Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 22 Killing Crazy (ask for tickets, collect and invest)

"Fred! George! Big news! Big news!"

A thin and thin boy broke into a box, and there were more than a dozen people crowded in. The Weasley twins were sitting on the table, talking some secret things to everyone.

The huge sum of one hundred gold Galleons injected by Ron allowed them to expand their smuggling business. These are the secondary dealers they contacted. There are nearly a thousand people in the four colleges of Hogwarts. If they want to expand their business To start, the help of these people is indispensable.

"What's the matter, Fortlin?"

Fred looked at the boy who broke into the box with a smile, and a playful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"You confessed successfully? Then I wish you the best of luck, congratulations?"

"No, no, no! No, I haven't spoken to Frante yet, and I'm not ready yet." After hearing Fred's words, Fortlin twitched a little embarrassedly, and twisted his buttocks enchantingly .

"Now is not the time to talk about that!" Fortlin seemed to have remembered something serious, he brushed off the contortion on his face, and said in a very serious way: "Death Eaters on the train attacked Harry Potter!"

"what?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"How could such a thing happen."

Fred hadn't replied yet, but the other people in the box were immediately upset. How could this kind of thing happen on the train? It's too unreal.

"No, it's true!" Fortlin interrupted their discussion with a serious face, and said with a serious face: "The Death Eaters belong to the Malfoy family! I swear, it's absolutely true!"

"Oh, Malfoy, it's all right."

The faces of the crowd were clear, and then the gossip expressions gained the absolute upper hand. They pulled Futlin over, and began to ask about the details of the matter chirping.

But before Fordlin could talk about the wonderful battle, Fred and George looked at each other and nodded, then jumped up and pulled open the door of the box that had just been closed.

"Where are you two going!"

But everyone could only see the figures of the two brothers running away.

In order to find a quiet and undisturbed place to talk about things, the two of them were at the very end of the train, and Ron’s compartment was in the middle of the train. The two of them forced their way through more and more crowds. The discussions and all kinds of bizarre news allowed the two brothers to roughly piece together the outline of the matter.

In short, it was Malfoy who made trouble, and then Ron must have done it, and Marcus of Slytherin passed by!And the Slytherin team was there too.

Marcus is a "celebrity" at Hogwarts. He is a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He is in fifth grade this year and has just been promoted to captain.

They look like gorillas and are as strong as gorillas. Slytherin has won the Hogwarts House Cup for seven consecutive years. This has a lot to do with their style. The people in the team are all top All of them are strong men, with black hands, brutal and arrogant.

Because of this, the gorilla-like Marcus became the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team as a matter of course. He was strong enough, even thicker than a seventh-grade student.

Although the twins knew that Ron was very strong now, but he punched the old master to death. How could he, an 11-year-old kid, deal with a group of old Slytherin students with low methods.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Fred pushed and pulled the melon-eating crowd blocking the road.

"My brother is in front! Get out of the way!"

As Gryffindor's batsmen, plus the two brothers with the best popularity and the widest connections in Hogwarts, when they shouted, many people gave them this face.

As a narrow road was given way, the anxious twins thanked and pushed forward, beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads.

"Ron! Brothers are here! You idiot of Slytherin! How dare you bully my brother!"

They yelled and squeezed away the last group of people, but they didn't notice the indescribable strangeness in the eyes that looked at them.

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"Drink!"

The sound of drinking made people's brains buzz, and then a crisp punch landed on a frightened face, his face trembling from the beating, following the exaggerated exaggeration of his master, his face was tense. It stuck tightly to the thick glass of the train, leaving a friction mark with saliva.

The boy who punched was not tall relatively, but his bulging muscles were full of deterrence. This man was Ron.

How can Slytherin talk about benevolence and morality? Although not all the people who come out of this academy are bad guys, the [-]-[-] split is definitely considered low. When Marcus raised his fist, a scuffle began.

After knocking out a small character with a punch, Ron kicked on the wall of the train carriage, leaping in the air and dodging several fists and slaps stretched out to him. In the space, this is an advantage.

"Seventh grade is amazing!"

After giving way with two punches, he held the tall man's head in mid-air, smashed half of his teeth with a knee bump, and after landing, a lazy donkey rolled and dodged a big foot, and then fought back ,dig.

"Grizzly~"

A tearful howl came from a figure who was kneeling on the ground and writhing crazily:

"My egg!!!"

The mournful wailing made the person who was planning to pounce on Ron to knock him down involuntarily clamp his legs. The scene of breaking the egg really made one's scalp tingle.

"He's alone! Come on! Beat him!"

The people blocked in the back howled, and the cannon fodder in the front row, who felt as if what he said made sense, rushed up with a yell after hesitating for a moment.

"boom!"

A 38-yard foot kicked his stomach, and the guy whose intestines were almost broken by the kick screamed miserably, and hit the accomplice behind him, the two rolled into a ball, and couldn't get up on the ground for a long time.

A fist the size of a sandbag kept approaching, and a substandard Rising Dragon Fist almost shattered the howling mouth. The big man who rolled his eyes and passed out didn't wait for the cannon fodder to take effect, so he took the first step fell to the ground.

"You said I messed with the wrong person?"

A stomp stumped the boy who had just been tripped by his companion and was trying to get up. Ron walked up to Marcus in two or three steps, grabbed his neck and pinned him to the wall of the carriage.

"Can you say that again?"

Marcus, whose arms had been folded back, was just howling loudly at the moment, and with a lot of snot and tears streaming down his nose, he didn't have the arrogant look before.

"Don't say yes!"

The rounded fists landed on the big face one after another. In just a few seconds, Marcus, whose facial features began to distort, fell to the floor with bloody spittle in his mouth.

"Is this Slytherin?"

"Bah~"

Ron spat old phlegm in Marcus' face.

"What rubbish, I just need to warm up."

There were five or six people lying crookedly on the ground, all the Quidditch players brought by Marcus and his friends.

Although he said this, Ron still twisted his shoulders a little uncomfortable, and received several punches on the back. It was a joke to say that it didn't hurt. A boy who was four, five, five or six years older than him punched you , it must not be light.

"How many of you still want to be beaten?" Ron squinted at the group of undecided people and threatened fiercely.

There were more than five or six Slytherins flocking to this carriage, and nearly 20 people came over. After Ron beat up a few guys headed by Marcus to make an example of them, to be honest, he didn't want to continue anymore. People are super tired, and random punches can really kill the master, not to mention that he is now unarmed, and his combat power has been reduced by more than half.

The murderous eyes bluffed many people. Although they felt a little embarrassing, those lying down all had solid records. In the end, they backhanded Marcus again, and beat him so viciously that he was not human. Let them feel jealous.

"What are you guys doing?!"

A boy wearing a green striped robe squeezed over from the end near the front of the car. Obviously, he seemed to have a high reputation in the Slytherin house. When he arrived, the Slytherin students who had been hesitant seemed to have found their backbone .

They approached the boy and started whispering.

"This group of trash! They have completely embarrassed our academy!"

"A freshman Weasley, okay." The leading man stared at Ron, "causing trouble on the train, arrest him and put him in solitary confinement, and hand him over to Professor Snape."

Although he said it so grandly, the ferocious expression revealed absolutely not the meaning.

"You are courting death!"

Kicking away the rushing pioneer cannon fodder, a head hammer broke the bridge of the nose of the latecomer. Regardless of the torn robe on his body, Ron, who had been punched in the face, succeeded in smashing the egg with one knee. Shredding through the line of defense that had begun to hesitate due to Broken Egg's screams, he rushed towards the man who gave the orders.

"Beware of the spell! Ron!"

The Weasley twins who had just squeezed through the crowd saw the wands held in the raised hands, they shouted loudly, and then reached out to touch their lower backs, where their wands were stuck.

"Swoon."

"Fuck you, Gobi!"

Ron touched the short stick on his back, kicked an unlucky ghost and bumped into the man's body, interrupting the spellcasting.

"Draw out your wand, huh?"

Ron took hold of the iron birch, dragon's spinal cord, twenty-two-inch wand, thick as a thumb.

The sound of broken bones and tendons, which had not appeared before, gushed out like a tide at this moment, and the cries that were raised several pitches hurt people's eardrums.

The twins tucked the wands they had just drawn back into their waists, and they looked at each other, not daring to move forward.

It's been crazy before.

(End of this chapter)