Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 184 The incident of the abnormally disheveled bath towel hitting the street

After witnessing the soul fragments of the once invincible Dark Lord being destroyed in front of our eyes, no matter whether it is a young wizard with hot blood and a fire in his chest, or the mature and stable Wizenga who are mostly over fifty years old Magician Mo, it seems that a string has been broken in their hearts.

In many cases, it is easy to complete one to two, or even one to one hundred, but if you want to go from zero to one, the difficulties and difficulties will far exceed people's imagination.

Although the shadow of the Dark Lord is clearer today than it has been in the past 11 years since he disappeared, those who dared to raise their heads and no longer look down at the shadow, their fear of the blackness subsided a little.

What people are afraid of is not just the powerful and evil power, but the dark world, the darkness that sees no light.

Just as Dumbledore said just now, a rising torch dispelled a trace of darkness. The small dots emitting light and heat may not illuminate the world, but it gave people caught in darkness a clear way forward direction.

When the praise of the sun echoed in the auditorium, the flashes of the camera almost became one, and the reporters, who were so excited that tears filled their eyes, did not forget their own jobs. In the people who radiate light, they know that this is probably the most dazzling moment in their careers.

We have witnessed, and we have recorded, and we will tell all about it.

A heavy sense of mission is on their shoulders, but none of them is unwilling to do so.

"Now, our classmates who were attacked have recovered. You should have discovered that they are actually sitting next to you, and the ghosts are fine. Therefore, you are welcome to return to normal campus life."

After the flame of the phoenix was extinguished, Dumbledore spoke to the students. Dumbledore, who had seen too many big scenes, would not forget the rest of the matter here.

"Although all of this is over, at this time, there is still a special program that is probably a small surprise that needs to be informed to you."

"The culprit controlled by Tom to cause the attack is the basilisk, which is an artificially bred magical creature with an extremely long lifespan. It has deadly eyes and deadly venom. , therefore, the meat of the basilisk is also an extremely rare and extremely delicious ingredient."

"Although not everyone can accept it, I suggest you try it. After all, there is probably only one basilisk in this world that has survived for a thousand years."

"Today's lunch is a bit special, but I hope you like it."

The golden plates were once again filled with the same rich dishes as before, but some of them were served on special silver plates.

The basilisk meat that has been made into snake soup, honey grilled snake meat, golden fried snake rolls and other delicacies exudes an extremely attractive aroma.

After the public trial and execution of Tom, Dumbledore, who lit the torch for the little wizards, was about to add a spoonful of oil to their torch. Although he had never met, this terrifying monster was still terrifying.

But what if that basilisk turned into a gourmet meal?

Maybe the next time people may habitually shrink their heads, they will think of today——

'I even ate the basilisk, so I'm still afraid of you? '

So, under the leadership of the first warrior who moved the fork, the terrifying monster meat disappeared from the dinner plate at a speed visible to the naked eye. I don't feel so scary about the exam soon!

The celebration lasted for an entire afternoon. On this memorable day, the students got another day of vacation for complete relaxation.

But at six o'clock in the evening, envelopes like snowflakes flew down like falling snow during dinner, and thousands of owls crowded into the Hogwarts auditorium. Fortunately, the elves of Hogwarts No first serving.

The flying feathers made the auditorium smoky, and many old owls were exhausted after a long journey and fell headfirst on the dining table.

The coverage nearly buried England's wizards in newspapers, and in return parents flooded schools with endless letters.

Not everyone can accept the setting of 'Voldemort is not dead at all, he still has several lives'. Courage does not exist in everyone, especially when encountering things that he absolutely does not want to meet again, rational This kind of thing is hard to see in them.

There are quite a few red roaring letters that are smoking, and owls and other delivery methods rely on magic similar to name tracking spells. Magical creatures used as messengers all have such a characteristic, and the strongest among them is Too much thestrals.

Dumbledore cast a curse on his name, and no one could deliver letters to him unless he wanted to, so all the letters with doubts and even insults ran to Ron's head.

"I feel that I also need to learn to curse. The effect doesn't need to be too strong. The kind that makes people have diarrhea for 25 hours a day is fine. The stench in the toilet must match their mouths very well."

Dozens of burning roaring letters were roaring silently. The magic attached to the letters could not break through the shackles of Ron's actual suppression spell, but looking at these letters burning on the plate, I always felt that this group of rotten embryos Ron, who was burning paper money for himself, was not happy at all.

"But there are still a lot of people who want to believe it."

Harry and Hermione picked through a pile of envelopes, many of which sent praise and encouragement, people who struggled to get up even in the mud during those dark days, who struggled with the darkness Although there are few, they definitely exist, and more letters have lost their beloved relatives and friends during those days. His gratitude has been integrated into this ink, and it has traveled thousands of miles to send it here.

"After all, there are still a lot of good people in the world, and there are only a few mindless wizards after all. Who knows if the person who sent me the Howler letter would have been a Death Eater ten years ago. Those 'fish who slipped through the net' are not Quite a few."

"Okay, okay, let's forget about it."

"I'm going to take a bath~" Ron stretched vigorously, his whole body crackling, "Can you rub my back for me?" Ron asked Hermione quietly.

"No."

Hermione turned around nimbly and shook her hair. She hugged Xiaotuanzi and rubbed it vigorously, then bounced and ran to where Ginny and Qiu were and started their daily spare time. The little red horse was running around beside them alive and kicking. Lefu, who was used to being kicked like a ball, had a bulging belly and closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

After collecting those friendly letters, Ron left his friends. He came to the prefect's bathroom familiarly. The big bath with bubbles was still as empty as before.

"Broken world?"

"What the hell is in here?"

Holding the broken spiral pattern fragment in his hand, Ron, who didn't know how to activate it, sank himself in the water. After a long time, he jumped out of the bath as if thinking of something, and wrapped himself in a towel casually. He walked out of the bathroom quickly.

A warming bonfire was lit, and the spiral fragments were thrown into the fire, and then a pool of flowing flames overflowed and covered the entire room, warm but not hot.

The white mist instantly filled his vision, and after clearing away the mist, a dilapidated world appeared before his eyes.

"When the link of fire is threatened, the bell tolls."

An old voice seemed to be whispering, hoarse and full of silence.

A broken miniature world fell below Ron, gradually getting bigger and getting closer as he fell.

A distant bell sounded from nowhere, waking up his mind that had lost his mind due to shock.

Ron bent down, his fingertips touched a bit of moisture, and he stretched out his hand to pick up a handful of soil, and the withered and corrupt smell passed into his nose, giving people a sense of illusory reality.

Yes, this is a broken world, devastated, but not a mirage.

Ron, who has no long belongings, looked around. He regretted that he came here in such a hurry, and he didn't know to change his clothes. Although there was a space bag in the crotch of the four-dimensional trousers, the package that couldn't be opened at all made him feel uncomfortable. Lost any opportunity to change clothes.

At this moment, he only has a bath towel wrapped around half of his body. He has become a nobody, a naked pervert with only a bath towel.

However, the dead tree behind him gave him a little comfort. He broke off a branch that was as thick as an arm with brute force, and held the thinner end in his hand. Ron felt a little bit more secure in his heart.

The sky here is dim, similar to the way the sun slides to the edge of the horizon, and the sky is filled with dead black gray.

Relying on the slight light, Ron carefully walked out of the "alley" where the sarcophagi were piled up messily.

There is a broken stone road under your feet, and those withered weeds are struggling to poke their heads out of the cracks in the stones. When you walk barefoot, while they scratch people, they don’t forget to leave behind your feet and soles. A trace of their past existence, the sharp blades of grass stained with blood, in this broken world, no matter how careful you are, you can easily become scarred.

Just walking out of a corner, a figure in a tattered black robe was facing Ron with his back. He seemed to be alive, because he still had subtle movements, and his wobbly body made him look silly and seemed fine. Bully.

He hadn't spotted Ron, at least not yet.

As Ron approached from behind on tiptoe, Ron confirmed this more and more.

20 meters. 15 meters. Ten meters five meters
Just when Ron, who was holding a simple wooden stick, was about to sprint forward and knocked his head away, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in front of Ron. After stepping into the five-meter range of him, suddenly The awakened man in black turned around at an extremely fast speed.

After seeing this perverted big muscle man wearing a bath towel, he raised the long sword in his hand without fear, and lifted the tattered round shield in his left hand.
Then the shield was lifted up, and the wooden shield full of mottled marks was slapped obliquely on the wooden stick wrapped in the evil wind at an extremely clever angle, and the wooden stick hit by four or two strokes of skillful force was bounced aside. , this skeleton-like skinny figure has agility and dexterity beyond Ron's expectations.

Ron, who was bounced back in an instant, couldn't help but leaned back a little bit. The rusty but still gleaming sword blade slashed straight down without any hesitation. rise! ,

At this moment of life and death, with the force of being bounced up just now, Ron suddenly lay down on the ground, and then a lazy donkey rolled sideways a few times, and with the sound of clanging gold and stones, that There were a few more scratches and sword wounds on the broken stone slab.

The long sword that seemed to be waving indiscriminately implied a unique rhythm. This continuous attack made Ron roll back and forth in a hurry.

The freshly washed body was covered with mud and broken weeds, a little bit of scarlet oozes from the small wounds, and the salty smell of blood gave this broken and lonely world a scent of living people.

It seemed that he didn't know what fatigue was. This skinny body seemed to have inexhaustible strength. After being pushed around and running around for almost ten seconds, Ron, who had caught a fist-sized stone, viciously threw the stone towards him. The man in black threw it away.

The scarred wooden shield was lifted up again, and the stone was knocked away with a muffled sound, but its mission had been completed.

The continuous sword moves were interrupted for a moment, a rough and inferior wooden stick swept across and hit the skinny legs of the black-robed man, and with a crisp sound, the dry and thin legs, which were as dry as dead wood, were crushed by the wooden stick. When the stick hit, the fragile joint made a crisp 'click' sound.

The black-robed man, who had lost his footing immediately, staggered and fell to the side, but when he fell, the long sword gleaming with cold light slashed obliquely!
The memory of the battle has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. No matter at any moment, the man in black robe never forgot to swing his sword.

A handful of warm blood sprayed out for several meters, and a deep bony scar stretched across Ron's neck to his side, almost ripping him open and dividing him obliquely into two parts.

The instant hemorrhage and severe pain caused his eyes to turn black, but Ron, holding his last breath, pounced forward with his last strength, and when he broke the skinny wrist of the black-robed man, he squeezed it. Withered fingers clinging to the long sword, with the inertia of the body falling, the tip of the sword pierced into the eye sockets that were glowing with a little scarlet.

Somewhat similar to piercing a layer of tough but worn-out leather, the scarlet in the eyes dissipated, the skinny man in black robe lost his vitality, and the body covered by the cloak was also revealed in front of his eyes.

However, at this moment, there are no spectators who want to see the true face.

The scarlet color filled his field of vision, and in the silence, Ron heard his own strong heartbeat, but with every pump of the heart, a fountain of blood that dries up from the wound.

"So this is"

"Does it feel like death?"

Ron, who fell to the ground, trembled his lips weakly.

"Living corpse sword master. Terrifying."

A big dish appeared on top of his head, as if mocking the little bastard's lame skills.

Picking feet of dishes.

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