Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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The bell of the Northern War has sounded. After ransacking various villages on the north coast downstream, the Vikings boarded the ship again. They went deep into the hinterland, traveled upstream, and entered the deep forests of the Jorvik Valley.

The Vikings led by Hardada met their first resistance in Fulford. The resistance occurred on the 3rd of the week before St. Matthew’s feast. This also brought back the deposed Earl. The Vikings were preparing to attack York’s The news spread to the south.

London-Harold’s castle.

After listening to the news from the messenger, Anglia Earl Goss Gwensen anxiously asked the big brother sitting on the throne: “What should we do?”

“Fight.” The new king of the Anglo-Saxon Wessex Kingdom answered this question calmly in Harold German. “The Vikings are destroying our land and people in our country. We have no choice. “

Unlike the calm displayed by the new king, when Harold discovered that just when he disbanded his elite troops and most of the militia, his brother Tosti and the Norwegian Vikings, descendants of the blonde king Haralda When Harald the Ruthless King had invaded for many days, his heart was so angry that he had to send messengers and recruiters to gather the army again, and must gather quickly.

This was a heavy blow for him. To his surprise, the only thing he could do was to regroup and let the soldiers who belonged directly to him swiftly march north and join the enlisted troops that came along the way. Those Vikings won—and they could only optimistically convince themselves that the illegal Duke of Normandy would not try to cross the English Channel in the autumn harvest season.

On the coast, fast horses galloped quickly. The long-distance communicator planted from the horse and was supported by the incoming militia.

The militiamen who had been stationed by the sea for a long time finally received good news, which made the entire camp in a peaceful state.

“The Normans won’t come anymore, they encountered a huge rainstorm and suffered a shipwreck!”

“The Holy See is on their side, but it seems that the Lord is indeed with us!”

“In any case, the fighting season is coming to an end and the harvest season is coming. It is time for us militiamen to disarm and return to the fields.”

The news that the Normans had ventured through the sea but encountered a sudden storm was rushed back by spies from across the sea, and the militia remaining on the Isle of Wight talked happily while packing things.

Without an order, they gathered the shields and weapons together-and the warlord who remained here now did not at all show any objection to this.

Leovrik gently kissed the palm of his hand, then patted the shield with this hand, and the expression easily handed it to the militia responsible for collecting supplies.

He changed back to the tall and thin farmer and said happily: “I can avoid the militia for another year.”

“If the speed is fast enough, you can go home in the dark.” Odegar followed them, did not experience the war, and none of the folks he brought died, which made him relieved.

Leovrik strode forward, clasping the shoulders of his best friend Tofi with both hands, and said with a smile: “He is drilling his little wife’s bed, and I am happy to spend my honeymoon.”

Tofi, who himself resisted the war, fought with him and broke free of his restraint.

“Is there a large oak tree in the forest on the edge of Crowhurst Village? The children often go climbing.” Odegar asked briskly, no longer being serious and thoughtful. In fact, as the second and second king of England One of Captain’s guards, he almost only had the opportunity to return to his hometown briefly when he used to recruit villagers.

“Still.” Leovrik lowered his head and picked up a piece of snow-white pebble. Although it doesn’t count how long he stayed on the Isle of Wight and his hometown is not too far from the coastline, he still evoked homesickness by the recruiter Feelings.

“I really want to climb that tree again.” Aldegar, who is nearly 40 years old, said with some yearning.

Just when the farmers had packed their bags and began to gather and prepare to return to their hometowns, the cavalry rushing over from the north gave everyone a premonition.

A warlord left behind by the king screamed out Odegar’s name, and the recruiter hurried to where he was.

Leocliffe looked at Odegar in a hurry, and shook his head disapprovingly to Tofi, who was frightened: “Don’t worry, just a few hairless brat to make a fuss about nothing.” , He grabbed Tofi’s shoulders all at once: “Tell you, I want to see Odegar climbing a tree with his big head shaking.”

The worried Tofi was amused by what he described. Leocliffe put Tofi’s head in his arms and lightly tapped twice.

“Stop!” The somewhat cold commanding voice of the familiar Odegar came. Leocliffe stayed in place, his eyes turned slightly, he sighed, and the worrying thing really happened.

“Your wife still has to wait for the harvest.” Hearing Odegar’s tone changed back to that cold draft officer, Tofi closed his eyes sadly, but the other party’s words continued to penetrate him continuously. Ears.

“Take up the weapon again.” Following Odegar’s command, Leocliffe licked his teeth helplessly, looking towards the best friend who had just opened his eyes and accepted the fact.

In the night, Odegar and other militiamen sat on the coast, looking at the sea and thinking about their own thoughts. The atmosphere was dull and stagnant. They were disappointed and sad about not being able to go home but continuing to fight. Missing filled the camp.

From the news that came, Odegar probably guessed the thoughts of his lord: For the king, this is a tricky decision. What if the defense of the south coast is abandoned and the enemy is killed by 10000 winds every turn? However, it is expected that after the autumn, the Norman fighting season was over, the king decided to deal with the enemy forces that had already been killed first, and those who did not come had to come.

Aldegar had no choice. As a low-level officer who was not of the Knight class, he could only follow orders.

At this time, after absorbing the souls of the soldiers on the sea, Aaron returned to the White Cliffs of Dover, and on the cliffs with a little antics, he held the staff upside down and looked into the crystal ball. The soul energy faintly scurrying everywhere inside. discernible There are countless Norman faces.

Aaron sighed, who looked at the situation of absorbing the soul, and then received the sight from the three-eyed shadow raven. He gently patted the non-existent dust on the magic robe and prepared to go to the battlefield.

But Aaron, who had just turned sideways and wanted to leave, suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked towards a small wooden boat that was undulating with turbulent waves in the gloomy sea.

Aaron focused his gaze on the sail of the small boat that was waving against the sea breeze. A long hair was braided and dancing in the strong wind. The dirty red headscarf was a huge approximation. A three-cornered captain’s cap, and a beard braided in two braids is firmly draped under the chin.

This guy with a strong sense of disharmony stands on the bow of the ship, with some sissy painted smoky eye makeup. The reason for Aaron’s attention is that his clothes are obviously not a product of this time and space. The person in front of him is dressed in dirty brown. The captain’s coat was not what it was like. The white linen shirt with a mantle inside had a wide neckline, exposing the bronze chest. The wide belt at the waist was buckled with a 8th century musket and a saber.

Although this boat is old and small, the technology used on the masts and sails is obviously not what the primordial wooden boats of the 1th century can have.