Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 187 Unforgettable unforgettable

It was difficult for young wizards who had never heard of the abyss and demons to understand the conversations of this group of old people. Although Nicole May revealed a few words before, they still could not hear them.

This has been obliterated in history, and the past that has not even been recorded in books is an unfamiliar field that today's wizards are completely ignorant of, and even Gun Gun is not very clear. Although the pandaren also have their own inheritance, it is obvious that they are good at Martial arts, and they who have been reduced to the remnants of the 'old era', of course they are not focusing on this.

But Gun Gun doesn’t understand. He’s not interested in those weird things anyway. He’s just a cute pandaren trying to survive. What kind of devil, abyss? These things have nothing to do with him at all.

"Okay, now you guys, let's go in and experience the first death in your life."

"This is a rare opportunity. Ten years of hard training is not as good as a life-and-death horror. You have many opportunities, and this is an opportunity that many people can't ask for."

Gun Gun grinned at them, and then took out a lot of bamboo swords, bamboo knives and bamboo spears that looked like they were for practice, and a lot of simple protective gear. Although they were made of bamboo, they were as strong as steel.

Anyway, Gun Gun asked them to die not because he thought they could deal with the living corpse sword master directly, but to see their respective temperaments, which is very important for learning this ancient craft.

"It's gross."

After looking at those people trembling with nervousness because they would have to give away their heads for nothing later, Belred walked to Gun Gun's side and said something softly.

"After all, this is not an interesting skill. Since you want to learn it, you have to endure hardships and get tired, and even if you don't learn it later."

Gun Gun glanced at the group of young wizards, then turned to look at the old knight.

"Feeling the feeling of death is actually not without benefits for them. As long as you don't get used to death and become numb, it's actually good for them to have such an experience."

"It makes sense." The old knight nodded, "They don't look like children with weak minds, they will have nightmares for at most two days."

This is the end of this inhuman conversation. Although it sounds cruel, it will not really die. It is a pity not to experience this opportunity.

After the little wizards who had their own thoughts in their hearts entered the broken and dark world one after another, Gun Gun also got up, and he stood in front of Ron holding the huge and heavy bamboo stick.

"The first place you need to change is."

"Hold heavy weapons with both hands! Brat!"

Gun Gun knocked on Ron's forehead with the bamboo pole, making the iron brain buzz.

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"I don't know how to use both hands, and I will basically not use them in the future." Ron shook his head helplessly.

"To tell you the truth, I have a mount. Although Smelly has to wait a year or two to grow up, if you hold it with both hands, it's not very good to mount a horse. Although you are still an infantry who can't ride a horse now, you will have to mount a horse sooner or later."

"If you can hold a two-handed weapon with one hand, then it should be regarded as one-handed."

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Now it was Gun Gun's turn to be dumbfounded, who the hell would have thought that this little bastard carrying the door panel was actually a cavalryman?
"My next weapon is the dragon-hunting sword gun that I asked my teacher to make for me. It is 830 meters long. Because I can't use magic to lose weight, the weight has reached [-] kilograms. I don't need a mount until I have enough magic power to complete the dragon transformation. I can't even lift my weapon if I use my strength."

Ron waved the Manyan huge sword in his hand, "This is a small thing with an actual weight of only 25 kilograms. It's not too much to say that it's a one-handed weapon, right?"

"Fuck!"

"Nike, what kind of thing did you take as an apprentice? I can't even play with the strength of a bear. That thing costs a ton. Is this guy still human?"

Immediately, he turned his head unsteadily and shouted at Nicolas.

"You little bastard with the blood of a red dragon, this is the first time I've seen this guy return to his ancestors, and I don't expect him to learn my alchemy from me. I can use his bare-handed slap alchemy technique. Not as good as him."

Nicole May glanced at Rolling, then lowered his head and started fiddling with his alchemy weapon.

"It's fine if you can't do it. I don't have to let Buli run back and forth every day, and let your grandpa's grandpa's grandpa run errands for you. You panda is really not a thing."

"Who said I can't do it! Huh?"

"My pandaren is the number one weapon master in the world." Rolling's chest slapped loudly, and then he curled his lips in Nicolas' direction: "Didn't you be beaten by me back then?"

"Bang~"

After putting on a suit of alchemy armor, Nicole May teleported over and kicked Rolling all over the ground. Back then, Flamel was confused by the simple and honest appearance of this cute pandaren. Back then, he was still a child. Cub Gun Gun is a real brat.

"You stinky panda! When you little bastard attacked me, an old man over 500 years old, you still have the guts to say, if you hadn't been on the list of national treasures, I would have brushed oil on the skewers for you and roasted them golden and fragrant!"

"You have so much hair in your armpits."

Gun Gun, who jumped up from the ground clutching his butt, made a cheap and cute face to Nicolas May.

"The armpit star raised his hands high." Gun Gun stuck out his tongue and said loudly, "Liu Wei Wei Wei", he raised his hands and twisted his buttocks and waist, so he couldn't tell he was an old panda over 100 years old.

Nicole May, who was so angry that his head was smoldering, chased and beat his rolling butt: "You stupid cat who is old and cute, I have to pluck your hair today!"

Gun Gun, who was pinned to the ground and plucked his hair, let out a cry of crying for his father and mother. Although he was quite strong, in front of the krypton gold boss, this refugee who was still using a bamboo pole obviously didn't have much room to resist. .

At this chaotic moment, several figures stumbled out of the flames almost in no particular order.

The few people whose lips were pale from fright lowered their heads and groped around their bodies, and the few who had just finished writing the dishes in two or three strokes by the living corpse swordsman still had lingering fears in their hearts, recalling the inhuman massacre just now.

They all shook in unison, the fear in their eyes was nothing but nonsense.

"good."

Gun Gun was being pinned to the ground to pluck his hair, and the old knight took his place and stepped forward. He had been paying attention to the actions of these little guys just now. Although this would not be a real death, he still knew that the road ahead was a dead end. Dare to step forward, they are already very good.

"Any thoughts, kids?"

"Cherish life, stay away from death."

"There are thousands of roads, but only one dead end."

Feeling sublimated, the little wizards threw themselves on the carpet and on the lap of their girlfriends like a dream, and then stared blankly at the ceiling.

Only Neville, holding the bamboo sword in his hand, although trembling, his eyes became more and more determined.

"Professor Dumbledore."

Neville asked Dumbledore beside him, "Voldemort will come back, right?"

"His Death Eaters will be back too, won't they?"

Dumbledore looked at Neville in some surprise, but soon Dumbledore, who seemed to have thought of something, nodded. With the sorting hat in his hand, he squatted down and touched the top of Neville's head.

"Yes boy, Tom will come back, and has even been reborn somewhere, with an unknown conspiracy brewing."

"Those who follow the darkness and those who follow him will naturally reunite, but this time, we will not let anyone go."

"Ok!"

Neville believed Dumbledore's words without hesitation, he nodded firmly, and swallowed forcefully.

"Can I do it again, old gentleman."

Neville, who leaned on his sword and got up awkwardly, asked Belred respectfully. After killing Guda, the old knight also had the power to condense elemental fragments.

"For what?" The old knight looked at the chubby boy, his face was flushed red, he was nervous, but his expression was very serious.

"For." Neville lowered his eyelids slightly, "for myself and for something I shouldn't forget."

"Please, old sir."

"Yes, child, but don't force yourself."

Bailey Ryder condensed the element fragments, and then the slightly warm fragments merged into Neville's body, dispelling the feeling of weakness.

After Neville turned around, Dumbledore also stretched out the sorting hat in front of Neville, "Try it, I wanted to use it at first, but I think you need it more now."

Neville looked at the Sorting Hat in some puzzlement, then reached into it and drew out a gleaming silver sword.

The sword of Gryffindor will always be drawn when Gryffindor needs help, and accompany him to accomplish what he wants to accomplish.

Holding the silver sword in hand, Neville walked resolutely to the campfire, and then walked into that desolate world again.

Gun Gun didn't howl anymore, and Flame didn't pluck his hair anymore. Gun Gun, who was bald on his back, carried Nicole May to the campfire. In the white mist, a fat and clumsy figure returned there. Alleys of sarcophagi, he walked along the broken road
He roared angrily and held the silver sword in his hand tightly, as if the living corpse sword master in front of him was his father-killing enemy.

Neville crashed into the sharp sword light, and a spray of blood bloomed on his chest, but the unparalleled sharp silver sword also pierced through the paint-peeled, battle-scarred face as he lunged forward. The wooden shield left a brand new scar on the skinny body under the black robe.

"Neville, what's the matter?"

Hermione asked Ron anxiously, she saw a completely different Neville from the past.

"Ah this."

"Presumably Neville sounded something once forgotten."

Ron shook his head lightly, "Some things cannot be forgotten by the Amnesia Curse, unforgettable memories." (here is the remark)
"He just remembered, and that's all."

"Don't worry, Neville is still Neville, but he is more handsome than before, isn't he?"

Ron quickly stretched out his hands to support Neville's staggering body, and the sweaty little chubby smiled gratefully at Ron. There was a trace of relief on his face, and a trace of Unwavering tenacity.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore."

Neville returned the sword of Gryffindor to Dumbledore, and then he walked up to Belle Ride: "Thank you, old sir."

"You're welcome, kid."

Although he didn't understand what happened to Neville, the old knight seemed to see a different kind of brilliance from Neville.

"I'm Bel Ryder, you're very nice, kid."

He patted Neville on the shoulder, and then spoke loudly to the group of young wizards.

"I am the last Knight of the Round Table, Bel Ryder."

"If you want, I will work with Roll to teach you how to use a second weapon besides the wand."

He drew Indestructible Lake Light, and then, unbelievably, he drew a wand from his sleeve, which even Ron hadn't expected.

"Wands are meant to be used with swords. They belong to wizards. Although we are knights, we are also wizards."

The old knight pointed to the sword of Gryffindor in Dumbledore's hand, "Thousands of years ago, a sword in one hand and a wand in one hand were the standard equipment for wizards, but the forging of magic swords is too expensive, and with the constant improvement of spells , the magic sword gradually faded out of people's field of vision."

"It's not that it's not easy to use, but it's too expensive. Except for those powerful wizards, only some wizard families or people of noble origin can afford it. If you don't use the magic sword, it's actually not very useful."

"I don't recommend you to specialize in swordsmanship. It's difficult. It needs decades of continuous training and learning. Swords that can replace wands are also rare. Metals that can replace wand cores and magic wood can only be made by a small number of alchemists. .”

The old knight glanced at Nicolas May, as if to say that you, old fellow, are you not mean?This group of children can be taught, at least they have a good heart.

"Okay, okay, I'm not stingy, if you can graduate in their hands, I will give you a handy weapon. The sword is not necessarily the first choice. After all, it requires a little talent, and the arm shield is actually better."

Nicolas pointed to the small shield on the left arm of the old knight holding the magic wand. It was also a kind of alchemy equipment, and it could be expanded to the size of a medium-sized shield at most. It was light and flexible, and it was enough for today's magic spells.

"That's true. I didn't think about it. You are used to the magic wand. One more weapon is better than one more protection. Small shields are less difficult to master and are more suitable for you."

"But you can learn from it." The old knight nodded to Neville, which immediately flattered the chubby.

"Neville has the appearance of a sword master! Of course!"

Ron, who was laughing, patted Neville on the shoulder, and the others also grinned tacitly. They had all seen Neville's excellent performance in beating goblins.

It is necessary to strike while the iron is hot. The old knight followed their momentum and started teaching them. Dumbledore and Nicolas also entered that world one after another. They had many questions and wanted to get clear answers from this world. .

And Gun Gun, who had lost a piece of hair on his back, also pulled Ron aside. Although it was unexpected to play a two-handed weapon with one hand, Gun Gun, who was proficient in all kinds of knives, guns and sticks, taught Ron to hold it in one hand.

Amidst the sound of "striking iron", the night gradually swallowed up the remaining sunset. In the quiet Hogwarts, in the little-known room, busyness and sweat will accompany them for the rest of the school time this year. .

　Originally, the content of today's update is not this, but after writing most of it, I took a look at my fragmented outline.
　　Neville hasn't been assigned yet
　　After all, the second protagonist in the third year is not Harry, but Neville.

　　The sword in our Juggernaut needs to be unsheathed.

　　In HP, I actually like Neville very much, but although Rowling has made settings, the changes about Neville and his previous encounters are only very rough, and you will ignore it if you don’t pay attention, so I will describe it in more detail. After all, Neville is one of my favorite characters in HP. This round-faced boy who is confused and has a poor memory is really distressing.

　　The content of Black Soul is not much, except for the latter part where I will break down the adventure of Black Soul even more, and then knead it with the world of HP, so it will be smoother to watch.

　　By the way, after the Black Soul book, do you want to continue the main story third grade or want to read the content of Shyvana, Dragon Island?

　　Two consecutive dungeons will feel a little alienated from the HP world. I have been hesitant to put this before the third grade or at the end of the third grade. Let's listen to everyone's opinions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)