Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The sky is almost evening, and the scorching sun hanging in the sky is exhausted. There is a huge and towering city wall, and groups of soldiers are patrolling the city wall holding a torch. They have brand-new red armor, the weapon on the waist is also a slender Frankish saber, and the bright blue tail feathers are dragged behind their heads.

But it contrasts sharply with their brand new armor.

Each of them browse tightly frowns, and some even cover their noses. Resist the stench in the air.

The source of the odor is self-evident.

On the city wall, every 100 steps, a black iron cage is hung. The iron cage is full of spikes. In the cage, a naked male and female corpse were all curled up.

They explained that in a square-inch cage, they became dry under the scorching sun, their gums were bare, their eyes were pecked away by crows, and their bodies were corrupted.

The pastor of the church dragged a long pastor's robe, followed behind the soldier holding the torch, their faces were covered with white cloth, and their mouths were mutter incantations. Every time they passed by an iron cage, they would go into the cage. Sprinkle a few drops of water on their bodies, hoping to purify their sinful souls.

The end of the team.

Father Marsk's gaze is retracted from the cage above his head. He looks pale, thin and tall, wearing a red daoist robe, and there is not much emotion in his eyes.

These all are the wizard witches put to death by him these days, in the eyes of Marsk, they are all brutal and brutal, murderous and arrogant thieves. They and werewolf, eat Ghoul and behave in a mess, abduct virgins in the dark, and sip blood with polished silver cups, death cannot wipe out the crimes.

945—

Iberian Peninsula—

Aragon—Goragosa.

It is the era of the prosperous days of bishop.

A rush of footsteps broke the daily routine on the city wall. The soldier carrying the cross shield stopped, and the priest also stopped mutter incantations.

Father Marsk turned his head and saw that another group of soldiers hurriedly rushed to the city wall from the streets of the city. The clothes worn by these soldiers were very different from those on the city wall. Each of them had a cylindrical shape. His helmet, with a cross sword pinned to his waist. There is an iron shield on the back, with a thick two-headed eagle and a red cross painted on the shield. It looks sturdy and unusual.

He is a soldier of the Inquisition and a subordinate of Marsk.

The soldiers of the court escorted a man onto the city wall. There was only one man, but he was tied up by the close and numerous soldiers into dumplings, waist, legs, arms, Even his mouth was stuffed with several thick ropes.

The soldiers on the city wall swarmed over, and some of them couldn't bear to look at them.

"Father Marsk!"

The soldier carrying the cross shouted: "We have caught another wizard!"

wizard ...

wizard!

Fr. Marsk’s nose suddenly expanded. He became excited like a hound smelling blood. He took out a black-covered "Bible" from his chest. With it, he would never stand A place of defeat.

He separated the crowd and walked out, and the soldier violently pulled the thick knot in the man's mouth.

"I am not a wizard, I am not a wizard...Let me go!"

The man looked at the man hanging from his head in the iron cage in horror, his expression almost crying "It must be something wrong, I am not...I am not, I am a devout believer, God can testify for me."

"Of course I will let God testify for you."

The headed priest shrugged blankly, "But before that, you have to prove your innocence."

Speaking, he opened the "Bible" crash-bang I turned to Matthew’s Gospel and read: "There is nothing that is hidden, nothing is hidden, nothing that is not known. The affairs of two people are not secrets, and the affairs of one person are known to True God!!"— —Pa! He closed the pages of the book heavily, and said to the soldier on the side: "Start!"

"Ah!!!"

The man who was tied up let out a horrified scream, his body quickly shrank, and the rope that tied him quickly loosened, and the man became Took a tabby cat and tried to escape.

The priest coldly snorted took a step back, and the soldiers drew out the long spear and stabbed them one after another. Soon, the tabby cat was fixed to the ground and kept twisting.

The sunset conceals the plains.

Moonlight succeeds the earth.

The priest stepped resolutely and walked in front of the tabby cat, and asked in extreme disgust: "The blasphemer, who taught you transfiguration?"

The tabby cat twisted his body, He changed back to a human being again. One of his legs was stabbed by a long spear. The blood flow was incessant and he couldn't move. He could only look at the soldiers who surrounded him, his expression was horrified, and he couldn't say a word.

"Tell your teacher, maybe you can suffer less."

The priest took a torch from the soldier next to him, squatted down, and Torch was brought to the one-legged wizard's forehead, and his hair was scorched.

"If you don't tell me, be careful I hang you on the torture rack and slowly burn you to death."

The one-legged wizard writhed, trying to get the hot torch inside. Farther away, but the priest reluctantly pressed the torch on his forehead, and he finally screamed.

"I said...I said, I said!"

The priest smiled slightly and put away the torch.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from the distant plain.

The priest turned his head and saw that a line of cavalry squadron ran from a distance and stopped at the gate of the city wall. There were about a hundred people. Their armor was shining in the moonlight. The rider Carnations fluttering on the banner held up.

The leader of the team is a tall man. He is about thirty-nine years old. He has gray hair, weather-beaten deep sunken eye sockets, and a few scars on his face. A light armor covering the whole body, wearing a plain black and white robe, and a cross hung on his chest.

The man's gaze was a bit distracted. His focus did not stop on the soldiers waiting on the city wall. He looked at the slowly opening door, his eyes full of anxiety and impatience.

The priest recognizes him.

It's Aragon count, Ramiro.

The illegal child of King Sancho III of Navarre.

A man who is not blessed by Spiritual God. According to legend, his mother was just a prostitute in Navarre, who was accidentally conceived by the drunken king Sancho III when he went to the woods and had fun Offspring.

In Navarre, where the country was founded by the bishop, this kind of thing, even the royal family, is an extraordinary shame and humiliation. As an illegal child, he is naturally unworthy to bear the royal family name and even appears in public.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy the great Sancho III was poured into. After the illegitimate child became an adult, he handed over Aragon, the most important plain in the northeast of the kingdom, to him.

I saw the man riding on horseback outside the city wall, everyone on the city wall showed a completely different look, and the church soldiers carrying the cross showed contempt. They are not employed by the royal family, but only serve the church. They naturally despise the illegality child, even the illegal illegality child of the king.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Public Security Department showed respect.

Milaro count, in the fifteen years of tenure, he worked hard to treat, behaved lightly, encourages production and childbirth, and I don’t have any bad habits. In this chaotic land, I basically can’t find it. To a better ruler than him.

The city gate opens.

illegitimate child count stride proudly ahead of the city wall.

The priest raised his finger to motion for calmness.

When he approached.

The soldier carrying the cross and his guards all kneeled together on one knee, whether they were waiting to see the illegal child of the king, but he was indeed the actual authority in Aragon.

"Why did you come back so early?"

Father Marsk looked at count's plain robes with a gloomy and uncertain expression.

A month ago, the manager of Aragon, Miralo Count, was called by the king to go to Pamplona, ​​the capital of the Kingdom of Navarre, without knowing what happened. The original plan was to come back in two months, but I didn't think about it, but returned after only one month. One month...he didn't even search for many wizards in Aragon.

"The king is dead."

Milaro Count responded briefly to the priest, and then turned his eyes to the one-legged man who fell on the ground.

"What happened?"

He asked the head of the Sheriff's Department.

"We caught a wizard, my lord."

The head of the Public Security Department replied.

"I am not! I am not!"

The one-legged man rolled forward and rushed forward and hugged the man’s thigh, "I am not... , I am not..."

He was quickly dragged back by the hordes of soldiers and pressed to the ground.

"wizard?"

Count's loose eyes gradually became sharp.

In this land, theft, looting, rape, and even murder can be committed without death, except for blasphemy.

In the definition of the church, all human beings with extraordinary and unknowable power are the incarnations of hell demons, and existence is extremely evil. The most important thing is that the power and doctrine of this group of people violate the orthodox doctrine approved by the church or challenge the authority of the church. Once discovered or confirmed, they must be executed immediately.

He then asked: "Can there be evidence?"

"This man just turned into a cat, and we all saw it."

Soldier everyone The answer from talking at once: "Yes, he is a very dangerous deformer. We suspect that he is closely related to the disappearance of the baby three months ago..."

Milaro count Without saying more, he slowly pulled out his long sword from his waist and came to the man who was subdued, said solemnly: "Just seven days ago, the great Sancho III, the holy King of Navarre, was also me. Father, the glory of returning to heaven, before he died, he gave this land to me to manage.

Under the glory of God, I, Ramiro I, do not allow any heretical blood to flow At this point, all blasphemous witchcraft will be destroyed, all evil ceremony will be forbidden, and all heretical existence will eventually be purified-Amen."

After that, he is in his forehead and Three taps on each shoulder.

"Amen."

The pastor behind him prayed together under the torch.

Milaro Count raised the long sword, and the one-legged man's horrified eyes fixed in the flames of the torch.

The new king Ramiro I stabs the sword in his hand heavily.

With a scream.

The crow flapped its wings and flew up.

The wizard immediately separated his body and head, and blood gushed out from his broken neck. After a few twitches on the city wall, the headless body gradually stopped moving.

After the execution of the prisoner with a solemn expression, the newly appointed King Ramiro I returned the sword to his sheath. He turned and looked at the people behind the acknowledge allegiance with no expression on his face.

Several soldiers from the Public Security Department came forward and carried the corpse away.

His staff immediately took out a scroll from his chest, took a step forward, read the will of King Sancho III in front of a row of soldiers and priests under the torch, and simply read the coronation Exact date.

But after reading it, the atmosphere on the city wall was not much harmonious. Under the swaying torch, the killing is still there.

Father Marsk took a step forward and touched a trinity on his body, and said coldly: "Master count, the wizard must have had other accomplices just now, did you kill him like this?"

The soldiers with cross shields behind him all stepped forward.

Ramiro I looked tired, he sighed: "The king has just died. When I finish handling the internal affairs, Marsk, I will issue you an arrest warrant across the territory to help you thoroughly investigate Allah. All the wizards within the territory of the Tribute."

The entire territory of the arrest warrant!

Marsk's face has improved a lot. He was nodded and slightly nodded to Ramiro: "May God bless you, Venerable Lord. I will inform bishop and let him choose a day to host the coronation ceremony for you. "

"Thank you very much."

Ramiro bent slightly nodded and bowed to the priest.

Until then, Ramiro I relaxed a little bit.

The king Sancho III has just passed away, and the entire kingdom is in a turbulent age. The king's four heirs have obtained their own territory. As an illegality child, he has to be questioned on his legitimacy.

The shrewd Ramiro will naturally not let his orthodox big brothers inherit the throne and then come to covet his own territory. Even more, he does not want Aragon to lose his power and become a vassal of the church. He wants to prove his dominance and legitimacy to everyone.

In this land of Europe, there is nothing more important than getting the support of the church.

Whether it is a king or a lord, whether it is Knight or ordinary people, you can only think and live within the framework of religion, and you can never surpass it.

As long as he can get the support of the church, his government will have legitimacy. Then with his ability and skill, he can fight everywhere, defeat his group of pustule brothers, and become a unified whole Iberia. The peninsula and the entire European continent turned the Mediterranean into his inner lake and became a figure like Alexander the Great Emperor.

Thinking of the wonderful place, Ramiro couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a slight smile.

However, he just ended the conversation with the priest.

On the side of the city wall, an old servant in gray clothes squeezed up, he brow beaded with sweat, gasping for breath.

Ramiro I immediately recognized him, he was the steward of his castle.

The butler ran to Miralo I and whispered another news in his ear.

And this news caused a sudden change in the face of Ramiro I, who had just become the king of Aragon, and his mood sank to the bottom.

The message is from home.

On his way to attend the funeral of King Sancho III, his wife gave birth to a boy for him.

But this is not the point, the point is.

His new born son.

It turned out to be a wizard.