Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 109 The Sword of Vowed Victory! (7K2, a lot, a lot)
"Aooooooooooooooooooooow~~"

Lukexi arched his back. The little leopard seemed to be a little angry at the moment. He bared his teeth and showed a fierce look, and then stared at Fox who was rubbing back and forth in Ron's arms.

"Goo?"

Feeling a little strange, Fox turned his head in doubt. He met Luke who was standing on the table, and then turned his head bored. His slender neck rubbed against Ron's neck. He was about to find a good position to squint. After a while, Dumbledore was exhausted from walking around the world after all these days.

"Wow!"

After being ignored by Fox, the frowned-up Luxy attacked Fox with a fierce tiger pounce.

As an excellent desert wilderness hunter, besides not being able to go into the water to catch fish, as a caracal, Lukexi can catch birds, two or three at a time, and rabbits and mice, no matter how dexterous or how fast he runs Not to mention, even those small antelopes are in his diet. Although his name is written as Caracal, he is a leopard.

For a big bird of Fox's size, Luxy had a lot of misfortunes in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. In Luxy's eyes, the hundred turkeys that Fox and Hagrid slaughtered on Halloween didn't have any essence. different.

Feeling the bad wind coming from behind, Fox, who was about to close his eyes and squint for a while to rest his mind, raised his eyelids lazily.

Yoho~ little guy.

Fox moved in Ron's arms, then stretched out a paw and grabbed Lukexi directly from mid-air.

As one of the top handful of bigwigs among magical creatures, not to mention catching a cat, Phoenix can fly people all over the world, and even tie up a hundred or ten Ron, he can carry them across the Atlantic to you! sent across the ocean.

The bewildered Lukexi didn't believe it at first, he kept his forward posture and dangled stiffly in mid-air
"Meow~meow meow~~~"

Lukexi put away the nails protruding from her little paws, and sent a harmonious signal to the new big boss with her little hands.

"Although it's shameful to surrender when you meet. But Lukexi, why are you provoking Phoenix? I guess I can't get angry enough for this guy who was scratched by Fox to be able to lift the skull of the fire dragon. Now these fire dragons, but They are no longer as capable as their ancestors."

"Don't think about always accepting younger brothers in the future. There are so many big bosses in the world. If you should pretend to be a grandson, you must pretend to be a grandson."

"Meow~"

Lukexi nodded obediently, hugged his little hands together and bowed, and he fully approved of his master's words with an apologetic smile.

And as a big brother, Fox, he didn't feel sorry for this kitten, which was not even a fraction of his size. He loosened his paw and retracted it. He curled up again and was bathed in Ron's magic power. eyes.

"Keep an eye on Harry, Fox, I know Snape's flames won't have any effect on you, remember to let me know when the time comes."

Fox groaned softly, he is quite good at rescues and other things, he is responsible for a lot of Dumbledore's great fame, and Fox knows these things well.

After all, the young Dumbledore is much inferior to the present. Although he is a rare genius wizard, but after all, he is not a debut, he is invincible, and there is only one Nicolas, Dumbledore said now Maybe they can't beat them.

There are quite a few old monsters hidden in the magic world, and the accumulation of time must not be underestimated. If Nicole Flamel didn't have that ability, why would he be able to guard the Sorcerer's Stone? It represents the ultimate temptation of human beings who are closest to "eternal life", and it also represents endless gold, sitting on the top of the world's wealth.

Unlike Luxie's boldness and Ron's casualness, Hermione was a little excited and nervous when she saw Fox. After all, this is Dumbledore's partner, the rare phoenix in the world that shows up in front of humans .

Hermione could fill several sheets of parchment with the legend of the Phoenix and the introduction of his strength, but after close contact, Hermione suddenly felt that the Phoenix was not as 'scary' as imagined, it was a big bird covered in gold and red Although a little tempered, but still very gentle.

"Do you want to hug and watch? Fox is super warm, but I have gained weight recently, at least forty pounds, heavier than Luxe, a little heavy. Ouch~"

"Fox, why are you pecking at me? You are obviously fat!"

Ron hugged Fox and rubbed his soft belly, stretched out his hand and squeezed a lump of soft flesh.

However, Fox didn't listen to Ron at all. He flapped his wings and patted off Ron's salty pig's hand, and then tapped on Ron's forehead with his hard mouth for a long time, vividly on it. Draw an orangutan slapping his chest and shouting.

"I must write a letter to Nicole May during the holidays, asking him to send me some powder of the Philosopher's Stone. I will make a magic fire and boil a pot of water to see if I won't bring you disaster."

Listening to Ron's unreliable threat, Fox ignored him, and he cast a disdainful look: "As long as you are a three-legged cat, you can't make that magic fire with the Philosopher's Stone, and Dumbledore's one!" The old bastard tried it a long time ago, and he couldn't do it. There are probably only one or two people who can reproduce the alchemy flame of the Silver Age, but it's definitely not you.

Ron, who was despised by the bird, really couldn't vent his anger. He pouted, put Fawkes on his lap, and gave him to Hermione to play with. Anyway, you can touch this big bird, even if you pull him out. He didn't bother to move the tail hair either. The phoenix looked soft and weak, but in fact its skin was tight. The tail feathers were not like the tail hairs of unicorns, which would fall off after a while.

But in less than 2 minutes, Fox raised his head, and he spit on Ron's forehead with a "pee pee pee". The marks left by him before disappeared instantly with the appearance of saliva. Phoenix's Tears are the omnipotent antidote. He has the only super healing ability in the world, and the effect of his "bah" saliva is not bad.

"It's my turn?"

"Then Fox, take good care of Hermione and take her away when it's time to take her away."

Ron patted his butt and got up, stuffed Fox into Hermione's arms, walked to the wall of fire and drank the potion that had been dispensed in one gulp. The potion, like ice, spread the bone-penetrating cold to every part of his body. corner.

Ron drew his wand and crashed into the wall of fire.

"There are many obstacles!"

As soon as he stepped out of the firewall, Ron's curse had already been thrown out.

It was still a super-wide-area coverage, a shameless spell that was not easy to block non-directionally. The man in black robe who was approaching Harry retreated reflexively, and his movement towards Harry suddenly froze. .

"It's Quirrell! Quirrell has Voldemort glued to the back of his head!"

As soon as Ron came out, Harry immediately reminded him.

"Well, I see, this thing is really disgusting, even if it is possessed, why do you have the side effect of making people bald? Do you know that for a man, it is a kind of baldness to be bald before getting married. What a humiliation? You don't even let the hair on the back of your head go! What an enmity!"

As soon as these words came out, Ron still couldn't see what Voldemort's expression was, but Quirrell's face suddenly showed a little more thought, as if what he said made sense.
"idiot!"

A hoarse curse made Quirrell tremble all over.

"Master, I'm sorry, Master."

"I didn't, I didn't think that way, I never did."

Quirrell quickly explained tremblingly, but Voldemort, as a 'pendant' stuck to the back of his head, could easily read Quirrell's thoughts.

The pendant snorted coldly.

"It's better if you come, Ron Weasley."

Suddenly, Quirrell's face became even paler, and even a trace of haggardness appeared at this moment.

"Master. You haven't replied yet, and my body"

"After getting the Philosopher's Stone, I can change your body, now, give it to me!"

It is undeniable that Voldemort, parasitic on Quirrell's body, is the main anti-guest. This method of occupying Quirrell's body and using Quirrell's power in this way will greatly hurt the vitality of both parties.

Voldemort had used it before to hunt unicorns, and now he used it again.

Perhaps there is no need to pay such a price again to deal with Harry Potter, but now that there is an extra orangutan, Voldemort has no choice but to use it again. This very problematic guy cannot be measured by the level of ordinary little wizards.

"The transformation is over?"

In fact, Voldemort didn't keep the two of them waiting for a long time. After he gave Quirrell an order, but in an instant, the face that was originally on the back of his head seemed to have moved to the front, and Quirrell's facial features changed slightly, but The most important thing is the eyes, which are a pair of evil eyes that are creepy even just looking at them, filled with madness and viciousness that cannot be erased.

"If you take refuge with me now, hand over the Philosopher's Stone to me obediently, Harry,"

Voldemort twisted his wand and stroked it gently.

"Maybe I'll give your good friend Ron a relatively less painful way to die."

"No more unicorns."

"What can you do now?"

A mocking sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, Voldemort seemed to enjoy the pleasure of teasing his prey.

"Although I really want to talk nonsense with you again, but you are so ugly, we have to go to supper later, you know? You look very unappetizing."

"correct."

Ron looked at the somewhat angry bald monster and then took out a box from his pocket.

"Is this the Philosopher's Stone you're looking for?"

"Nicole May sent it to me a few days ago, saying that he took the piece that was given to Dumbledore by mistake, so let me pass it on, but I'm going to take an exam, and the headmaster is not here today, so I'll take it with me. gone."

When this inconspicuous stone was pinched between two fingers by Ron, it exuded a majestic magic power that could not be seen with the naked eye, but could be clearly felt. Without the shield of the box, the magic power in the stone was unrestrained. Divergent.

"Give it to me!"

This vast power, although Voldemort could not confirm whether this thing is the real Sorcerer's Stone, but something that can have such fluctuations in magic power will definitely not be a bargain!

"Fine, if you want."

Ron opened his mouth with a smile, not at all angry.

"Ron you can't!"

Harry subconsciously covered his pocket. He looked at Ron incomprehensibly. Although there was definitely a stone in his pocket, the stone he had was definitely not authentic at all. Ordinary, without any unusual atmosphere.

As for the piece Ron was pinching, he could feel the terrifying invisible fluctuation even several meters away.

Harry felt that the magic power in his body was trembling, as if the stream was not in the same order as the torrent.

"good, very good!"

"Give it to me! I will give it to you"

"Hey~ wait, I haven't said how to give it to you yet."

Ron stopped Voldemort's words with a wave of his hand, and he shook the stone.

"Maybe in a way you wouldn't like, 'for you'."

The fluctuations emanating from the 'Magic Stone' in his fingertips began to become violent at this moment, as if something had drilled into Ron's arm from the stone
Under the eyes of the three of them, the Philosopher's Stone turned into a speck of dust at a rapid speed, slipping from Ron's fingertips like sand and gravel powder.

A groan of pain came from Ron's mouth.

"It's going to explode"

He raised the right hand holding the wand.

The majestic magic power that has no place to store has a catharsis gap at this moment, and the jaw-dropping huge magic power has poured out magic symbols that are difficult to read.

It seemed that a contract was being signed with this world, and this terrifying aura instantly locked the space in all directions. Both Harry and the fear-faced Voldemort lost the ability to move their bodies.

The contract written by the magic weave was wrapped around the raised magic wand, and the platinum brilliance bloomed at this moment.

As if holding a gorgeous knight's sword, the raised wand completely faded its original color.

Even the fire wall that partitioned the room was trembling at this moment. Under the scouring of violent magic power, the magic fire that originally partitioned the room was extinguished instantly, and Hermione, Lukexi, and Fox who were originally behind here had disappeared. trace.

"What is this!"

"What exactly is this!!!"

"tell me!"

A trace of distorted black mist was trying to escape from Quirrell's body, but the black mist bound by some kind of force completely lost the possibility of escaping.

At this moment, Voldemort clearly sensed that the source of this vast magical power was targeting himself. The naked and undisguised killing intent was mixed in this seemingly holy platinum, but with the killing breath of gold and iron horses. In the color light.

As soon as Voldemort's voice fell, the flowing magic pattern instantly restrained the light that bloomed before, like the last calm before the storm, the magic pattern has already written the contract, and in the witness of all things in the world, to fulfill the eternal oath .

"But this is school. Ugh."

A weary sigh came along with the phoenix flames, and the phoenix flames that spread and swept the entire room disappeared in a flash. Fox forcibly moved everything here, and sent the battlefield to the mountains and forests far away from Hogwarts.

"EXCALIBUR!"

With the sound of the broken drink, a platinum beam of light that seemed to tear the sky bloomed under the night sky!

The enemy in front of you is the one who must be killed, and the sword that swears to win will fulfill this promise under the witness of the ancient contract!

This battle must be won!This sword will kill!

The storm created when the sword was swung down blew the robes of the old man with the phoenix on his shoulders. He supported Harry, his eyes behind the glasses were full of thoughts, nostalgia, and an inhuman sigh.

The platinum beam of light that erased everything completely destroyed Quirrell/Voldemort with a ferocious face in an instant, and even the distorted black mist couldn't escape a single bit.

The platinum beam of light that cut off the mountains behind him pierced straight into the sky. It seemed to sense that the enemy was not alone. However, the oath that was greatly weakened by the failure to hold the royal tool could not be completely wiped out.

The mighty platinum beam of light split into six in the sky, but finally disappeared above the sky. (Notes are in the writer's words, comments are easily swallowed)

As if being cooked, Ron's body was flushed with super-high-concentration and super-large-scale magic power passing through his body. The steam turned from sweat rose up under the cool night sky, and Ron was drenched in sweat. Panting on his knees, the magic wand that he was holding tightly in his hand turned into a handful of fly ash after he touched it with a little force.

"Ouch, I'm going."

Ron, who sat on the grass with his buttocks, didn't care about the stones on his buttocks, and he let out a distressed cry.

"Blood loss!"

Ron looked at the powder of the wand that was left in his hand, wanting to cry, a wand that cost more than 8000 Galleons!
Once the curry sticks are delivered, they will be reimbursed directly
"Who can afford this thing!"

"Damn it, no!"

"Headmaster! Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Can this be reimbursed? If the school can't do it, you can go to the Ministry of Magic."

"That's Voldemort! I've paid for it!"

A vicious dog was attacking, Ron hugged Dumbledore's thigh and didn't let go. His own wand was not easy to deal with, so he was reimbursed after this shot. He's not Nicolas May, how could he have such a solid family background for him? burn.

And how would he restock without his wand?The remaining cards in the warehouse are definitely not enough to sell for a holiday, especially now that wizards from abroad are buying card packs, even if they are doubled, it is not enough!
Without cards, there is no way to make money. Where did the eight thousand Galleons come from?
"headmaster!"

Ron hugged Dumbledore's thigh even harder, and he was only one step away from rolling all over the floor.

"Let go. Let go!"

"I, an old man over 100 years old, can't stand you hugging your thigh so hard."

"Bang bang bang~"

Dumbledore tapped Ron's head with his wand.

"The leg is going to break!"

He gasped for air and popped out these words from between his teeth, his face turned pale from the pain.
"And my wand?"

Ron raised his head and looked at the old man pitifully.

"Reimbursement! Reimbursement! The school will not forget you for such a big contribution, can you let go now?"

"Really?"

In a moment of excitement, Ron hugged him even tighter.

"If you don't let go, the next headmaster won't change your wand." The old man who was pessimistic about life and death said quietly, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Oh! Sorry sorry!"

"I'm so excited, I'm very sorry, Professor Dumbledore."

Stretching his hands and getting up, Ron untied his robe and let the night wind blow his sweaty body. This refreshing pleasure was a gift from nature, but he still missed the time when he had a wand. Isn't the drying spell fragrant?

"Ugh"

The tired old man sighed, and then tapped his old arms and legs with his wand. The effect of the powerful recovery spell was quite good, and finally the old man whose face stretched out heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ron...and Professor Dumbledore."

Harry on the side asked curiously at this moment: "What kind of magic was that just now?"

"This effect is too exaggerated?"

Harry clicked his tongue while pointing at the split mountain peaks that were crazily dropping stones under the night wind and were still sliding continuously.

"What Ron just consumed was a piece of failed product that appeared when manufacturing the Sorcerer's Stone. It was once the trading currency of the magic world. The essence of ultra-high-purity Sorcerer's Stone. There are not many left in this world, and most of them are in Nico's hands. , worth at least [-] Galleons, and there is no market for it.”

"And the magic driven by this huge magic power" Dumbledore glanced at the orangutan with a simple and honest smile.
"You can ask him"

Dumbledore looked at Ron meaningfully, and sighed helplessly again: "The Weasley family, as far as I know, was once related to King Arthur, right?"

"The sword of the Victory Oath, Harry."

"The magic that is imprinted in the blood is one of the cornerstones of the British Magic Empire laid by the former Knight King, and it is also one of the reasons for the collapse of the empire."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. He patted Harry's head. Unlike his attitude towards Ron, Dumbledore was much gentler towards Harry. After all, Harry was more obedient and would not be like Ron. mess around
The time he sighed the most in his life was when the orangutan got into trouble.

If Hogwarts hadn’t been removed just now, the Sword of Vowed Victory would definitely dare to open a hole in the castle. Hogwarts’ protective magic cannot guarantee that it can withstand the destructive power of this thing 100%. Magic is a high-level spell that is closest to the rule level, and has extremely high magic strength.

What's more, what this oath points to is—absolute victory.

"Although the magic used by your mother Lily Potter is different, it is also similar to this kind of magic. It is ancient, mysterious, powerful, difficult to pass on, and even others cannot learn to master it." (Don't worry about looking back)

"Every ancient wizarding family has a glorious past, but now... most of this glory is buried in the dust of history."

"The blood of the knight king is said to have the blood of the red dragon flowing in the body. The giant dragon at that time and the fire dragon of today are not of the same level. The dragon of the element is their name, and the blood flowing in the body It is not too much for the bloodline of the most violent and passionate crimson dragon to be able to exert such destructive power."

"But that's all in the past." Dumbledore smiled, "It's not included in your history of magic textbooks, and you won't take the exam."

"Then my mother is also born of pure blood?" Harry asked eagerly. He wanted to know more about his parents, even if it was only a little bit, a little bit more would do.

"No, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head softly, "Your mother was born as a Muggle, but she was a born wizard, a real pure-blood, not what we call pure-blood now, the secret of them Far beyond our imagination, that is the purest type of wizard, that's why she is so outstanding and extremely talented."

"Your mother was able to cast spells without a wand when she first came into contact with magic. That is an astonishing and enviable talent. Manipulating magic power is just like their instinct, without the slightest difficulty."

"That was a talent that made your father James and your godfather Sirius have to marvel. All the professors at that time liked her very much, no matter who they were."

"If you give her some more time. If you give her some more time." Dumbledore stared into Harry's emerald green eyes, and said to him with slightly dim eyes: "Perhaps the aura that saved the wizarding world will fall on her." body."

"After all, even ten years ago, I wasn't considered a young man, was I?"

Dumbledore blinked mischievously. There is no such thing as a centenarian. At least he can live for several decades. When the average life expectancy of Muggles was only over 30, it was common for wizards to live over a hundred. Now is also like this.

Harry's mood was a little low, but he soon cheered up. His father was already very good. After knowing that his mother was even better, Harry's heart was filled with pride. He had to study hard , The idea of ​​trying to become better is becoming more and more deeply rooted.

"By the way, professor, what about my wand? What if I don't have a wand? I have to go out during the holidays."

Ron tugged at Dumbledore's sleeve: "Why don't we go to Ollivander now. Uh. Tomorrow."

"You should take a good rest this week." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with a headache, but he was more afraid that this guy would come to a bear hug that would not let go.

"Eight thousand wands are not consumables. I don't think a decent wand can withstand your messing around like this."

"I'll go back and write a letter if I have the wand."

"Then you two should."

"Eat supper!" Ron grabbed Harry, and then looked at Dumbledore: "Do you want to come together, Professor? There is a barbecue tonight, and the desert three-cornered rhinoceros is roasted. I heard that it tastes good when brushed with honey." .”

"Oh? You can also brush honey on barbecue?"

"Of course, let's go, let's try it together, by the way, go back and find Hermione first."

The flames of the phoenix ignited again, and the three of them disappeared into the forest in an instant. In the warm principal's office, Hermione, who was stroking the cat, was pacing anxiously. But lying in her arms, he dared not move.

"You are back!"

Hermione threw Lukesi away, and then happily grabbed them both, looking them up and down for a while.

"Fortunately nothing happened"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief before she noticed Dumbledore.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore"

"Good evening?" she asked cautiously.

"good evening."

Dumbledore nodded gently.

"It's eleven o'clock now." He pointed to the wall clock, "Remember to go back to the dormitory early to sleep."

"Professor, aren't you together?"

"I'm old~ I don't have a good appetite. It's not suitable to eat barbecue at night. You go, but honey barbecue, I will definitely try it next time."

"Good evening, Professor."

The well-behaved San Xiaozhi left the principal's office with Lukexi.

In this room, Dumbledore returned to his seat, stroked the soft feathers of the phoenix, and then leaned back.

"Six Horcruxes? Tom." (Still in the writer's words)
"Seven is indeed the most magical number."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead and muttered in a faint voice: "Where will you reappear from?"

"This is really... a headache."

　原著中的魂器有：1.日记；2.斯莱特林挂坠盒；3.冈特家族戒指（复活石）；4.赫奇帕奇金杯；5.拉文克劳冠冕；6.哈利波特；7.纳吉尼。

　　Among them, the time when Nagini became a Horcrux should be the fourth Goblet of Fire, which he created after killing an old man in Albania after possessing a 'little body'.

　　But at this time, Voldemort didn't know that Harry Potter had been his Horcrux more than ten years ago.

　　Voldemort pursued the most magical number: 7, so he wanted to split his soul into seven parts.

　　I think the statement of 7 horcruxes is inaccurate. After Voldemort made Nagini, if he pursued 7 horcruxes, he should have to make another one to have [-] horcruxes. After all, what he thought before It was some kind of magic that made the connection between him and Harry (otherwise he wouldn't have killed Harry, so he probably died without realizing it.)
　　The statement of 7 horcruxes is not rigorous enough, so I think it is to split the soul into 7 parts, create six horcruxes, and myself is the seventh soul, so after creating six horcruxes except Harry, Voldemort is No longer making Horcruxes, he has achieved the goal he set before: split the soul into seven parts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)