"I raise my horn to the Raven Clan! Our most outstanding friends and warriors! "
Albert, who was also dressed as a Viking, took the horn cup handed over by the fat man, who was also dressed as a Viking pirate, and began to perform his lines in front of the audience. Everyone held their own horn cups in their hands. After whispering encouragement, the wizards drank to their hearts' content to boost their courage.
Because of his outstanding physique and appearance, Albert became the commander of this Viking. Although he was more straightforward, he had received the training of an orthodox Aura spy, so this kind of performance was considered easy for him.
Such an exotic costume made Hibiscus Chinensis, who was hosting the show, feel that her husband looked more wild and charming. She also made up her mind that after the show ended, she could not let her husband take off the costume in advance. Instead, she wanted him to wear it back to his bedroom …
"If no one is willing to open the door, how can we become the new master of England? It's very simple, with the axes in our hands. " Albert walked to the bow of the dragon's head. "The axes in our hands can make him … make her …" He looked at the crew around him as he walked. "Even it …" He pointed to the house elf, Dobby, who was dressed as a warrior by Hermione. "Become a legend … The most important thing is to pick up your axes … and then …" He pulled out his two axes with his left and right hands. His tone was no longer relaxed. Instead, he roared, "Shine on the stage! They think we are barbarians. Don't let them down! "
The Viking ship stopped outside the stage area and made a landing position. The wizards dressed as Viking warriors on the ship had already posed.
Some wizards were scattered around the stage. They raised their wands and began to cast illusions to add stunts to the performance.
Suddenly, there were countless whistling sounds of flaming arrows piercing through the air, suppressing all the sounds in the square.
At the bow of the ship, Albert, who was playing the role of the Viking commander, looked up at the sky. The onlooking wizards also noticed this strange phenomenon. The sky was suddenly enveloped by a large amount of fireworks-like flames. Albert shouted, "Raise your shields!"
All the viking warriors behind Abbott raised their large round shields, while the bright fire arrows in the sky shot towards the viking battleships, setting them ablaze with blazing flames. The viking warriors on both sides clashed with each other, their weapons clashing against each other. For a moment, the scene was extremely intense.
However, the viking warriors' assault was clearly hindered by the well-prepared defenders on the stage. The battle had entered a stalemate. Although the viking warriors were ferocious, they were outnumbered. No matter how they hacked and hacked, they were unable to see the scales of victory tilting in their favor.
At this moment, a sharp cawing sound was heard. All the ravens in the Ravenclaw Shrine flew out. Countless ravens circled in the air, forming a black tornado.
When the onlooking wizards saw the light blonde Albert suddenly stop his assault, they were astonished. They adjusted their panoramic binoculars to get a better look. Many of the viking warriors on the stage seemed to have seen something that shocked them, as they stared blankly in a certain direction.
The wizards followed his gaze, only to see a man wearing layers of a raven's feather cloak under the mast.
A man holding a long spear?
Half of his face was covered in blue viking tattoos. The pupil of his eye had shrunk to the smallest pupil in the middle.
The rest of his eye revealed a large patch of white.
Coupled with the conspicuous tattoos, he looked as if he only had one eye.
This was the role played by the owner of the Hogwarts today. Two black ravens perched on his shoulders.
A Three-Eyed Raven that was made of magic but much smaller in size?
Together with the black-painted phoenix Anka, they were disguised as two raven pets called Fokin and Fokini, representing their thoughts and memories.
In front of them, two hellhounds with spikes on their backs clawed at the ship's planks, roaring at the wizards.
These creatures of purgatory, which Aura used as military dogs, were also used to make up the numbers.
"Odin is watching us."
Emily raised her axe and shouted. She turned around and led Laura to attack the enemy. The viking warriors who were originally unable to withstand the pressure lifted their spirits. It was as if they had been injected with new strength.
They roared and launched a counterattack.
The onlooking wizards cheered in excitement.
Even though the actors weren't professionals, due to the realism of the illusion and the novelty of this stage play, they still felt as if they were watching a real battlefield.
"Barbaric! Dirty! Rude! "
"The current England doesn't look like England anymore!"
"Harris has introduced too much of the Mud Race culture to us."
Looking at the contents of the huge television screen in front of them, a few wizards dressed in extraordinary clothes were cursing beside Herbert Bork's wheelchair.
Ben Bothstedt's fleshy chin trembled along with his curled lips.
"You little guys … don't understand the meaning behind this?" Herbert Bork sat in his wheelchair and supported his back with some difficulty.
His tone was a little arrogant. "Alfred …"
"Yes, Master …" The Bork family's butler quickly responded.
He was originally preparing a drink for his master, but now he was forced to put down the proliferating tissue on the Motra Rats in his hands.
He explained in place of the exhausted Herbert.
"My lords?
Harris didn't choose these barbarians for no reason. I don't need to explain the relationship between the ravens and the blue. They are also the representatives of these barbarians. Now, in the floating city of the Hogwarts and their colonies, aren't they also plundering the resources of other countries? "
"In ancient times, the light blonde Muggle barbarians from Northern Europe occupied Britain. Now, these light blonde wizard barbarians … obviously think that they have occupied Britain." With neatly combed hair, Mr. Bork Bork's expression was completely different from that of a shopkeeper. He was spinning a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Masters, some of the Death Eaters working under The Dark Lord sent a message to their distant relatives, which is the Bork family …" In order to let him continue his preparation work, Alfred stopped. "The Dark Lord has been defeated again. And this time, Harris defeated The Dark Lord without a direct battle …"
"What? Not even a direct battle? Useless! "
"We gave them so much help in this difficult time … He just wasted our resources like this …?"
"This mixed-blood's ability doesn't match his ambition and appetite! This isn't the first time he was defeated by Harris! "
When the pure-bloods heard this bad news, they felt that their investment was wasted. Under the stimulation of the mental and physical pressure brought by the confrontation with Harris for many days, they couldn't care less about their manners and began to curse. However, their expressions were somewhat desperate and panicked.
"What's going on?" Ben Herbert, who was cursing fiercely before, stopped. He grabbed Alfred's hand. "I don't understand. Is it because he ran away without a direct battle or is it because he's afraid of Ra or something else? Where is the mysterious man now? Will he continue to fight Harris? Lucius didn't send back any news? "
"I'm sorry … The situation seems to be more complicated than we thought. I'll inform everyone when there's the real situation and follow-up news. What we can confirm now is …" Alfreid inadvertently pulled his hand back and suppressed his annoyance at the other party interrupting him from mixing the drink. "They said … it seems that the Black Devil fell into Harris's conspiracy and caused this failure … But other than the beginning, there's no new news, including Mr. Malfoy's …"
"Hmph … If we had used force early on … he would have admitted it! We can break the bones of those Harris's bones! " Ben Bostel was very upset with the current situation. Thinking of the Harris family's status and power a few years ago, he regretted not taking action earlier.
"The Harris family always comes prepared. Allen Harris, this young man, doesn't care about witchcraft …" Bostel shook his head in annoyance. "To deceive … to ambush … the mysterious man, this seventy-one-year-old old wizard, and to paralyze us old wizards who have laid the foundation of the British magic world …"
"Enough, I didn't ask you to come here today to let you watch Harris' performance and comment on them." Herbert raised his voice. "I'm here to inform you of this news. After the failure of the mixed-blood, please lay low for a while. Don't let Harris focus on you guys … Cough cough … Rat tail juice … Where's the rat tail juice?"
Herbert started to cough as he spoke in a profound manner. Alfred sped up his preparation. "Please forgive me, Master … The Motra rat juice will be ready soon … It will relieve your pain immediately …"
"Hmph … The rat tail juice can only relieve the pain … Cough cough … The side effect of overeating has caused purple ear hair to grow in my ears …"
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