Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 304 The 180 Days That Slipped Away Quietly
"Rebuild the kingdom?"

King Arthur's eyes swept over the faces of the knights, all of which were young or old, full of seriousness.

They're not kidding.

Going all out is an irresistible temptation for anyone. They are knights of the Knights of the Round Table, and of course they are real people.

However, compared to others, this group of knights does not have such a strong desire for full strength, and they value glory more.

Now that the king has returned, their ancestors wrote legends with King Arthur thousands of years ago, and with courage, perseverance, wisdom, and loyalty, they established a great kingdom whose name has never been forgotten after thousands of years. I don't want to do the same thing as my predecessors.

Power is not their ultimate quest, or even an important one.

The Knights of Merlin are their clothes, but it is undeniable that wearing this clothes, they have held the most important hidden power in the European magic circle in the dark for thousands of years.

They have never been extravagant or ostentatious. They have kept Merlin's entrustment and the chivalry taught by the king and stood silently behind the scenes that few people know about.

They have tasted the taste of power a long time ago, and even feel that it is boring and boring. Only glory is the only object they want to pursue now.

Only the noble and unchanging spirit can make the descendants of this group of knights uphold their best side from the beginning to the end, and pass it down from generation to generation, never withering.

Merlin did something wrong, this is an inevitable thing, otherwise, the thousand years of time will make people forget a lot, just like the past is by no means despicable, and it is by no means the same as the dirty 'pure blood family' of today.

Today's "pure-blood families" have forgotten the reprimands left by their ancestors, their past obligations and brilliance, and trampled the glory of pure-blood under their feet to join the mud.

And now, now is the highlight moment for the Knights of the Round Table!

All the conditions have been met, and their sharp swords can cut off any obstacles in front of them for the king's needs at any time!

The silver armor and the knight's sword have not been stained with dust for thousands of years, and the cold light that has been honed carefully can now be invincible, pushing across the entire Europe.

As long as their king wants it, as long as their king wants it.

Every family can embroider the king's flag day and night, and sweep across the whole of Europe starting from England.

"I'm already dead."

King Arthur withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly, "How can the thoughts of a dead man influence the present world?"

"I am touched by your loyalty."

He raised his hand to let the knights rise.

"As a traveler who lives in the present from the past, I just look at the scenery."

"This is your era, and I have no right to interfere."

"Take me to see it."

King Arthur smiled dumbly, "I don't have much time left in this world, so before I invite you to my funeral, please show me what England is like today."

It only took a moment for the eyes of the knights to turn from doubt to astonishment. They never thought that King Arthur would say such a thing, but no matter what!
The Knights of the Round Table took a look, without the slightest hesitation, and completed the parade route planning in just a moment.

A group of people left in a hurry and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

And Fudge, who fell into a state of despair at the side, just happened to walk out of the desperate dream he imagined.

"Am I dreaming?" Fudge rubbed his eyes and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I must be dreaming!"

Fudge jumped up happily looking at the empty venue and shouted excitedly. He must have been dreaming just now. He dreamed about the return of King Arthur, dreamed about the shitty Knights of the Round Table who wanted King Arthur to rebuild the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain.

Looking at Fudge who was so excited that he was speechless, Kingsley wisely didn't say a word. He didn't like Fudge in the first place, and there was nothing wrong with even saying that he hated him.

"Block here! Block here!"

Fudge, who suddenly hopped and shouted, pointed at the Wangcheng in front of him and said in a shrill voice: "This must be a dangerous relic that contains black magic!"

"Let Scrimgeour come here! Let the Aurors block this place!"

"The first-level high-risk event alert is really scary. Horrible."

Fudge spoke to himself, and he seemed to have successfully convinced himself that everything he saw and encountered just now was an illusion brought about by some kind of black magic.

Kingsley squinted at Fudge. This elite Auror, whose facial expression management skills were not inferior to Snape's at all, was almost teased by Fudge's words.

He could only grunt vaguely, and then apparated away in an instant.

There were only two people left on the field, one was the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge who had just experienced the 'nightmare', and the other was Ron who was holding the coordinate token given by Tianshu in a daze.

"Jianguo, these old men really know how to play."

Just when Ron was thinking about the outrageous but not so outrageous speech of the Knights of the Round Table before, Fudge suddenly noticed the second person on the field.

"Why are you here?"

Fudge belatedly called out,

"Roro, roro, roro, what?"

"I'm Ron, Minister Fudge."

Ron sighed helplessly, he suspected that Fudge had just used a forgetfulness on himself, and completely lost his memory of what just happened.

"Yes! Ron!"

"By the way, kid, why are you here?"

"Aren't you going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Ah, here." Ron is now sure that Fudge must have used all his forgetfulness on himself. It is impossible for a [-]-year-old old man to be as forgetful as Fudge, right?

"I'm just passing by on business." Ron said haha ​​perfunctorily, he didn't want to talk to this idiot.

"Just passing by!" Fudge slapped his hands happily and said, "That's right!"

"Ahem~"

It seemed that he only now realized that there was something wrong with his previous performance. Fudge coughed and cleared up his expression. The Aurors would come over later, so he had to assume the posture of a minister.

"Since you're going to participate in the Trifinals, kid, then you need to compete seriously, to win honor for Hogwarts and England!"

"Of course, I know that this kind of big game will definitely make people nervous, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Fudge said inexplicable words that Ron couldn't understand, and was about to reach out to pat him on the shoulder. Hearing this tone, he seemed to be planning to say something instructive, which made Ron confused.

'I've only been away for a few days? Ron thought about it silently in his heart, he would not leave for more than 20 days if he tried his best, what kind of nonsense is this talking about?

But considering Fudge's previous state, Ron thought he was out of his mind.

He moved half a step to the side to get away from Fudge's claws, the ghost knows if the brain damage will be contagious, the muscles and the brain can't be polluted by him to have no IQ, and a single tendon can be very smart.

The concern of patting the shoulder was passed by Ron, and Fudge's face could not help showing a trace of embarrassment. The apparition sound appeared behind him, and the Auror had arrived.

Just as he was about to retract the trace of anger on his face and show a look of 'your minister is very reliable' to the Aurors, a thin crack appeared in front of him.

"Where did you go, you brat!"

A special-shaped wrench stained with an unknown black liquid swirled out of the crack. Ron wanted to dodge, but he couldn't help but froze after hearing the furious voice.

Nicole May, wearing a set of dirty shielding suit, crashed out of the half-meter-wide crack just opened, and the maintenance man's mechanical arm used to move super-heavy metal parts screamed at him with fists and palms!

But the expected slam didn't happen.

"Merlin's beard will be scorched by your anger!"

"Could you make me feel a little better, you brat?"

Smelly stains similar to motor oil covered Ron's face, and he was held in a bear hug by Nicolas May.

"It's better not to die!"

A big hand ruffled Ron's red hair.

"Where have you been for the past six months?"

"what???"

"Half a year???"

Ron, who broke free from the bear's embrace, stared at his teacher whom he hadn't seen in half a month.

"These days when I'm not here, what's going on with Hermione and the others?"

Ron said worriedly, if he really disappeared for half a year, it wouldn't be a big deal.

"I almost couldn't hide it, you brat."

Ron, who had received a solid slap on the head, smirked and heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that Nicolas May really wanted to give him another slap.

"Then let's go back and talk about it?"

Ron glanced at Fudge and the Aurors, and pointed to the space door.

Anyway, King Arthur was served by the Knights of the Round Table, and Ron and Nicolas, who didn't want to delay any longer, walked into the space door one after another.

"Teacher, how did you fool around during this time?"

"It's a fool to fool you, and you are ashamed to mention it."

"Crack~"

There was another crisp sound of brain slapping, and the space door slowly closed, leaving behind a group of people who didn't know why.

(End of this chapter)