Chapter 1174

"Mr. Gryffindor? I... what just happened?"

When Harry woke up, he found himself lying on the floor. There was no one around him except Godric Gryffindor, who had a thick beard.

"Well?"

He held his slightly dizzy head up from the ground, and his scanning eyes finally fixed on Gryffindor after he couldn't find other targets.

"I remember, I wasn't with another myself before --"

As soon as he spoke, Harry felt that it seemed difficult to describe the memory. After a pause, he simply shook his head and asked directly:

"Mr. Gryffindor, have I defeated that 'self'?"

"Huh?"

From the moment Harry woke up, Gryffindor just stood still and looked here without saying a word. It was not until Harry asked this that he shook his head slightly.

"No, obviously not." Gryffindor leaned on his sword and said calmly, "you chose to escape in front of your inner weakness, and then unexpectedly, you were pressed step by step by your weakness, and finally lost in meaningless anger..."

"This --"

"... it should have been like this!"

Harry's astonishment and shame were blocked by Gryffindor's suddenly raised tone.

"But," continued Gryffindor, "you are lucky because you have not only a wise elder, but also a strong friend."

"It was your elder who seized the opportunity to recover and put my hat on your head when you were near the edge of loss; and it was your friend who fought with you out of control without hurting you in order to let my hat have enough time to pull you back from your angry sins..."

Speaking of this, Gryffindor could not help but raise his eyebrows, slightly puzzled and said:

"In your time, has the wizard's dueling ability not been weakened? This is somewhat deviated from our estimation..."

Harry obviously didn't think much about Gryffindor's confusion, because his attention had already been attracted by the other party's previous words.

"Elders and friends? And your hat?" Harry was stunned. "Ah! Is it a branch hat? Well... If you are a strong friend, it is mostly Marca? Then... Who is the 'elder'?"

"It's albus!"

Suddenly, a part of the branch hat was hard exposed from Gryffindor's waist, and the brim of the hat shook here. It was a little laborious:

"Oh... Godric, it's said that hats are for wearing! You've always hung me on this damn belt for so many years..."

"Because wearing it on your head will flatten your hair," Gryffindor said carelessly, and the rough sound line sounds lazy. "However, taking a pointed hat with you is the minimum etiquette and symbol of a wizard."

"You old devil, you still want to talk about 'etiquette'?" the branch hat immediately shouted, "when you saw a powerful wizard, your first sentence was' let's have a duel! ', then pull out your sword and cut forward - when did you care about etiquette..."

Although the branch hat is still there and endlessly reveals Gryffindor's background, Gryffindor doesn't care at all. It should be more annoying background music.

It can be seen that he has been used to it for a long time.

"In a word, you not only failed to gain the purest courage by conquering your heart, but also almost never woke up. Therefore, it's a pity that you can't fully control this special sword."

Although he had been prepared, Harry could not help sighing with disappointment after hearing Gryffindor say this.

"Mr. Gryffindor, can't I... Can't I try again?" he asked reluctantly.

"At least it's impossible for the time being," Gryffindor nodded. "You need a long time to strengthen your spiritual will. After that, if you already know how to face your weaknesses, then try again!"

Just then, Gryffindor couldn't help sighing:

"You have to know that normal people can't have a second chance, because they will completely sink into the sin of anger when they challenge themselves and fail for the first time... After waking up, remember to thank the people who help you!"

"Of course, I'll thank you! But Professor Dumbledore isn't --" before he finished, Harry was stunned again, "wait... 'when you wake up'?"

He looked around again, the familiar duel dolls, and the bookshelf filled with books on defense against the Dark Arts... Isn't this the training room turned out from the responsive room?

"Yes," Gryffindor waved coldly, "go out! A lot of magic has been wasted in order to wait for you to regain consciousness... I have to wait for the real successor to come, but I can't spend all my time on your accident."

"In addition, after you go out... My sword will be handed over to you for safekeeping..."

In Harry's ear, Gryffindor's deep and thick voice drifted farther and farther. When Harry blinked subconsciously, he suddenly found that there was no one in front of him. The rest of the training room stood in place, still wearing a branch hat and holding a Gryffindor sword.

At that moment, Harry was speechless.

"Why, are you stupid?"

"Huh?"

He turned his eyes up and looked at the brim of the branch hat. Then he said in amazement:

"Where's Mr. Gryffindor?"

"Obviously not here!" the branch hat on his head suddenly fell and directly covered his stunned eyes. "If you want these eyes to be useless, you can donate them to people in need!"

"Oh! That's not what I meant... Well, forget it!"

Harry grabbed the brim of his hat and pulled it up. He simply took off the branch hat. Then, after thinking about it, he went straight to the door of the response room.

"Squeak --"

With a slight sound of opening the door, he found that there was a dark place outside, full of large and small spiders.

To tell the truth, even if Harry remembered that it was Marca's pet, he was startled.

"Harry Potter is out..."

Hearing the door frame above, a voice suddenly came. He first subconsciously shrunk his neck, and then looked up. But almost at the same time, a piece of parchment floated down from above and happened to cover his face.

"What?"

Harry grabbed it hastily. When he realized that it was a piece of paper, he took it in front of him and looked at it.

Soon he saw that the content above was very simple.

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Harry:

I know you're about to come out, but I suddenly have something. I won't be back until later. If you're hungry, you can go to the kitchen. There's food there.

In addition, the school held a study tour during your absence, and now everyone is outside. So in order to prevent you from feeling lonely because no one is welcome, I have entrusted the task of welcoming you back to these 'lovely' little guys in front of you.

You can try feeding them with the bread in the kitchen.

Makaliu

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Obviously, Maka didn't mention Hermione and others on this message. After all, Harry just woke up. No one knows what kind of state he is. It's better to let him have a rest.

"Oh! I think it's better to make me 'lonely'!" Harry looked at such a large spider and muttered a little before wondering, "is it difficult... I've been in it for a long time?"

"It's been a long time..." although the branch hat can't read the letter, Harry can obviously hear it. "Well... Has he restarted his study tour? This is the momentum to return to the peak! It seems that I have to think about the welcome word for next semester... Potter boy, don't you think so?"

"Ah, yes -"

Harry answered very perfunctorily. Seeing that the spiders in the corridor moved aside and began to make way for him, he raised his legs and walked out.

As he walked down the corridor and stairs, not to mention the human shadow, even the ghost was stunned. Only then did he have a clear understanding of the sentence "everyone is outside" written in Maka's letter.

Is this really "all" out?

But Harry wasn't surprised that Marca was still at school - in this case, the castle has to be guarded, doesn't it?

After roughly looking for no one, Harry did feel that his stomach was already empty and had no strength to walk.

Before long, he went to the underground kitchen according to Maka's message and made do with some "strange" food.

Of course, except that none of them was hot, he felt that the taste was surprisingly good.

However, when Harry came out of the kitchen and was going to go back to the bedroom to change his clothes, he suddenly paused as he passed the hall.

"Is there someone outside?"

He quickly took a few steps back and looked out of the main gate of the castle again. Even when he found a figure shaking faintly at the school gate in the distance.

"Hmm? Sure enough, there's someone there... Who's that?"

Harry hesitated a little on this side of the hall, but soon took a step and hurried out of the court. In his hand, Gryffindor's sword was still shining.

Obviously, although he always remembered Gryffindor's words, he took the sword with him. But he didn't seem to notice that he had been carrying it for a long time.

Until now, no abnormality has occurred in him.