[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The centaurs are not very friendly to the two sides confronting each other at the gate of Hogwarts. In fact, apart from Slytherin and the other three founders who share the same trouble, the centaur warriors don't buy other people's face at all. .

The wizards and the centaurs surrounded the church and cut off the church's retreat.

The neighing war horse calmed down in front of the centaur, stamped its front hooves nervously, and snorted frequently, appearing very restless and restless.

Gryffindor glanced at Black, his azure eyes were full of undisguised wariness and suspicion.

Mr. Black, who always thought that Slytherin would at least tell the other three founders about their cooperation, was silent for a while, and realized that he was really naive.

He has been a stumbling block for Slytherin for several years. With Slytherin's character of vengeance, how could he not hack him when he got the chance.

Mr. Tursblack felt sad.

But what happened next quickly made him lose his mind about the narrow-minded Slytherin. The centaurs are not good-natured guys, especially under the surprised and even curious eyes of the little Muggle wizards, They seemed more irritable.

Not every wizard can make the centaur be as patient as they were with the four founders. What's more, what they are facing is not a wizard, but a church that is extremely keen to discredit the image of the centaur.

Enemies meeting each other and being extremely jealous are the words that can best describe the horsemen at this moment.

They pulled their front hoofs violently, their gnarled muscles were bulging, and they held the big bow tightly in their hands. The sharpened arrows were stuffed in the quiver on their backs, and they put on a pair of arrows ready to be drawn out at any time to shoot into the archbishop's head. attitude.

Like Ravenclaw, Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the centaurs, and started talking to the archbishop.

"Good night, Mr. Archbishop, I don't think your body is suitable for going out in this cold autumn night." Gryffindor grinned, but couldn't see the sunshine that should have been at all, "The Pope really won't I feel sorry for my subordinates."

"His Majesty's decision is not for others to comment on, Lord Gryffindor." The archbishop's voice was just like his appearance, old and hoarse, with a strong taste of time.

"So, on Halloween night, the church doesn't exorcise ghosts and preach teachings on the streets, what are you doing at Hogwarts?" Gryffindor raised his chin, imitating Slytherin's usual sarcasm. "You are not welcome at Hogwarts, Mr. Archbishop."

"Oh?" The archbishop stroked his gray beard calmly, and said with a smile, "Aren't we planning to do it right now?"

Gryffindor's face darkened. The church usually goes out to exorcise ghosts on Halloween, and by the way, to promote God's thoughts. The archbishop said this bluntly, and people directly regarded them as inhumane.

"Gryffindor! What more do you want to tell him!" Cazalai was still the warrior leading the centaur tribe. He rushed out with his hooves on his hooves, pointing his longbow at the archbishop protected by the knights. His burly body Taller than the knights on horseback, "Just screw his head off! Slytherin said so."

Gryffindor: "=口="

Cazale's words seemed to turn on a certain switch, and the knights of the Church Knights were shocked, with their long spears and swords in their hands, tensely on guard.

The horsemen also pulled out an arrow from the quiver behind them in unison, all aiming tacitly at the archbishop who was protected by the knights.

To ravage the old man or something is simply insane and outrageous!

But the horse people obviously don't understand the human mind and some strange morals and consciences. They only know that they have been smeared and never surpassed, and finally found a chance to step on their enemies.

Naturally, no one wants to let go of such an opportunity.

"Ah!!" A short exclamation abruptly interrupted the tense confrontation.

Everyone who heard the sound and looked over saw the scene that came into view, breathed heavily, and unconsciously rioted - especially those little wizards who had never seen the killing.

A huge black-spotted snake is wrapped around a little wizard wearing a Ravenclaw badge, and to his right, a slightly smaller black-spotted snake is wrapped around another child's neck, ready to tighten and wrap the child Strangled to death.

No one doubted that if someone disturbed the two snakes, the lives of the two entangled little wizards would be lost.

Gryffindor looked at the backhand, which was obviously written by Slytherin, and silently made a stroke in his heart.

"I don't think you would like anything to happen to the two little princes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Gryffindor was also unequivocal about the enemy - although it was very unbearable for him to take advantage of two children.

Only by recalling what Slytherin had shown him, the correspondence between the two young wizards and the British royal family, could he feel a little better.

The archbishop paused, and after pondering for a while, shrugged, "No, I don't care about them, we already know the exact address of Hogwarts."

Gryffindor sneered, and the arrows in the hands of the horsemen pierced the night sky and rushed towards the head of the archbishop who was standing safely.

The knights swung their spears and swords, ready to push away the rain of arrows.

However, they miscalculated the power of the arrow!

An arrow pierced straight through the greatsword of the knight holding the sword to block, leaving an empty hole in his greatsword and then piercing through his head equipped with a helmet!

The tip of the sword, with red blood and a little white brain, came out from the back of the knight's head, and finally stopped the castration.

Gryffindor blew a loud whistle, and he was right, it was the dragon-slaying arrow!

The professors finally had enough of watching the show, and brought the little wizards back to the restaurant, but the wizards and nobles stayed behind, and decided to seize the opportunity to see the strength of three of the four founders.

As for Slytherin, he doesn't need to show his strength, he only needs to have that surname, which is enough to be recognized by most nobles.

The archbishop, who realized that something was wrong, waved the scepter in his hand, and there was a crackling sound of magic in the air, and a cross symbol representing the church appeared in midair, and the soft white light was particularly conspicuous in the night.

A few people fell down in an instant among the wizards and wizards watching, and the nobles with a strong sense of crisis quickly dispersed. After putting on armor and protecting themselves, they stared closely at the source of the previous black magic.

They had traitors among them.

The three owls flapped their wings crookedly and threw the sword in their claws to Gryffindor.

Immediately afterwards, piercing screams came from above, and a dusty hat that looked new but fell from the sky and landed directly on Gryffindor's head.

Gryffindor put on an armor for himself, rushed out with a kick, and greeted the hat on the top of his head: "Oh! I haven't seen the hat for a long time!"

The hat kept screaming, but this time there was a sentence between its screams, and he replied: "You didn't take me with you for such an important thing! Gryffindor!!!"

Gryffindor swung his sword and was caught by the knight with excitement in his eyes. He shook his head and threw the hat out. He drew his sword back and pointed it at the horse under the knight's crotch, and stepped directly on the hat.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also did not hesitate at all. The moment Gryffindor rushed out, the two powerful ladies also took out their props and rushed into the battle pile without hesitation.

Turs Black was aimed at by the centaur intentionally or unintentionally, and he was the only one who stood out in the chaos.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the centaur, he no longer hesitated, and waved his wand to do the same thing as the archbishop—the family of the Black family was shining brightly beside the cross of the church, and several white-robed bishops were still protecting them. The knight turned back in an instant, turned around and started fighting with the other guarding knights.

A large ray of blessings shifted from the knights to the warriors. Two of the six white-robed bishops stood behind Black at some point, chanting the spell of blessings in their mouths, giving the knights who fought more and more bravely. And wizards to apply blessings.

The biggest difference between fighting and fighting is whether you use your body or your brain.

Black looked at Ravenclaw who had been kinder to him, and finally couldn't help his itchy hand. After he waved his wand to protect the two bishops with armor, he rushed straight to the battle group in the fiancée.

His sister!He comes to cover!

Little Mr. Black is full of pride and feels that he can take down this bunch of idiots in one fight!

He had long been fed up with the unfair treatment of the church eating meat and picking up scum, and Mr. Black, who was easily instigated by Slytherin, betrayed him without any psychological pressure for his fiancée.

In the midst of colorful magic effects and the clash of gold and iron.

The gate of Hogwarts has finally successfully transformed from the school.

——It turned into a crime scene of mob fights.

……

Of course, Slytherin didn't know that Hogwarts had become like this, otherwise he would probably go straight back and make Cazalai and Gryffindor look like basilisks.

He has always felt that Gryffindor, as a T whose output is more violent than a high-attack mage, is enough to overwhelm the church and the group of nobles with arrogance.But he didn't expect that Gryffindor's ability to control the field was completely beyond his expectations, and it was outrageously low.

Mr. Slytherin, who didn't know what happened at Hogwarts at the moment, was enjoying the food at the banquet comfortably, and looked at the Great Prince of Britain, the Crown Prince, who had been staring at him since he appeared with a smile.

He felt that he must have not dressed properly during time travel, or that he had not developed well, such as hormones or something.

Why did other men stand there, and there was an endless stream of girls to strike up a conversation with, but he stood here for so long, and the person who had the conversation was a middle-aged withered orange peel.

The Crown Prince of Britain walked over with a glass of red wine, smiling decently, stood still two steps away, and raised his glass to him.

Well, now there is an extra tender orange to strike up a conversation with.

But... still man.

Slytherin felt immense regret and resentment in his heart, still smiling on his face, he leaned over and lightly touched the cup raised by the Prince of Britain.

The man seemed satisfied with the Slytherin's initiative, and took a few more steps.

Slytherin narrowed his eyes at him.

Chu Jun stopped in a sensible way, raised the corners of his mouth slightly in the next second, and lowered his voice: "If possible, I don't want my two younger brothers to come back safely."

Slytherin paused for a moment, looked up at His Royal Highness, who was handsome and completely belonged to the handsome guy from England, raised his eyebrows, and asked knowingly, "Who are you referring to?"

"Let them die in this accident." His Royal Highness Chu Jun was gentle and gentle, but what he said made people's hearts chill.

"……"wipe!Clash of Thrones Live!

"And, I think we can cooperate. I know Hogwarts is very important to you, Mr. Slytherin." The prince's eyes were as gentle as water, as if pampering his lover, but it made Slytherin shudder.

"I think this is a question that needs to be considered after weighing whether our chips are balanced."

"Of course." The crown prince agreed very quickly, "I want to be the king of Britain, you help me ascend the throne, and you will get the permanent ownership of the Slytherin manor and Hogwarts land, and... I will replace you You hold the Church down."

Sounds great and the most peaceful solution so far.

Slytherin raised his eyelids and looked at the prince, and said two words coolly, "Reason?"

"England needs a new rule, my father is too incompetent! Britain will be destroyed by him!"

"Okay, Your Royal Highness, I can't guarantee this matter, but we can consider this cooperation for your proposal." Slytherin raised his chin, "Help you ascend the throne, yes. Don't let those two It’s okay if the prince comes back. But you must ensure that you can do what you ask.”

"Time will prove my sincerity." Chu Jun took a deep breath, the previous gaffe seemed to be an illusion, and quickly disappeared. He is still a gentle and elegant prince, and the prince's voice is low and magnetic.

"This is the port key of my manor. I think you must have studied how to use it." Slytherin took out the port key he was going to use, and by the way, after a moment of silence for himself who was about to go back in the carriage, he handed over I gave it to Chu Jun, and reminded me casually: "Be sincere, Your Highness Chu Jun."

The so-called sincerity means going to the appointment alone without telling other people.

If he really dared to do this, Slytherin would entrust a small part of his trust to cooperate with the Crown Prince of Britain.

He didn't need to use the methods he had prepared before, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Slytherin looked at the crown prince walking away with the portkey, and silently poked the little basilisk's little head sticking out unwillingly.

How does he feel that this is another golden finger rhythm?