Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 332 The Golden Sword Symbolizing Royal Power
"Your Highness, you are here."

The crowd parted ways, and when Ron stepped into the golden hall, the group of knights in bright armor gave way to both sides.

The leader was Bell Ryder and an old man whom Ron had only met once, and this old man personally handed over his Order of Merlin First Class Medal to him.

He is the current leader of the Merlin Knights, but the Merlin Knights have been disbanded. When King Arthur returns, there is no Merlin Knights in the world anymore, only the Knights of the Round Table remain.

"I'm not some prince."

Ron waved his hands at the two old men and sighed helplessly.

"Hey Mr. Bear Ryder, why did you get involved?"

Ron helped him by the shoulders and made him straighten his back, "I'm really tired of this, you old man, don't come in and come up with ideas, isn't this putting me on the fire?"

"But flames can't hurt the red dragon. You have the ability to accept everything that should belong to you."

"belong to me?"

Ron stared at the old knight whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and the surprise in his eyes could be clearly seen by anyone.

"Yes, all this is yours if you wish."

Another old man said, "Your Highness, I am Wengardel Orkney, the current second knight of the Knights of the Round Table, and the Grand Knights of Belred have always been stationed in the old castle. I know more about the outside world than he does." Be clearer."

"I'm not a prince, let alone Your Highness."

Ron stared into his eyes, then nodded emphatically.

"Just call me Ron."

Wen Jiadel just paused for a moment, then nodded obediently in response.

"So Ron, some things are not what you see, or what other people see."

"These are indeed the assets of the great magical kingdom of Great Britain. After the king left, the sage Merlin led our ancestors to hide behind the magic world, watching here silently."

"At the beginning, Europe was a barbaric land of chaos without rules and laws. Countless small city-states and small countries fought endlessly. After losing the kingdom established by the king, this land also lost its final order."

"The sage Merlin once told our ancestors that glory will eventually return, and the road to becoming a king needs to be paved by us for that noble Highness."

"The sage Merlin established the Wizengamot before leading the ancestors to hide behind the world. The ancient order was established since then. In the days that followed, the Muggle kingdom gradually emerged from the endless wars, and we, We will follow the thread left by the sage Merlin to sort out the European magic world."

"First came the Wizengamot, and then came the Ministry of Magic of various countries. Based on England, we used our power to spread order to this once barbaric land."

"These are the territories we have opened up for His Royal Highness who will inherit everything in the future. With England as the center, one-third of Europe is the vast territory we have prepared for our future king!"

"As long as you are willing to accept, a new magical kingdom will stand on this land from now on!"

"Why is the Ministry of Magic just called the Ministry of Magic instead of the Magic Kingdom?"

There was a trace of fanaticism on Wen Jiadel's face.

"Because they can't cross the chasm between king and subject, this is the gift we have prepared for thousands of years for you, who will inherit the power of king in the future, the boundless territory of your kingdom."

Wengardel flicked his fingers, and the magic thread was woven into a map, with England as the center, Ireland in the west, Austria in the east, and Spain in the south.

That flame-like red color smudges one-third of the entire European land, which is the territory opened up for their king by this group of loyal knights hidden behind the world during these thousand years.

"The Ministry of Magic of England has completed the main transfer of power. In the next three months, the country covered by this scarlet flame will have only one voice. We hope that this voice is you."

Interested?
All it takes is a nod, and one-third of the land in Europa will be owned by itself. Although it is no longer the era of feudal monarchs, let one voice carry through all the Ministry of Magic and all power departments in these countries, then in fact It's no different from a kingdom.

After a long enough period of unification, it is not unacceptable to completely merge into an established kingdom.

Ordinary wizards are the same as ordinary people. They don't care who is the Minister of Magic. It is actually not unacceptable to change to a larger upper-level organization that spans several countries, and people will even be happier.

After all, the larger a governing body is, the more positions it needs, and more resources are developed in a centralized and coordinated manner. The wizards who are structured as a floating population by today's society can easily find a place to settle down.

How can a small city-state live a richer life than a centralized empire?

Looking at Huaxia, it is a clear example. The power that the unified country can exert, and the resources it can bring to people will be several times that of multiple small city-states with the same land area.

With the growth of the world's population and the growth of the wizard population, such a small city-state model will eventually be eliminated, and the increasing number of mobile wizards will bring about turmoil in various countries. Sooner or later, such conflicts will erupt, and the Ministry of Magic cannot tolerate it. More and more wizards cannot provide so many jobs, but a unified Magic Kingdom can.

And now, this opportunity is in front of us.

"I like power, but I hate power, I am a selfish person, maybe in your opinion, I would add a short-sighted sentence, you can call this aspirations, but I don't like the word "small rich and easy". "

Ron looked away from the map that was burning like fire.

"I am not King Arthur. It is not my wish to establish a country. The future I look forward to is different from his."

"It's also different from you."

"I should have told him that I have no interest in rebuilding the Magic Kingdom of Great Britain. I just want to do what I like and live the life I like. I believe King Arthur has also told you."

"What the world has become has nothing to do with me. I am only willing to pursue strength so that I can protect my loved ones and the people I value in this new era that is about to open."

"Knights of the Round Table."

Ron raised his head and looked around, those bright armors were a bit dazzling, and each of them had a sincere and loyal look on their faces.

"Your allegiance is to the great King Arthur, Arthur Pendragon, not to me, I am Ron, Ronald Billys Weasley, I have the same dragon blood as King Arthur , I have inherited his great strength, but it doesn't mean that I am him."

"A king who lives in the legend, let him continue to live in the legend."

"Bringing King Arthur back to the present world, I just want him to see the world today, not just asking him for something in return."

"The same goes for your rewards."

"The golden sword that symbolizes royal power, the sword in the stone, right?"

Ron took two steps forward, then grabbed the hilt of the sword, and easily pulled out the restored golden sword.

"Such an old knight story is no longer suitable for this era."

He raised his head and looked at the sculpture in front of him. The Magic Brothers Fountain was originally placed here, but it has been replaced by a new sculpture now. Only the monument of 'Magic is Power' remains, but looking at it now
It's kind of ironic.

Especially in Fudge's eyes, it was especially ironic.

The power of magic has stripped him of everything. He is only the Minister of Magic, and only the Minister of Magic.

But he froze in place at the moment, he saw, he saw the boy, or man, whom he could not forget, drawing the golden sword.

It is impossible for him not to know the legend of King Arthur. The golden light reflected on the blade illuminates the line of words around the side of the sword.

'Whoever draws this sword from the stone pedestal, and is born in England, is king of all England. '

Equally striking is the inscription on the sword - Caliburnus.

The friendly and harmless smirk on Fudge's face froze completely. He didn't know why he still had the strength to stand, and he didn't even know why he still had the strength to turn around and walk towards the way he came.

The stiff smirk on his face also completely disappeared, replaced by an indescribable distortion.

It seemed that he was still smiling, but the smile was no longer visible to humans.

"So be it."

Ron reached out and patted the calf of the golden statue in front of him. This is not the gold-plated stone statue of the Magic Brothers Fountain, but a majestic six-meter-high statue made of pure gold. It is the only one in Britain guarded by twelve silver knights. The king, he stands here, overlooking the territory of his kingdom after a thousand years.

"I accepted the Sword in the Stone, and it is a gift from him. It is right if there is reciprocity. I showed him the future world. This gift is just right."

"Even if England doesn't have me, it can still make do with it. Don't believe this kind of inscription. Nothing is predestined by God. We are determined to conquer the sky."

"But we still look forward to your return."

The knights saluted Ron again. There was fire burning in their eyes, they were unwavering, and they died one by one.

"Maybe, if I ever change my mind."

Ron shook his head and smiled, "I don't like sweets, and the cake you gave me was too big and too sweet."

"I'm leaving, I'm going home to see my parents, I haven't been back for a long time."

He waved his hand, left the team under the eyes of the knights, and instantly disappeared into the resplendent hall with a slight whirl.

The Burrow's signboard was shining brightly, but this still crooked house brought unprecedented warmth and kindness.

"mom!"

Ron yelled, amid a rush of footsteps and surprise responses, he stretched out his hand and opened the door, getting a strong and warm embrace.

"I am back."

He whispered in his mother's ear, echoing the warmth.

"Yeah!"

A bear punch sent the goblins queuing up to deliver their heads flying away, and the little dumpling that was having fun in the vegetable garden rolled over. Wearing the bearskin hat, Ron was dragged into the room by many hands.

While the laughter gradually rose, the goblins outside the door also cheered and hugged the leaves of the radish, busy and happy.

　There should be more later, I will continue to code
　　
　
(End of this chapter)