Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 1 The Pig-Headed Boy (asking for a ticket)

Outside the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, a circle of low stone walls encloses a square yard. Although it is a yard, it looks more like a huge pigsty, not because it is dirty and smelly , but here is too shabby.

A rusty crucible was being thrown in the yard, and there were still some miscellaneous grains soaked in water. Not far from the crucible, there were a few brown hens nesting in a simple chicken coop. It was night, and the chickens The boys slept soundly.

And in the small vegetable field fertilized by chicken manure, the dirty and silly little guys the size of potatoes are lined up in threes and fives. The first little potato is holding the leaves, and the little potatoes behind are pulling The foot of the potato in front, and then pull it back hard.

However, the radish leaves didn't move, and the little potato at the end couldn't pull the potatoes with their belly on the ground, who used themselves as ropes, and of course they couldn't pull the radish leaves, let alone pull out the radish.

The stupid little potatoes have a name that doesn't suit them. They are goblins, but they are not smart at all.

And in the center of this dilapidated courtyard, a crooked house that fits well with the courtyard stands in the middle. The six chimneys are randomly branched, messy and disorderly.

It's called The Burrow, as the sign says, and it lives up to its name.

But in this silent night, the windows on the fourth floor of the top floor of the Burrow suddenly lit up, and the yellowish light made the goblins who were picking carrots in the dark suddenly shake their heads. After some hesitation, they continued their futile carrot-pulling campaign with perseverance.

"What's wrong with me?"

A puzzled grunt sounded in the room with yellowish lights, a boy in pajamas sat on the edge of the bed a little dazed, he covered his face, trying to sort out his confused mind.

His head was dizzy, and after being stuffed with a lot of strange memories that didn't belong to him but seemed to be his own, the veins in his swollen and aching brain were throbbing.

Maybe 10 minutes later, maybe half an hour, he let go of his hands covering his face, and his eyes focused on his palms.

Those were a pair of small hands. To be precise, they should be the hands of a boy who was about ten years old and not so good-looking. They were different from what he remembered.

"Am I time-traveled or reborn?" The boy muttered, and then he showed a weeping smile: "Don't come early, don't come late, I have to be reborn on the second day after my college entrance examination."

"Is it okay to file back when the standard answer comes out?"

The low-pitched complaints came to an abrupt end, and when he looked up, he was staring blankly at the opposite wall, on which were hung a lot of rolled-up posters, and the villain in the posters was riding on the A broom is flaunting its might.

The boy rubbed his eyes.

The boy rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The boy rubbed his eyes bloodshot, the redness was very scary.

"Crack~"

He slapped himself.

"I'm not dreaming?"

The boy covered his face, and his small eyes, which were not too big, were wide open. At the same time, the strange memories that had just been stuffed into his mind quickly spread out, and a completely different picture of childhood unfolded.

"Crack~"

Another slap in the face, the slap hurts the hand, and the face is also slapped.

The boy got up in a panic. In his memory, there was a small mirror in this room. It was originally hung on the wall in front of the low table, but it was covered by a poster.

"Tear~"

Roughly tore off the poster printed with the words of the Chudley Cannons, ignoring the silent protest of the flying little man wrinkling his face, the boy moved closer to the mirror and stared at himself in the mirror with frightened eyes .

"Freckles, yes blue eyes. yes trademark red hair."

The boy stared at the mirror and gritted his teeth.
"Fuck!" He cursed viciously in a low voice, with a complex, indescribable disgust and anger in his tone.

"Ron! Weasley!"

"Why did I time travel to this idiot?"

"Even Neville is a thousand times stronger than this idiot!"

The boy cursed in a low voice, his voice could be suppressed, but the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

Staring at his face flushed with anger, the freckles were also extremely eye-catching at this time.

The heartfelt loathing couldn't be stopped.

"You are upright, kind, and brave." The boy whispered into the mirror, "You are loyal to your friends, you have courage, and you are a qualified Gryffindor."

"Every one of your older brothers is incomparably outstanding. Your friends are radiant. They are saviors and smart academic masters. As an ordinary person, you have done pretty well."

"Now I'm you."

The boy stared at himself in the mirror without moving his eyes.

"It's really... a disgusting feeling."

"madness!"

"Snapped!"

"envy!"

"Snapped!"

"Cowardly! Mean! Selfish!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A series of slaps were aimed at him, but he didn't think it was his face.

"I've wanted to hit you for a long time!" Panting heavily, the boy stared at himself in the mirror, his irritability still persisting.

"If you don't have the skills, you don't make progress. You idle around and act stupid every day, but you just vent your anger on others, and you don't look at your own weight. You get carried away with a little achievement. The boss, your second child? Can you still have fun?"

"Made Staff!"

Grinning his teeth, he frantically output to his own face, looking at the big face swollen into a pig's head, the bad breath in his heart finally dissipated.

"Comfortable~"

Heaving a sigh of relief, the pig-headed boy leaned back on the creaking chair, collapsed and looked up at the not-so-high ceiling, and then smirked "pu chi chi chi".

After being ridiculous for a while, a voice that broke into his mind suddenly interrupted the laughter.

"Good life, reward!"

[You received 666 Gold Galleons as a reward from your system master. 】

【Your uncle's favor towards you +1.】

"Uh thanks?"

The boy who hadn't turned the corner in his head tentatively replied after a short period of sluggishness. He picked out his ears and wondered if his crazy output to himself just now broke his brain.

"Polite little guy, this rewards you."

[You have received a gift package for beginners from your system master]

[Acquire Occlumency*1]

【Acquire magic surge】

[Your uncle's favor towards you +1]

"???"

"Is it really an auditory hallucination?"

Because his face was already swollen, he reached out and pinched his arm, shivering in pain.

"Then thank you, Mr. System?"

"Just call the uncle."

"Oh."

Before he could get close to the uncle of the system and inquire about the news, there was a flurry of footsteps at the door, which attracted the attention of the pig-headed boy.

"mom!"

"father!"

Two voices singing in unison echoed through the Burrow.

"Quick! Come and see Ron!"

"Your little son is crazy!"

The yelling in the middle of the night was quite effective. The Burrow, which was originally not soundproof, became brightly lit a few seconds later. The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from the second floor. The Weasleys in pajamas and pajamas were walking Hearing the yelling of the twins, he grabbed his wand and ran up.

"boom!"

The flimsy wooden door was kicked open by a big foot, and Mrs. Weasley's chubby body was the first to squeeze into the not-so-spacious room.

"Ro"

As soon as the words came out, Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth, and she met the pig-headed boy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The roar of the Hedong lion mixed with many emotions shook the room!The coughing of the attic ghoul rang out one after another.

(End of this chapter)