Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 23 Review and Oath
Having a guy in your hand is a completely different thing than not having a guy in your hand.

Ron, who was unarmed, was already a little powerless after beating five or six people headed by Marcus. If those ten or so people fought together, he would definitely be beaten into a pig's head.

But got the guy in hand.
One-handed weapon proficiency endowed Ron with one-handed weapon fighting skills standing at the peak of human beings. Even if he didn't need this big, thick, long, long and reinforced wand, just give him a belt, or even an overnight baguette, Ron would be able to Kill him seven in and seven out.

The weapon is an extension of his arm, and the magic wand commanded by his arm is waved like a flower by him, just simply pumping, chopping, and stabbing. This short stick is no less than a heavy machine gun full of ammunition in this narrow train corridor .

The guy who pulled out the wand and the right hand holding the wand were directly severed by Ron with a stick. Before the pain caused by the severed arm could be transformed into wailing, Ron slapped the stick with his backhand to give orders. In his mouth, half of his teeth were broken.

"You like pulling out your wand, don't you?"

"Slytherin bastards!"

This extremely brutal scene made the students who were about to jump at Ron, or who were about to pull out their wands and cast a curse on him, suddenly backed up a few steps unconsciously, trembling.

"No, I didn't. Ah!!!"

The iron birch wand that was swiftly swung made a "swish" whistling sound through the air, and the wooden stick comparable to steel intimately touched the left arm of a boy who was about to piss.

The "click" sound of bone breaking came first, and then the white bone stubble that pierced the flesh and skin was exposed to the air, scarlet blood splashed into the eyes, and the warm liquid was sprinkled on Ron's gritted teeth, revealing his ferocious expression. face.

"Today, none of you will try to run away!"

A massacre comparable to a slaughterhouse was staged.

"Armor armor protects. protects. protects."

The lucky guy at the end of the crowd successfully pulled out his wand. He waved the small wooden stick in his hand tremblingly. He had indeed learned the armor spell in school, but at this moment he forgot all the important points in vain. Waving a wand, but completely unable to make the spell work.

"Won't you read me a curse?" Ron dropped a senior student who was wet in the crotch, and was beaten unconscious by him, and stepped into the only lucky one who hadn't been beaten.

"Isn't that what you Slytherins do best?"

"Do you want to try? Maybe the spell is faster than my stick. Even if it's slower, it's just a broken hand. It's easy to connect it. Don't worry, I won't kill people."

Ron, whose face was covered in blood, grinned grinningly and opened his mouth. His ferocious face like a picture scroll of hell made him roll his eyes without saying a word, and passed out without dignity.

"Really boring."

After wiping the blood stained on the wands on their robes and reinserting them back into the straps of the wands, Ron seriously wiped his face through the glass to wipe off the blood stains on them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Ron stepped on his calf, and the boy who woke up abruptly from the coma of rolling his eyes screamed loudly.

"I ask, you answer."

The lucky guy who woke up from a coma quickly covered his mouth after hearing Ron's words, then gritted his teeth and nodded in pain.

"Where's your Slytherin prefect? ​​So many people beat me up, a freshman who hasn't officially entered school. Where is your prefect? ​​He wants to explain to me."

"Yes. Yes. Nelson is there." Lucky pointed to the messy battlefield where there were crowds of people and screams one after another. There was a twisted arm in the direction of his finger, and the broken wand was hanging on it. Between the fingers.

"It turned out to be him, no wonder."

The guy who was the first to pull out his wand and planned to cast a spell on Ron really had some skills. No wonder the group of people just obeyed his words and did what he said. They turned out to be a gangster.

"You can move out of the way, I have something to talk to your prefect."

Those guys whose noses and faces were swollen and their arms and legs were broken by Ron's stick quickly silenced, gritted their teeth, endured the pain and hurriedly moved their buttocks, and shrank to the side in fear, leaving a vacuum for this little devil .

"Wake up."

Ron kicked Nelson's severed hand, and the severe pain woke him up from a coma.

"Mom! I'm in so much pain!"

Nelson, with tears and snot gushing out, subconsciously yelled. The voice that came out of his leaky mouth felt strange even to himself. He tried to keep his feet away, but his back was against the carriage, unable to move at all.

"You're a Slytherin prefect, aren't you?"

"That's right, I'm Nelson, sixth grade."

Nelson didn't dare to jump anymore, and he nodded with a mournful face when he had to answer.

"Give me an explanation, 24 Slytherin students are besieging me, a freshman who has not yet entered school, what do you Slytherin House want to do?"

"Can't school regulations control things on the train? Or, Slytherin believes in the supremacy of force, and big fists make sense?"

"Give me an explanation." Ron showed a bright smile, "Otherwise, none of you will be able to walk off the train."

An inexplicable power emanated from this strong and equally wounded body, as if being watched closely by a hunter. This invisible pressure made the students who were still awake shiver suddenly.

"We were wrong"

"We shouldn't be doing this"

Shaking his broken hand, Nelson spoke tremblingly, and then looked at Ron with pleading eyes.

"I can do whatever you want me to do, please."

"I'm not a devil." Ron sneered, but the people around him didn't think so.

"Write a review, 100 words, give you half an hour, write down what happened, write down the process of you gathering people to beat me up, don't add oil and vinegar, just write it truthfully, dozens of [-] people in this carriage read it Come on, it's wrong to lie."

Looking at Ron's calm and murderous face, none of them dared to shake their heads.

"Fred, George, do you have parchment and quills? Prepare some for them, 24 copies should be soon."

"Okay Ron! You wait!"

The twins at the other end of the carriage nodded quickly after hearing what their younger brother said. When they turned around, the crowd had already made room for them.

"Thank you, thank you."

The twins made their way through the crowd, and within half a minute they were back with what Ron needed.

"Ow~~~"

"Ow~~~"

"Ooooooooo~~~"

One after another, the screams of pain are ringing out, and those guys who were knocked unconscious are woken up one by one by Ron. As senior students, they all have mastered the Restoration Spell, a spell that is required for the ordinary wizard level examination (OWL). The injury cannot be healed, but there is no problem with stopping the bleeding.

The light green soft light healed the wound, and the tormenting pain was also reduced a lot at this moment.

After distributing the pens and papers, the group of Slytherins who were all in a mess sat in the corridor of the carriage and wrote quickly. Even Marcus, who had a brain similar to that of a gorilla, burst out his once-in-a-lifetime potential at this moment. It was a spectacle that no one had ever seen since he entered school.

It didn't even take half an hour, just ten minutes or so, and the [-]-word self-criticism and confession were quickly completed. Without exception, they caught the key points of the matter. Malfoy, who was the first to provoke trouble, became their Verbally criticize and criticize those who have been blamed.

Even if Malfoy isn't here now, it's better this way, he provoked everything, and he has to bear the blame whether he is around or not.

Ron looked at the paper pages that condensed blood and tears, endless grief, and deep remorse one by one. Seeing that everyone restored the matter very honestly, a smile appeared on Ron's face that made them feel relieved.

"The last step, take out your wand, and swear to what you wrote. I don't think there should be any distortion of reality in what you wrote yourself."

"Yes." The group of people nodded without the slightest objection, "What we wrote are all facts."

This kind of oath does not require the witness of a third party than the "unbreakable oath". The oath unilaterally raising the wand is also a kind of "magic contract". The oath of the wand must have relative constraints.

Although there will be no death due to violation, a relative price will also be paid. This is related to the thing sworn and the total amount of magic power when the oath is sworn. The more powerful the wizard, the higher the efficiency of this oath.

"Follow me." Ron cleared his throat and said, "Follow the principles of voluntariness, honesty, fairness, and justice. Everything written here is the truth. Under the witness of Merlin, if the above statement is different from what I said later , Ding Ding shortened by five centimeters."

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A group of students who were crying in their hearts, but had to show a sincere face of serious repentance and reformation, finished their oath through gritted teeth, and the prefect Nelson, whose wand was broken, also borrowed a wand to complete it. own oath.

They got up from the ground dejectedly, and handed the parchment and quill to Ron.

"What's going on here?"

A puzzled voice came, "Please step aside, I'm a prefect, step aside."

Percy, who came late, squeezed his way through the crowd. He looked at the group of disheveled and blood-stained Slytherin students in great perplexity.

"It's all right"

Seeing Percy looking straight at him, Nelson squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, half of his teeth were missing from his mouth.

"I'm so sorry I left the short meeting early." Nelson nodded at Percy, "I'm going first."

"Huh? Oh, okay, Prefect Nelson." Percy, who was confused, blinked, and he walked through the embarrassed crowd to Ron.

"What's wrong? I was in a meeting just now, and it was my turn to speak, so I wasted a little time."

"Ron. What's the matter with you?"

"They beat me up." Ron pointed at the students who were leaving. Suddenly, the group of people trembled violently, and their pace became faster.

Before Percy could say anything, Ron interrupted his elder brother's spellcasting, "But they have already admitted their mistakes. This is their letter of self-criticism."

"Forgive others and forgive others, I'm not a devil."

Ron shrugged, "I'm going to change and see Percy at school later."

Pointing to the torn robe on his body, Ron passed Percy and walked into the partition of his box.

(End of this chapter)