Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

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A divine horse galloped towards the north of France at an outrageous speed. The speed of this Nima should be at least 300 kilometers per hour, and Mr. Newton's coffin board could hardly hold it.

A knight wearing black armor with a sword around his waist sat on the horse's back, and a teenage boy was tied to the horse's butt.

Under the turbulence of the horse, the young man was about to vomit blood.

Suddenly, the knight on the horse's back restrained the reins, and the black tall horse stopped.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Get off!" The knight jumped off the horse and shouted to the boy who was still on the horse.

"Your uncle's~ You first untie the **** for me! My hands and feet are tied, I will take my **** off!"

"It's not impossible."

Speaking of which, the dark horse shook a bit, and threw the boy off, just as his **** hit the ground~

"Oh! Can't we make fun of our butt~" The boy struggled to stand up, but his hands and feet were still tied: "If you don't untie it, let me jump away!"

The black armored knight: "Noisy! No matter how you follow, just follow! If you fall, I will cut you!"

The boy had no choice but to jump step by step, following behind the black armored knight like a zombie.

Not long after, the two came to a country pub. The pub was very dilapidated and had no signs. Only a hammer and a wine barrel were carved on the door on one side.

The black armored knight strode into the tavern and took off the hideous helmet on his head, revealing his true face.

Her jet-black hair was draped around her waist, her icy blue eyes were full of love, and her pale skin was as crystal clear as diamonds under the sunlight.

"Fuck! Are you a woman?"

"When did I tell you that I'm not a woman?" The woman's voice sounded. Although her voice was gentle, it had a neutral magnetism: "Gragas, have a drink!"

"Rum? Vodka? Whiskey?" A rough voice came from the tavern bar, a squat bearded man asked while smoking a cigar.

The woman looked at it: "Whiskey, let's have two glasses, and our children will also have one!"

"You are instigating minors to drink!"

At this time, Gragas also stuck out his head and looked at the boy whose hands and feet were bound: "Roland, this is the child you are looking for? It doesn't seem to be anything special! It's still a good baby~"

Roland Virgil looked at the boy: "Don't be fooled by his appearance, this little guy is not a bad guy."

"That's right, the devil king of the Welfare family is all harmless to humans and animals. Twenty years ago, I opened a shop in Hogsmeade Village, and I ran into the girl from the Welfare family. She ordered Black Lake, mine The Lakeview Tavern was burned to ashes in an instant, and most of my beard was burned..." Gragas pouted, as if he didn't want to recall that sad memory.

Roland Virgil: "It's just that, this kid is even better than his mother's record. A few months ago, nearly ten thousand dementors besieged Hogwarts because this kid killed a soul mother, and this kid escaped. At that time, most of the Forbidden Forest was burned, and if the dean of their school hadn't arrived in time, it is estimated that the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts would have been burned down..."

Qin Weijie snorted dissatisfiedly: "I don't bear the blame. Tom did the burning of the woods, and it has something to do with me!"

Roland rolled his eyes at Qin Weijie: "A week ago, this kid also destroyed the trump card of the French Ministry of Magic, the 'Forbidden Realm', and by the way killed a sacrifice in the Eye of Danates, because the sacrifice of his direct death should be There are already three."

Gragas laughed: "Haha! Yes, it is definitely the blood of the Welfare family! This kind of **** is really better than blue! The two glasses of whisky you want, I have to talk about it with you. Yours."

Gragas handed out two glasses of wine, Qin Weijie thought it was just a small cup, but he didn't expect Gragas to directly give a whole hero cup, and there are at least two liters of wine in this cup! This is a drink to death! Nima, don't you need money for wine?

Roland pulled out a dagger from his waist, Qin Weijie didn't even see where the dagger was placed, as if it appeared out of thin air, Roland untied the ropes from Qin Weijie's hands and feet, and then pointed to the wine glass on the bar: "Drink, it's not enough, there's more!"

Qin Weijie was stupid, sitting on the stool beside Roland, looking at the wine glass in a daze, "I should go to gastric lavage after this glass~"

Qin Weijie was thinking, Roland on the side was drinking a glass of wine, and after a few murmurs, the glass of wine was finished. This is a two-liter glass!

"Ha~ it's comfortable! I've been locked in King Arthur's palace for four years, and I finally got out to perform a mission! I can finally relax and drink and drink!"

Qin Weijie was in a cold sweat: "Sister! Look, I have already joined the Knights of the Round Table, and I have become the captain of the Thirteenth Squad of the Twelve Knights. You can't find a drinking buddy if you arrest me, I can't drink enough, you are all right. Just let me go, I still have something to do, go first..."

Roland put down the wine glass, and the wine glass was automatically filled again: "I know what you are thinking, don't think about running away or quitting the Knights, anyway, since the moment you swore to join the Knights, you have been marked as the twelfth knight. The mark of the regiment, want to quit unless you die... want to leave? Do you think you can get away in my hands? Get back and sit down!"

"Okay, big sister! Hey, I'm just kidding~" Qin Weijie sat back strangely.

Roland smiled: "I am the mentor from today, I am Roland Virgil, the head of the Twelfth Knights of the Knights of the Round Table... I am different from the idiots of other knights. In the first class, I I will teach you the creed of knights, honor and so on, I will only tell you the creed of our knights, there is only one, and that is 'those who block me die'!"

Qin Weijie chuckled: "Haha~ It's really awesome! How old is it and still such a middle school!"

Roland kicked Qin Weijie a few meters away~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and slammed into the wall: "Listen to me, I dare to cut you in again!"

The female lunatic would slash people at every turn. Qin Weijie was stupid, but he couldn't beat him, so he could only sit down obediently.

Roland continued: "First, let me introduce you to the Knights of the Round Table, and you will know the special features of our Twelfth Knights after I have finished.

The Knights of the Round Table originated in the period of King Arthur in the third century AD. I will not repeat the legend of King Arthur. That is not the point, the point is the meaning of our existence.

We are a group of people who face the 'taboo' directly. There are two meanings of our existence. The first is to seal or even destroy the 'old gods' corrupted by the 'old taboos'. ', the second meaning of our existence is to maintain the seal of the 'Old Taboo' in this space. People like us are called 'God Prisoners'.

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