Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 302 The Assembled Knights of the Round Table

Fudge was frightened, this time for real.

He always thought that the Wizengamot was a court, and the people behind the formation of the Wizengamot, the "Sir Melly Group", were just like the elders behind the justice. He hadn't expected that these old guys would hold such a card that made him foolish on the spot.

But it's not the fault of Fudge, other people would also feel numb when they encounter this situation.

The influence of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain established by King Arthur was not limited to the current British Isles. Lancelot, the most famous knight of the round table, was a great nobleman of France.

People who came to follow King Arthur because of admiration and admiration were all over Europe, and there were not many nobles who thought that King Arthur could build a great career and chose to invest.

However, it was also because of the confusion of people behind him that after the sudden death of King Arthur, the kingdom he established would collapse in an instant. The nobles are hooked up. Did the nobles calculate the dark and dirty things for a second?
If King Arthur was given more time to sort out the kingdom, then perhaps Britain could really last for a while, but he left too hastily, and the kingdom that was forcibly bonded by his personal might and charisma could not be maintained after he was gone. .

As King Arthur's teacher, friend, brother, and external brain, Merlin has fully seen all of this. He is capable of sorting out the kingdom and keeping the crumbling Britain alive, but it is unnecessary.

Merlin gathered the Knights of the Round Table and gave up most of the kingdom left by Arthur. He only kept this group of loyal knights who chose to follow him and stand with him out of pure admiration, admiration, and respect.

Merlin wants to avenge the devil. He doesn't have much time and energy to maintain a kingdom that has lost its backbone. He can only keep the most essential part left by Arthur, which is the knights of the round table who are absolutely loyal to him.

The sons of nobles from all over Europe were connected by him to form a huge network. The emergence and establishment of the Wizengamot reorganized the order of the entire European magic world. The jazz group has become a black cloth covering the tiger's skin. (The Knights of Merlin are also called the Knights of Merlin. They are both titles. Knights have titles and are nobles.)
The knights of the round table are the last traces of his friend Arthur in the world. It is lonely to write his name in the legend alone. Someone needs to know the truth and know that the legend is not a fiction, but a reality that once happened.

King Arthur, who was only a flash in the pan in a long time span, has a wonderful enough story, but it does not leave a long aftertaste.

And now, it is time for the legend to be confirmed as history, and the time to change the cover of the storybook into a history book.

"All members of the Knights of the Round Table are assembled, and none of the 130 knights on the list is absent!"

The connected silver armor was as bright as new, and the sunlight refracted by the armor fell on the old or young faces, reflecting the excitement and excitement hidden in their eyes.

Perhaps Britain is small, but Europe is huge. The seeds buried in the ground and growing silently have germinated. Although many of them have been buried by time for thousands of years and can no longer find traces, the buds and flowers that bloomed from the seeds are amazing. Still spreading hope.

The Knights of the Round Table are no longer the same group as before, but as King Arthur's comrades-in-arms, secret party, and followers, they still have not forgotten the past. The armor left by their parents conveys loyalty and the unshakable faith of the knights.

O king who spreads the virtues of chivalry everywhere!
I wonder if you will be proud of us when you see the scene at this moment?
However, in just 5 minutes, the assembled Knights of the Round Table caused the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to lower their heads coyly. The never-ending admonition and never-ending training made them even gather together for the first time. Excellent 'literacy'.

Just like the regular army and the militia, looking at the majestic knights in front of them, looking at the loose posture of the Aurors, the word shame can no longer fully express the current emotion.

As the head of the Auror Command, Scrimgeour's face was not an inch white after the Knights of the Round Table appeared, and he had to hide his red cheeks with a black expression like the bottom of a pot.

"Just like a bandit." Scrimgeour cursed secretly in his heart, "It's not as good as a bandit, just a gangster on the street."

"Idlers exit."

Bell Ryder, who had finished counting the personnel, stood in front of the Ministry of Magic members and unceremoniously announced the expulsion order. This group of people standing in the way who didn't stand in the way would only affect their solemnity in welcoming the return of the King City and the return of our king.

Like a fly on white paper, conspicuous and annoying.

"This is England!"

Although Scrimgeour, who is already a bad tempered man, knows that the Auror behind him is not that good, but it's my turn for you, an old fellow, to point fingers?The Ministry of Magic is the regular army!You're the ones out there!
"Now there is a first-level high-risk incident here! This is likely to have a critical and uncertain impact on the whole of England"

"roll."

The old knight's cold opening interrupted Scrimgeour's blushing and thick-necked protest, and Belred was a little upset now.

These unceremonious words almost provoked Scrimgeour to knock down the old guy in front of him with a wave of his wand, but he was not so forgetful that he forgot that three years ago, a group of Aurors he led were attacked by the old knight one by one with one sword and one strike. The humiliation of cutting off the wand, the old thing in front is not a serious wizard, and there is really no chance of winning in close combat.

Now that the distance between the two was less than ten meters, Scrimgeour forcibly resisted the urge to make a move. If he moved, he would be beaten. He knew the reality clearly.

But the momentum cannot be lost, once he is scolded with one word like this, the prestige he has built up with great difficulty will collapse in an instant.

You have to resist a bit, find a step or something.

So he stuck his neck still, trying to hold back a fart.

"The English Ministry of Magic has a fart."

The old knight sneered and said, although he was still cursing, his tone of voice was a little looser. After all, the Ministry of Magic is now the governing body in England. The signboard of 'court, adjudication tribunal', this kind of private right is a stain if used once, and the reputation and credibility they have accumulated for thousands of years will be gone if they are used too much.

Of course, Bear Ryder would not talk about the signs of the Wizengamot and Sir Mellie in this situation. He has simpler, more effective and direct methods.

It is said that the French like to increase their height with their hands, but the knees of England are not so hard.

He held Wuhui's lake light, and swung a sword that was as clear as water but made a chilling slash.

He chopped off half of the hilltop in the distance, killing the anger and guts of the group of Aurors he had just inspired.

"Stay over there."

He gave the order unceremoniously, then turned around with his sword neatly, returned to the neat queue, suppressed the eager excitement in his heart and waited quietly.

Wang Cheng slowly landed from the void, and the Aurors also walked away silently, not daring to have the slightest complaint.

(End of this chapter)