Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 67 Humanoid T90
The matter of Peter Pettigrew has nothing to do with Ron, at least it has nothing to do with Ron until Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic are done.

He just needs to wait for his reward to come. Those things about re-trialing Sirius and restoring his innocence are things that he, a little wizard, cannot interfere with.

While Fudge was secretly delighted that he was able to experience an unprecedented rehabilitation of an old case, at the same time, he was also very distressed and numbed his paws for this matter.

No reason, just because Sirius’ surname is Black. This is one of the oldest pure-blood families in the magic world. Its history can be traced back to BC. What was left was still huge enough to make him extremely depressed.

When Sirius was imprisoned, the Ministry of Magic embezzled a lot of the Black family's family property and ancestral property. If Black died in Azkaban, then everything can be treated as nothing happened, but now...he has to rack his brains for this, put Spit out everything the Ministry of Magic had eaten before.

If this is not done, when Black regains his innocence and re-enters the magic world, the power left by this ancient family can completely change the Minister of Magic.

They have acquired nearly one million Galleons of real estate from the Black family. This is a crazy amount of wealth. As long as Sirius says something: let Fudge get out, you can take a third of it as a reward, Then the next day, the news of Fudge's resignation or assassination will be published in the Daily Prophet, and then the minister who took office will take away the third with a smile, and then return the rest.

This is the power of money, and it is also the heritage of the ancient family. Those invisible connections are hidden in the deepest part of the magic world, and no one can figure out the details.

After the two relaxed and enjoyable spell lessons, the afternoon passed quickly. When the night fell early, the Hogwarts dining room was also decorated with decorations that could not be seen in the past.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, another thousand bats circled and danced above the dining table like low dark clouds, and a jack-o-lantern with candles in its belly floated in the dark clouds of bats. A yellow halo leaked from the wide open mouth, decorating the restaurant in a spooky and sinister manner.

Halloween is not a very earthly festival, and a little horror is the main theme of today.

The golden plate is filled with a variety of pumpkin-themed foods, such as pumpkin soup with stewed potatoes, pumpkin-stuffed hash browns, pumpkin-flavored mashed potatoes, and pumpkin juice with baked potatoes.
You can't expect weird twists on British food, unless you like the pumpkin pie version of Stargazing.

Ron fiddled with the fork very unappetizingly, waiting for the elf to bring him something he could eat, such as roasted acromantula legs,

The spider legs of the more than 100 spiders brought back from Hagrid last time have been wiped out, but now those spiders in the Forbidden Forest are being beaten by Hagrid with their fists and spit venom every day, Ron thought carefully After thinking about it, it's better not to harm your own cash machine, the current acromantia feast is less than a meal.

Just when I was bored, a stumbling figure suddenly broke out from the side door of the restaurant.

"Here we come!" Ron shivered. He had been looking forward to the Halloween dinner for a long time.

Professor Quirrell rushed into the dining room wearing the large crooked scarf. His face was full of panic. This panicked look caught everyone's attention instantly, and he staggered to the professor's desk. forward.

"Troll!"

Quirrell was panting heavily, and he rarely stuttered at this time.

"It's bad! A troll appeared in the underground classroom!"

He said loudly to Professor McGonagall that Dumbledore was wrangling with the Ministry of Magic and did not attend tonight's banquet.

Just after Quirrell finished conveying the news in a high-pitched voice, he rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and passed out.

"professor!!!"

"Professor Quirrell!!!"

The Gryffindor students cheered, but immediately, they changed their tunes and shouted with concern.

'Doesn't this give us a [-] points? ! '

The little lions have long been addicted to scoring points at Quilo. In the first grade, there is the warrior Seamus, and in the third grade, there are the legendary warriors Fred and George. Both of them can do things accurately without messing things up. Qiluo pushed the boundary line of embarrassment and pressure day by day, and then let the smart and outstanding students "suppress" the audience, and started the skillful scoring process.

"Quick! Take the professor to the infirmary!"

The little wizards hurriedly lifted Quirrell high, and they didn't dislike the garlic smell on his body at all. They could exchange tens of hundreds of cents for a while. Anyone who doesn't do this kind of costless business is a fool.

The big commotion in Gryffindor also made the students of the other three colleges look on stupidly. Even the news of the troll's attack did not make them scream in horror at this moment.

Professor McGonagall looked at this scene of teachers and students getting along with each other with satisfaction, but as the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall did not forget to give orders to the prefects at this time.

"Prefects of each college! Take the students from your respective colleges back to the common room, and no one is allowed to run around!"

"What about Professor Quirrell? We're going to send him to the school infirmary!"

The little lions spoke quickly, they couldn't just miss out on giving away points.

"You guys." Professor McGonagall ordered a few seventh-grade students and said sternly: "You send Professor Quirrell to the school infirmary, and then go back immediately, understand?"

"Understood Professor McGonagall, leave it to us!"

The other students obediently obeyed Professor McGonagall's instructions, and under the organization of the prefects, they hurried towards the lounges of their respective colleges in an orderly manner.

but.
"Ron!"

Hermione stuck her waist in front of Ron, her stern gaze seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Professor McGonagall, even her imitation was seven or eight points.

"Troll! Hermione!"

The corners of Ron's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Hermione's grinning mouth.

"So what? Didn't you hear what Professor McGonagall said?"

"That's a giant monster!"

Ron repeated it again.

"Remember Hagrid?"

"What's wrong with Hagrid?" Hermione didn't understand Ron's words, she frowned a little puzzled.

"Hagrid and the Chimera. By the way, it seems that you didn't see it at that time. Hagrid hugged the Chimera's paw that day and gave him an over-the-shoulder throw!"

"Cool! That's a real man!"

Harry and Neville, who were beside Ron, were taken aback by these very questionable words.

"Brother?" Neville touched Ron's arm carefully, and he felt the bulging muscle. Although it was a bit exaggerated, it was still on the scale of a human being, and it was not super classy. "Come on, that's not normal." Something a person can hit."

"Trolls!" Harry's face turned pale for a moment. As a good student who studies hard, he knows such things as trolls.

Native to Scandinavia, it is twelve feet tall, weighs more than a ton, has frightening strength, and frighteningly stupid brains. It's not something easy to deal with.
"That thing can't be eaten, forget it Ron."

Harry spat a little disgustedly, the stink from the troll was comparable to his brute strength and IQ.

"By the way, I found out some news when I was playing with Hagrid these days, and I haven't had time to tell you! Let's go back to the common room, it's much more powerful than the troll!"

Harry realized that what he said before seemed to be a little wrong, and he quickly opened his mouth, intending to bring Ron back on track. Although he also likes adventures, and even likes going around castles at night to find little secrets, but trolls, he doesn't care about them at all. Can't bring up the interest.

"No! I want to beat him! Isn't it just a ton? I can knock him down by pulling out the weeping willow in my dantian. There are no giants in the Forbidden Forest to train me. I can't beat Hagrid, can I?" , my hands are itchy"

Talking strange words that they didn't understand, Ron eagerly started warming up. In fact, he was not simply itchy, but he was thinking about the mission of the uncle. Although controlling the magic power can also solve his own problems, but Why don't two uncles take it all, grasp with both hands, and be hard with both hands?

Harry and Neville looked at each other in silence, but Hermione had something to say.

She stood motionless in front of Ron, her increasingly serious little face was full of anger, especially wanting someone to reach out and pinch a small glutinous rice ball on her cheek for fun.

"Gryffindor will be deducted points by Professor McGonagall because of you. We managed to get No.1. If we lose the Academy Cup because of this, I will never forgive you, Ron!"

"Hermione." Ron sighed, "I just added 500 points to Gryffindor yesterday, and we have earned more than 2 points to Gryffindor in the past two months! The No.[-] Slytherin difference Even if we don't do anything, we still have the House Cup, not to mention the Quidditch match."

Speaking of this, Ron showed a cryptic smile on his face, "I'm ready to let Gryffindor max out the Quidditch score table, each house will score [-] points, and we will lose first." ?”

Harry shivered viciously. In the friendly match with Ravenclaw during flying class, he and Seid scored almost fifty goals, and the two Seekers reached life in the position of Chasers The highlight, that game made Harry doubt his life directly.

If Qiu hadn't successfully caught the Snitch under the pressure of the collapse of the sky, I don't know how tragic the massacre would have become in the end. Except for the Slytherins who were kept in the dark, Ravenclaw and Hedge Patch's team has formulated an extremely special tactic for Ron.

"Don't be afraid of deducting points, I can even kill a Chimera, and I'm still afraid of a mere giant monster?"

"It's a big deal to give him a torn apart. I don't know if the magic resistance of the troll can stop the spell I output with all my strength."

Ron took out the second-order Rubik's Cube from his arms. After playing with it for two months, Ron could barely control his magic power and began to try to restore it.

"This is the first field study of magical creatures, aren't you interested?"

"It's not illegal to hunt giant monsters, but it's hard to find them."

"By the way, I have to tell you one more thing."

Ron involuntarily took Hermione's hand and walked forward. As he walked, he began to take off his robe.

"As you all know, I've been researching transfiguration recently. In order to prevent any unexpected accidents caused by the spell, I learned a spell specially."

Throwing the robe to Harry, Ron, who was shirtless, drew out his wand and waved it lightly.

"Armor protection."

The full-out armor curse drew Ron's six cards of magic power, and a layer of translucent shield visible to the naked eye appeared in front of him, which was ten centimeters thick and tightly attached to the surface of his body, even Because of the high-intensity magic power output, this illusory armor has a little armor outline.

"I'll be ready."

Then Ron waved his wand again, and the armor pointed by the tip of the wand began to change its shape, and flew lightly in front of Ron under the control of magic power.

A pair of gauntlets, a steel breastplate, and a pair of iron boots. Ron, who had put on a plate armor, moved his hands and feet.

"Give me my wand."

Ron handed Hermione his dead stick. He stretched his body, and there was a crackling sound like popping beans.

Looking at Ron who instantly turned into a humanoid T90, the three of them remained silent.

Don't say it's a giant monster, I'm afraid it's the giant Ron who catches up and punches him twice at this time, until his nose explodes.

"I told you, this wave is stable, and it will never overturn."

[Knights don't die with bare hands] activated, the steel armor on his body was strengthened again, the ferocious aura was undoubtedly revealed, and the sound of the armor stepping on the ground began to echo on the floor where the underground classroom was located.

A stench similar to a mixture of 13-year-old stinky socks and 20-year-old public toilets came from around the corner, and the clumsy and heavy footsteps followed.

(End of this chapter)