Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 331 Fudge's Smile

What I saw when I opened my eyes was the familiar red curtain curtain, which was supported by mahogany pillars, and it dyed the sunlight leaking from the curtain into a warm color.

The four-poster bed in the Hogwarts dormitory is always so lingering and reluctant to leave, because it is warm, soft and comfortable.

Ron turned over lazily, and Dumbledore really took him back to Hogwarts directly. Doesn't the old man know that the child who hasn't seen his parents for a long time should sleep in his house more clearly? Kind bed?
Ron always felt that Dumbledore did it on purpose. He could guess how busy Hogwarts would be without thinking about it, and the old man must just want to have another tool man to help deal with these things. He wished.

Thinking of this, Ron immediately stopped thinking about staying in bed. Anyway, he didn't need to prepare lessons, and he was already familiar with the abyssal demonology he wanted to teach, so these troublesome things had nothing to do with him.

But just as he propped up the bed and got up, he caught a glimpse of a letter on the bedside table. The striking emblem on it made Ron feel a little familiar.

It was a coat of arms with a blue background. The shield was painted with a crown symbolizing royal power and a dragon head showing strength. The golden red was so eye-catching.

He had seen it before, it was the image he saw on the broken flags in the lost royal city, it was the emblem of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain, but why was it here?
"Don't really make a restoration plot of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain."

Ron grinned from a headache, frowned and opened the red wax seal of the letter, a wave of magic rippled out. This familiar magic made Ron's dragon blood fluctuate slightly. This is the blood key, similar to an iris A little magic trick like fingerprint authentication.

There is a beautiful cursive on the letter paper, and there is not much recorded in the exquisite envelope, but Ron can't help but sweat slightly when he looks at it. This is not a letter written by King Arthur. There was not much time when he left, and the short but pleasant last time made him have no regrets when he went to the great journey named death.

As a person who lived thousands of years ago, there is no better gift than being able to see the future through the millennium. King Arthur walked very easily, even if the world is not as good as he thought, but this is all It belongs to posterity, he is just a tourist from the past.

But the Knights of the Round Table, who are his loyal supporters, didn't think so. When Merlin handed over power and obligations to them, this group of people also paid a price for accepting this gift.

The essence of alchemy is exchange of equal value. They gain power, power, and money, but they also pay absolute loyalty, which is a loyalty that flows in the blood and has not changed for thousands of years.

Even though it has been so long, they are still the most loyal subjects of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain, or it is not an exaggeration to say that they are 'fanatics'.

Before Ron established his 'identity', they actually had a good impression and closeness to Ron, but since he and King Arthur walked out of that castle, everything changed.

"I will be crowned king???"

Ron, who had already started to have a headache, regretted opening the letter to be honest.

Although the letter didn't say anything about the restoration of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain, it only said that King Arthur's golden sword needs to be inherited by him, but isn't that what the words are talking about?
It was a golden sword that symbolized royal power, and the letter also said that it was what King Arthur asked them to give to Ron when he left with a smile.

"What age is this? Why can't these old guys keep up with the times?"

I wanted to light a fire to burn this letter to ashes, but Ron, who didn't see it, suddenly got a little crazy, co-authoring the whole world is planning to open the door to a new world, are you here to restore the kingship?

Although the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility is just a piece of nonsense of the Holy Mother, but the greater the power, the greater the responsibility is a real fact.

No matter how you are, as long as you sit in that position, you need to bear the responsibility of sitting in that position, unless you plan to be an irresponsible and stupid person in power, such as a tyrant who does nothing at all, but the problem Yes, Ron is not that kind of person, he can't even pass this level, and if he really does that, he will gain much more than he will lose.

This is conscience calling the police, and the bottom line of human beings calling the police.

He leaned on his chin and thought about it for a long time. Although he was extremely resistant in his heart, if he just left this matter alone and didn't face it, the madness of the Knights of the Round Table would be revealed. Ron couldn't imagine that these old people were putting themselves What terrible things will happen when you go crazy.

For example, they first waved their swords to unify the weak European magic world, and then put their arms on the throne
This is not something that can't be done, what's more, Bear Ryder is holding the indestructible lake light in his hand. This is a dragon-slaying sword that is special to dragons, and it is as powerful as the sword of vowed victory. strength.

If Belle Ride is determined to catch Ron and sit on the throne they have set up. Not to mention the success rate of 100%, 5.00% or [-]%.

Unless Ron kept running around the world, sooner or later he would have to push the duck to the shelf and move his ass to the throne.

Just thinking about this fucking future gives me a headache. How nice it is to be a happy person. Take risks if you want to take risks, go home when you are tired, and invite some friends to have a drink when you are free. Ron likes it It's the fist of the fist, not the power of power. On this point, Ron and Nicole May's choices are exactly the same.

I didn't see Nicolas May go, but the president of the Rausch Association, at most, has an honorary title of the Alchemy Association. Although he has no power in his hands, how many people in the world dare to stab him?
Holding the world's largest alchemy legion, his personal force can be regarded as top-notch. His fists are so big that they can make people bow their heads without the added value of power.

Compared with those in power, he is free and has everything he should have. The biggest difference between the magic world and the world of ordinary people is that personal force can override collective power to some extent.

But there are too few people who can do this. Even if the magic world is an out-and-out elite-oriented social structure, such people are still rare.

But there will always be, even if it takes hundreds of years to produce one, there will definitely be, and it will definitely appear.

Ron put away the letter paper with full of thoughts. The plans of those crazy old men with supremacy of kingship must not be implemented, otherwise his free and happy days will probably be messed up by them.

"Toby."

Ron yelled, and within a few seconds, a pair of big watery eyes appeared in his vision, and Toby, the butler of the Hogwarts kitchen, appeared in front of him as before.

"Good to see you again sir, welcome home."

The elf Toby bowed and saluted Ron, the excitement on his face couldn't be concealed.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Ron nodded and smiled, "Can you help me prepare something to eat? I need to eat something before I can go out."

"By the way, what date is it today, what time is it?"

"No problem. The kitchen will be ready in no time. It's August 28, sir. It's already eleven o'clock at noon."

"However." The elf paused, "Professor Dumbledore said, if you wake up, go find him in the principal's office."

"I see." Ron nodded again, and said with a serious face, "But I'm sorry, I haven't woken up yet, this is sleepwalking with my eyes open, haven't you seen it?"

Ron stretched his waist and got up to get dressed. He didn't go to the principal's office to work for Dumbledore for free. These old guys are better at squeezing people than one another. Is it true that 996 and 007 are blessings?You can't believe a single letter of what the old capitalists say.

Now Ron just wants to quickly cut off the signs of the Knights of the Round Table. The king has been found for you, but don't miss him.

He was taken away from the dormitory by Toby with apparation, and the aroma of food immediately entered his nose. Although he still likes Huaxia's "hometown food", pan-fried steak, tender roasted deer ribs and refreshing iced lemon juice It is also a delicacy that makes the index finger open. As long as it is not a dead salted fish pancake like looking up at the starry sky, the food knows no borders.

Ron, rubbing his stomach with a contented face, walked out of the gate of the school. The empty castle remained silent for a few days, and the only noise was probably the little dragons playing in the distance by the black lake. sound.

Just when Ron was getting farther and farther away from the castle, Dumbledore, who was overwhelmed by various reports and audit reports, rubbed his forehead and glanced out of the window helplessly. Turquoise can barely give tired eyes a rest.

"Children nowadays are not easy to cheat."

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, but when he looked back at the seemingly endless documents, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently.

When the old man sighed, Ron had left the magical barrier of Hogwarts and stepped on the country road to Hogsmeade village.

"Crack~"

With the sound of a slight explosion, he searched for the magic coordinates left on the letter paper and crossed hundreds of miles in an instant, and after landing, his destination was a brilliant golden color.

There used to be people coming and going here, and the flow of people was chaotic and disorderly, but at this moment, this golden square is occupied by a group of people in bright armor. Suppressed by solemnity.

"What are these old lunatics trying to do! What are they doing!"

A mahogany table was slapped with a 'bang bang' sound, every minute and every second was suffering at this time, and Fudge, who started an impotent rage in the office, almost pulled his hair out, but this It's useless.

He was emptied.

Most of the key functional departments of the Ministry of Magic have been cleaned and replaced in an orderly manner in the past three months, and as the Minister of Magic, he can only helplessly watch all this happen in his office.

The Wizengamot has been conducting trials and rulings almost every day for these three months. Which of the asses of those scumbags who used to set off his 'greatness' when Fujila came to power before has no shit?

Fat-brained idiots like Ludo Bagman are not an exception, but were once the mainstream of the Ministry of Magic, but now
Except for some insignificant small departments that still left traces of Fudge's "confidants", everything was cleaned up.

There is no pressure at all to do these things with the power of the old men who stand behind the shadows of Europe and have been entrenched for thousands of years. It is not even limited to England. One-third of the European Ministry of Magic has been similarly purged. But the action was much slower, and even the relatively slow ministers of the Ministry of Magic couldn't notice that something was wrong.

England was one of the core areas of the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain at the time. Naturally, the cleaning here should be faster and more ruthless, and leaving three or two big cats and kittens for Fudge is more of a consoling guarantee. They think that the blood exchange can be completely completed the next day, and even the position of minister is difficult to keep. Maybe it should be deleted or even?

Anxious and helpless, Fudge didn't even have the chance to attend the public meeting of the United World Association of Spellcasters during this period of time. He was afraid that as soon as he left the Ministry of Magic, when he came back, a newcomer would sit on it and point at him. My nose said: "Hello, former Minister Cornelius Fudge."

He was about to be tortured madly, both mentally and physically, and not wanting to let go had become a nightmare obsession in his heart.

Because once he steps down, what awaits him is not only ruin, but also ruthless cleaning. Although the Fudge family is one of the 28 pure-blood families, it is useless.

"Minister! Minister Fudge!"

A shrill, little girl's scream pierced the door of the minister's office, as if a little girl was being chased by some monster outside, and there was a sense of panic in the voice.

But as they were pushed away with a bang, what appeared in front of Fudge was not a panicked little girl, but a pink humanoid toad that kept shaking its loose skin and spouting and screaming.

"What's the matter, Dolores?"

The frightened Fudge suddenly jumped up from the chair, it was not frightened by the toad man, but stimulated by the terrified words of the toad man.

"What the hell are those old lunatics doing!"

Fudge quickly glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "They've been there for more than an hour, what's going on?"

As he spoke, Fudge's body softened. It seemed that he was a little out of strength and couldn't support his body weighing more than [-] kilograms, but that unwilling thought kept him from falling, and he stared hard at the front toad man.

It seemed that Fudge's eyes brought strength to Dolores Umbridge, and the pink toad managed to calm down after taking a few deep breaths.

The door that was roughly pushed open by her closed with a 'click', breaking the silence in the room.

"He's here." Dolores Umbridge said in a shy voice, "Just as we thought, the little bastard is here! Everything those old lunatics did was for him!"

"And now he's here!"

The somewhat hysterical scream made Fudge's body tremble, as if a faint wetness was about to burst out of his body.

"I don't want to go to Azkaban Connelly, I definitely don't want to go!"

"But I've seen a lot of people. A lot of people. The next one is probably me! It's us!"

"It's impossible to hide those things. These old lunatics have stuffed 46 people into Azkaban in three months! 46!"

"You have to think of a way!"

The screaming was so loud that Fudge wanted to cover his ears, but he couldn't, he couldn't do it now, holding the tabletop to keep himself from sliding out of the chair had drained him of all his strength.

"They've made me empty! I'm nothing now!"

Different from the timidity and trembling of the body, the roar from Fudge's mouth was not small at all.

"The Auror Command is no longer mine, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is gone, and even the Department of Emergency Disasters is not in my hands, and they don't listen to me!"

"Then you tell me now that I have lost all Aurors, lost all law enforcement powers, and I can't even interfere with the approval of funds, and I don't even need to pass my signature. What else can I do now?"

"Tell me, Dolores!"

After roaring, Fudge leaned back, leaning on the soft back of the chair, he felt a chill on his back, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Maybe Azkaban has already cleaned up two rooms, just waiting for us to go in."

There was despair in Fudge's eyes, he looked at the ceiling blankly, staring blankly like a lost soul, maybe raised his eyes so as not to look at the pink toad man who was already sitting on the ground, it was him at this time The only pleasure that can be done.

After a long time, Fudge's lips trembled, and he squeezed out a sentence with a dry voice.

"Let's go and have a look."

He forced himself to smile, a harmless and submissive smile.

But this is difficult, maybe it was easy before, but now it is really difficult, Fudge smiled abstractly, so he turned his head and looked at a small mirror, slowly and constantly correcting his smile until he was satisfied until.

"I don't want to go to Azkaban either, Dolores."

"I am the Minister of Magic, but as long as I stay in this position for one day, the Wizengamot cannot judge me. The Minister has immunity! I can issue an amnesty to myself!"

"The Wizengamot is just a court! And I'm the Minister for Magic!"

"so"

Fudge looked down at Umbridge with a smile.

"Smile like me, be gentle, we need a little time, a little buffer time."

"We still have friends. As long as we get through this period, my friends will stand behind us."

"This is England. We have many friends."

Fudge's eyes sank, and when he was pushed to the extreme, his confused mind finally became a little clearer.

"This group of old lunatics has moved too many people's cakes. The Ministry of Magic is not mine alone, and of course it is not the group of old lunatics. The Ministry of Magic is."

"All of us."

He pointed to the wall on the right, which was full of portraits, portraits of ministers from generation to generation.

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Something happened at home the day before yesterday, and I stayed in the hospital for two days. I couldn't ask for leave when the incident happened. Please forgive me.

The normal update is now resumed, and the wallet has been drained, so there is no need to rush, and I will not slack off in future updates.

The 30th is limited free, if possible, can friends who watch outside the site come to the starting point to order a collection?It is also great to have two recommended tickets, thank you everyone.

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