The forbidden forest is bustling with activity.

George and Fred were chased out of the Forbidden Forest by creatures from the Forbidden Forest, followed by Hagrid, wielding a huge broom and swearing.

There are also some couples on dates looking for secluded corners.

Occasionally, you could see a few Nifflers sneaking out, trying to sneak into the castle, but before they could get far, they would be picked up by Fang and thrown back into the Forbidden Forest, or chased by Lady Norris and escape from the castle.

Even if a Niffler managed to sneak into the castle, it would appear at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with a snap, and its pockets, which had just been filled, would become empty.

It scratched its head and wanted to go to the castle, but soon it was forced to follow the Nifflers who were being chased by Loris and Yaya, and escape back to the Forbidden Forest.

Tranquility and peace.

Only the figure in armor never appeared.

"Powerful potion?" A shadow suddenly covered her, and a familiar voice came into her ears, "I remember you had finished reading it a long time ago?"

The little figure sitting on the grass by the lake raised his head and looked at the figure he had been thinking about for several days.

He looked a little haggard and dusty.

The robe was gone, leaving only the armor.

His whole body was clean, after all, wizards have magic - there were only a few who were like Sirius who never threw a shot at themselves after getting the wand and cleaned it up. But precisely because it was clean, the marks on the armor were more clearly visible.

Claw marks, peck marks, sword wounds...

Even one finger of the right glove was torn.

This is armor made of basilisk skin scales.

"Hmm?" Harry asked.

Hermione came back to her senses and shook her head: "I've been too tired from studying recently, so I thought I'd just read some books to relax."

"Are you not hurt?" Hermione stood up holding the book and walked around Harry.

"I thought you would first ask me whether the trial was successful." Harry smiled lightly.

Hermione was annoyed and hit him on the shoulder: "You should smile more."

Harry didn't show any reluctance to react.

She was relieved to see that he wasn't holding on despite being injured.

"This is harder than getting Professor Dumbledore not to eat candy." Harry looked towards the eighth floor. He could feel a pair of eyes falling on him from there. He raised his hand and greeted.

Hermione looked back in confusion: "With Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I guess he noticed the magic from the portkey just now."

"Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's to rest for a while?" Hermione followed him into the castle.

Harry shook his head: "No, I'm not seriously injured, I just didn't sleep well, I'll just go back and rest tonight."

Hermione was worried and wanted to speak.

Harry got there before her and interrupted her: "Don't worry, I know my body well. If I can't take care of the injuries myself, I'll go find her."

Hermione nodded.

"Although I know it's not a good idea to disturb your love affair at this time." The Sorting Hat suddenly spoke, emphasizing the six words "love affair", "But isn't it better to let Godric out at this time?"

Hermione was shocked.

My face is a little red.

The brain runs on two threads.

On the one hand, there was what the Sorting Hat said, and on the other hand, I was shocked by the word "Godric". If I remembered correctly, this seemed to be the name of Gryffindor?

Harry waved his wand and a scroll flew out, floating behind Harry and slowly unfolding.

"Harry, you should tell me in advance next time. Don't do it so suddenly. I'm not mentally prepared yet." Godric complained immediately, "Besides, you have no experience in rolling up scrolls. My head and butt were almost touching each other."

Harry glanced at him. "You're a portrait."

"What's wrong with a portrait?" Godric pinched his waist and said righteously, "Portraits also have dignity! And I am still a great Gryffindor."

Harry had a blank expression on his face. He waved his wand and the scroll was about to roll up again.

"Wait!" Godric stopped him, saying confidently, "I was wrong!"

Hermione was stunned: "Oh, this is Gryffindor..."

"Are there some shattered images?" Harry stepped forward.

Hermione hesitated, looked at the Gryffindor carefully, and nodded.

Gryffindor didn't care about Harry's comments. He looked around greedily. This was his school, the great castle of wonder - Hogwarts. He hadn't seen it for a thousand years.

"I have another piece of news for you." Harry couldn't help but smile slightly, "A Hufflepuff lady steals children."

Hermione paused and almost missed a step and fell down. Harry grabbed her collar and pulled her back. She looked surprised and said, "Ms. Hufflepuff, how is it possible..."

"She did that to protect the little wizards." Harry began to explain. "You have to know that that era was not friendly to wizards. Little wizards who were born ordinary people could not learn magic. They were even affected by the environment and their talents were suppressed."

"It will become an Obscurus." Hermione's face fell.

Harry nodded and helped Hermione stand up straight. "They may not necessarily sell out their own children. For the sake of the little wizards, Ms. Hufflepuff can only..."

Godric sneered and interrupted Harry: "It's not that I won't sell it, it's just that the price is not enough."

"Helga is just too honest. She must give out real food and money. Those Muggle things can just be transformed with Transfiguration."

"If you really treat your children as children, how can you not pay attention to their safety?"

He sighed, "Helga is just too easy to talk to. Originally it was ten silver pennies, but seeing that she agreed so readily, it was changed to twenty, then a hundred. Their entire village couldn't come up with that many silver pennies."

"So this was the first time you met Ms. Hufflepuff?" Harry inquired.

Godric nodded, "Well, I made some changes to my memory. The first time I met her, it wasn't so gentle. We had a huge fight."

"You didn't hit her." Harry was keenly aware of something and spoke bluntly.

Godric was startled.

"You really haven't hit her!" Harry was a little surprised.

Godric was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "I didn't know much about swordsmanship at that time, and I wasn't that proficient in magic. I was still very young!"

"She also has to protect her greenhouse and the little wizards." Harry said expressionlessly.

Godric was even more embarrassed and annoyed: "But later Helga was no match for me."

"But you were no match for the Hufflepuff lady then." Harry harrumphed at this sentence.

Godric gritted his teeth: "Hey, I'm your first head of house."

"I respect you very much," Harry said, giving him a perfunctory salute.

They walked towards Gryffindor Tower, talking and chatting.

Godric commented.

It turned out that there weren't so many portraits in the castle, and each one of them could move and travel into nearby frames. He envied this ability.

A lot of armor has been replaced.

Other changes are not big, such as the moving stairs and the way back to Gryffindor Tower. Many things have changed over time, but many things remain the same, without any change.

To the lounge door.

Hermione read the command.

They climbed in.

When they saw Hermione, they were a little stunned - this girl had been waiting outside until the curfew was over every day recently. It was still daytime now, so why was she back?

This strangeness gave them an idea.

Then the idea was confirmed.

The figure who had not returned for four days returned to the lounge again.

"Harry, how is it? Did you pass the test?" Fred's voice was trembling.

"Of course." Harry said nothing. Godric floated behind Harry and announced proudly, "Harry Potter is the heir of Gryffindor. He performed very well in the trial."

Fred was stunned and looked at the portrait: "What is this?"

The Sorting Hat introduced: "This is the portrait of Godric Gryffindor. He has left it in the trial grounds. Now that Harry has passed the trial, he has brought the portrait back to the castle."

Even the Gryffindor portrait was brought back!

Fred raised his arms and shouted, "Harry, I knew you could do it!"

George waved his wand: "Champagne!"

"Whiskey flies!"

"Vodka is flying!"

In addition to the alcoholic beverages that are essential for parties, there are also various drinks. Percy and several senior students set the atmosphere and made the entire lounge lively.

A fifth grader ran out to call back all the little lions who were outside.

To celebrate the birth of the "Heir of Gryffindor", every little lion must be present.

There's Professor McGonagall, and Headmaster Dumbledore, and, oh, yes, and Professor Lupin, who's also from Gryffindor.

So was Professor Hagrid, though he was expelled in his third year.

Godric looked at the table full of drinks in amazement, and his voice was full of surprise: "Isn't it too early for you to drink now?"

He saw Harry skillfully pick up a bottle of vodka, unscrew the cork, and was about to pour it into his mouth. His voice became sharp: "Especially you, Harry, you are only in the third grade!"

"Mr. Gryffindor!" Fred came over and stared at the portrait in thought. "Times have changed. Young wizards can drink alcohol now, but of course they can't go too far."

Godric was a little surprised.

"Five years old, just five years old." George spread out his palms. "In Great Britain, as long as you meet this age, you can drink legally."

"You must be accompanied by your parents." Harry said expressionlessly.

Fred pouted, "In the castle, Percy is our father."

"Father is telling you now that you are not allowed to drink." Percy came closer and said with a straight face, "At least wait until you are in sixth grade."

"Please, this is a time to celebrate the little lion king's true name." Fred's tone became pleading.

Percy reluctantly agreed.

Godric was stunned and shook his head in disbelief: "How can you let a child be exposed to alcohol at such an early age?"