Then I will send you away."

Harry entered the portrait and his eyes went dark. He stepped into the dark passage again and walked forward. Almost instantly, he returned to the airtight room.

Godric moved his own portrait away again.

A closet was revealed, with some things placed inside, a large number of books, and some rare materials. Even after a thousand years, it was still filled with a powerful magical fluctuation.

And what caught Harry's attention most was the wooden box that looked even older and more ancient than he remembered.

When the Sorting Hat saw these things, it couldn't help but wail, "Oh no!"

It hooked the tip of its hat around its brim and curled up as best it could.

Harry pushed it open and stuffed the books inside.

Wait until everything is loaded.

The Sorting Hat burped vividly. "Harry, how about you buy a bag for the Traceless Extension Charm? I'm the Hat!"

Godric looked at the Sorting Hat and thought, "So the hat can be used in this way. Why didn't I think of it?"

"Thank you so much for not thinking of that." The Sorting Hat sighed aggrievedly, "I would rather be a cat scratching post than..."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to see Crookshanks when you go back today or tomorrow." Harry patted him and turned to look at the sword of Gryffindor inserted in the middle of the room.

Different from before.

The sword became more intimate, blending with his own aura, and became like a magic wand.

And there was a magic about it, the same as the one in the pavilion, and it was cast with the "Portkey" spell.

Until this moment, this sword truly belonged to him.

"Although I was mentally prepared." Godric sighed.

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

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

"Then the other partner must be me." The Sorting Hat stood proudly.

"Obviously the wand," Harry answered without hesitation.

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 wrong with that expression? You didn't have me in your mind just now!"

"No, I'm just looking at it from a weapon's perspective." Godric argued, "You're not a weapon, you're my favorite hat."

"But I'm the only hat you have." The Sorting Hat said in a low voice.

Godric wanted to say something else.

Harry interrupted their conversation: "Flirting can wait."

Godric raised an eyebrow. "That's not a word that suits me and my hat."

"Do you want me to take you back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, "or do you plan to go back to Hogwarts on your own?"

Godric said in a resentful tone: "I am just a painting now. How can I return to the castle? Do I need the frame to grow a pair of legs?"

"Travel to another painting," Harry began.

Godric's eyes widened in surprise.

"Godric and his friends didn't have that spell in their time." The Sorting Hat shook. "If time travel was possible, we would have seen him in the castle a long time ago. He is not someone who can stand loneliness."

Godric clenched his fists in the portrait: "I should have asked that student five hundred years ago!"

Harry said nothing, raised his hand and took down the portrait of Gryffindor.

As Godric and the Sorting Hat exclaimed, he rolled up the canvas and stuffed it into the hat.

He walked over to the Sword of Gryffindor and took hold of the hilt with both hands.

The belly button is tickled, and there is that familiar dizzying feeling.

Harry rolled over and put on a layer of Quinn Shield on himself. When he looked up, he found that the portkey did not take him to the abandoned garden, but to the open space outside the castle where he and Dumbledore were training.

Hogwarts' ban seems to be ineffective against Gryffindor.

This is good, so I don’t have to rush.

Harry waved his wand, and a boat appeared, which slowly floated towards the castle.

Someone was sitting alone on the grass across the lake, holding a book, reading, and occasionally looking up at the forbidden forest, as if waiting for something.