Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 138 The New Semester Begins!Lockhart's big show!

"woooooo"

The scarlet steam locomotive blew its whistle for the last time, and the Hogwarts Express, which was not fast at all, started slowly, heading towards Hogwarts without any haste under the bright sunshine that made people want to sleep.

Harry didn't enter the sour-smelling dog food compartment next door. Seid and Qiu made rapid progress. I heard that in August, the two of them went to Iceland together.

According to Seid, soaking in the hot hot spring for a while, and then immediately throwing himself out of the pool to roll in the snow, and then plunging back with his head and body full of frost and icing flowers. It's almost impossible to express in words the wonderful feeling it brings.

Exciting and exciting, Seid also enthusiastically recommended to Ron the hot spring hotel where they stayed for a week this time, but in order to maintain the so-called freshness, Seid did not mention a word about the hotel, just kept talking about it. wink.

Afterwards, Qiu, who was a little embarrassed, pinned him to the ground with a quick cross, bared his teeth and yelled for a long time.

Hermione was very envious of this, but she couldn't do it.
This year's trains were quieter than usual, but also a lot noisier.

There were almost no little wizards walking up and down the corridors, and they all locked themselves in the carriages and engaged in tense duels with concentration.

Especially after Ron and the others added a new training ground mode during the holidays, the 'vegetable addicts' who were almost at the end of their card games shed tears of emotion.

Although the dedicated training ground chess pieces do not have the realistic battlefield scene of broken limbs flying around, blood all over the ground, and wailing everywhere, the chess pieces that can be clicked have a more durable vitality because of this, and they are scrapped after one game The chess pieces can only enter the training ground for ten rounds of duels before they will completely fall apart.

After the two-six-one-game battle became two-six-one-ten games, the number of people addicted to it almost increased exponentially. After all, in Amway, others won’t be tempted to lose a set of flags when they pull people into the pit. Don't give up, the battle of less than six nits is a cut-down version, but it is enough.

As twilight approached, the little wizards were awakened by the sound of the siren that was about to arrive at the station. They hurriedly changed into their school uniforms, and then urged their companions to move quickly, otherwise they would be sent to the station before the game was over. up.

As people poured into the familiar station again, Hagrid's super loud voice sounded again: First-year freshmen!Come here!

Ron and the others waved to Hagrid. Now that they have entered the second grade, they don't need to take the boat again. More than 100 carriages parked on the side of a road.

It's just surprising that the frames of these carriages are empty, and there are no traces of horses.

"Why are there no horses?"

Hermione, who didn't understand, asked curiously when she was about to board the carriage, "If it is driven by magic, it should be better to change it to another shape?"

"Can't you see, Hermione?"

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed them to make sure he was reading correctly.

"It's a Thestral." Neville said quickly, "A magical creature that can only be seen by those who have seen death with their own eyes."

Neville paused, and carefully glanced outside the carriage. After everyone got on board, the carriage started to move.

"Although it has a bad reputation, the dung of thestrals is very difficult to collect, but it has a cultivation effect on certain herbs that surpasses that of dragon dung fertilizer."

As soon as the topic of herbal medicine was mentioned, Neville's interest instantly rose. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he strangled Raffle in his arms again until his eyes popped out.

"Guqua~gugua~hiccup~" The stretched-legged Toad kicked his legs, as if he planned to see Neville again in the next life, and he would definitely not be by Neville's side in the next life!it swears.

"Seeing death with his own eyes?" Harry scratched his head in wonder, although his parents did die beside him, but all he saw was a green light, not their last face.

"Last year's Quirrell and Voldemort stuck on his head, I didn't let them leak anything, they died cleanly."

"Oh!"

Suddenly realized, Harry patted his forehead, "I see."

"What does a Thestral look like?"

Hearing what they said, Hermione, who couldn't see thestrals, became more curious.

"Remember Noble, the Thestral is a dragon-headed horse with a pair of membranous wings on its back, but the whole body is skinny and bones, with no trace of flesh visible, but the tail is pretty nice, I don't know if it's fluffy. How does it feel, a bit similar to Pegasus, but with a dark style of painting."

Ron described it carefully for Hermione, then pushed open the small door panel of the carriage, jumped forward and sat on the back of thestral.

"It's a bit of a buttocks, and it turns out that the whole body is full of bones and it's uncomfortable to sit on."

"I'm really sorry about that."

The Thestral under Ron turned his head and looked at Ron with his pale eyes without pupils. Through the mastery of all riding, Ron can communicate with the mount under him, and chat with clever people for a few minutes. The sentence is also very easy.

"No way, we don't grow meat after eating."

Thestrals and Ron chat with each other calmly. They are absolutely smart, and after being tamed, they are extremely loyal and will never leave their masters. Especially in terms of direction, thestrals have the precision to crush all flying creatures. Intuition, as long as you tell him where you want to go, he can hardly find it, and the flying speed is amazing, ordinary broomsticks can only eat farts behind them.

If it weren't for the fact that their conditions are a little strange and their appearance is too bad, otherwise thestrals are definitely the best tool horses for wizards to travel long distances, such as super-long-distance apparition, portkey teleportation, and Floo network movement. But they are all terrible things that people don't want to encounter a second time.

Ron touched the somewhat ferocious heads of thestrals. Although they were riding on their buttocks, their skin close to the bones was very smooth and felt very good.

"Would you like a piece of jerky? Eat more, maybe you have a chance to gain weight."

"Thank you, but I think there is little hope, but what kind of meat is this? It smells delicious, and I have never eaten it."

"Dragon meat, if you like it, I will bring you some more when I go to the Forbidden Forest. I will ask Seid if I can get some dragon meat back at an internal price. After all, the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control often has fire dragon riots. Do you mind?"

"The frozen taste is very crisp and refreshing, we are not picky eaters." Thestrals showed their sharp teeth that are no worse than dragon teeth, "Come to the Forbidden Forest to play when you have time, I will take you flying around, our speed is very fast Come on, Dumbledore often asks us to see him out."

The pleasant chat with thestrals ended, and Ron, who returned to the carriage, was repeatedly questioned by Harry and Neville about the real feeling of riding a big horse. Although they could see it, they felt timidly dissatisfied because they could see it. Dare to step forward.

Taking a carriage is much faster than taking a boat. It took almost two-thirds of the time by boat. Ron and the others arrived at the main entrance of Hogwarts. They poured into the open gate of the castle, and the carriages pulled by thestrals also left quickly, heading towards Hagrid's cabin.

After seeing the familiar banquet hall again, a sense of blissful satisfaction descended. Although the weather was not very good today, and the gloomy black clouds were the only decoration on the ceiling, it did not affect the mood of the little wizards at all.

But in contrast to the teacher's seat
The professors all had gloomy faces, they were already annoyed by that chattering man.

However, there were also a few professors who happily chatted with Lockhart, but most of them were non-professional professors, and they were younger. Of course, their experience was relatively shallow.

The freshmen didn't keep everyone waiting for too long. The noisy restaurant quickly quieted down under Dumbledore's signal. A group of timid young wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, nervously came to the place where Ron and the others stood last year. , and the cleanly washed Sorting Hat has become a different highlight than before.

Today I am radiant and charming,

Be sure to judge people by their cover.

Put away your wands children,

This is not a battlefield for duels.

Stop trying to fill my brain with water,
I'm just a magic hat for the Hogwarts test.

The Sorting Hat spends a whole year in the principal's office thinking about the lyrics for the new year. After suffering from the miserable drum washing last year, the Sorting Hat, who was drawn out of the psychological shadow but happy and painful, sang a new song out of tune. , while using his possible eyes and slit-like mouth to howl resentfully in the direction of Ron.

The first-year little wizards were confused, but the senior little wizards below were holding back their laughter very hard. Many of them held their stomachs and twitched, and then sighed: This year's freshmen are really lucky!

After all, 1000 years of dandruff, old dirt, and even fleas make you want to shave your head and sand yourself clean.

"Hannaya Ebola!"

After Professor McGonagall called out the first name, the sorting ceremony finally began, and the second-year seniors sitting at the dining table below finally realized the joy that they hadn't experienced so easily at the beginning.

The joining of every elementary school student and school girl gave them a strange sense of satisfaction, just like opening a picture book for a card game. When they arrived at their academy, they cheered involuntarily at the joy of winning the scratch prize.

It's just that Ron didn't move. When the first little wizard who was assigned to Gryffindor stumbled down, his voice made the little boy run away and hugged Professor McGonagall The thigh does not let go.

The dumbfounded Professor McGonagall comforted him for a long time before persuading him and sending him to the Gryffindor team.

"Sit down and be quiet, Ron!" Professor McGonagall urged seriously, not at all joking.

Every warrior who was assigned to Gryffindor was tense compared to the others when they walked to the table. They turned into the most well-behaved model children, sitting upright with their backs upright, staring at the table motionlessly. The front looks like soldiers being inspected.

"It's been a long time since I saw such an outstanding child."

Sir Nicholas, the ghost of Gryffindor, flew to Ron's side lightly, and he said in a nostalgic tone: "Almost all wizards in the past were rigid wizards and came from noble families. Of course, the students at that time were also There are very few, but even with etiquette training from childhood, there are really not many who can do it like them."

"Nick! Your vision is really bad. You're obviously scared like this."

Fred, who was resting his chin and waiting for Ginny to be assigned, said to Sir Nicholas, and then George answered.

"If you don't believe me, try breaking your head off. I bet these freshmen won't even move their eyelids. If I lose, I'll apply to Professor Sprout and ask Fred to help him pick dragon dung for a month."

Sir Nicholas shook his head angrily at these words and turned away for an instant.

"Why not you!"

Fred stared at George with a murderous look. Although he is a twin brother, but for such things as picking dragon dung, brothers have to settle accounts clearly!

"Because I'm a pitiful single dog who is loved by no one and needs more time to talk to my young lady! Woah~"

"Going to pick up dragon dung is just a good use of waste. If you drown yourself in it, Professor Sprout will cheer and say: This is not ordinary dung, this is George's dung!"

The twins who started wrestling under the table blushed and stared, and the veins on their foreheads exploded. However, the two of them couldn't tell the winner after all.

"Am I so scary?"

Ron heard what the two of his family were talking about, and he asked the classmate sitting opposite him full of depression.

"What's so scary about me?"

After getting along for a year, especially after having the revolutionary friendship of persecuting Quirrell by scoring points together, to be honest, they were quite surprised by Ron, who has grown stronger, but Ron, who is scary, is the most protective personality. Ryffindor's leading brother.

"no!"

They shook their heads in unison, moving in unison.

The faces of the freshmen are almost pale with fright. Have you ever seen someone speak and the whole audience agrees?How badly were these seniors trained last year to be like this?

"That's right, I just said I'm not scary."

Ron nodded in satisfaction, and then, in order to show his gentleness, he smiled kindly at the freshmen.

!!!

The freshmen, who instantly became electrocardiograms, tensed their bodies again after the chills. They responded to Ron stiffly with smiles more penetrating than crying. My little guy really has no eyesight.

"Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny's name was the last to be pronounced, and the brothers who had been waiting for their eyes for a long time got up at the same time with a 'shua', and when the Sorting Hat said it immediately without any surprise: after the word Gryffindor, it was almost about to explode. Cheers rose from the Gryffindor seats.

"Happy new semester!"

Ron yelled.

"To celebrate the admission of our sister Ginny"

Thousands of small gift bags flew down like snow.

"There is a legendary card of Nicole Flamel that was just made!"

"Praise the sun!"

Ron held up his hands, as if embracing the invisible sun.

"Praise the sun!"

They cheered in unison.

The restaurant that was boiling instantly ushered in the biggest wave of cheers today, and blessings were sent to Ginny who was still wearing the sorting hat. shy.

"It seems that Ginny quite likes it."

Ron reached out and gave the twins Percy a high-five. His sister went to school, so how could he miss the card.

After half a ring, when the little wizard's enthusiasm dissipated a little, Dumbledore raised his hand to signal, and the noisy voice quickly disappeared. He smiled and said to the students in the whole school:

"Welcome, welcome our new students to the Hogwarts family, and welcome our old students to the new school year."

"Although my old man's ramblings are very long-winded, I just want to talk about who made me the principal. In fact, I also want to start unpacking the gift bags now. Maybe I will win the grand prize."

There was a burst of laughter, and the little wizards liked Professor Dumbledore very much. After all, he was never rigid, and even played cards with them, and then completed a 1V3 triple kill with a smile. After winning, the professor will always give the loser a lot of cards, and Dumbledore is very good at comforting people.

"This year we will have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

No one was surprised, especially the old students, they were extremely calm.

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."

After Dumbledore called the roll, Lockhart got up instantly and showed that charming smile again, but most of the students were waiting to open the card pack, and almost all the little witches who applauded him were obsessed with star chasing.

But such a scene still made Lockhart happy, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"It's a great honor to be here at Hogwarts, and it's a great honor to share my adventures and the knowledge I've learned with you."

"Just like my book "Magic Me", I believe that after following my lessons, each of you can be as good as my magical self."

After some impassioned speeches, an impassioned speech began. Lockhart had already prepared a draft for this moment, and his shiny teeth reflected bright white light like a flashlight.

Lockhart, who spoke excitedly, listed his books and the different adventures in them one by one, especially when talking about "Traveling with Vampires". After discovering that little wizards are particularly interested in vampires, Lockhart's The speech started to get out of hand.

Dumbledore remained calm with his face unchanged, but his eyes glanced at a certain orangutan who was playing cards.
"Professor Lockhart!"

Ron's loud voice is very suitable for interrupting spellcasting, and it is also very suitable for interrupting speeches.

The rapturous female fans glared at the sinner who interrupted their appreciation of idols
Is it Ron?

That's all right.
Their anger dissipated, or they were not angry at all. After all, they were orangutans. Most people would not get angry with him if they didn’t know him. All the students at Hogwarts forgave this orangutan quite The height, the kind that is so high that there are no edges.

"Professor Lockhart, since you are not a vampire who uses a smile to deal with it, we, as little wizards, cannot master the spells you use, then!"

"Is there anything else against vampires that we can master?"

Seeing this familiar figure get up, Lockhart, who was scared out of his wits, turned pale in an instant. He frantically recalled ten thousand ways to deal with vampires, but his mind suddenly went blank.

After all, he didn't really learn how to deal with vampires. The source of those stories is very intriguing.

After all, those were not 'all his own' adventures, he did participate, but not in the way people thought.

"This... a vampire!"

Lockhart's voice rose several pitches.

"They are dangerous magical creatures. They"

"You don't normally run into them."

"What if I encounter it? I plan to travel to the Balkan Peninsula, catch a vampire, and then take it apart to see the difference between them and wizards."

As soon as the cruel words came out, Lockhart gasped several times and hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I don't recommend you go that dangerous"

"But I'm going."

"You can read the one I wrote."

"I hate reading, I'm allergic to letters."

A muffled suffocated laughter spread. Which of the students from the second grade up has not seen Ron buried in the book mountain in the library and writing quickly. Although this guy looks reckless, it is true that everyone can't fault him in his studies. There are gaps.

The sweat that was pouring down was almost soaking the fragrant champagne that Lockhart used to wipe his sweat. After trying his best to recall, he finally had a flash of inspiration and got a very good answer.

"Garlic! The natural enemy of vampires is garlic! This is a very common but very effective way to deal with vampires."

Instantly regaining his original confidence, Lockhart spoke with his head held high.

"Yes! It's garlic! It's the only weapon that can kill vampires. Compared with spells and other methods, you can throw garlic at vampires! Everyone can do it. The intention is to kill vampires, except magic. Great tricks for vampires!"

"As far as I know." Lockhart seemed about to start a long speech again.

"Why don't you eat one? It's in your book"

"Eat one?" Lockhart asked with some uncertainty, and then suddenly realized: "Yes! Eat one! That's what I did at the time! It should have been written in my book, why did I suddenly give it?"

"It's not in your book."

The little wizards who couldn't hold back their laughter buried their heads and twitched. The garlic lesson that Quirrell gave them last year was still fresh in their memory for a whole year.

Everyone knows the story of Quirrell chewing garlic to drive away vampires.

"It turns out that you also ate shit in front of a vampire!"

I don't know which bad guy spoke up. Although this destroyed Ron's next trap for Lockhart, since the purpose was almost achieved, it didn't matter.

There was a louder voice than the cheers given to Ginny before, but it happened by coincidence, and the whole room laughed until tears could not be stopped.

Someone was already rolling on the ground, laughing until the hiccupping guy kept patting the floor, and they shouted intermittently: So you also ate shit in front of a vampire!

These big truths, which had no problems at all, became one piece, and finally swept towards Lockhart like a torrent.

Not knowing why this happened, Lockhart could only maintain that standard smile to cover up his embarrassment.

"OK OK."

Dumbledore tapped the table.

"Thanks to Professor Lockhart for the explanation. Vampires are indeed afraid of garlic, because garlic is the same as we see feces in their eyes. However, you may not encounter vampires when you go to the Balkans. They usually don't show up. In front of wizards, because there's always some... less friendly wizards who will sneak up on them and stuff garlic in their mouths."

"It's not that harmful though."

"Then next!"

Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped it lightly on the table.

"You're starving!"

The delicious food filled every golden plate in an instant, and the appetizing aroma permeated the huge restaurant.

The little wizards, who had already had an empty stomach, began to feast.

Only Lockhart.
He mutters: Garlic is shit, shit is garlic
vomit~
　Thirteen today
　　Fathers, count the votes~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)