The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 82 The ideal land far away from the world, Avalon
"not bad!"

Arturia said with a smile.

"Very good!"

She said a sentence twice, and it was obvious that the second time was not for Melda Halle and the others.

Her deep eyes looked at everyone present at Hogwarts.

A spirit far healthier than Camelot gathers here.

As the king of Britain, she approves of this sentiment.It's far better than the group of king chefs who only blindly worship her.

Moving her body at will, Arturia slowly raised her hand, and the sword of king selection condensed with light particles appeared in her hand.The golden hilt is inlaid with all kinds of gemstones. This is a symbolic sword.

Arturia had never used this weapon against an enemy.

However, in some respects, it has a better effect than the sword of the victory contract.

"As King Arthur, I bless you all."

The long sword condensed with light particles suddenly emitted a dazzling light, that light was like the sun in the sky, and also like a mother's warm embrace.

After irradiating the light, everyone only felt a burst of relaxation in their bodies.It seems that all fatigue has been washed away.

"Now, I declare that all competitions are officially over!"

"The winning house is: Gryffindor!!!"

After bestowing blessings on everyone, Arturia announced with a gentle face.

Melda stared at the radiance of the goddess in a daze.

Just now, a permanent buff effect suddenly appeared on his system panel.

[Blessings from the goddess, the ideal land far away from the world, may you never get hurt. 】

[Effect: The affinity with nature increases by 30.00%, the physical damage received is reduced by 30.00%, and the recovery speed is increased by [-]%. 】

Good guy!This buff effect is really domineering, because it is permanent.

Doesn't this mean a direct increase in physical attributes?

Really cowhide, Melda exclaimed, this should be considered a magic trick!It can be released by raising your hand, and it can be bestowed on so many people.

O king!

How powerful are you?

Just as Melda fell into deep thought.The entire Gryffindor wizards have rushed over like a tidal wave.

Fred George was the fastest, and they suddenly picked Melda up.There was a lot of laughter and laughter.

"Look, that's my brother, that's my brother!" Standing in the corridor, Percy kept pointing at Ron who was also being lifted up, and said loudly to the people around him.

Hermione obviously didn't get any treatment, but there were still many little wizards surrounding her.As the only decent person in the group of four, it's a bit shameful at the moment.

The disheveled hair made her look like a raging lion, and the dirty white wizard cape was not as elegant as before.

Dazzled by joy, she even forgot to clean herself up.

Melda, who was lifted up by the twins, was struggling constantly. He turned his head sideways, his clear eyes were full of anger and looked at Harley who was also lifted up.

"Hi! That person, take advantage of it, right?"

"Where do you put your hands?"

"I'm so meow." Melda, who was struggling and shouting constantly, had no choice but to think that our Halle had been taken advantage of by someone this time.

But looking at the perpetrator himself, he looked happy, as if he hadn't noticed at all that he was "handed down" by others.

"Long live Gryffindor!!!"

"Long live the Knights!!"

"Long live the Knights of the Legendary Arthurian Heroes!!!"

Gan!What a shame!
Melda turned her head while blushing.Don't say I picked this name.

Wow!The Lord is still watching!
heard it!

Sure heard that!
"Long live the Knights of the Legendary Arthurian Heroes!!!"

"Long live Gryffindor!!!"

"Long live the Knights!!!"

In the afternoon, everyone is busy organizing their belongings, or holding a celebration.

And Melda finally found a chance to escape from the group of crazy Gryffindors.

He was looking for someone, and it wasn't difficult. After all, that person was so popular at Hogwarts that only Old Dengtou could compare. There is her figure.

"Professor, goodbye!"

"Will the professor still teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next term?"

"professor."

The chattering questions have not stopped since Melda walked into her side.

And from time to time, other little wizards will pass by and join in.

However, if it is true, who is the person who feels the most headache after Artoria leaves?

That must be compared to our headmaster, Dumbledore.

That's not true, Melda guessed that the old headmaster might be having a headache for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

After all, no one in the wizarding world knew that Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship was cursed by a hot man.The ending of any wizard who holds this position is not very good.

Therefore, basically very few wizards apply for this position.

Speaking of this, Melda actually said a lot, since this position was cursed by Voldemort, then it would be better not to have this position at all.

Change the name, what is it called "Dark Arts Resistance" or "Three Years of Dark Arts, Five Years of Azka", "From Hogwarts to Azkaban" or something,

Or simply let Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall come to class in turn.It would be better to just dilute this course and divide it equally into other subjects.

Why!I don't have a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor right now, who did Voldemort curse?
"Okay, children. The little hero over there has been waiting for a long time. Let's go to the auditorium first, and I will go there later." Artoria's mouth showed a subtle smile, like a smile on her face. A ripple quickly across the face.

She pointed to Melda at the corner of the corridor, her eyes condensed into a shimmer of affection, and then disappeared in the depths of her eyes in an instant.

"Then the professor must come quickly."

A group of little wizards left with a look of reluctance, as if they had been robbed of their beloved.

The crowd dispersed slowly.

Arturia walked lightly on the grass leading to Hagrid's hut.

"You took that name?"

"what?"

Melda, who was walking side by side, faltered and couldn't speak.

What to do with some inexplicable shame.

"Yeah, what's the matter!" As the saying goes, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed.Anyway, if someone found out, Melda would simply be shameless.

It's the old man who got it, how to drop it.

"Humph!"

"Little Slicker!"

There was an upward curve on her delicate face. Although her mouth was not very forgiving, her expression was unexpectedly full of relief.

"I'm leaving."

"I know." Melda agreed in a low voice.

"Don't be so sad, it's not life and death."

"No!" Melda raised her head. "I'm just sad that I lost a thigh."

The breeze blew across the hills, lifting the ends of Wang's hair.She gently brushed away the broken hair in front of her eyes, and the setting sun was in the distance.

Only then did Melda suddenly realize that her sword was called: Victory.And her scabbard is called: Avalon.

An ideal place far away from the world: Avalon.

O king!

When can you really put down the sword in your hand and drive into the ideal land far away from the world.

(End of this chapter)