Hogwarts Summoning Guide

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"Most of the Crusaders came from minor lords in Europe...and not all of them were knights recruited by the Papacy..." Hermione said, her brow furrowed as she looked at the carnage below.

Harry's eyes flickered slightly, and he said quietly, "Some stories mention that, in order to replenish their forces, Europe released many criminals and incorporated them into the Crusades. The priests even promised to forgive their sins if they could recapture the Holy Land..."

"They didn't treat those civilians like human beings at all..." Neville said through gritted teeth, his expression filled with deep disgust. "If that's true, no amount of defense can absolve them of their crimes!"

Catherine's expression was even more grave; her gaze was sharp as knives, but her tone was unusually low as she said, "They committed far more than just these crimes..."

Following Catherine's words, the four of them involuntarily descended and arrived at a distant village in the blink of an eye. The village was no longer the vibrant oasis it once was. Neither the houses nor the tents were intact. Thick smoke and flames filled the air, and blood and corpses were everywhere.

Wizards are far more adaptable to these gruesome scenes than Muggles. Human bones, skeletons, and other artifacts can be bought everywhere in Upside Down, and even voodoo dolls are used as decorations at the entrance of pubs. Normally, Harry and his friends wouldn't have felt too much physical discomfort from these corpses, but what drove them to the brink of collapse were the things that happened and the sounds that came from some of the dilapidated rooms, all of which showed them the brutality of the Crusaders like beasts.

An officer in full armor, fastening his belt as he walked out of a building, loudly instructing nearby soldiers, "Kill them all after you're done! Kill them all!"

Soon after, the women's screams rang out, then stopped abruptly.

The officer walked to the center of the village, where the villagers used to fetch water from the well square. Now it was crowded with people. The remaining villagers were gathered there. At the officer's command, anyone taller than a cartwheel, regardless of age or gender, was shot dead with crossbows. Only seven or eight little girls who were too frightened to speak were left.

A carriage slowly pulled up. The carriage had a thick wooden cabin with no windows, only a few small ventilation holes.

The priest, who had just shouted in the desert to kill all the heretics, was now contentedly straightening his clothes as he walked over in the carriage. He met the officer, and the two of them, seemingly oblivious to the corpses scattered on the ground, grinned and started chatting and joking.

Harry and Hermione, suspended in mid-air, were speechless. Their hearts felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Neville roared and charged down, but no matter how much he punched, kicked, or cast spells, he couldn't reach the officers and priests below, as if he were just a ghost in this world.

Just as Neville was furious, a rather peculiar bugle call sounded at the village entrance, attracting everyone's attention.

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Two knights, clad in gold-carved armor and riding Valencia's finest horses, came from the village entrance. They wore neat, bright red cloaks, and their armor and weapons were inlaid with magnificent jewels, clearly indicating their distinguished status.

"It's the Crusaders! They must be different from these criminals!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

Harry glanced at her but didn't say anything. He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he didn't want to shatter Hermione's last hope.

The Crusaders are the representatives of the Order of Good, and are nobles directly under the Holy See. In fact, legend has it that they are dedicated to spreading love and peace, establishing a social order based on high morality, and protecting all the weak. Therefore, all people of the Order of Good worship the Crusaders from the bottom of their hearts and are very proud to call themselves the Crusaders.

However, the next scene completely shattered Hermione's hopes. She thought the Crusaders would come to stop what had happened, punish the criminals, and save the innocent people. However, the two magnificent knights completely ignored the blood and screams and headed straight for the center of the village, letting the iron hooves of their warhorses trample the corpses on the road into a pulp, and the blood stained the horses' legs black and red.

Upon hearing the bugle call, the officer and priest immediately straightened up and went to meet the Crusaders, while the surrounding soldiers grabbed the few surviving little girls and carried them forward like chicks.

"I heard you have a gift for the Earl?" The leading Crusader, his face hidden behind a heavy helmet, coldly asked the officer.

"Not only for the Earl, but also for the Bishop... They must be tired from their journey and want to relax... Hehe... relax..." The officer rubbed his hands together obsequiously, then gestured to his soldiers to hand the girls forward.

"Hmph..." The Crusader snorted and waved his hand. The officers and priests were overjoyed and immediately ordered the soldiers to throw the girls into the carriage, making a "thump thump..." sound.

"Give them some water. His Holiness the bishop doesn't like corpses that have died of thirst..." the Crusader said coldly, then rode away without looking back.

The killings continued in the village, while the officers and priests stuffed the gold they had found into their boots, quivers, and anywhere else they could find a place to put something.

Harry turned to look at Hermione; her eyes were lifeless, and her face was ashen…

On the other side, when Yan Nishuang was surrounded by a large amount of blood mist, she couldn't immediately determine whether the blood mist would harm her primordial spirit in its soul form. She immediately withdrew her primordial spirit into her body, but she only felt a blur before her eyes and her feet lost their footing. When she came to her senses, she was already in the air at a height of 10,000 meters and was falling freely towards the ground below.

With a thought, Yan Nishuang slowed her descent and gently stopped on the cloud. With her current strength, she no longer needed any flying tools to fly. Although she was a little surprised, she immediately put aside the question of "how did Grakua get herself here" and began to observe the environment.

This sight left her speechless with astonishment.

Below was a majestic fairy mountain, its peaks piercing the clouds, their summits invisible. Seven-colored mists swirled around the peaks like magnificent silk skirts. The mountain was covered in blooming flowers, babbling brooks, strangely shaped pines and rocks, and the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of blossoms—a truly enchanting scene.

"This is...?" Yan Nishuang's eyes widened. With her keen senses, even high in the sky, she immediately felt that the spiritual energy here was extremely abundant. Not to mention Earth, where she grew up, even the Great Luo Kunlun Ruins in Xikunlun could not compare to it. The reason why Yan Nishuang was able to make a transcendent improvement in just a few months was mainly due to the density of spiritual energy in the Great Luo Kunlun Ruins, which made her Qi cultivation twice as effective. It is no exaggeration to say that one year of cultivation in the Great Luo Kunlun Ruins is equivalent to ten years in the mortal world. And the density of spiritual energy here is even ten times that of the Great Luo Kunlun Ruins.

"This is... the real Kunlun Mountains?... I... I've entered the world of Investiture of the Gods?" Yan Nishuang exclaimed in surprise.

Although she did not move, the immortal mountain in front of her had already moved. Only when the angle changed did she realize that this mountain range, which spanned thousands of miles, was actually a floating island in the air.