Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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With Fleur Delacour's reminder, everyone's eyes shifted from Clark to Bruce Stewart.

Facing the gazes of everyone, this little wizard who was about the same age as Clark, even though he was very nervous, still kept a straight face and put on a posture that I didn't know anything.

However, the strange thing is that the principals of the three schools, together with two officials of the Ministry of Magic, did not express any surprise that Bruce Stewart was selected as a warrior.

It seems that he was selected as the Warriors, completely in their expectations.

So the whole room fell into an even more awkward silence in an instant. Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxime glanced at Dumbledore and then at Bruce Stewart who was standing there with very strange eyes.

Finally, Dumbledore said, "Miss Delacour, I think he signed up to participate as a student of the fourth school."

"As to how he crossed that age line to sign up, we don't know."

Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room.

"But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. Both Clark and Mr. Stewart were drafted by the Goblet of Fire. So they have to finish the game."

Clark could hear Bruce Stewart visibly relieved after hearing Dumbledore's words.

"Okay, let's move on to the next step, shall we?"

Bagman can be said to be the most heartless person in the room. Seeing that the matter of selecting the warriors was resolved, he stood up again, rubbing his hands and looking at the people in the room with a smile.

"Going to guide our warriors, isn't it? Barty, it's up to you?"

Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to wake up from his deep thoughts.

"Okay," he said, "director, yes... first project..."

Crouch took a few steps forward, into the halo of the fire.

From a closer look, he looks even more haggard now.

There were two deep shadows under the eyes, and the wrinkled skin was as white and transparent as paper, which was very different from the way he was dressed in the Quidditch World Cup.

"The first event of the Triwizard Tournament is to test your mettle and strength," he told Clark, Bruce, Fleur and Viktor, "so we're not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown. It's an important quality for wizards...very important..."

"The first event will take place on November 24, and the Warriors will face the first round of challenges with the only weapon in their hands being their wands.

They won't learn about the second project until after the first project is over. Due to the demanding and long duration of the games, the Warriors are not taking the school year exams. "

Having said this, he turned to look at Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, and then said: "But before the game officially starts, we still have one very important thing to do."

He turned around again, staring at the four competing warriors in front of him.

"Because of the particularity and danger of this game, you need to summon your own Heroic Spirit Servant first.

The magic circle used for summoning has already been set up outside. The catalyst related to the heroic spirit is also a sacred relic used by the heroic spirit. Presumably your respective schools have already prepared it for you in advance.

Now, let's go out and start summoning your servants. "

The four warriors got up, Clark walked over to Headmaster Dumbledore, and the other two walked to their respective Headmasters.

Bruce Stewart alone, standing alone, looked bleak and pitiful.

But even so, his face did not show the slightest weakness, and the whole person forced himself to straighten his waist.

He knew that whatever the outcome, as long as he stood here, it would be a strategic victory for the US Ministry of Magic.

At this time, Clark had already left Headmaster Dumbledore's side. The old man was looking at Bruce who was standing there recklessly, with a hint of admiration and some pity in his eyes.

"Hey!" The old man sighed and put away his kindness that had nowhere to rest, "I don't know if it's right or wrong to embarrass a child like this."

Clark also squinted at Bruce, "Professor, you think about him, they won't think about you at the Magical Congress of the United States. When we made this plan, didn't we expect this to happen? "

"Those American wizards, like their Muggles, were robbers and villains, just as shameless and shameless.

This can be seen from their extermination of the natives of the American continent, as well as those with extraordinary abilities.

Therefore, in the face of the national power struggle with the American wizards, there has never been a concession. To deal with this group of people, the more you back down, the more they will gain an inch, Professor! "

Because Dumbledore had already cast sound insulation magic beside the two of them, Clark was also very excited.

"They want to rise, we want to keep our position, it's a battle of interests, and there's no chance of easing.

Professor, you can't learn from the Muggle government, lower the bottom line, and back down again and again on such matters of family and country.

You know, once this person's heart is vented, it can't be brought back. "

"Go! Go! Go! Although I'm old, I'm not as old as the old lake." Dumbledore waved his sleeves pretending to be dissatisfied. If you cheated in and killed him, why would you not dare?"

Clark smiled and said nothing more.

Dumbledore spoke again.

"Originally, the school has already prepared the catalyst for summoning Heroic Spirits for the participating warriors, which is the Gryffindor sword you retrieved in your second year.

But since you already knew the situation of the competition and decided to participate in the competition in advance, I think you should have prepared your heroic spirit summoning catalyst, right? "

Clark nodded and said with great certainty, "Of course!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly when he heard the words, "If that's the case, then it's up to you to perform later."

After all, he reached out and drew a long sword from his robe. The scabbard and hilt of the long sword were inlaid with large rubies. This was the Gryffindor sword.

"Although you don't need it, I'll leave this sword to you." Dumbledore held the sword in both hands and handed it to him, while blinking at Clark.

To outsiders who couldn't hear their conversation - especially Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, this scene was quite normal.

The two of them, like Dumbledore, took out the prepared heroic spirit summoning catalyst from their robes and stuffed them into the hands of their students.

At the same time, they did not forget to whisper in the ears of Krum and Fleur, telling them the spells used to summon Heroic Spirits.

When everything was instructed, several warriors had already written down the next ritual process, and everyone filed out of the room and returned to the auditorium.

Maybe it's because some time has passed, or maybe the professor in the auditorium reassured the students below while they were in the room.

Anyway, when Clark and Bruce stood in front of the teachers' table together, all the little wizards at Hogwarts below kept quiet, and no longer talked loudly.

"Dumbledore, let's go!" said Mr. Crouch, looking at Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore pointed to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime with the right hand, "It's a guest from afar, so let's invite the two of you first."

The two principals did not refuse, Madame Maxime took the lead and walked off the teacher's desk with Fleur Delacour.

"Go, remember the calling word I told you." Madame Maxime patted Fleur on the shoulder encouragingly.

The beautiful silver-haired girl stood in front of the wooden cup still burning with blue-white flame, swallowed nervously, and stepped into the room filled with fresh blood, mercury, and dissolved gems, consisting of four " The "Retreat" formation surrounds the magic formation formed by the "Serious" formation.

"Convergence! Condensation! Sublimation! Overflowing!"

Under the flickering candlelight, the girl slowly opened her lips, and the magic circle under her feet also shimmered with her.

A burst of chaotic and orderly magic gathered together, condensed in the center of the magic circle, and carried out more tedious changes and sublimation along with her spell.

"The cycle goes on and on, and the cycle goes on and on, so as to reach the miracle of the One."

"The sun and the moon, under the gaze of the stars, obey the ancient covenant."

"Those heroic spirits on the throne, please break the boundaries of time and space and listen carefully."

"I call by contract;

request by blood;

use my body as a weapon;

Sacrificed by magic. "

"In response to the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to follow this principle, you will respond immediately."

"Swear here."

"I would like to use this body to promote all the good deeds in the world."

"I would like to use this body to protect all the weak in the world."

"I entrust this body to you, and come at my call—jeanned'arc!"

When Furong finished reciting the last letter in a high tone, the ancient flag embroidered with irises in her hand was also unfolded and covered on the magic circle.

The next moment, the sky-high light mixed with magic power spurted out of the magic circle, completely overshadowing the surrounding candlelight.

The little wizards present held their breath, narrowed their eyes, and looked at the center of the magic circle against the dazzling light.

After the light dissipated, everyone could vaguely see it in the light spot left by the dazzling light.

A beautiful girl shining with milky white light, wearing a half body armor, holding a sword in one hand and a flag gun in the other, is floating above Furong's head.

She looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her face can't be seen clearly in the holy white light, but those bright eyes are shining with determination, shining into the hearts of all those who look at her, giving them great courage .

It seemed that as long as she waved her banner and pointed her sword, everyone would follow her guidance, follow her, and charge without fear of dying! charge!

"Jeanned'arc!" Clark whispered the name softly, while looking up at the holy girl suspended above Fleur's head, "The legendary Joan of Arc?"

If France is mentioned, there are definitely two names that cannot be avoided.

One is the Emperor of the First French Empire, the greatest French military strategist and statesman in the nineteenth century - Napoleon Bonaparte.

The other is Joan of Arc, who said that he had encountered a miracle, and then turned his short life into a legend, and was finally named a saint by the Holy See.

She was a French hero who liberated Orleans in the Hundred Years' War (1337-1453) and a Catholic saint.

She was born in a small mountain village in France. When she was young, it was the darkest period for France in the Hundred Years War. The army was defeated by the British, and the royal family was forced to sign a humiliating treaty of treason.

It was at this time that Joan of Arc, who was only twelve years old, saw a miracle for the first time - three archangels told her to drive the English out of France and take the prince to Reims to be crowned.

So in 1429, at the age of 17, she met the crown prince under the **** of two knights who believed in her, and successfully passed the test, was appointed as the commander of the royal family, and led troops to Orleans.

And Joan of Arc, who was on the battlefield for the first time, showed the magic of her. When she entered the battlefield with the military flag, the French army, who had been suppressed by the British army and could not lift their heads, miraculously carried the A brave offensive launched by the enemy.

And under the leadership of Joan of Arc, they also launched a counterattack head-on, defeating the British army at that time, which greatly boosted the morale of the French side.

In this way, under her leadership, the French army achieved victories one after another. In July 1429, she successfully escorted the Dauphin to Reims and was crowned King Charles VII.

It is a pity that after this, Joan of Arc, whose reputation was at its height, was betrayed by her own people in a small conflict because of the political struggle, and was captured by the Duchy of Burgundy.

And shortly after that, UU reading www.uukanshu. com was bought by the English with a lot of money, and a public trial was organized by the Inquisition under the control of the English authorities.

In this Inquisition, the barely literate Joan of Arc fought evenly with leading theologians.

In the end, the helpless religious court sentenced her to the stake for 12 contradictory convictions and forced the illiterate her to sign a confession she couldn't read at all.

So on May 30, 1431, when she was only 19 years old, this heroic and strange woman was publicly executed in the center of Rouen, France.

It was not until 1920 that Joan of Arc was able to redress her injustice and was canonized as a saint by the Catholic Church.

These are the records of Muggles about Joan of Arc.

In the transcendent world, this saint is indeed a true descendant, who brought a lot of harm to the wizards in the British wizarding world during the Hundred Years War between England and France.

At this time, with the completion of the summoning ceremony, Furong raised her right hand, and the Joan of Arc suspended above her head also slowly melted in a burst of white light, and finally fell on the back of her right hand, forming a beautiful iris Flower figure eucalyptus.