Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 186 The Dead World Swallowed by the Abyss

It's only February now, and there are still four or five months before the end of the semester, and Hogwarts, which has resumed normal classes, has become no different from the past.

The only difference is probably that there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts book, and the D·A meeting replaced this course, but thanks to Lockhart's blessing, there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts in the final exam.

Except for the students in the fifth/seventh grades who need to prepare for the ordinary/advanced wizard exams, the other little wizards are enjoying the happiness brought by this course. After all, there is no need for exams, and there is no pressure. After all, those magical magic Creatures and funny spells do bring them a lot of different joys.

After a busy day of class, the few people who were finally able to take a breath returned to the Room of Response. After the problem of the basilisk was solved, the daily assembly returned to its original state.

"Oh~ Our Slytherin heir is back!"

Fred got a Slytherin scarf without knowing it, and then got down on one knee and raised his hands and offered the scarf to Harry like a treasure offering.

"Please bring another basilisk, I want to have another meal."

The twins, who were about to cry, enthusiastically led Harry to the seat, and then tapped his shoulders and pinched his legs to be inattentive. Harry, who smiled wryly, passively enjoyed this unusual treatment, but in the end he could only spread his hands .

"No, there is only one basilisk, but if you want to learn something else, I have no problem. It's not that you can't learn the snake language. You can't understand it, but you can speak it."

"That's great"

The twins rolled their eyes. They were not interested in what Slytherin left behind. Harry didn't mean to hide the Chamber of Secrets inheritance, but what Slytherin left was only suitable for Parsel Whisperers.

This is the reason why Slytherin is considered a dark wizard. As a Parseltongue, he combined spells and Parseltongue to create his own magical path. With hissing sound like a poisonous snake, A dreadful spell that will leave an indelible impression on all who face him.

This is extremely similar to black magic, but subtly different magic has opened up a new path, just like Professor Flitwick's attempt to merge the magic of goblins and wizards, but Slytherin has completed the opening of this path .

Slytherin is not a dark wizard, but he disguises himself as a fearsome master of the dark arts, which is unknown to anyone except a few of his close friends.

He deceived everyone, and even his bloodlines simply believed that Slytherin himself was a dark wizard who specialized in black magic. Keeping the so-called pure bloodline, the Gaunt family of inbreeding has produced many freak-like mind-distorted people at the end of their disappearance.

The birth of Voldemort was an accident, but there are traces to follow. When a crazy genius appeared in their family, even if there was no Voldemort, there would be stick devils, roller devils, and creeper devils.

"By the way, Ron, what's that new game you're talking about? A special episode of Dark Souls? Didn't I see you make this before? What type? We're all here, so don't let it go."

"Not yet, there are still a few people coming. This game is not a card game. To be honest, you have to be mentally prepared. This is not so easy to learn, and it can be easily accepted. It is cruel and even bloody. , but I think you can give it a try, after all, this world is not very peaceful to be honest."

"You guys should treat it as the 17-ban restricted-level Dark Souls No. 1 Special Edition, a horror game that can make you have nightmares at night."

"I feel that among us, no one except me would dare to play for the second time, so today I invited a few special high-level players to show us the journey of suffering in different ways."

"Oh! Who do you despise, my dear brother?"

"Is there any game that can beat us so hard?"

The twins squeezed into Ron's side by accident, and then seriously criticized Ron's underestimating words.

"Isn't it just a game?"

At this moment, the door of the Room of Requirement was pushed open, and Dumbledore entered first, followed by two old men with gray beards and hair.

Nicole May waved to them with a smile in casual clothes. Standing beside him was the old knight Bailey Ryder. Eye to eye with him.

"Ouch~ help me Nicole! I'm stuck!"

A chubby big belly got stuck on the door. The door, which is suitable for normal-sized people to enter and exit, is not very good for this tonnage. The round pandaman can easily enter, and his soft big belly blocked the whole door. , there was a naive smile on that round, fat face, and then he cheerfully waved his short hands at the Sun Knights.

"Wow! It's Panda who can talk!"

The little wizards who were suddenly excited jumped up from the cushions, and the two little pups also ran over on all fours, and then grabbed his rolling hair and climbed onto his shoulders, yelling in a baby voice.

"Ugh"

Lemay, who was quite tired, stretched out his hand, and he patted Gunroll's soft belly, then unceremoniously grabbed the two tufts of hair on his chest, and tugged hard.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah~~~"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts~~~~"

"You old bastard actually pulled the panda's chest hair. What if you take it off and lose it? You have to pay me three hundred for the bamboo shoots in the pot. I want a pot made of Xingchen Steel. Don't fool me with an iron pot."

On Nicolas May's forehead, a 'well' protruded from blue veins. This pandaren, who knew he was half black without cutting it, was always thinking of ways to pluck his wool. Every year when the bamboo shoots sprouted, this The guy came to his place for vacation to check whether the panda was starved and thin. In fact, he came here to eat bamboo shoots. Since this guy came, Lemay hasn't eaten his own bamboo shoots for decades.

"You still want star steel? Your teeth are broken!"

He kicked and kicked for a while, but the soft belly absorbed all the damage, rolled without a single hair, and finally squeezed his body in from the door, and nodded at the dark-faced Lemay with a headache. After agreeing to the blackmail, Gun Gun's big belly became smaller visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that it was not impossible for Gun Gun, who could instantly turn into a muscular panda, to turn himself into a two-round fat ball.

"Oh, I have some snacks~"

Gun Gun, who regarded this place as his own home, rolled on the ground twice, and then he lay lazily on the carpet with his belly upturned, and two little balls bounced on his belly, this scene of harmony between young and old No matter how you look at how there is love, it seems that those that appeared before were all hallucinations.

"Thank you, kid~ Nick has become more and more stingy in recent years, and I will give you a piece of the pot at that time, and it will be exciting to chew."

"Crispy, chicken-flavored, refreshing after a bite, perfect match with bamboo shoots."

He took out a bamboo shoot from nowhere, gnawed vigorously, stretched out his big furry hand, and patted Ron. He smiled honestly, with a harmless and kind expression.

"."

Ron, who also felt quite speechless, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Star steel is a relatively expensive alchemy material, and most of it is used to build the core base of the semi-permanent alchemy formation. It's a thing, but the refinement of this thing is indeed a bit cumbersome.

Looking at the teacher's meaningful eyes, Ron unconsciously faltered.

"This is a very, very, very powerful big baby."

With a serious face, Ron got up from the cushion, and then pointed to the display shelf beside him, where the full set of cards of the 3.0 version of Dark Souls were displayed.

|"Actually, I didn't come up with this set of cards myself, I just copied some things out."

"One summer, when I was struggling in the toilet, I accidentally buckled such a thing."

Ron pinched the spiral fragment in his hand.

"Did you take it out of a pit?"

Rolling rubbed his nose, and asked with a foxy question.

"I think what you continue to say will come out again later, louder than last time."

Ron glanced at Rolling, and immediately, the pandaren clamped his ass with a smile.

"I didn't drink sweet potato burn today, it's fine."

"Drinking it yesterday was even more terrifying, and it is even more powerful when it is fermented."

After saying this, he couldn't lie down anymore, he got up and looked around, looking for where the toilet in this room was.

"Since I got this thing, I always dream about some strange pictures in my dreams. These are the inspirations for the Dark Souls mod, but when I went to take a bath last night, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration , I found the usage of this thing."

"That's not a very friendly feeling."

Touching his neck, Ron lit the bonfire that had been prepared for a long time, and then threw the spiral fragment into it.

A warm stream of fire flowed out from the bonfire, and dense white mist filled the area where the flames flowed.

"Let me demonstrate it to you."

, Ron held the huge sword in his hand, then reached out, and lightly touched the spiral fragment suspended on the flame.

His body was ignited by the flames, and then he entered the familiar but unfamiliar broken world, and the people outside saw the scene that Ron saw yesterday in the fog.

The distant sound of the bell awakened their shocked hearts, and then their eyes fell on the man who stood up in the dark alley.

Under Ron's robe was a capable suit made of dragon skin. The harsh stones and sharp withered weeds could not leave any traces on his body again. He carried the huge black rock-slab sword on his shoulders. He continued to walk out of the alley, and 20 meters ahead, a man in a black robe with his back turned was as motionless as yesterday.

"I won't lose again this time."

The blunt-edged giant sword was brandished, just like yesterday, when he got within five meters of them, his eyes gleaming with scarlet light locked on to the enemy in front of him.

The wooden shield slanted away seemed to repeat yesterday's action, but Ron, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped forward with his left foot and stepped forward with his right foot, a straight blunt thrust It hit the waist and abdomen of the man in black.

Ron, who jumped up, jumped down again with the momentum of his fall.

"Bang~"

With a precise rebound, the huge sword was bounced off in mid-air, exposing Ron's body to the eyes of the zombie sword master.

"Damn! Can you play this?"

Ron, who was in a panic in the air, pulled down the hilt of the sword, and the giant sword with the size of the door panel immediately blocked him.

There was a dense jingling sound, and Ron stepped heavily on the broken stone road. He kept his horizontal sword as a shield and slammed forward. Tapping the cliff turned into a wall came behind Ron like a ghost.

Swinging the sword across the hollow of the knee and breaking the hamstring, he kicked Ron's ass and made him kneel in an instant. The word "dish" resurfaced again
"I'll hit this shit with a hammer?"

Ron, who was about to drop his sword, was pushed out of the flames and sat down on the floor.

"Ron, are you okay?"

A group of people rushed up quickly, and they quickly took off Ron's robe, but the injuries they saw just now were not visible at all, like the phantom of the god of death just now.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll be weak for half an hour if I die inside, this is the entrance to the illusion of the soul, death has a price, but it's not real death."

The relieved people exhaled with lingering fear. Hermione, who was in tears, was hugged and comforted by Ron. After all, the scene just now was really scary, and the death that was no different from the real one was too realistic.

"Real dishes."

Gun Gun took out a cigarette and took a sip, then curled his lips and said disdainfully to Ron: "It's okay to practice your hands, but I didn't expect that you are really a showman in actual combat. It's not as good as a showmanship. It's a waste of your talent."

"Touch this thing to get in, right?"

Gun Gun threw the little dumpling on his body aside, then twisted his buttocks and waist, his chubby belly instantly turned into a muscular giant panda man. Gun Gun touched the spiral fragment with his hand, After being engulfed in flames, he landed in the same position as Ron was before.

"It's time to show real skills, don't blink, watch me show."

Holding the copper smoke pot made of bamboo, he strode forward with big strides. He nimbly lifted the shield away, and then with one blow, the living corpse sword master flew more than ten meters away, instantly killing him.

Rolling forward with big strides crushed all the miscellaneous soldiers along the way, whether it was a swordsman with a long sword and a round shield, or an axe with a big ax taller than one person, what kind of gunman, double swordsman , Rolling crossbowmen. They failed to survive to the third move in Rolling hands.

After walking along the dilapidated building ruins for a while, a branch road that forks left and right appears in front of you.

"Male left and female right pandas go around in circles."

"Hey~ I'm going here."

After turning a few times on the spot, Gun Gun walked to the left without hesitation. After exiting the ruins, a cliff appeared in front of him. There was a dim sun in the sky. The broken world below was completely revealed before their eyes.

The endless ruins are the ruins of the ruined world. The world without a trace of green has been deprived of all vitality. The gray and white color is the only scene at this moment. This feeling of desolation is shocking, but it also makes people tremble.

"What the hell happened here?"

Someone murmured softly. The impact of this desperate scene was unparalleled. They couldn't help wondering what kind of terrible things happened here, so that this world, which should have been as prosperous as theirs, withered into such a state. .

"Keep watching."

Dumbledore spoke solemnly, and they watched as they rolled down the path beside the cliff and came to a gate covered in white mist.

Rolling lightly touched the white mist, and then penetrated the layer of mist.

Half of the walls of a dilapidated circular platform collapsed. At the breach, there was an abyss below. In the center of the circular platform, a kneeling huge armored knight slowly got up.

He held a three-meter-long halberd in his hand, and the eyes of the armor were pitch black. The three-meter-tall giant propped up his body, and then looked down at the waiting roll.

The armored giant, which instantly ejected and rushed forward, came to the front of Gun Gun in an instant with astonishing agility, and an astonishing vertical strike was caught by the bamboo smoke pole, and Gun Gun's huge body of more than two meters was also affected by this. After a heavy blow, it trembled a few times, he stepped on the solid rock under his feet, and a roar came out of the pandaren's mouth!
The sudden burst of bear's power shook the armored giant away. He reached out to his buttocks and couldn't find anything. Here, space equipment is forbidden to be used. He couldn't directly touch the weapon in his hand. Gun Gun bit the cigarette pole.

"The power of my fucking bear!"

After this angry roar, he grabbed the halberd with both hands and dented the armor that was almost an inch thick. He snatched the weapon from the giant's hand in an instant, and then swung the halberd round. The halberd beheaded the giant and kicked him off the cliff.

The brutal and unreasonable violent play immediately stunned all the onlookers. Didn't they say that they could show their real skills?Why did you snatch the white blade with your bare hands, and then kick the person down?

What kind of technology can this be taught to others?Others can't learn the power of a bear!
After Gun Gun killed the giant, Gun Gun, who seemed to have picked up something, disappeared into a puff of smoke, and then his huge body walked out of the fire.

"I'm a smoker! Don't tell me it's broken!"

Gun Gun uttered a distressed cry in his native dialect, and then carefully held his cigarette stick and looked it up and down.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Gun Gun, who no longer spoke his native dialect, patted himself on the chest. Just after receiving the heavy slash with a tobacco stick, the bamboo tobacco stick was almost cut off with a halberd. He directly tore the giant with his hands, and didn't care about showing his real skills.

"Hey~ Pretending to be struck by lightning, if my baby is really broken, I'm afraid my father will have to peel off the skin after I go home. This is an inheritance from our family. If I finish playing with it, next time All you'll see is my bearskin coat."

"Your father is still alive?" Ron and Hermione knew that Gun Gun was more than 100 years old and almost [-] years old.

"Why not? Pandas can live for three or four hundred years. Isn't it normal for us pandaren to live for more than 300 years?"

"If it weren't for our small population, this world would have to be called the Pandaren Kingdom."

Rolling eyes rolled, "Do you really think we survived by being cute?"

"Is not it?"

"." Momentarily at a loss for words, he stopped, and he nodded dejectedly.

"Ah~~~" Gun Gun sighed, holding his chin in a dazed manner, and took a sad puff of his cigarette.

"But after beating that big guy, I kind of suddenly knew something."

"But it seems that because I threw him directly off the cliff, my score is a bit low. There should be other things I didn't get."

Rolling scratched his chin, as the one who defeated the first boss, he got something that others still don't know.

"What is it about condensing the power of elements?"

Rolling stretched out his furry palm, a trace of orange-yellow flame was condensed, and then turned into an orange fragment as thin as a hair.

"One can be condensed every 24 hours, and it seems that it can be upgraded and strengthened. Although I don't really understand the use of this, it should be related to healing."

Rolling put the orange fragments towards Ron, and the fragments that dissipated into smoke merged into Ron's body, and the weakness caused by the previous death was instantly swept away.

"It seems to be working."

Rolling scratched his hair, seeing Ron regain his energy, he couldn't help but let out a silly laugh.

"This place is interesting. I'll go shopping again. This time I'll play it seriously. This thing is very suitable for you to exercise in it, boy. The most valuable experience is the one that is honed between life and death."

"I've been living here for the past two months." Gun Gun patted the floor, then looked at Nicolas, "Bamboo."

Nicole May shook his head helplessly, this stinky panda just has a lot of things to do, "I'll ask Buli to bring it to you."

"Then it's a deal."

Patting his belly, smiling and squinting, Gungun plucked at his buttocks, and then he held a long and thick bamboo stick in his hand.

"Since they are all using heavy weapons, then this time, be optimistic. Four or two strokes of ingenuity are not always useful. You were just relying on instinct to swing around. It is true to return to the basics, but a show is a show. It is so lame. You There is so much to learn!"

"As for you guys." Gun Gun pointed to the people beside Ron, "If you can endure being hacked to death a hundred times by the little monsters inside, I will teach you to use some lightweight things, For example, swords and so on, I am best at heavy weapons, but I can also do sword skills, there is nothing I can’t do, although magic is very useful, but these non-magic and some outdated things can sometimes save your life, Luo En boy told me that you want to take risks around the world in the future, right, so learn from it.”

Harry and the others looked at each other with some uncertainty. This was indeed a good opportunity, but it was really not easy for them to make up their minds to face this feeling that was not death but was no different from death.
"I want to try, I.I.Can I?."

A trembling voice came out, Neville raised his hand timidly, swallowed with difficulty, and carefully rubbed forward.

"And me, I want to try too!"

"Anyway, this isn't a real death, right? Then there's nothing terrible about it."

Under Neville's leadership, several boys bravely raised their hands and nodded bravely.

"I'll help too." Bell Ryder, who was silent on the side, took a step forward. He stared at Ron, and then said heavily, "As a descendant of the king...you can't be so good."

"It's embarrassing." The old knight nodded seriously, then pulled out the indestructible lake light hanging from his waist, and touched the spiral fragments floating on the flame.

An extremely gorgeous sword dance flashed in that gloomy world. Bailey Ryder used another completely different way to show these skills that have been almost eliminated by the wizarding world in the most gorgeous way. before.

Elegant but full of murderous swordsmanship is as gorgeous as an exquisite art, but it also has a kind of ability and simplicity from the battlefield. The swordsmanship originated from Lancelot has been passed down from generation to generation. This knight of the round table is worthy of being called The flower of the knight.

The old knight who was not stained by the slightest smoke and dust pushed open the fog door, and he calmly walked towards the giant who got up, then spread out the arm shield on his left arm, and swung his arm upwards.

The heavy halberd was bounced away in an instant, but he was able to restore it perfectly after seeing the bounce once, and then the sword light shone, and the indestructible lake light cut through the thick armor, like a liquid like dark juice Flowing out from the armor, a black monster wrapped the body of the giant who should have died, and the dark aura from the abyss spewed out at this moment, turning him into a terrifying monster.

"The offal of the lower planes."

Nicole May watched the black monster being repeatedly hit by the old knight's sword in madness. He frowned and spat out in disgust.

"If we hadn't repelled and sealed those demons back then, this world would have been a reflection of our future."

"This is a desperate world that has been swallowed by the abyss and lost its vitality."

"Ron, it looks like you've found something amazing."

"Is this the imprint of the struggle of a ruined world?" Nicole May said in a low voice, her eyes sparkling and deep.

The black monster that was easily killed by the old knight turned into a pool of black smoke and gradually dissipated, and the eyes of the restored armored giant glowed scarlet.

Holding the halberd in his hand, he roared up to the sky, and after paying a salute to the old knight, he responded to this kindness by fighting with his strongest posture.

The great hero—Guda the Ash Judge—was lost in the clear waves of the undestroyed lake that rippled like a moonlit lake.

The old knight, who had gained something, crushed what was in his hands, and then walked out of the flames.

"The enemies here are worth fighting."

The old knight put away his blade, and he stretched out his hand in silence. After clenching tightly, a dark gray mist-like air enveloped his body.

"I took one eighth of it, and his inheritance power can only be shared with eight people."

"This power is called tenacity, and it can turn a person into a rock, standing at the forefront of the abyss, without retreating an inch."

"The hero from Chuanhuo—Guda."

The old knight looked at Nicolas May and Dumbledore, and the two old men nodded knowingly. They naturally knew what the old knight hadn't said. After seeing the black like thick water, they already understood up.

　Today's [-] words are completed.

　　As I said in the introduction, the devil will come out of the abyss.

　　Magic has changed the world view of the entire HP world, but I will abide by the original book, and I hope to bring you a different magic world.

　　If you like.

　　I originally wanted to make up for yesterday's word count, but today please allow me to refine the copy later.

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　　By the way, when I get the manuscript fee, I will ask the artist to start drawing Ron's character pictures. This artist can be regarded as my friend, and he is good at drawing strong men, so I haven't found a suitable artist for the pictures of Miss Centaur and Hermione. Allow me to look for it again, if there are reliable painters, you can chat with me privately in the group.

　　


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