The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 316 I'm not a good person! (asking for monthly tickets)
"Forward, forward, forward!"

"The sky is roaring! The earth is roaring! The holy light is shining"

"Burn your magic, offer your heart, be loyal! Be loyal!"

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In the cold November wind, snowflakes from the sky were sprinkled down like fine salt grains.

As soon as it hit the ground, it melted into snow water and seeped into the soil under the already withered grass.

The top layer of soil quickly became soft and soggy.

Bang bang! Bang bang!
A group of people wearing holy leather armor uniforms ran across the grass in neat steps.

After being trampled by countless pairs of boots, the soft grass had long since turned into a puddle of mud, and the splashing mud had stained the army green trouser legs.

However, these young men did not care at all, and continued to move forward with high morale, their hearts full of respect and faith for Mu Sheng.

This reverence and faith, through the sacred mark on the arm, is transformed into an unbreakable oath engraved on the soul.

This same oath power gathered in the unknown ocean of magic and turned into a contract made by loyal believers to the gods.

This contract will remain under the supervision of magic until the magical ocean dries up.

Anyone who dares to break the oath will be mercilessly punished by the power of magic following the bond of the contract.

Mu Sheng, who had just stepped out of the mud, came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked inward at the increasingly brighter contract rune floating on the pool of magic power in his body, and muttered to himself:
"The contract-based spell has a bit of the meaning of saying what you want to say and what you want to say."

This is the magic fruit that Mu Sheng referenced from the bloodline tree, combined with spells like 'Unbreakable Vow' and 'Loyalty Curse'.

There are also blood contracts imposed on house-elves by ancient wizards.

The sacred oath of creation!

"Compared to the magic fruit that can be blessed with my power, the effect of the sacred oath is much worse."

"It can only be restrained by the power of magic and daily religious practices."

Although there are many shortcomings, Mu Sheng is already very satisfied.

The results obtained by absorbing and digesting the skills and bloodlines granted by the panel bit by bit through his own efforts gave Mu Sheng a sense of accomplishment from the bottom of his heart.

Although due to the existence of idealistic magic, the difficulty of absorbing and digesting this is very low, at most it is the level of addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and single-variable equations in elementary school mathematics.

What we absorb and digest are only very superficial things. If we move to a world without such idealistic power as magic, these achievements will be useless.

But no matter how simple it is, it is also a big step for Mu Sheng to control the refining panel!

As for using the sacred oath to brainwash and control other people's behavior, doesn't it seem a bit unkind of a good person?

Mu Sheng said that he was not a good person. Rather than being a savior, he would rather be a self-centered dictator.

When the sun rose completely over the horizon, the morning jogging teams also finished their training and dispersed in groups of three or five in the morning light.

A ray of warm sunlight shone onto Mu Sheng through the glass.

It cast a long shadow, projecting it onto the hills, mountains and streams behind it.

The morning light shining on the eyelids penetrated through the thin membrane and penetrated deep into the pupils, waking up the lady who was still sleeping.

Garcia slowly opened her eyes and saw Mu Sheng standing in front of the window.

The naked skin, which looked like a marble sculpture, had a halo on its surface, shining brightly in the sunlight.

As if he noticed her gaze, Mu Sheng, who was admiring the scenery outside the window, turned around.

The first thing Garcia noticed was the traces of mud and sewage left on Mu Sheng's body after they dried up.

"Lord Victory, let me help you clean up."

Garcia climbed out of bed, wearing only a thin, wide-open school uniform, with a pure white shield armor mark in the ravine on her chest.

Garcia, who was born into a French Muggle doctor family, had been exposed to a lot of medical knowledge before entering Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Garcia has a deep understanding of the importance of pre- and post-operative cleanup.

In order to prevent Mu Sheng from getting an infection after the operation, Garcia squatted in front of him without hesitation and cleaned the body carefully.

Garcia cleaned very carefully, not leaving out any stains in any corners, and it took her thirty minutes to clean up for Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng was generous in appreciating Garcia's attentive service. After giving her a satisfactory reward, he put on his clothes and left.

"Gulu! Guru!"

A pure magical power exploded in Garcia's stomach and filled her entire body in a few breaths.

Magic power flowed through every cell in her body, refining her magical body bit by bit.

After a few minutes of training, Garcia felt that she had become more adept at controlling her magic power.

The spells that seemed a little awkward before have now been used skillfully.

"Praise Victory!"

Garcia expressed her sincere gratitude.

As a wizard from a pure Muggle family, Garcia's wizarding bloodline is very ordinary.

This makes it difficult for Garcia to learn some intermediate and advanced spells that require a lot of magic power.

And Mu Sheng's gift can purify her wizard bloodline.

"What's the saying? The early bird catches the worm!"

Garcia glanced proudly at her two companions who were still deep in their sleep.

The mark of the shield and armor on the chest became even whiter in the sunlight.

As the first game of the Triwizard Tournament approaches, the school gradually becomes lively.

The competition venue has been set up, and some naughty students tried their best to sneak in and find out what is going on.

As a result, he was discovered by the staff preparing for the event and handed over to their dean for punishment.

Newspapers and magazines from the wizarding world of various countries also sent their own reporters to Hogwarts.

Among them, The Daily Prophet took advantage of its local media advantage and got the opportunity to interview the three warriors first.

"Harry Potter!"

Rita Skeeter, who is best at taking things out of context and misinterpreting the interviewee's original intention, came to make big news. As soon as she entered Hogwarts, she set her eyes on Harry, who had long hair.

It's not because of how popular "The Boy Who Lived", but because it was Rita's choice out of helplessness.

She wanted to use the three warriors to make some big news, but she was caught by someone.

The illegal 'Animagus' identity that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic, the act of using the beetle form to eavesdrop on other people's secrets, and the black sword branded on her chest.

All of this made Rita dare not play tricks in the interview with Mu Sheng and Furong, and Krum was a famous Quidditch star.

Rita simply gave up the idea of digging for news on the three warriors and turned her attention to the weak and alone Harry.

"The Boy-Who-Lived who missed the Triwizard Tournament, dressed in feminine clothes, and was inseparable from his male classmates."

".A close relationship with a male professor. What kind of unknown secrets are hidden behind this?"

The automatic writing pen kept recording something on the parchment, and Rita's reporter instinct was aroused.

"Maybe we can include the report on Harry Potter in the report on the three warriors. If the readers respond well, we can even make it into a series!"

Rita's eyes became brighter and brighter. Although she lost the watermelon, she still picked up sesame seeds.

Just as Rita was observing Harry's actions with great interest and was about to step forward for an interview.

A group of beautiful girls, some quiet and scholarly, some ethereal and elegant, some clever and lively, each with their own unique beauty, surrounded a handsome boy walking towards them from a distance.

Rita looked at Mu Sheng and the others with regret.

What great news material!

She even thought of a name for the students of the Radiant Society - the Victorious Army!

If this gets reported, the Daily Prophet will definitely sell out.

"pity."

Rita sighed again, and looked at Mu Sheng with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

However, the next second, she felt a sharp pain in her heart like a knife stabbing her.

"what"

Rita screamed, squatted down, holding her chest, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"No way, you can't even think about it?"

Rita's resentment became even stronger, but this time it was not towards Mu Sheng, but towards herself. Why was she so unlucky!

woohoo
It was not until the figures of Mu Sheng and others disappeared from her sight that Rita stood up groaning, holding her chest.

"uh-huh."

"uh-huh."

Why are there two humming sounds?

Rita turned her head in confusion and saw a fat, sickly, one-eyed wizard.

Mad-Eye Moody?
As a famous reporter for the Daily Prophet, Rita certainly knew who Mad-Eye Moody was.

What surprised her was that she could see some sickness in Mad-Eye Moody.

"Mr. Moody."

Rita immediately wanted to go up and interview this crazy-eyed man.

"roll!"

Mad-Eye uttered a single word feebly.

However, it was this sickly scolding that frightened Rita.

There was no other reason, it was simply because the murderous look in Mad-Eyes' eyes frightened her.

'No, why did I see murderous intent again?'

Rita wondered if she had awakened some strange magical ability.

Just go away, who are you trying to scare?

Rita turned around angrily and planned to interview Harry Potter.

Soon she was at a corner, blocking the lonely Harry Potter.

"Harry~Mr. Potter!"

Rita greeted Harry with a strange aria.

If it weren't for the title of 'The Boy Who Lived', she almost thought that the person in front of her was a little girl!
This guy looks like he's easy to bully!

Rita instantly felt confident and began her interview without any hesitation.

"I'm Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, and I have a few questions that I need your help to answer!"

"Then the first question is, why don't you participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Don't you want to?"

Harry said nothing, just looked at Rita Skeeter quietly.

The hardships he had experienced in the wizarding world in recent years, coupled with Snape's careful teaching.

Harry has also grown a lot and realized that Rita has bad intentions.

"Harry just kept silent, his eyes showing disdain for the Triwizard Tournament. How could such a game of playing house compare to the greatness of saving the world?"

Rita was talking to herself, and the automatic writing pen floating beside her was writing quickly on the parchment.

"The second question is, what do you think about gender identity disorder?"

Seeing Harry's expression suddenly change, Rita became excited instantly. She knew that there was something wrong with this child.

The Boy Who Lived became the Girl Who Lived.

Such news would surely cause heated discussions even during the Triwizard Tournament!

"He stood and watched!"

A gloomy voice suddenly came from behind Rita.

Who?
Before Rita could turn around, she heard a "crack" and her automatic writing pen broke into several pieces.

The parchment recording the contents also burst into flames.

"Oh no ~ my pen! You broke my pen!"

Rita was so anxious that she drew out her wand, intending to teach the person behind her a lesson.

She hadn't been able to make any news since she came to Hogwarts. After finally catching Harry Potter, she would never allow anyone to ruin her big news.

"Except your weapons!"

However, as soon as she turned around, Rita's wand was disarmed.

A man with long hair was staring at her with a gloomy face.

What kind of eyes are those? They contain no other emotions except murderous intent!

'No, why is there murderous intent again?'

Rita was stunned. Was she cursed?
Snape held Rita's wand against her neck and said coldly: "Don't mess with Harry again, or..."

Snape stroked Rita's jaw with his wand.

Rita's jaw suddenly felt like it was cut by a sharp blade, and a long and narrow line of blood appeared.

Rita, who had some ideas at first, became obedient instantly.

"No, no, not anymore."

Rita answered haltingly, she had a feeling Snape really dared to kill her.

After getting the answer he wanted, Snape withdrew his hand, inserted Rita's wand into her hair, and left with Harry.

After the two figures disappeared, Rita took off the wand on her head with some trembling.

"Is Hogwarts really a school of magic? It's not some training ground for dark wizards, is it?"

"Why do these people want to kill me at every turn?"

"What did I do? Woohoo."

On November 11, the much-anticipated top three competition is finally about to begin.

In a valley outside Hogwarts Castle, a circular stone stand was already filled with spectators from all walks of life.

At the bottom of the valley is a simple dragon's lair built with huge rocks.

Three warriors from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry need to fight the dragon here and win the golden egg that contains information about the next game.

As the host announced the start of the match, the first warrior walked out of the backstage tent amid the loud cheers of the audience.
(End of this chapter)