Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 12 The Eve of School

August was a busy month, especially for Ron.

What the Weasley family lacked most were second-hand textbooks, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbalism, and Potions. The textbooks for these four courses hadn't been changed for a long time.

The textbooks designated by the Ministry of Magic used in these subjects have not been changed for decades. It is no different from the extremely fluid courses of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that is changed every year. There is no teacher who teaches these courses at Hogwarts. Not 'Battle Veteran'.

For them, textbooks are actually not very useful. They themselves are a living professional textbook. Magic comes from practice, and many things cannot be written in books.

Although he was in the Weasley family and a wizard family, Ron, who was not born here, had a slightly higher understanding of magic knowledge than those students from Muggle families.

The original Ron was too stupid. Apart from flying crookedly in the sky with his broken broom and doing stupid things that gave Mrs. Weasley a headache every day, he didn't know anything, and he didn't do anything.

Even for things like spells, he couldn't say a complete sentence in these 11 years.

Of course, the family knew that Ron was too stupid, and fearing that this guy would blow up the house after he knew the real spell was also a big reason.

The harmless levitation spell could be turned into a heifer summoning spell when the 'f' was read as an 's', and if Ron muttered some new spell, it would be a disaster for the already distressed Weasleys disaster.

They couldn't afford a second Burrow.

But except now.

After discovering that Ron was enlightened, they did not object to Ron previewing the knowledge in the textbook at home. Seeing Ron holding the textbook and studying hard, Mrs. Weasley secretly wiped tears several times at night.

"Thanks Merlin, we didn't have the wrong baby back then!"

Words like this accompanied Mr. Weasley through several rambling nights.

Magic is a precise subject. Incantations and gestures are two basic elements that are necessary to complete a successful and correct magic, especially for novices who do not have a deep enough understanding of a certain magic. , following the standard casting formula to use magic is an inescapable bend.

Ron, who didn't stutter and stutter, and had a good memory, didn't have any problems with spells. His clear enunciation perfectly reproduced every point in the textbook, however.
The gesture of waving the wand became Ron's difficulty.

My own magic stick is really too heavy. The magic stick made of iron birch weighs about ten kilograms. It is as hard as steel and far more flexible than steel, so this thing can cause extremely high physical output when used to hit people. , however used to cast spells.
Although the proficiency of one-handed weapons allowed Ron to use his skill to play with the stick, but his lack of physical strength made Ron unable to hold the wand steadily, and he couldn't complete the main points required for the spell very stably. shape.

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine"

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine"

"two thousand!"

Exhaling, Ron got up from the ground. He patted the dust on his hands. After a short rest, he picked up a pair of stone dumbbells. The contraction of the biceps is repeatedly lifted.

This is what Ron has been repeating over the past month. He read books and textbooks in the morning, and asked Percy questions after lunch. From the afternoon to the evening, Ron strengthened his body without hesitation.

Rather than saying that he is a wizard, it is better to say that Ron is an obsessed fitness freak.

With the support of the magical potion, muscle soreness is no problem at all, and the lack of physical strength can be replenished in time. The extra meal specially prepared by Mrs. Weasley for Ron also enables his body to withstand this jaw-dropping situation. crazy workout.

In order to hold his wand steadily and successfully cast spells, Ron had to undergo additional special training on strength. In just one month, the twins had completely surrendered to Ron in arm wrestling. Muscles are not like what an 11-year-old child can have. What's more, Ron, who is already tall, even though he is two years younger than them, is about the same height as them. Now that his physique has improved, it is even more terrifying.

"It would be a pity not to go to Slytherin and wrestle arms with those big fools."

Every time Ron dragged the twins to let them test their strength, the two of them always whispered BB with resentment. After all, as elder brothers, they were crushed by their younger brothers who were two years younger than themselves. There will always be some damage that cannot be erased.

"Mom, what kind of meat is this today?"

During the warm dinner, Ron poked the thick chunk of meat on the plate in front of him. The unique aroma surprised Ron a little. Mr. Weasley could always find some good things through his relationship to make up for himself.

"Dragon meat."

One word stirred up waves.

When Mrs. Weasley said this word, the aggrieved twins cried and pretended to be whirling.

"Mom! It's not fair, we are your children too, why didn't we... woo woo woo."

"Fred, we both picked it up from a trash can, didn't we?"

"Yeah, George, when I was a child, my mother said we picked it up. I thought it was a lie, but now it seems"

"Whoa whoa whoa."

Two funny giant babies hugged each other and wept. The twins who pretended to wipe their tears peeked through their fingers at the barbecue on Ron's plate, which was as big as two bricks. Needless to say, this dragon meat does have a mouth-watering strange aroma.

"Bang~bang~"

However, Mrs. Weasley didn't appreciate it. Holding a spoon in her hand and preparing to share the mushroom soup with everyone, she took the spoon and knocked a big lump on the twins' heads.

"Ron needs to exercise. You can't make your brother unable to swing a wand."

She glared at the twins angrily, but there was no real anger in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, there's more, let mom make it for you tomorrow and take it on the train to eat. The Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts just killed a rioting Welsh green dragon today. Amos got a lot of meat and sent it to the train." It weighed me dozens of catties."

Mr. Weasley came out laughing to smooth things over.

"Haven't I never eaten this, let Ron taste it first, and then we will"

"Oh~~~~~~"

The twins lost the crying expression on their faces in an instant. They sat upright and lined up Ron's shoulders, and spoke heavily and seriously.

"The task of testing the poison is entrusted to you, my dear brother."

"If you burp by accident, we will take good care of you, Luke."

"Think beautifully."

Ron rolled his eyes, you don't want to hear any good things from your two brothers, and Ron, who is used to getting along like this, is not angry.

"Luke, come here."

Ron beckoned, and the grown-up caracal jumped onto Ron's lap nimbly. The little guy who originally liked mimimi to show off his cuteness had already begun to assume the power of a hunter.

The gradual sand-gray fur has a healthy and oily luster under the light, and his explosive muscles make his every move have the beauty of strength and agility. His big light gray eyes look up at Ron with piercing eyes.

"Wow~"

Probably because he grew up a bit, Lukexi, who is a caracal cat, has broken away from the meowing of ordinary cats. His voice is a bit low, and there is an electronic sound in his voice.

"Come, try the dragon meat. Mom made it by herself. It's very delicious."

After cutting off a tough steak with a knife and fork, Ron handed over the task of testing the poison to the great meow warrior Luxie.

"Ow~"

Picking up the thick piece of meat in one bite, Lukexi jumped off Ron's knees, and the somewhat difficult-to-bite dragon meat was torn into pieces and swallowed in a short while with his claws and teeth aligned.

"Wow~"

Lukexi licked the corner of her mouth, staring at Ron with bright eyes.

"It seems to be edible."

Luke was given a piece of dragon steak again, and then Ron, who started to feast on it, was full of oil.

The dragon meat was not easy to chew, it was slightly sour, and the meat was too tough, but after chewing and eating it, a burst of warm heat surged up with the wonderful aroma, making Ron flushed Face.

This thing makes up for it a bit.
"I'm full!" Ron put down the knife and fork, drank the mushroom soup in one gulp, and stood up against the table. "I'm going out for a run, or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"be careful."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and waved.

"Mom, Ron can hit us all with one hand, what are you worried about?"

"People who meet Ron should pay attention to safety. No one can bear that punch."

"As long as you talk too much, you will go back to school tomorrow, have you packed your things?"

Seeing the twins nodding and bowing in front of their mother, Ron chuckled.

"Let's go, Lukexi, let's clear up our food."

Carrying a simple sewing backpack, Ron ran on the uneven country road with big strides one foot at a time. Beside him, Luxie, who was running silently, followed closely.

(End of this chapter)