This ancient promised land seems to have no signs of the passage of time.
The woods are very clean.
There are no fallen leaves or dead branches. Every apple tree is full of vitality, with branches stretching out. There are no insect bites or bird nests to be seen.
But now it’s July, and there are no fruits among the branches and leaves, not even green or unripe fruits.
Harry turned on his witcher senses.
The stench of the Death Eaters' decaying, rotten smell was almost materialized in his eyes. He followed the scent, turned over and climbed up the tree, and looked at them - they were two Death Eaters on patrol, the Carrow brother and sister. Compared to the last time Harry saw them, perhaps their life after being released from prison was not as good as that in Azkaban, or perhaps it was the price of entering here.
Both of them looked haggard, like the living dead.
He had the same smell as me, the smell of death.
Harry took no time to attack them.
Continue to move forward with the invisibility cloak on.
The Death Eaters patrolled the island in pairs, numb and stiff, like the Dementors in Azkaban.
The Carrow siblings seemed to be the ones with the highest status and closest to Voldemort among this group of Death Eaters.
There was no Bellatrix, and no Barty Crouch Jr. in sight.
Voldemort just wants to rely on this group of people?
But this group of people alone cannot yet peek at themselves under the invisibility cloak.
Avalon looked quite large from the outside, but it was very easy to walk around. Harry quickly walked through the land filled with apple trees, with only one last place left to visit - the center of Avalon, an island in the middle of the lake with a huge apple tree.
The lake water is blue.
Harry put on the dragon-skin gloves, stretched out his hand, touched the water surface, got some lake water on his hand, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently.
With a hint of apple scent.
He took off his gloves and tried to touch the lake water again.
It is neither hot nor cold, and brings the most pleasant feeling when applied to the skin. It is also harmless to the skin and even has some moisturizing effect.
After taking a sip, it felt no different from ordinary lake water and there was no discomfort in the body.
Safety.
Harry dived into the water, and after making sure that the azure blue water could conceal his figure well, he put away the invisibility cloak, swam to the island in the middle of the lake, put on the invisibility cloak again, and dried his clothes and footprints.
In the senses.
There were only three smells on this island in the middle of the lake, none of which was the rotten smell of the Death Eaters, nor the complex smell that belonged to Tom. One was in the tree, full of life, and the other two were under the tree, familiar, familiar to Harry's memories hidden deep in his mind.
He walked over quietly.
After just a few steps, something came into view.
Under the tree, there were two people lying.
Time stopped for them, silently.
Harry stared at it.
Geralt, with white hair but young and handsome, and Yennefer, with black hair and long robes, they are here, indeed they are here.
Are you asleep?
still……
He suddenly felt uneasy and quickened his pace.
There were two people under the tree, no breathing, no heart.
Like death.
Harry tried to reach out his hand.
Suddenly, a white light shot out from the apple tree towards Harry who was covered by the Invisibility Cloak.
He rolled over in time to avoid it.
The white light sank into the ground silently and seemed to have no lethality at all.
The first attack missed, and the second white light came immediately.
Harry didn't dare to resist. In his senses, the white light gave him a great sense of threat.
He continued to dodge.
The white light is endless and as dense as a rainstorm.
Harry waved his wand, and the robes under him jumped out with a whoosh, turning into a sharp sword and stabbed into the apple tree.
A holy, agile creature jumped out of the tree.
Horse body, one horn.
It is a unicorn, but it is completely different from the unicorns in this world. It has an extremely powerful aura.
It growled softly and pawed its way forward, protecting the two men.
Harry stared at it blankly, thinking of something, and whispered, "Ivaraquax, pony?"
Ciri told him that it was a long time ago.
She said she had a unicorn friend whom she met in the Koraz Desert. They went through a difficult time together and formed a deep friendship.
It was related to Geralt and Yennefer, and Harry thought of it first.
The unicorn stopped moving and tilted its head hesitantly.
"Ciri?" Harry gave another name.
The unicorn eyed him suspiciously.
"I'm Ciri's brother, Harry. She should have mentioned me before?" Harry spoke slowly and in a low voice, "I'm also a witcher, a wolf witcher."
The unicorn's eyes fell on Harry's chest, on the griffin pendant Hermione had given him.
"Oh, this isn't a badge." Harry lowered his head and looked at it. After thinking for a while, he realized that it was too difficult to explain, so he just sighed. "Well, even if I'm from the Griffin School, shouldn't you feel more at ease?"
The unicorn nodded.
"I am friends with the two people you are protecting." Harry tried to get closer. "Geralt is like my father, and Yennefer is my sister."
The unicorn's eyes changed.
"I know their relationship." Harry immediately changed the topic, "But you know what would happen if I called Yennefer mom, or aunt."
The unicorn stepped aside.
Harry approached with confidence and looked at the two of them: "What's going on with them now? Dead or alive?"
The unicorn nodded.
"Alive?" Harry searched inside the Sorting Hat. "Let me try."
He took out a bottle of potion, unscrewed the cork, half-knelt in front of Geralt, and was about to pour the potion into him.
The unicorn stretched its head over, pushed Harry's hand away, sniffed the bottle, and confirmed that the potion was harmless before retracting its head. It seemed a little shocked that the witcher had started using potions with no side effects.
The bright red potion was poured in.
But it didn't bring about any changes.
Geralt still slept.
"Did Ciri say when they would wake up?" Harry inquired.
The unicorn looked at the apple tree nearby.
"Bear fruit?" Harry thought for a moment, guessing what he was thinking.
The unicorn nodded.
"How do you make the fruit grow?" Harry asked.
The unicorn wandered around and pawed its hooves restlessly for a long time. Then it suddenly said, "I don't know."
Harry was surprised: "You can speak?"
"Of course I will." The unicorn shook his head. "I just don't want to. For Apple Island to bear fruit, it needs the approval of the fairies, but they are very stingy. I have communicated with them, and they don't agree."
"and……"
"About fifty years ago, a very good-looking but evil guy broke in here and had a conflict with the fairies. They fought, and all the fairies disappeared. He even wanted to attack the two people that Ciri wanted to protect, but I drove him away!"
Speaking of the latter, it is very proud.
"Voldemort." Harry uttered a long name.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, but there was no trace of magic.
Since entering the island.
He saw no Voldemort except for the Death Eaters.
Where is he?
It was impossible to let only the Death Eaters in. He knew that no matter how bad his condition was, he could not be dealt with by a few or even a dozen Death Eaters.
"But the fairies told me." The unicorn stamped his hoof, "If one day they disappear and someone with a righteous heart comes, he can be asked to dive to the bottom of the lake. Well... just tell him this and he will understand what it means."
"Do you understand?"
Harry nodded, expressionless. "If the people who came here weren't from Great Britain, I'm afraid they would be really confused."
"Shall I go find the sword in the lake?"
Legend has it that after the sword in the stone was broken, King Arthur was guided by the great wizard Merlin to the holy lake and sincerely repented. The fairy of the lake gave him the sword. When King Arthur was about to return to Avalon in his later years, he asked his servants to return the sword and throw it into the holy lake.
Is this the holy lake?
Harry stood up and looked at the azure lake: "Has anyone else been here before me?"
The unicorn nodded.
"What did he do?" Harry asked.
The unicorn shook his head.
Harry was stunned: "Nothing."
The unicorn trotted to the side, right next to the lake, and stamped its hoof.
Harry understood. "You mean, he stood here for a long time, and then left without doing anything?"
The unicorn came running back, snorting merrily.
Harry was silent, staring at the lake, taking a deep breath, feeling the breath in the air. On the island in the middle of the lake, there were still only these three breaths unchanged, but in the distance, there was a vague, elusive magic.
Step closer.
The atmosphere is still obscure and vague.
Walking to the lake, Harry stretched out his hand and pulled gently. The magic appeared, and a fist-sized eyeball connected to it also appeared. It was on the lake, far away from the island in the middle of the lake, looking at and monitoring the island from afar.
Voldemort was careful.
He knew that Harry had keen senses, so he didn't set up any magic on the island, just watched from a distance.
Harry exerted force with his palms, crushing the magic, and with a snap, the eyeball shattered.
"Can Geralt and Yennefer leave here?" Harry frowned.
The unicorn said nothing and made no movement, just looked at him quietly.
Harry let out a breath, realizing that he had asked a stupid question. Time in Avalon seemed to have stopped, allowing the two of them to survive.
This is something you can see at a glance.
certainly……
Voldemort could see it at a glance.
It's just that Harry was curious.
Why were they injured so badly?
The ones left behind in the battle with the Wild Hunt after I left?
"I understand." Harry took a deep breath and patted the unicorn's neck. "Protect them both. I'll go find a way to make the apple tree bear fruit."
He walked towards the lake, gripped his wand tightly, and took out the "Killer Whale" potion.
Voldemort was really good at taking advantage of the situation.
No matter if he succeeded, whether in the second grade or now.
I guess he must be very proud now.
He dug the hole himself and stood at the mouth of it, openly and honestly, waiting for himself. Then he watched himself get into trouble, but still had to jump in.