Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 27 Teaching (5K 2 in [-], ask for tickets, please collect and invest)

"Mr. Weasley!"

Just as Snape started casting the spell, Professor McGonagall interrupted the casting forcefully.

"That's rude, how can you talk to Professor Snape like that."

She put down the parchment in her hand, and still spoke seriously, but what she said was completely defending Ron, and even in her tone, she could hear a faint sense of comfort, after all, Gran Fendo has been beaten by Slytherin all these years, and she always feels angry in her heart.

"Oh, sorry, Professor McGonagall, I was impulsive. It was only a small part of Slytherin seniors who did it to me. They can't represent other Slytherin students. About this, I'm sorry."

There was just the right amount of apology on Ron's face.

"I shouldn't say that Professor Snape would teach Slytherin to be a troll. He is a respectable teacher. He doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, reverses black and white, selfishness and partiality, none of which exist. Those people will beat me up It's because of their own personal reasons, which have nothing to do with Professor Snape's teachings."

"Well, don't talk to Professor Snape like that in the future, remember?"

Professor McGonagall nodded gently to conclude the matter. She blocked Snape who was about to speak with her eyes, and Snape, who was so angry that he couldn't interject a word from the beginning to the end, clenched his teeth. Who told McGonagall to be The vice-principal, the first-level official crushes people to death.

"Of course, of course, Percy always mentioned you when he helped me preview the textbooks before school started. You are the most impartial professor at Hogwarts. I will follow your teachings and I will keep them in my heart."

Ron nodded kindly, but changed the subject here, and he said seriously to Professor McGonagall.

"But Professor McGonagall, now that I've talked about this, and you've read these parchments, should Slytherin house compensate me for the unreasonable beating of senior Slytherin students, or let those students Compensate me?"

"I was beaten by them a lot. Although I applied the potion, it hasn't completely disappeared yet." After finishing speaking, Ron lifted his robe, revealing his back with a large area of ​​light bruises.

"Also, my wand also needs maintenance because of their reasons. After all, I broke more than ten bones with it. If there is a problem when casting spells, it will cause serious trouble."

Ron pulled out his short stick-like wand from his back. The polished iron birch gleamed with a steel-like cold light, and there was still a faint smell of blood on it.

"If it affects the release of the spell, maybe someone will die. I'm pretty sure about it."

"I don't want much, mental damage, medical expenses, lost wages, wand maintenance, and so on. Eighty thousand Galleons will be fine."

A cold snort came out of Snape's nostrils, isn't that much?The lion's mouth was not as ruthless as Ron's 100 Galleons. This condition is outrageous. How about slaughtering Slytherin like a fat sheep?Your father Arthur's salary in the Ministry of Magic is only more than [-] Galleons a month, and [-] is enough for him to earn for decades.

"Oh~" Professor McGonagall said quietly, interrupting Snape's spellcasting again, she looked at the wand in Ron's hand, and said softly with some resentment: "Ollivander's reimbursement for the wand this year is doubled It turned out to be because of you."

"Eight thousand and 360 Galleons, eleven Sickles, six Knuts."

As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall, who is also in charge of Hogwarts' financial power, is very distressed by this year's soaring reimbursement bill. More than 8000 Galleons are enough to pay the teachers of the school for a month.

"Cough cough cough. I don't know about this. Is this stick core expensive?"

Ron coughed and didn't know what to say, how valuable is his fire stick?
"The core of the staff is made of the spinal cord nerves of fire dragons over five hundred years old. They are usually used as magic wires for semi-permanent alchemy formations. Fire dragons of this age are now rare. The older the fire dragon is, the more difficult it will be. Breeding, fire dragons are generally slaughtered before they are 120 years old." Professor McGonagall explained softly, and then turned to look at Snape.

"I think." She cleared her throat, "Slytherin students and Mr. Ron Weasley are both responsible for this conflict, so medical expenses and mental damage expenses are exempt."

Ron's bruise disappeared after a night's sleep. When it comes to mental damage, the group of Slytherins who were beaten up were the ones who suffered both mentally and physically.

"However, I think you should bear the maintenance cost of the wand. After all, you Slytherin are the instigators of this conflict. The follow-up maintenance and reimbursement of Mr. Ron Weasley's wand will come from Slytherin's appropriation for this year. Well, I think ten thousand Galleons is a good number."

Snape: "Can I swear? No? Then I have nothing to say."

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape narrowed his eyes, staring at Ron, the instigator, with vicious eyes. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and gritted his teeth.

"I have no objection to the wand Ollivander chose for the wizard. He is an expert in wands, but the dragon's spinal nerve is the most stable and powerful medium of magic power. I don't think there will be any problems with this wand."

The reimbursement of more than 8000 is estimated to be deducted on the head, but the extra 1000 Galleons do not need to be paid at all, what kind of shit wand maintenance fee, although Slytherin has his own small treasury, with donations from those wizard families Gold, but more than 1000 galleons can be converted into potions worth tens of thousands in his hands.

No matter how he calculated it, Snape felt that he was losing blood, and his heart was bleeding. It was rounded up to [-] million. How could Slytherin suffer such grievances!

"You are wrong, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall is right. My wand does need maintenance. Mr. Ollivander naturally has his reasons for using such expensive materials to make wands for me."

Ron passed the tip of his staff over his head.

"Please lower your head and close your eyes." He blinked at Professor McGonagall, and then chanted the spell: "Fluorescence flashes."

A huge ball of light exploded suddenly in this warm-colored room. The extremely bright dazzling white light gave people a dazzling burning sensation of staring at the sun. Ron closed his eyes early. Although Professor McGonagall was somewhat Puzzled, but also lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The only one among the three present did not listen to Ron's words. Snape, who opened his eyes wide, saw a mass of sun discs rising, and saw the sun discs blooming with extreme brilliance.

"Knox."

When the sound of the extinguishing curse sounded, a muffled sound followed.

Snape, who fell to the ground, used his strong willpower to hold back what was about to blurt out: My dog ​​is blind!This classic line, but the unstoppable tears poured down violently, this is a conditioned reflex of human instinct, and I couldn't help it at all.

"I should have greeted you in advance, that's right, Professor McGonagall."

Seeing Ron's innocent expression, Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and shook his head lightly, sighing helplessly.

"Probably because Professor Snape was distracted and didn't hear it. He was really careless."

"Shall I take you to Madam Pomfrey? Professor Snape, you look very distressed."

Professor McGonagall spoke with concern, she sat motionless on the soft chair.

"Don't bother."

He took out a bottle of unknown potion and washed Snape's hard mouth. He had just used the potion to get rid of the temporary blindness caused by the flash. His red eyes were bloodshot, and the red eye sockets made him feel He looked as if he had just cried.

"My magic flow rate is much faster than that of ordinary wizards, so the wand is very important to me. If something goes wrong with him, the rioting magic power may cause some terrible accidents."

"If my Slytherin classmates and I were having a friendly discussion about magic, it would be too scary if it accidentally went wrong. A Lighting Curse is like this. What if we were discussing the Shattering Curse, More dangerous spells like Explosive Charms"

"Are you a threat? Weasley!"

"No, I'm just stating a fact. After all, there is a word in the world called: What if."

"Anything can happen, right, there's a reason for everything, right?"

"Cause and effect cycle, retribution is not good, Professor Snape, you are so knowledgeable, I think you should be very clear that the person who caused the trouble will eventually stumble in the trouble he caused himself one day, and his head will be broken."

The two of them stared at each other firmly without showing any weakness. The freezing atmosphere made the surrounding air seem to freeze at this moment.

"Minerva, Severus."

An old but energetic voice came from the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, why are you here?"

Professor McGonagall spoke to Dumbledore a little unexpectedly.

"The kids are hungry, and of course, so am I."

Dumbledore pointed to the wall clock with a smile. It had been 10 minutes since Ron was brought here. Although it was not long, it was long enough.

"Let the children go to the sorting house, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded to Professor McGonagall, then looked at Snape.

"Humph!"

With a customary snort, Snape waved his robes and left the room without a word.

"Looks like you've pissed off Professor Snape enough."

Dumbledore winked mischievously at Ron, "Don't mind, Professor Snape is a bit strict, but he is a good man."

"Of course, I believe that the professors in the school are all respectable. Although I feel that the professor is a little partial, isn't it what the dean should do to love the students of his own college?"

Hearing this answer, Dumbledore agreed with great satisfaction: "It's great that you can understand, but everyone is not perfect, whether it's them or us."

"Then Professor Dumbledore, do you have anything to say to me?"

Although Ron's face was calm, his mind was tense at this moment. Occlumency had sealed the memory of his previous life firmly, and what was exposed was the memory belonging to Ron. Although he was not sure, he did not notice it. Feeling the slightest snooping, but Ron had to guard against it.

The secret of being a time traveler is something he absolutely does not want people to know, and there are too many entanglements in it. He can't depend on the conscience and kindness of others for his own life. irresponsible.

"I'm just curious." The eyes behind the half-moon glasses were bright and clear, and it was impossible to tell that they were the eyes of a 100-year-old man.

"Amazing magic power, huge, and stable. At first I thought it was because someone was too nervous and entered into a magic riot. Although such accidents rarely happen to wizards after the age of 11, it is not without exception. "

"But now it seems that I am worrying too much."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Ron's wand with curiosity.

"Mind if I take a look?" Dumbledore asked softly, pointing to Ron's wand.

"of course not."

Ron handed over the wand, and Dumbledore stretched out his right hand to hold one end of the wand. There was no spell, and a ball of pure white light appeared from the tip of the wand. Under the infusion of vast magic power, this ball of light continued to flicker. It swelled, and in an instant it expanded to the same level as the Light Curse that Ron had just used.

"Looks like this wand is just for you, Ron."

Although Dumbledore can also achieve the same level as Ron, it is obvious that this is based on his own strong strength and extreme control over magic power.

"But be cautious. I have to say that your magic may put a lot of pressure on your classmates. I hope you can strengthen your control over your own magic."

"Professor Flitwick has a very in-depth research on magic spells. I hope you can study hard and ask him for advice in his class. This will be of great help to you. Too strong magic output is not a good thing at all. Just like when we wake up at night, a little fluorescence is enough."

"Like this?"

Ron stretched out his empty right hand: "Flashing fluorescent lights."

A ball of white light was lit in the palm of his hand, the light was soft and not dazzling at all.

"An unexpected surprise." The gaze behind the half-moon lens became softer, and Dumbledore said with appreciation: "If you don't mind, can you spare a little time every Saturday afternoon to listen to my The old man's rambling?"

"It's a great honor, this is a great professor! I would love to be taught by you."

No fake joy appeared on Ron's face. Although he was afraid that Dumbledore might spy on the fact that he was a traverser, it was obvious that the Occlumency technique given by the uncle was absolutely guaranteed in quality. En readily agreed.

"Very good." Dumbledore got up, then pulled Ron up, and returned the wand to him.

"Then now, you can't miss the sorting ceremony that everyone has only once."

"Go, boy, Professor McGonagall is about to begin."

Dumbledore walked towards another exit, which led directly to the side of the teacher's bench.

Just after Dumbledore left the room, the uncle's kind voice sounded.

"Little fellow, do you know the virtues of chivalry?"

[Your uncle is a little disappointed in you, your uncle's favorability for you -1]

【You got kicked by your uncle, this is your uncle's spur to you】

"Sigh~"

Ron, who covered his buttocks and jumped more than a meter, stared round his eyes. An invisible big foot was caught in the middle of his buttocks, and there was an indescribable touch from the buttocks that almost turned into four petals.

You can say that it hurts, but it’s not all pain, it feels a little numb, it’s like being electrified, there’s a strange subtle feeling.

Tell him it doesn't hurt, right? Ron held his butt for fear of leaking shit. This big kick was definitely strong enough to kick him up one meter high.

"Oh hiss~ oh hiss~ oh hiss hiss~~~"

With a strange sound in his mouth, Ron clutched his ass and turned around in circles. At this moment, his head was spinning rapidly. He was thinking about the question asked by the uncle just now. go?

"Humility, honesty, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul?"

Ron, whose brain is surprisingly easy to use at this moment, remembered what he read in his previous life when he read the novels of Western Fantasy knights. These seem to be the eight virtues of knights.

"wrong."

The uncle was a little disappointed and denied Ron's answer.

"The virtue of chivalry is not something like this imaginary thing, which is rigid, dull, and divorced from reality. It is just a self-comforting decoration to put gold on the face."

"The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, and I just feel that if you are decisive, you will win first."

"You are my host, there are only 20 little B bastards who are four, five or six years older than you, and you are still being beaten. Where are you going to put my face?"

"Take out the stick and do it! The thing I gave you is for you to display? If someone is empty-handed, you should be empty-handed. When you run naked against the fire dragon, the dragon will break off its claws and skin you. Wrestling?"

"The virtue of a knight is that when someone else wants to fuck you, you take out your stuff and kill the idiot first. The winner takes all. Why don't you understand this truth?"

"I think back then, your uncle and I walked through this bloody storm. Otherwise, your uncle and I would not be able to enjoy the leisurely retirement life like now."

"Okay, fuck off."

【Your uncle decided to confiscate the gift bag for your admission】

【Your uncle decided to confiscate your pocket money for this month】

"I see, sir, I'll change it, there will be no next time." Ron nodded vigorously, reflecting on his own fault very sincerely.

[Your uncle thinks you can still be saved, your uncle's favorability for you +1]

(End of this chapter)