Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Ethan sighed, wiped the blood on his cheekbone caused by the flying sword, returned to the fallen armor, squatted down and took off the helmet of the armor.

"empty?"

Ethan frowned.

Just like the armored statues he had encountered before, there was nothing controlling the inside of this armor; it was just an empty shell.

In other words, it might be some kind of magical creation?

Ethan's eyes fell on the blue sword behind the armor again. After careful observation, it can be seen that the sword is not a physical entity, but an energy body condensed by magic or something else. At this moment, it is becoming more and more illusory due to the continuous loss of energy.

And this feeling...

Ethan clenched his right hand lightly, and an energy sword composed of ancient magic energy appeared in the palm of his hand. With the other hand, he pulled out the long sword inserted into the armor and compared them with each other.

Putting aside the styles of the two swords, the magic power composition of the two swords is surprisingly consistent.

Could it be the kind of black magic similar to ancient magic?

No, there is no such uncomfortable feeling that makes people feel palpitations. Instead, there is a sense of ease and tranquility like flowing water, and no malice can be felt.

Or is this another faction of ancient magic?

Bang!

The blue sword must have reached its critical point, and suddenly turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared.

"This is really..."

The sudden appearance of a third party gave Ethan a headache. The Fire Snake Party and the forces represented by that adult had not appeared, which made him feel a little helpless. Now someone else came to interfere, and he felt that this might turn into a multi-camp melee.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword he had condensed turned into white energy and dissipated into the air. Ethan looked at the messy courtyard around him and slowly waved the wand in his hand.

"Recover as before."

The rubble on the ground floated into the air, spinning continuously along the trajectory of the wand. The rubble gathered little by little in the air and returned to its original position, without any signs of damage.

At the same time, in a cave 10 meters deep underground beneath the courtyard.

In a room similar to a prison, a man wearing a crimson robe with scarlet snake patterns embroidered on his arms bowed slightly and lowered his head to report to the black-robed man standing at the dungeon door:

"Caster just sent a message saying that the bronze knight responsible for guarding the tower was damaged."

"It doesn't matter, just send another one."

The man in black robes held a book in one hand, and stretched his other hand half-opened into the dungeon railing like a claw, with a dark red light emitting from the palm of his hand. The prisoners in the dungeon were illuminated by the red light, and it was as if their vitality had been sucked out, and they quickly turned into skinny mummies.

The black-robed man's cracked hands gradually healed, becoming as delicate and white as a well-maintained woman's hands (Kirara Yoshikage gave a thumbs up). He gently squeezed his hand that had recovered as good as new, and with satisfaction, he took it back out of the dungeon. He turned around and looked at his subordinates who were still there, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

“…Gone.” The man in red robe murmured.

"what?"

The man in black robe frowned.

"We don't have many left. That was the last bronze knight." The red-robed man's voice trembled, and his hands hanging at his sides clenched his robe.

"Gone?"

The man in black robe suddenly lost his composure, and his hand, which had just healed, was broken into several more cuts.

"Caster made so many knights, and they're all gone in just three days?!"

Chapter 183 I accidentally used too much force

“是的……Caster一共做了66具骑士。其中19具在前天晚上对未知从者的围剿中被毁坏，42具在昨天晚上追击……那个人的时候被一股不知名的力量炸毁。剩下本来看守高塔的5具骑士今晚派出去了4具在寻找那个人的踪迹，剩下的1具继续看守高塔，刚刚已经尽数被毁坏了。”

The man in the red robe had trembling legs as he spoke tremblingly about the battle damage record of the Bronze Knight.

"..."

The man in black robe was stunned for a moment, sighed somewhat melancholy, and asked:

"What's going on over there in the tower? Who broke in again?"

"We don't know yet. Assassin, who went out to investigate, hasn't sent back any news yet." The red-robed man raised his head slightly and cautiously asked, "Should we ask Caster to make a few more knights now?"

"...No, Caster is about to complete the modification of the Holy Grail's structure. Things over there are more important. Don't send him to do anything else for the time being." The black-robed man pondered for a moment and gave an order, "Stop searching for now and lie dormant. Let Assassin's clones guard the tower."

"Yes, I will arrange it immediately."

“By the way, how’s the progress on Rozier’s side?” The black-robed man had a few more cracks on his hands. He lowered his head slightly and looked at his hands which were constantly shedding chips. He clenched his fists with some trembling and asked.

"Your Excellency, according to the reply from the owl, Rosier has obtained the catalyst for summoning and is rushing here at full speed. He will arrive tomorrow at the latest. Do we need to start the summoning ceremony immediately after he arrives?"

"No, tell him not to worry yet." The black-robed man waved his hand, "Wait until Caster completes the transformation of the Holy Grail before letting him summon it."

"clear."

The man in red robe received the order and left the dark dungeon.

The man in black robe closed the book in his hand, raised his head and stared blankly at the dim light in the dungeon, muttering to himself.

"The stage has been set for you. Please don't let me down, Ethan..."

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"Look."

"God bless me, am I dazzled?"

"A miracle! This is a miracle! It must be a sign from heaven!"

A group of spectators gathered on the sidewalk next to the tower courtyard, talking about something non-stop. A few elderly men even knelt down on the spot and began to pray devoutly.

Ethan, who had just come out of the hotel and was strolling down the street to digest his food, was keenly aware of something unusual and, following the ancestral Chinese instinct to join in the fun, he joined the crowd of onlookers.

The fight last night was really loud. By the time he had fixed the messy courtyard, several residents who had risen early had been attracted by the noise.

Ethan didn't want to be seen by civilians or enemies, so now was not the time to expose himself.

Moreover, if they continued to explore the tower, the alarmed enemy would most likely send people to pursue them. If they continued to fight in the tower, innocent people might be implicated. So Ethan could only decide to retreat first. He snapped his fingers and instantly Apparated back to the bed in the hotel room.

I have to say that Apparition is really useful, mainly because it is silent and invisible, so it is relatively concealed when used, and there is no pre-swing, which makes it the best choice to sell out teammates and run away at a critical moment.

After things here are over, I must study them carefully and try to develop a method to break through the restrictions and perform the Apparition method in the future.

He had originally planned to take a nap, but because he kept thinking about the origin of the black shadow, his frantic brain was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep.

So he could only stare blankly at the bed, and wait until the sun was high in the sky before pretending to have just gotten up and leaving the room. He took the elevator downstairs and walked slowly through the lobby so that the newly replaced receptionist could see him. Then he quickened his pace and walked out of the hotel door, looking for a store to have breakfast.

Some superficial work still needs to be done.

After breakfast, Ethan was bored and strolled on the street to digest his food. He walked to the vicinity of the tower intentionally or unintentionally. After seeing the crowd gathered there, he squeezed in decisively.

"what happened?"

Ethan was flossing his teeth absentmindedly, not knowing to whom he was asking the question.

Sure enough, a nosy voice came from the crowd:

"That tower. The tower has been in disrepair for a long time and has fallen off a few broken bricks every now and then. A while ago, a section of it collapsed due to a snowstorm. But today, for some reason, the collapsed part has been restored and the tower looks like new. Isn't that weird?"

Ethan, who was mixed in the crowd, looked away guiltily.

Maybe I used too much force to recover last night.

However, in this kind of mixed environment, one can observe others better. If the black shadow man from last night was mixed in the crowd, then his reaction would definitely be slightly different from that of ordinary people.

In the minds of irrelevant personnel, there is nothing wrong with the wall, so their eyes will only focus on the tower. As for the shadow man, he will definitely be surprised that the wall, which had a big hole in it last night, is now intact, and then he will turn his eyes to the tower.

That is to say, if among the crowd of people looking up, one gaze stops on the repaired wall, it can still be seen clearly.

So Ethan found a seat by the window on the second floor of a cafe across the street corner. Looking down from upstairs, he could better perceive the angle of vision.

But Ethan sat there until the day grew warmer without noticing anything wrong.

That's not right. Normally, criminals would return to the crime scene to admire their own masterpiece. How could this guy be so calm?

The waiter of the cafe had come over several times to politely remind him that the shop was about to close, and it was not a good idea to keep using tips to extend the time. Ethan could only sigh, reluctantly got up from his seat to pay the bill, and left the cafe with a numb leg.

As usual, we went back to the hotel and waited until late at night before going out to explore the tower.

Just as Ethan was walking back to the entrance of the hotel, he suddenly felt an extremely strong magical fluctuation on the other side of the town, as obvious as the splash caused by throwing a pebble into a calm pond.

Ethan turned around and looked in the direction where the wave came from. It seemed to be coming from an unfinished pier on the seashore.

"Go and see!"

Ethan ran to the parking area in front of the hotel, got on his motorcycle and stepped on the accelerator. The engine of the motorcycle hummed and started running at high speed, carrying him away on the street.

Chapter 184 Open the door and bring warmth to the community!

Although Red Grave City was a city that failed to keep up with the pace of modernization, it did not mean that they were willing to remain complacent and content with the status quo. After tasting the sweetness of several trades with the outside world, the city government waved its hand and began to renovate and expand several seaside docks, intending to build it into a port city for long-term trade with the island of Ireland.

Regardless of whether this change can really achieve the effect they expected, at least they are really trying, right?

When Ethan arrived at the dock, the sun had already sunk below the horizon. The construction workers on the dock had already clocked out and the construction site was now empty.

The rough dirt ground mixed with pre-installed cement powder made a dull creaking sound when stepped on. Ethan slowly approached the wave position on the dock, with the magic wand in his hand ready to go.

The wave was so strong. If the magic fluctuations produced by ordinary spells were like the tiny ripples caused by sand thrown into the water, then the wave just now was like the huge waves splashed by using C4 to fry fish in the pond, which took a long time to calm down.

As for Ethan, if he goes all out, it would be like the Russian bear detonating a Big Ivan at sea.

So even though Ethan came from the other side of the city and spent a lot of time on the road, he could still clearly feel the source of the fluctuation.

"This……"

Ethan stared with wide eyes at the huge pit in front of him that was more than a person deep, with an expression of "Shock My Mom" ​​on his face.

Is this the source of the magic fluctuation?

That's not right. There's no record in the history of magic of any god being able to rub a little boy with his hands.

"The prototype is revealed."

Ethan gently pointed the wand in his hand at the big pit, and a silver-white shadow suddenly appeared above the deep pit.

This is a spell used to detect traces of spells. It was used to successfully detect the hidden door in Gringotts Vault No. 12. In theory, as long as you point a little at the crime scene, you can at least roughly know which spell caused the pit.

So Ethan silently watched the human figure made up of white shadows explode above the deep pit. The shock wave generated blew a hole more than one person deep in the ground under his feet, and a mushroom cloud more than two meters high rose from the bottom of the pit. Then he fell into deep thought with a dark face.

I have never seen this scene before.jpg

Isn't it true that the True Form Revealer can only detect traces of magic?

Is this little human boy magic?

I always feel that the style of painting is getting more and more off track.

It would be better to say that the things I have experienced have never been normal.

Oh, I'm used to it.

Well, since the Holy Grail War has already happened, I can't expect a lucky blue spearman to jump out and fight me next, right? Ahahahahaha...

Just then, a scarlet spear blocked Ethan's way.

Ethan turned around and looked at the blue figure in front of him with a spear pointing at him with a dark face. He almost couldn't help but slap himself in the face.

Why can't I control my mouth?

"What is your business here?"

Ethan swallowed and asked tentatively.

"I just happened to be passing by here. I have no intention of making an enemy of you. Please point it out if I have offended you."

The figure with a faint blue glow did not respond, but attacked directly with the red spear in his hand.

If it was impossible to recognize him because he was glowing and his face was not clearly visible, then the spear in his hand that Ethan was so familiar with was enough to reveal his identity: the magic spear Gáe Bolg, which, after releasing its true name, had a curse that would pierce the opponent's heart when thrust. It was also because of this ability that was almost causal, that the magic spear would automatically fly to the opponent's heart after locking onto the opponent and throwing him, because before the spear was thrown, it had actually hit the heart.

So there is no way to dodge this thing. No matter how hard you try, the magic spear will chase you to the ends of the earth like a tracker with automatic positioning. To avoid Gajeborg, you need the ability to change your fate, that is, luck.

In addition, there is a usage that does not pursue hit rate but only focuses on destructive power. After releasing the curse of Gajeburg with all its strength and throwing it out, a troop can be immediately destroyed with just one hit, which is equivalent to a cluster bomb.

Ethan dodged the first thrust of the spear by leaning sideways, and also saw the true appearance of the blue light on its body.

The blue spearman in front of him was not a physical entity, but an energy body composed of spirit particles, or magic power. Perhaps due to the incomplete summoning ritual, or perhaps the summoner did it on purpose, he became a being similar to a spirit-based shadow. He only had instinctive fighting skills, but no consciousness of his own.

But why would anyone want to pursue mere compliance when there are living people who can adapt to changes? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?