Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

Godric Gryffindor raised his right hand, took off his hat, and reached into the hat with his left hand, groping, once, twice, five or six times...

However, he did not find what he wanted. This made him feel a little confused and worried.

"Hey? Where's my sword? Hat, shouldn't the sword be in your internal storage space? What happened? Was the sword stolen? Or was it mistakenly placed somewhere else?"

Gryffindor frowned, "Could it be that the brat from Dumbledore's house took the sword? And didn't return it?"

At the same time, the voice of the Sorting Hat came out, with a hint of anxiety and confusion, "No!? Dumbledore didn't take the sword away. The Sword of Gryffindor has always been kept by me!? I checked before I came here, and it was there at that time. It's strange, why is it gone now?"

The Sorting Hat also had a puzzled expression on its face, as if it couldn't understand why the sword disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew and Gryffindor felt a chill on his head, but he didn't care about the details at the moment.

Because Gryffindor found that everyone present was looking at him, with an indescribable expression on their faces.

It was as if I had seen the most absurd and funny thing in the world.

The frightened look in the eyes reminds people of a frightened rabbit, and the absurd expression is like seeing a flying elephant. As for the funny expression, it is as ridiculous as a group of monkeys performing acrobatics.

Even his usually aloof old friend, Salazar Slytherin, couldn't help showing an amused expression on his face.

At this moment, King Arthur finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to stand up. After all, Gryffindor was venting his anger for him at the moment, and he couldn't let him continue to be humiliated.

So he walked towards Gryffindor and pointed his finger lightly above his head.

Gryffindor was also a man with extremely quick reactions. Combined with the "chill on his head" he had just felt, he immediately understood the message King Arthur wanted to convey.

He quickly stretched out his left hand and gently grasped the top of his head. A familiar touch came to his heart.

The handle that fit his hand perfectly and the cold temperature reminded him, "Yes, this is my old friend!"

Then, he hooked his index finger on the gem on the sword guard and flicked it lightly, and the sharp sword leaped up like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

The sword body and blade still shone with the faint magical light, without bringing up a trace of brain matter or blood.

Gryffindor stretched out his left hand, and the flying sword fell steadily into his hand under the influence of gravity. It was a one-handed sword, the blade flashed with cold light, extremely sharp, and made people shudder.

The entire blade of the sword was made of mithril, an alchemical metal that only fairies could forge in his time, and it possessed magical properties for breaking magic.

The hilt is carved with intricate patterns, and the hilt and guard are decorated with red gems that emit a mysterious glow. The sword is engraved with complex fairy runes. With the combined effects of the gems and fairy runes, the sword of Gryffindor has the ability to absorb magical properties.

For example, if a sword is soaked in basilisk venom, the sword will have the same toxin as the basilisk.

Godric Gryffindor gently held the sword, feeling its weight and texture, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes... What the hell!

He clenched the hat tightly with his right hand, his face turned from red to white, and he yelled at the hat, "Why! Why is my sword on my head, damn hat, shouldn't you give me an explanation! Tell me, was it the personality in your body that told you to do it! I regret letting all three of them instill their thoughts into you! I was wrong! In fact, it's enough to instill Rowena and Helga's thoughts! Hogwarts only has four colleges anyway!"

His voice echoed in the hall, filled with endless anger and regret.

The gentle expression on his face when he took the hat from Raven just now became distorted at this moment, making people sigh that men are really pigs.

"Hey! What do you mean!" Salazar Slytherin yelled at Gryffindor with his eyes wide open, "Do I, the great Salazar Slytherin, need to pick up what you have left behind? My academy will not accept those guys left over by you! What qualifications do they have to enter my academy!"

"So you admit that it was your personality that ordered this, right?" Gryffindor snorted coldly, "Humph, I'll settle the score with you later."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Salazar Slytherin, but turned around and went to find Lancelot (Herbert), ready to start a duel.

Looking at Gryffindor's departing back, Salazar Slytherin's face turned very ugly, with a guilty look, as if he couldn't guarantee whether this matter was instigated by his own personality.

He cursed silently, then followed the Gryffindor to the dueling venue.