Chapter 67: Comprehend the god-level formation, this is the Zhuxian Formation!
Now that Ron had Bane, the Centaur, a foundation building subordinate, he naturally didn't need to handle many trivial matters himself.
He knew that reasonable division of labor and utilization of resources were key to achieving great things.
So, he summoned Bane, the Centaur, and tasked him with teaching his roommates how to conjure bricks.
Although Bane, the Centaur, was of a different race, he was very intelligent and had a profound understanding of magic.
He patiently explained the principles and methods of conjuring bricks to his roommates, demonstrating the magic spells and gestures over and over again.
Under the careful guidance of Bane, the Centaur, the roommates gradually mastered the skill of conjuring bricks.
They had originally known nothing about this intermediate magic, but with the help of Bane, the Centaur, they successfully conjured bricks.
"Master, your roommates' talent is really not bad!" Bane, the Centaur, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
He had originally thought that only the elites among humans could master this magic, but he didn't expect these ordinary people to be able to do it too.
Ron chuckled slightly at the words and said, "Under my guidance, even a fool will become a genius."
Soon, the roommates got busy, constantly conjuring bricks and contributing their strength to the construction of the cave dwelling.
Of course, mistakes would occasionally occur, but whenever this happened, Bane, the Centaur, would promptly point them out and patiently guide them to correct them.
Seeing that everything was progressing slowly, Ron left.
He slowly walked to the hall of the cave dwelling, his thoughts surging like a turbulent river.
Ron had already made detailed plans and arrangements for the defense of the cave dwelling, but he knew that this was far from enough.
Those Professors at Hogwarts, such as Dumbledore and Snape, were among the best in the magicworld, and their strength was unfathomable.
Once they made a move, even his carefully arranged defenses might instantly collapse.
What's more, the experienced and cunning old Wizards of the Ministry of Magic were as keen as hounds, and the slightest disturbance could alert them.
Ron knew that one must always be on guard against others, and he had to remain vigilant at all times, constantly improving the cave dwelling's defense system.
So, he found paper and pen and began to draw seriously.
Under his pen, complex symbols and patterns gradually emerged.
Just then, a piece of information suddenly flooded into his mind:
["Your comprehension is heaven-defying. By studying array formations, you have comprehended a divine-grade array formation."]
It was truly like a pillow appearing when one was sleepy; this was the confidence brought to me by my heaven-defying comprehension.
Ron's heart was filled with curiosity about the unknown, and he was contemplating which divine-grade array formations could add stronger defensive power to his cave dwelling.
After sifting through numerous array formations, Ron's gaze settled on the "Immortal Slaying Array."
Seeing this array formation, Ron felt truly exhilarated.
Heaven helps me!
This array formation was created by the Tongtian Cult Master, revered as the number one killing array of the Heavenly Dao, dominating the killing power of the Heavenly Dao.
Ron could not possess the original four swords, but with his Supreme Alchemy, it was not difficult to create a set of replicas.
The power of these replicas was far from the original, not even one ten-thousandth.
But for the current cave dwelling, it was already enough.
He decided to personally fell trees for the sword handles and choose the iron ore that the Acromantulahad found yesterday as the material for the sword blades.
Ron arrived at the refining room, which had been completed last night.
He stood before the anvil, swung the heavy hammer, and struck the iron ore repeatedly.
"Clang clang!"
Each strike seemed to resonate with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, gradually removing the impurities from the iron ore.
Sparks scattered on the ground, a beautiful sight.
Ron could also use magic to refine materials.
But he knew that materials refined by physical strength would be more robust and powerful.
magic was merely an aid; true power came from his own hands.
He was willing to spend more time and effort to personally forge the materials needed for his divine-grade array formation.
As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Ron's forehead, but his eyes became even more determined.
Soon, Ron completed the forging of the first sword, which was the "Immortal Slaying Sword"!
The moment the three characters "Immortal Slaying Sword" were inscribed on the sword body, Ron felt his spiritual power drained by an invisible force, merging into the sword, and he felt somewhat exhausted.
"Is this the power of an ancient divine sword?"
Ron muttered to himself, his eyes glinting with surprise.
Just a replica had consumed almost all of his spiritual power, showing how terrifying the power of the original must be.
Despite being utterly exhausted, Ron still persisted in the quenching process.
Sparks flew, the sword body gradually cooled, emitting a faint red glow, like a divine sword reborn from fire.
"The first 'Immortal Slaying Sword' is complete!" Ron gently stroked the sword body, his eyes filled with pride and joy.
Although this sword was only a replica, it already possessed a certain power, enough to become an important part of his cave dwelling's defense.
After a short rest, Ron found that his physical strength had actually increased again.
This was thanks to his cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Body Refining Art; whenever he experienced an extreme challenge, his physical body would undergo a baptism and improvement.
Ron took a deep breath, recovering his energy.
This time, he mobilized all his strength to forge the second sword, and he felt as if he was bathed in flames, his entire body steaming with heat.
He discarded his clothes, working shirtless, and Dragon Elephant tattoos gradually appeared on his body. They flickered in the firelight, appearing even more powerful.
"As long as the Dragon Elephant Body Refining Art is cultivated to thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants, that will be a minor peak of physical body refining!"
Ron muttered in his heart, his hand movements not stopping for a moment.
He knew that every tempering was an ultimate challenge to his physical body and a sharpening of his will.
Soon, the second sword, the "Immortal Slaughtering Sword," was also successfully forged. As blue light flickered, Ron felt his strength completely drained.
But at the same time, his physical body also received unprecedented tempering and improvement. He could clearly feel that his muscles were firmer and his strength was greater.
Ron exhaled a breath of turbid air, a satisfied smile on his face.
He gently placed the two swords on the sword rack, then mentally asked Bane, the Centaur, for the time.
"It's almost five o'clock; the sun is about to set," Bane's voice echoed in Ron's mind.
"Where are my roommates?" Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.
"They're still making bricks over there; they seem to be enjoying the process," Bane replied.
Ron nodded, feeling a hint of relief in his heart.
He knew that his roommates had also put in a lot of effort in the construction of the cave dwelling, and their progress and growth also made him happy.
"You take them back first, and tell them that I won't be returning tonight."
Ron decided to continue refining the remaining two swords tonight to ensure the completeness and power of the Immortal Slaying Array.
"As you command, Master," Bane replied respectfully.
Ron disconnected from Bane in his mind. He stood up and stretched.
He planned to take a hot spring bath, eat something to replenish his energy, and then continue with the refining work.
Chapter 68 Zhu Xian Sword Formation is completed!
Deep within the Forbidden Forest, Ron's cave dwelling was isolated from the world.
Inside the cave's alchemy room, a scorching heat now permeated the air.
The fire on the anvil danced, reflecting off Ron's resolute face.
He held a hammer, striking the sword body repeatedly, each blow accompanied by a shower of sparks.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed within the alchemy room.
This was the third sword Ron had forged—the "Trapping Immortal Sword."
As the refining deepened, the Dragon Elephant tattoo on Ron's body became more prominent, as if a powerful force was surging within him. He was drenched in sweat, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"It seems there are signs of improvement!" Ron murmured to himself, his smile growing wider. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the second layer of the Dragon Elephant Body Refining Art.
In his memory, the Dragon Elephant Body Refining Art had a total of thirteen layers.
Each layer's improvement meant he would possess even greater power.
While the first layer was easy to master, from the second layer onwards, the time and effort required increased exponentially.
However, Ron seemed not to be bound by this rule.
His comprehension was heaven-defying, and he was already close to breaking through the second layer in a short amount of time.
This speed filled Ron with anticipation for his future.
For ordinary people, cultivating to the thirteenth layer of the "Dragon Elephant Body Refining Art" would take a thousand years.
But for him, it might only be a fleeting year or two.
Ron took a deep breath and continued to immerse himself in the work of alchemy.
Soon, after Ron's skillful tempering, the "Trapping Immortal Sword" was successfully forged, its blade emanating a dazzling light.
Immediately after, Ron followed suit, successfully crafting another "Extinguishing Immortal Sword."
These two swords lay side by side, radiating brilliant light and shining brightly, filling Ron with joy.
He gazed at the replicas of the Immortal Execution Four Swords before him, and a thought involuntarily arose in his mind.
"Even the replicas are so extraordinary; if they were the genuine articles..." Ron murmured to himself, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, "They would surely be peerless divine weapons capable of slaying gods and demons!"
At this thought, Ron took a deep breath, calming his excited emotions.
He picked up the four swords, preparing to go to the edge of his territory to set up the sword formation.
Ron, holding two swords in each hand, walked lightly through the underground cave and emerged onto the surface.
Bane the Centaur was still there, directing the spiders in their busy work.
Seeing Ron approach with four swords in hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a hint of surprise on his face.
"Master, what are those in your hand?" Bane the Centaur asked curiously.
"These are swords I just forged," Ron replied with a light chuckle.
"What? You forged these?" Bane the Centaur's face showed astonishment.
He carefully examined the four swords, seeing their blades gleam with a cold light and exude a compelling sword aura, clearly not ordinary items.
"Humans can actually forge such powerful swords? Isn't this something only the Goblin race is good at?" Bane the Centaur continued, his tone filled with doubt.
Ron smiled faintly, shaking his head dismissively.
He didn't explain further, simply ignoring the Centaur's incredulous expression.
Then, he walked to the eastern side of his territory, which was his chosen location for placing the "Immortal Execution Sword."
Ron intended to arrange the formation according to the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams.
He placed the "Immortal Execution Sword" down, slowly infusing his spiritual power into it.
As the spiritual power was injected, the "Immortal Execution Sword" seemed to awaken, trembling slightly, then slowly floating up, suspended in the air, emitting a faint cold light.
Immediately after, Ron walked to the west, south, and north directions respectively, placing the remaining three swords one by one.
With each sword he placed, he established a mysterious connection with these precious swords.
After completing all of this, Ron returned to his underground cave.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to chant softly: "I am the direction, I am fortune and misfortune, all things in the four directions, all are my one."
As he chanted, a mysterious aura began to permeate the cave, and the entire space trembled with his voice.
Soon, a complex and profound Eight Trigrams formation spread out from Ron as its center, diffusing in all directions until it reached the boundaries of the cave.
At the same time, the four precious swords located in the four directions also began to emit dazzling light. These lights soared into the sky, enveloping the entire territory in a mysterious glow.
The eight characters of Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui flashed with golden light around the territory, as if the laws of heaven and earth had been awakened at this moment.
However, these characters quickly disappeared into the light, as if they had never appeared, leaving only the four rays of light still shining in the air.
At this moment, the "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation" was complete.
Ron could control this sword formation at will from any place within his territory.
Whether for attack or defense, this sword formation could unleash astonishing power.
What pleased Ron even more was that he discovered this sword formation could also slowly nourish the spiritual power of the area.
This meant that his subordinates cultivating in this territory would see a significant improvement in their strength.
This undoubtedly provided strong support for the expansion of Ron's forces.
Who wouldn't desire powerful subordinates?
Ron knew that this "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation" would help him establish himself in the Forbidden Forest and even reach higher peaks.
Ron organized his thoughts; his current work was not yet finished.
His cave dwelling had been properly protected, but there was an even more crucial task awaiting him.
That was to utilize the "Soul Binding" technique.
He planned to meticulously prepare these materials one by one in the coming night to ensure everything was foolproof.
The three key items required for "Soul Binding"—a token, incense, and an altar—Ron had prepared with great care.
Ron then began to refine the token and the altar.
With the enhancement of his Supreme Alchemy, he found it even easier to refine these items.
Not to mention his Supreme Alchemy.
He chose dark wood from the Forbidden Forest to craft the token.
The Forbidden Forest's perpetual darkness had imbued some of its plants and minerals with a hint of Dark Arts.
This dark wood was hard and contained a trace of Dark Arts, making it very suitable for making tokens.
After crafting the token, Ron had an epiphany, and he carved four characters onto it: "Ron's Edict."
As Ron carved the last stroke, he suddenly felt a pain in his soul.
But he didn't pay much attention to it, just gently shook his head, casting the feeling aside.
Ron carefully examined the token he had made, feeling quite pleased with it.
It emitted a faint black glow.
Next, Ron set about making the altar.
He chose a cauldron-like form for the altar; the entire altar exuded black mist, and its surroundings were inscribed with Ron's carefully designed runes.
These runes shimmered with an eerie light, adding a touch of mystery to the entire altar.
Additionally, Ron also made some sandalwood as incense.
When Ron needed to make a large amount of sandalwood, he found that making it by hand was indeed a bit troublesome.
He couldn't help but think: "If only I had an alchemist friend, then I could make these items more efficiently."
After completing the incense, Ron picked up the previously prepared cinnabar and drew several talismans as a contingency.
These talismans might play an unexpected role at a critical moment.
After all this, Ron was utterly exhausted.
He planned to soak in the hot spring for a while to relax his body and mind, then return to school.
Chapter 69 Going to the Library
Deep within the Forbidden Forest, inside Ron's underground dwelling, a pool of hot spring water shimmered with mist, resembling a fairyland on Earth.
Ron lay quietly in the hot spring, allowing the warm water to envelop his body, washing away fatigue and dust.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment; the midday sun filtered through a crack in the dwelling's roof, casting dappled golden light on the surface of the spring water.
Ron's eyes were closed, his breathing steady and deep, as if he were merging with the spiritual energy of the world.
After a long while, Ron slowly opened his eyes, which gleamed with a sharp light.
He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, expelling all impurities from his body.
Then, he perked up, and his whole being became vibrant.
Ron habitually checked his panel, which displayed:
Name: Ron Weasley
Race: Human
Level: 8th Layer Qi Practitioner / LV20 Wizard
Talent: Heaven-Defying Comprehension
Bloodline: Innate Dao Body, Weasley Hidden Bloodline (Unlock Progress 5%)
Divine Abilities: All Low-Tier magic
4th Tier: Occlumency, 5th Tier: Nebula Swordplay, Swimming Dragon Body Technique, 6th Tier: "Soul Binding", Seventy-Two Earth Fiend Arts - False Form, Supreme-Grade Tai Chi Breathing Method
9th Tier: The Great Dream Breathing Technique, Dragon-Elephant Body Tempering Art
Magical Artifacts: gryffindor sword, merlin card (Recharging), Four Immortal Slaying Swords, Spider Demon Robe, 'Soul Control' Three-Piece Set
Skills: Elementary Alchemy, Supreme Alchemy, Supreme Talisman Crafting, God-level Beast Control Technique, God-level Culinary Arts
Ron nodded with satisfaction; his strength had improved again.
His gaze lingered on the panel, suddenly stopping at the line "Weasley Hidden Bloodline (Unlock Progress 5%)".
He was a little confused; this Hidden Bloodline had shown no activity before, so why was it suddenly starting to unlock now?
Ron pondered for a moment, a thought flashing through his mind: "Could it be from using the merlin card last time?"
He remembered feeling a powerful surge of energy enter his body when he used that mysterious card. Could that energy be related to this Hidden Bloodline?
Ron shook his head, knowing these questions couldn't be answered right now.
He stood up, like a giant dragon just awakening.
As he emerged from the hot spring, each step was accompanied by the surging power within his body. He could feel his strength continuously growing.
He quickly put on his clothes, tidied his belongings, and prepared to return to the school.
Before leaving, Ron did not forget to give the Acromantulas orders to repair the dwelling, ensuring his territory remained safe and secure.
He mounted Thestral, followed by the respectful Centaur Bane and a group of Acromantulas.
These creatures looked at him with an almost worshipful gaze, as if bidding farewell to a true king.
"When the Master was here, I didn't even dare to breathe." Bane complained to the Acromantulas.
Though the giant spiders couldn't speak, they all nodded, indicating they deeply shared the sentiment.
"Phew, if the Master were an opponent, it would be unimaginable."
Bane dismissed that terrifying thought from his mind, recalling the moment he had no choice but to surrender to Ron, a memory that still sent shivers down his spine.
Soon, Ron arrived at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest.
He leaped off Thestral, gently patting its head.
Thestral nuzzled Ron docilely.
Ron waved goodbye to Thestral and turned to leave the Forbidden Forest.
He walked on the path leading to the Castle, his mind filled with contemplation.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
After a careful recollection, he suddenly understood—he hadn't refined the elixirs yet!
There were simply too many things to do every day.
Ron sighed, thinking that he still needed to go to the library later to research King Arthur and Merlin.
These historical figures and mysterious powers seemed to be intricately linked to him, and he had to understand them as soon as possible.
"Phew, is this the price of being a king?" Ron chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Soon, Ron arrived at the Great Hall, just in time for lunch.
As Ron strolled through the Great Hall, he inadvertently caught sight of Hermione sitting at a dining table.
His heart stirred, and he walked directly towards her.
"What delicious things are you eating, hmm?" Ron walked up to Hermione and gently patted her back.
Hermione, immersed in her food, was startled by the unexpected pat, her body trembled slightly, and her fork almost fell to the ground.
She quickly looked up, saw it was Ron, and a flicker of surprise in her eyes quickly turned to joy, her bright eyes scanning Ron.
"Oh! Just some bread and fried chicken or something." Hermione said, continuing to savor her food, "The school always has these; I'm tired of them." Her tone carried a hint of helplessness and complaint.
Ron smiled and pulled out the chair next to Hermione, then sat down.
He looked at her, his eyes gleaming with seriousness: "Then I'll cook for you from now on?"
Hermione heard this and a playful smile appeared on her lips:
"Really? You can cook?" She clearly didn't believe that the usually carefree Ron would patiently cook.
Ron chuckled, seemingly unconcerned by her skepticism: "If you don't believe me, I'll cook for you later."
Hermione blinked, saying she didn't believe him, but secretly she began to anticipate it.
She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Alright. By the way, where were you yesterday? I didn't see you all day."
Ron smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping her in suspense: "I won't tell you."
Hermione pouted, grumbling a little unhappily: "If you won't tell me, then don't. Who wants to know anyway?"
She said this, but Ron's words had piqued her curiosity.
Ron didn't continue the topic and instead began to concentrate on eating.
He was truly starving, practically shoveling food into his mouth bite after bite.
Hermione watched his ravenous eating and couldn't help but laugh: "Eat slowly, no one's going to steal your food."
Ron looked up and winked at her: "You'll find out next weekend."
After finishing his meal, Ron, while clearing the dishes, suggested to Hermione: "Library later?"
Hermione heard this and raised an eyebrow slightly, asking with a skeptical tone:
"You actually know you should go to the library?"
In her impression, Ron always seemed to avoid the library, preferring to wander around campus or play with friends.
Seeing this, Ron chuckled softly and explained:
"Really, I have something to look up, and I'll need your help later, won't I?"
His eyes showed sincerity, as if he truly had something important to resolve.
Hermione's heart stirred, thinking: Hmph, so you do have times when you need me.
Though she didn't say it aloud, she felt a subtle sense of triumph.
So, she readily agreed: "Then it's a deal, after I help you look things up, you have to teach me a few spells!"
Ron nodded without hesitation: "Alright, any spells you want, just say the word, and I'll teach you."
He naturally didn't think much of the spells in the lower-grade textbooks; teaching Hermione a few spells would be incredibly easy.
Upon hearing this, Hermione's face broke into a satisfied smile; she felt she had finally got Ron where she wanted him.
The two then walked together towards the library.
Along the way, bright sunlight filtered through the gaps in the windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.
Ron's face was also beaming with a sunny smile, looking exceptionally handsome.
Hermione secretly looked up and glanced at Ron several times, inwardly praising: Ron is really handsome!
She found that her fondness for Ron seemed to have increased by a few points.
Chapter 70 The Mystery of Avalon
Hogwarts' library was on the second floor, and Hermione and Ron finally arrived there after navigating winding staircases and long corridors.
"Wow, so this is the library!" Ron exclaimed, carefully observing the neatly arranged rows of bookshelves before him.
The shelves were filled with all sorts of books, from ancient magic to modern magic theories, everything imaginable.
Ron thought to himself, 'It's a bit like a scripture repository.'
Throughout the library, a soft and thick red carpet covered the floor.
On this red carpet, desks were neatly arranged, with students either deep in thought or writing furiously.
The bookshelves crisscrossed, forming labyrinthine passages that made one eager to explore this sea of books.
Looking at the scene before him, Ron felt a little lost.
He didn't know which shelf contained the book he was looking for.
"With so many bookshelves, where should I even start?" he mused to himself.
At this moment, Hermione's voice rang out beside him: "Hmph, tell me, what information are you looking for? I've been here many times and I'm quite familiar with these bookshelves." She said with full confidence.
Ron, however, waved his hand and said indifferently, "No hurry, I'll look around myself first."
He planned to browse roughly on his own first, to see if he could find any clues.
Hermione saw Ron's serious expression and said nothing more.
She followed beside Ron, observing the surroundings while waiting for his response.
In a corner of the library, a bubbling Invigoration Draught caught their attention; it was prepared for students who wished to refresh their minds and was free to take.
Looking at the bubbling liquid, Ron couldn't help but recall his past life, staying up late to study for exams.
"Seriously, what book are you looking for?" Hermione finally couldn't help but ask again.
Ron stopped his hurried steps, turned to Hermione, a slight smile playing on his lips, and casually asked, "Avalon, do you know that name?"
Upon hearing this, Hermione's brows furrowed slightly, as if she wasn't familiar with the name.
She tried hard to recall the books she had read, attempting to find clues about Avalon within them.
Although she was widely read, the name still felt foreign to her.
"This... I'll be honest with you, I really don't know much about it," Hermione said frankly, "However, it sounds like it might have some connection to celtic mythology."
Ron nodded, somewhat agreeing with Hermione's guess.
"celtic mythology... it's certainly possible," he murmured to himself, then turned and walked towards the section where History of Magic books were kept.
Ron's comprehension was extraordinary, but he wasn't omniscient.
He stood before the bookshelf, gazing at the neatly arranged rows of books, his heart filled with anticipation.
There were five rows of bookshelves in total, stretching for several meters from one end to the other, filled with all kinds of History of Magic books.
Ron started from the first row, picking up and flipping through books one by one.
His reading speed was unusual; he wasn't meticulously reading page by page or sentence by sentence, nor was he quickly flipping through pages.
Instead, he could grasp the general idea by simply glancing at the content.
His gaze swept rapidly across the pages, as if he could see through their content at a glance.
Soon, Ron finished one book.
He gently put it down and picked up another to continue reading.
Hermione stood by, watching Ron flip through books so quickly, and couldn't help but frown.
"Can you really finish them all by reading like that?" she couldn't help but ask.
Ron smiled calmly and replied, "Isn't this simple?"
Quickly understanding the content of books was truly a piece of cake.
Relying on his extraordinary comprehension, he could quickly grasp the key points of a book and understand its essence.
Even for many subjects he didn't know, he could always find a way to quickly master them.
"Ron, then tell me, what was that book mainly about?" Hermione picked up the book he had just finished from the shelf.
Ron was engrossed in reading another new book, yet he still spared a sliver of attention and briefly summarized the content of the book in Hermione's hand.
His narration was concise and to the point.
Listening to Ron's explanation, a hint of suspicion flashed in Hermione's eyes, "You haven't read this book before, have you?"
As she spoke, she began to flip through the book in her hand, wanting to verify Ron's words.
However, by the time Ron had almost finished browsing all the books in the first row, Hermione had only finished half of the book in her hand.
She couldn't help but be surprised by Ron's reading speed.
Ron walked over to Hermione, a half-smile playing on his lips, "Well, have you finished?" he asked.
Hermione looked up at Ron, a surprised expression on her face, "Not yet, but everything you said earlier was correct." She said, still flipping through the book.
At this moment, Hermione began to realize that the gap between her and Ron seemed to be growing wider.
Just in terms of reading speed, she was far inferior to Ron.
This made her feel a little frustrated, and she pouted, putting the book back on the shelf.
"Then what did you ask me to come here for?" Hermione asked, a little confused.
Ron pointed to another bookshelf nearby, "You go over there and look, maybe you can find celtic mythology." As he spoke, he picked up a book from the second row and began to read it intently.
Hermione nodded after hearing him, turned, and walked towards the nearby bookshelf, beginning to look through it.
Ron gradually felt that the books in the Hogwarts library were numerous and complex in content, and simply looking at titles was not enough to fully understand them.
To truly grasp the essence of a book, one still needed to read its content in depth.
A thought stirred in his mind, and he snapped his fingers.
The books on the second-floor shelves seemed to respond to some call, flying out and hovering in the air.
Several books automatically opened, their pages rapidly turning before Ron, as if an invisible force was controlling them.
This scene caught the attention of passersby.
Seeing the books flying before Ron and the rapidly turning pages, they were all astonished, their mouths agape.
"Wow, what's that guy doing?" someone couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hmph, I think he's just putting on a show." Someone sneered and walked away dismissively.
"Can he even understand it like that? With so many books flipping at once, wouldn't it be dizzying?" another person questioned.
Ron was deaf to these idle remarks.
He was fully focused on reading the turning pages; these books didn't directly mention Avalon, but he gained more knowledge about this world from them.
For example, one book mentioned that Merlin was from Slytherin, which surprised Ron and led him to think more about the relationships between the houses.
Ron recalled what the Sorting Hat had once said: "I see the shadows of the four original founders in you."
What exactly did that sentence mean?
Just then, Hermione's voice interrupted Ron's thoughts.
"Look, Ron! I found information about Avalon!" She excitedly walked over with a book, a joyful smile on her face.
Ron immediately put down the books in his hand, took the book Hermione handed him, and began to read it carefully.
Chapter 71 Avalon and the Knights of the Round Table
Ron took the book, seeing the title "The Legend of King Arthur" embossed in gold on the cover. The entire cover was meticulously crafted from parchment, feeling soft and ancient to the touch.
He gently flipped through the pages, and casually asked, "Where did you find this book?"
Hermione leaned closer, pointing towards the bookshelf, "Just on that shelf over there. I searched for quite a while."
"Can you flip the pages a little slower?" Hermione said with a slight hint of reproach, worried that Ronmight miss important information if he went too fast.
Ron smiled helplessly, "Alright, alright, we'll read slowly."
He led Hermione to a spacious desk, and the two sat side by side, beginning to read patiently.
Hermione read word by word:
"The Round Table Knight were a group of excellent knights led by the legendary British monarch, Arthur…"
Reading this, Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself:
Could Merlin, that old man, want me to summon a new group of Round Table Knight? But how exactly am I supposed to do that?
This thought flashed through Ron's mind, but he didn't voice it immediately, instead continuing to read quietly.
Hermione continued to read: "Legend has it that King Arthur's knights numbered as many as 150 at their peak. These knights charged into battle and discussed affairs around the Round Table…"
Hearing this, Ron couldn't help but interject, "What? 150 Round Table Knight?" His tone was full of surprise. Then, another thought surged into his mind: Could Merlin really want me to gather 150 Round Table Knight? What could this possibly mean?
The two continued reading, and soon gained a general understanding of King Arthur's life and deeds.
Hermione continued to read the contents of the book, her voice filled with awe:
"Avalon, that was King Arthur's final resting place, a paradise existing in the afterlife. There, nine fairies loyally guarded this sacred land."
Ron's heart rippled after hearing this.
He thought: Does Merlin believe I am still in Avalon? This thought left him somewhat confused.
Hermione continued to read:
"In the lake of Avalon, there lies a King's Sword, the holy sword King Arthur received from the Lady of the Lake. This sword was meticulously crafted by elves in Avalon, its hilt shining with golden light, its handle inlaid with brilliant gems, and its blade incredibly sharp, cutting through iron like mud."
Hearing this, Hermione suddenly remembered something.
She looked at Ron and said, "Ron, I remember you also have a sword, but it seems to be slightly inferior compared to this King's Sword."
Ron shrugged, responding with a smile: "Naturally, this is a legendary treasure sword, so it's bound to be extraordinary."
However, a strong anticipation surged in his heart: How powerful would I become if I could obtain this King's Sword?
Hermione continued to read the legends in the book:
"It is said that the dying King Arthur was carried by three mysterious fairies on a boat to Avalon, and there are rumors that he was finally buried there. However, his people firmly believe that King Arthurdid not truly die, and that he will return at some point to save the world from peril. And that King's Sword also eventually disappeared into the depths of the lake, awaiting the arrival of its fated owner."
As Hermione finished reading the book, Ron's mind suddenly cleared.
He suddenly realized: Merlin had mistakenly taken him for King Arthur, believing his true self was still in Avalon, and hoped he would gather the Round Table Knight.
This thought, however, gave Ron a headache.
He thought: The key is, where am I supposed to find these Round Table Knight?
Ron had finished reading "The Legend of King Arthur" and had gained a deep understanding of King Arthur's deeds.
He let out a soft sigh, his heart filled with questions.
Even if he knew so much about King Arthur, what good was it?
As for Merlin's instruction for him to find the Round Table Knight, Ron decided to put it aside for now and not dwell on it too much.
Seeing Ron let out a long sigh, Hermione asked curiously:
"You understand King Arthur's deeds, are you really planning to search for Avalon?"
Ron shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "I was just casually reading, don't overthink it."
He didn't continue to explain to Hermione, because such legendary matters, even if he told her, she might not fully understand.
Hermione seemed a little disappointed, and she then asked with anticipation, "When are you going to teach me new spells then? I've been waiting for a long time."
Ron thought for a moment and replied, "Next weekend, let's go back to the dormitory first to organize our thoughts."
He planned to go back to the dormitory to carefully organize his thoughts and see if he could find any inspiration from King Arthur's deeds.
Although Hermione felt Ron's answer was a bit perfunctory, she still accepted it.
She looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was getting late.
Ron also noticed this, and he pointed to the clock and said to Hermione, "Look, the library closes at eight. You wouldn't want to be caught by the teachers for not returning to the dormitory, would you?" He smiled faintly.
Hermione nodded, still a little unwilling, but accepted Ron's explanation.
Ron picked up "The Legend of King Arthur," greeted the librarian, and then the two left the library.
The two chatted as they walked, and Ron's wit and humor made Hermione laugh heartily.
Ron's cultivation at the seventh layer of Qi Refinement allowed him to keenly sense a trace of abnormality.
He felt that someone was secretly watching and following him.
So, he stopped, clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze like a torch, and said to the air, "Friend, since you're here, come out and show yourself."
At this moment, an eerie laugh echoed in the empty corridor, heard but unseen.
"Hehehehe…" The laughter seemed to come from all directions, sending chills down one's spine.
Hermione felt this eerie atmosphere, and a wave of fear involuntarily surged within her.
She tightly gripped Ron's clothes, asking nervously, "Ron, who is it? That laugh is so terrifying."
Ron already had the answer in his heart; he said calmly, "It's Peeves. That guy can turn invisible."
He had originally intended to go find trouble with Peeves, but he didn't expect the fellow to deliver himself right to him.
No sooner had he spoken than staffs flew out of thin air, heading towards Ron.
Ron was quick-witted, his body moved, and the Swimming Dragon Body Technique instantly activated.
His figure weaved through the corridor like a swimming dragon, easily dodging the staff attacks.
Immediately after, his figure flashed, and he actually caught each of the staffs in his hands.
"Quite impressive, aren't you?" Peeves's sly voice rang out again, with a hint of provocation and mockery.
Hermione watched dumbfounded; she completely didn't understand how Ron managed to be so fast.
Meanwhile, Ron sneered inwardly. He decided to no longer hold back and directly use thunderous methods.
He planned to use the 'Soul Manipulation' technique to stop Peeves from being so arrogant.
Chapter 72: Bloody Baron vs. Peeves
Hogwarts, eighth-floor corridor.
Ron stood there, clutching his backpack filled with various items he had crafted in the cave.
"Whew, it's finally time to use 'Soul Binding,'" Ron murmured, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
A week had passed since he acquired this divine ability.
He had been diligently practicing and mastering it, and now it was finally time to put it into practice.
Hermione stood beside Ron, a worried expression on her face.
She looked down the corridor, feeling an invisible pressure.
"Ron, are you sure?" she asked softly.
Ron nodded, but a hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
He knew this task wouldn't be easy, but they had to face it.
"Peeves can turn invisible…" Hermione continued, her voice filled with apprehension.
Just then, a ghost suddenly flew over, interrupting their conversation.
"Oh, are you trying to deal with Peeves?" Sir Nicholas, the ghost, floated before them, asking curiously.
Ron and Hermione nodded, saying nothing more.
Sir Nicholas frowned and advised, "I wouldn't recommend it. Peeves is becoming increasingly lawless. Perhaps you could call The Bloody Baron for help."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a shrill voice suddenly rang out: "Hey, old man, are you here to cause trouble?"
Ron and Hermione immediately looked around warily, but still couldn't see Peeves.
Sir Nicholas shrugged, saying helplessly, "Children, I must be going. See you next time."
With that, he transformed into a ghostly light and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"That guy, wasn't he just here for fun?" Hermione stomped her delicate leather shoes in annoyance, her brows furrowed, "Shouldn't we still ask The Bloody Baron to come over? He might be able to deal with this troublemaker."
Ron shook his head, a calm tone in his voice: "Actually, there's no need to alarm The Bloody Baron."
Just then, Peeves' eerie laughter rang out again, seemingly coming from all directions:
"Oh? Do you really think The Bloody Baron can deal with me? What a joke."
Suddenly, a low, powerful voice came from a distance: "Really? I'd like to see how powerful this troublemaker is."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Sir Nicholas returning, accompanied by a blood-soaked, grim-faced figure—it was The Bloody Baron.
Sir Nicholas and The Bloody Baron arrived together, adding a sense of solemnity to the already mysterious corridor.
The Bloody Baron was covered in blood, looking chilling.
Hermione's spirits, which had been low, revived the moment she saw The Bloody Baron, her eyes sparkling with hope: "Look, The Bloody Baron is here! We're saved!"
Ron didn't insist on taking action himself; he wanted to see how the legendary The Bloody Baronwould deal with Peeves.
Just then, the sound in the air gradually became clearer, as if an invisible force was gathering.
As the sound grew louder, a short, hat-wearing figure gradually appeared.
He looked small and cunning, and it was none other than the troublesome Peeves.
"We meet again, my old friend," Peeves said, taking off his hat and bowing slightly, a playful look on his face.
The Bloody Baron glared, roaring like thunder: "What tricks are you playing now? Haven't I warned you not to bully first-year small wizards?"
Peeves laughed heartily, completely unconcerned by The Bloody Baron's anger: "Hahahaha, I, Peeves, have always acted as I please; why should I explain myself to others?"
The Bloody Baron's temper instantly ignited. He strode forward, his figure moving swiftly through the air, and in a flash, he was in front of Peeves.
He widened his eyes, glaring at the troublemaker.
Seeing this, Sir Nicholas smiled and said to Ron and Hermione: "Trust The Bloody Baron, children. He can definitely deal with this troublemaker."
Hermione nodded; she felt that while The Bloody Baron looked a bit bloody, he seemed like a trustworthy person.
However, Ron remained skeptical, knowing how powerful Peeves' invisibility spell was, and that The Bloody Baron might not be able to do anything to him.
"Can The Bloody Baron really do it?" Ron couldn't help but ask.
Sir Nicholas glared at Ron with some displeasure: "Just believe it, child. Don't underestimate The Bloody Baron."
Just then, The Bloody Baron's large hand was about to touch Peeves, but Peeves suddenly disappeared.
His playful voice came from the air: "Hey, I'm here, big guy!"
Everyone looked up, only to see Peeves standing above their heads, smiling triumphantly.
The Bloody Baron's anger grew even fiercer. He directly soared into the air, flying swiftly towards Peeves on the chandelier.
Peeves stood on the chandelier, looking at The Bloody Baron with a defiant expression, showing no intention of dodging.
The Bloody Baron felt a surge of joy. He grabbed Peeves and sneered: "Hmph, trying to escape? Not so easy!"
Peeves suddenly cried out: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, Brother Baron! Please let me go!"
Seeing this, Sir Nicholas's face was beaming with joy, and he said to Ron and Hermione:
"I told you, children, The Bloody Baron handles Peeves with ease. Now you can rest assured."
However, Ron's brows were tightly furrowed; he sensed something was amiss.
If Peeves was really that easy to deal with, other small wizards would have subdued him long ago, so why wait for The Bloody Baron to act?
Although Hermione was also smiling, seeing Ron's expression, she couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Look, we're saved. But Ron, why do you look unhappy?"
Ron shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself: Things are far from that simple.
Just as The Bloody Baron grabbed Peeves and was about to take him away, Peeves in his hand suddenly disappeared.
Peeves' playful laughter came from the air: "I'm here, idiot!"
Everyone looked up, only to see Peeves had nimbly flown to the top of The Bloody Baron's head.
He suddenly struck, covering The Bloody Baron's blood-red eyes.
The Bloody Baron roared, but found that he couldn't break free from the troublemaker's entanglement.
Peeves laughed triumphantly: "Hmph, you didn't really think I couldn't beat you, did you? I was just playing with you earlier!" Although The Bloody Baron was a ghost and couldn't touch solid objects, such a predicament still greatly surprised the small wizards present.
They watched helplessly as The Bloody Baron lost his direction in the air, unable to do anything.
Peeves seemed even more pleased. He became ruthless and said coldly: "I've been annoyed with you for a long time."
With that, he delivered a fierce blow, directly knocking The Bloody Baron unconscious.
The Bloody Baron's body instantly lost control, plummeting straight down from the eighth floor until he disappeared from everyone's sight.
Watching this scene, Sir Nicholas and Hermione were stunned.
They hadn't expected Peeves to be so powerful, that even The Bloody Baron was no match for him.
Peeves grinned slyly at Ron and Hermione: "Next, it's your turn, little brats."
Chapter 73 Soul Binding
"Weren't you quite vocal just now? Huh? Speak up, Sir Nicholas!" Peeves mocked Sir Nicholas, who was trembling, with a rampant expression.
Sir Nicholas had originally thought that calling The Bloody Baron would easily solve the problem, but he hadn't expected things to escalate to this point.
"Then I won't bother you, I'm leaving."
Sir Nicholas now only wanted to escape this dangerous situation as quickly as possible.
He unhesitatingly abandoned Ron and Hermione, turned, and ran.
"Trying to run? Too late."
Peeves sneered and instantly apparated into Sir Nicholas's escape path.
Sir Nicholas turned his head, saw no one chasing him, and just caught his breath.
Peeves's voice then coldly rang in his ear: "What are you saying, old man?"
Sir Nicholas looked up in horror, only to see Peeves already standing in front of him.
He cried out in terror: "What, how did you appear in front of me?"
"No, don't hit me, I was wrong." Sir Nicholas immediately begged for mercy, but Peeves had no pity whatsoever.
"I'll let you run, I'll let you run." Peeves said, punching and kicking Sir Nicholas.
Sir Nicholas groaned in pain, continuously begging for mercy: "I won't dare again, I won't dare again."
Watching the scene unfold before her, Hermione was too scared to speak.
She clutched Ron's arm tightly and said with a trembling voice: "Ron, what should we do?"
Ron sneered, thinking to himself: Since you're being so excessive, don't force me to use "Soul Binding".
He took a deep breath, preparing to deal with this arrogant Peeves.
"Hey, Peeves, your opponent is me." Ron's lips curved into a slight smile, his gaze firmly fixed on Peeves.
"Alright, I'm coming."
Peeves put down Sir Nicholas, who had already fainted, his eyes gleaming with a challenging light.
"I'd like to see what methods you have." Peeves said with an indifferent expression.
Ron was unfazed; he slowly opened his backpack and took out the altar token and incense.
This series of actions made Peeves a little curious, but he still maintained his mocking smile.
"You don't seriously think these things can deal with me, do you, hmm?" Peeves said playfully.
Ron chuckled and replied: "Why do you talk so much!"
He lit three sticks of incense and gently placed them on the altar.
As the smoke curled upwards, Ron channeled his spiritual energy, quietly placing the gryffindor swordbeside the altar.
Hermione looked at Ron's actions and asked with a puzzled expression: "Ron, what are you…?"
Ron blinked, smiling mysteriously: "Don't rush, just watch."
As the sandalwood burned, its scent permeated the air, carrying a distant and tranquil aura.
Ron let out a furious roar, his voice echoing through the entire corridor:
"Heaven and Earth's profound origin, all laws return to the heart. Spiritual souls gather form, heed my command. "Soul Binding" and locking souls, dispatching generals and driving spirits. Yin and Yang converge, ghosts and gods all listen. Spiritual generals arrive swiftly, assist me in subduing demons. Peeves, come!"
His voice conveyed an undeniable majesty, as if the entire space vibrated with his words.
Following his furious roar, a gust of Cold Wind (yin wind) suddenly swept in, rolling and surging, as if to envelop the entire eighth-floor corridor.
This Cold Wind (yin wind) not only isolated the corridor from the outside world but also brought a chilling aura, causing people to involuntarily feel a tremor in their hearts.
Under the gust of this Cold Wind (yin wind), Ron suddenly felt as if he was in a high hall, looking down at everything below.
He could clearly see Peeves's panicked expression and feel Hermione's helpless tension.
"Ron, what is this, where is this wind coming from?" Hermione asked with a trembling voice, her eyes filled with fear and unease.
"Don't be afraid." Ron comforted softly, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.
He knew this was the Cold Wind (yin wind) he had summoned, and it was the divine ability he was about to unleash.
At the same time, Peeves also felt that something was wrong.
He had originally wanted to continue mocking Ron, but at this moment, he felt a great terror Attack(assault) him.
He tried to struggle, tried to run, but the Cold Wind (yin wind) seemed to have an invisible force, firmly locking him in place.
Just then, four golden-armored divine beings suddenly appeared in the corridor.
They held long swords, wore iron chains around their waists, and carried a murderous aura, as if they were deities from another world.
Their appearance made Peeves even more terrified and Hermione utterly astonished.
These four golden-armored divine beings were the spiritual generals Ron had summoned; they would lend him a hand in confronting this arrogant Peeves.
"I am Peeves, who can harm me, who dares to harm me!"
Peeves widened his eyes, looking at the golden-armored divine being holding the iron chain, his face filled with disdain and arrogance.
Having been accustomed to wreaking havoc at Hogwarts, he naturally wasn't willing to be captured so easily.
With a thought, he immediately used his invisibility spell, and his figure quickly disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Peeves secretly rejoiced, thinking he had successfully escaped, and quickly ran towards the outer side of the corridor.
However, he didn't realize that even the most skillful invisibility spell was as clear as daylight in the eyes of Ron and the golden-armored divine beings.
It was just that his figure had become blurry, turning into a shadow.
"That shadow is…" Hermione pointed at the shadow, a hesitant expression on her face.
"That's right, that's Peeves." Ron said indifferently, having a clear understanding of Peeves's movements.
"His invisibility spell is useless?" Hermione asked in surprise.
Ron's expression was calm, but his heart was surging like waves.
He did feel that dealing with Peeves this time was a bit overkill; the power of the golden-armored divine beings he summoned to deal with Peeves was purely like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
The golden-armored divine beings stood in place, like statues, but their movements were swift and precise.
Their iron chains suddenly whipped forward, four golden long chains drawing dazzling arcs in the air, then accurately and flawlessly ensnared Peeves's body.
Peeves felt the restraint and immediately became furious; he struggled desperately, trying to escape the golden chains' hold.
"As long as… I reach that spot." Peeves looked at the wall in front of him, calculating that as long as he touched the wall, he could use his invisibility spell to pass through it and escape.
However, he didn't know that this space was already under Ron's control.
To the outside world, it still appeared empty, but everything happening inside was enough to shock the world.
Ron noticed that the golden-armored divine beings had successfully ensnared Peeves, and he quietly ordered: "Bring him up."
As his words fell, the golden-armored divine beings began to pull the iron chains.
The chains made a piercing grinding sound in the air, tightening more and more, binding Peeves so he couldn't move.
Peeves felt an unprecedented sense of oppression; he felt he was about to break free, but that last bit of distance was like a chasm, impossible to cross.
The golden-armored divine beings mercilessly dragged Peeves, as if dragging a dead dog.
They dragged Peeves all the way to Ron's front, then stopped, silent, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
The murderous aura emanating from them made Peeves tremble with fear; he knew he was completely under Ron's control.
With just one command from Ron, these golden-armored divine beings could turn him to ashes.
Peeves's heart was now filled with fear and regret; he no longer had his previous arrogance.
Ron looked at Peeves in front of him and said with a half-smile: "Peeves, do you know your crime?"
Chapter 74 Ron's Decree
Hermione watched the scene before her with unblinking eyes, her heart filled with an unprecedented shock.
These four individuals, clad in golden armor, seemed like deities stepped out of myth. Where exactly did they come from?
Her textbooks had never mentioned such beings; this was completely beyond her scope of understanding.
Hermione's mind was in a whirl, feeling as if she were in a fantastical dream.
She carefully observed the four golden-armored figures; their attire and decorations were full of an unusual style, clearly not belonging to this world.
A strong curiosity surged within Hermione, making her want to uncover the truth of it all.
However, when she looked up at Ron, she found his expression indifferent, as if all of this was within his expectations.
Ron was currently looking down at Peeves, who was sprawled on the ground, his gaze revealing a profound and unfathomable majesty.
The four golden-armored figures beside him remained silent.
Hermione had never seen Ron look so majestic; he seemed to have transformed into a completely different person, making her feel both unfamiliar and awestruck.
Ron chuckled softly and said to Peeves, "Why aren't you speaking? Speak up!" His voice, though calm, conveyed an unquestionable authority.
Peeves felt an unprecedented fear; his body trembled violently, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Within this isolated small world, a chilling wind blew, and energy surged.
Ron stood before Peeves, his aura powerful and profound, as if it could devour everything.
Peeves felt this aura, as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe.
He knew his current situation was extremely dangerous; a slight misstep would lead to eternal damnation.
Peeves had lost all his usual arrogance; his heart was filled with fear, so much so that he couldn't even utter words of plea.
His throat felt as if something was blocked, making it extremely difficult to produce any sound.
He tried to utter a word, but his throat felt as if it were filled with sharp iron nails, causing unbearable pain.
He was filled with confusion, wondering why he, a ghost, was so afraid of Ron's aura?
Ron thought to himself, "So this is the power of 'Soul Binding'." He felt like the legendary Zhong Kui, dealing with these minor ghosts was as easy as turning his hand.
He calmed himself, exhaled a turbid breath, and then said to Peeves indifferently, "Speak, I permit you to speak."
Upon hearing Ron's words, Peeves immediately felt the obstruction in his throat vanish without a trace.
He quickly and disjointedly replied, "I only remember that I came from hell, ordered by someone to cause trouble here. Causing trouble was not my intention; I was just following orders."
Ron's brows furrowed upon hearing Peeves' words.
He hadn't expected that Peeves, who had been causing trouble in the school, was actually from hell and acting under someone's command. What kind of secret was hidden behind this?
Ron asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, who is that person?" He hoped to get some clues from Peeves.
Peeves, however, stammered in reply, "No, I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare to speak that person's true name!" His voice carried a slight tremor, clearly showing his fear of the instigator.
Ron couldn't help but feel a bit angry; even at this point, Peeves still refused to say anything.
He glanced at the gryffindor sword beside him, seeing it tremble slightly, its light flashing, as if also urging Peeves to tell the truth.
"Hmm, you really don't know?" Ron's tone revealed a hint of displeasure.
He decided to take some measures to make Peeves tell the truth.
At this moment, the gryffindor sword placed beside the altar suddenly flashed, its light shooting directly at Peeves' throat.
Peeves was scared out of his wits and quickly begged for mercy, "My Lord, spare me, I really don't know!" His voice had already taken on a crying tone.
Seeing this, Ron's heart stirred. He realized that he could perform a soul search on Peeves by controlling the four golden-armored figures beside him.
With a command from him, the golden-armored figures immediately sprang into action, their iron chains tightening around Peeves, as if to squeeze his soul out of him.
Ron closed his eyes and began to probe Peeves' soul with his divine sense.
He found that he could freely examine Peeves' memories and thoughts.
However, after repeated searches, Ron found that he hadn't found anything. Everything was as Peeveshad said; there was no information about the instigator in his memory.
Ron couldn't help but frown; this Peeves really seemed to know nothing.
So, who exactly was this instigator behind the scenes?
And why would he instruct Peeves to cause trouble at Hogwarts? These questions constantly swirled in Ron's mind, giving him a headache.
At this moment, Ron remembered something extremely shocking.
It turned out that those beings from hell were no longer comparable to humans; their power was like that of gods.
This was understandable, as a mere small ghost like Peeves had managed to stump Hogwarts for hundreds of years.
However, since I, Ron, have encountered them, even if they are gods from hell, I have my own ways to deal with them. Why not avoid their sharp edge?
Ron took out the token, meticulously carved from bogwood, from his pocket. Engraved on it were the four large characters "Ron's Edict," the writing ancient and majestic.
When he pulled out this token, the chilling wind in the corridor suddenly intensified, and a mysterious power quietly awakened.
At the same time, the golden light on the four golden-armored figures also became even more dazzling, resonating with the token in Ron's hand.
Hermione watched this scene, her heart full of confusion.
She felt that her mind could no longer process these things beyond her comprehension; at this moment, she just wanted to go back and get some good sleep.
Ron didn't seem to intend to stop there. He chuckled softly and said to Hermione, "Just watch."
After speaking, Ron threw the wooden token heavily onto the ground.
The moment the token landed, the entire corridor seemed to shake.
"Dong!"
Ron gazed at Peeves and said in a deep voice, "Peeves, heed my command! From now on, you shall serve under my banner. Do you agree?"
Although Ron's tone seemed to give Peeves a choice, in reality, for Peeves,
He had no room for refusal.
Either submit.
Or die!
"Yes, my Lord." Peeves' voice was low and respectful. He transformed into a dark ray of light and slowly merged into the token in Ron's hand.
At the same time, Ron could clearly feel the spiritual energy within his body continuously flowing into the token, nourishing Peeves within it.
It wasn't until Peeves' aura completely stabilized that Ron let out a long sigh of relief.
Just then, a translucent panel suddenly appeared before Ron's eyes.
The panel shimmered with brilliant light, and in the center, several large characters clearly displayed: "Do you wish to make Peeves a Knight of the Round Table?"