The Trinity of Harry Potter

"I didn't cry in front of her, and I didn't thank Peeves from Dumbledore." Harry slammed his head on the table, "She is too good at making things up."

In Rita's manuscript, Harry became a good-looking young man with every pore on his body shining, which made everyone who knew Harry feel weird.

"I never knew you were reviewing with your wand lit in bed." Ron laughed so hard that he couldn't eat anymore. "And this, I have a close personal relationship with the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, and I often help him take care of magical creatures."

"From now on, I'll leave all the Blast-Ended Skrewts to you, how about that?"

Harry couldn't help but put on a mask of pain when he thought of those sticky, hot hybrid monsters that couldn't find their mouths or butts.

Malfoy came over with two followers. He had been honest for a long time since Fudge stepped down, but now he couldn't help but jump in front of Harry.

"You also told reporters that you often help Professor Snape prepare potion ingredients?" Malfoy's face was almost deformed with laughter. "Just now, the professor and I, since you are so active, will help him dissect the gallbladder of the toad in the evening.

Bar!"

Harry raised his head. Snape's face was expressionless, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, staring at him with his eyes.

Kano lowered his head and ate breakfast, very satisfied with the effect of Rita's report.

There must be a limit to how wildly you brag about rainbow farts, and Rita hit the point exactly where everyone knows it's nonsense, but doesn't hate Harry for it.

As a manuscript designed to attract attention and stir up the atmosphere, this is enough.

The subsequent interviews with the warriors are also a routine, and Rita plans to publish one article a day.

Gufei would personally review every report, and with the pressure from Kano, Rita didn't dare to do anything.

After breakfast, Kano came to the Black Lake. Fleur and Gabrielle did not follow Kano at his request. After all, they would definitely see blood later.

Lanmarok appeared from the fog. He was handsome but arrogant. He and his horse were wearing luxurious armor, and he was holding a spear engraved with runes in his hand.

"Gawain's apprentice? He himself was defeated by me." Lan Malok raised his spear arrogantly and pointed it at Kano, "I hope you won't be defeated too quickly."

"Are you Mr. Lanmarlock? I admire you so much." Kano called out the little unicorn and said in a sinister tone, "How old was the Queen of Orkney at that time, and you can still do it?"

Lan Malok's eyes turned red with anger, and he rushed forward with a roar.

The trash talk taught by Kai Knight is really useful.

Lancelot's spear skills are unparalleled in the world, and he is slightly better than the chief knight Lancelot among the Knights of the Round Table.

Lan Malok attacked wildly, and Kano pulled out his oak sword to block. The attack speeds of the two were not at the same level at all. It seemed that Kano was about to lose.

But ten minutes passed, and Kano was not even stabbed by Lan Malok.

"Weird, how did you practice before?" Lan Malok distanced himself and looked Kano up and down carefully, "You don't have the ability to counterattack, but you can dodge smoothly."

"Because your attack methods are similar to Cu Chulainn's, but he is much stronger than you."

To be honest, although Lan Malok was good at group battles and round battles, when dealing with an opponent of Kano's level, he still did not dare to carry out large-scale sweeps to avoid exposing his flaws. His attack methods were always stabbing, provoking, and prodding.

But the last time Kano faced a spear master was Cu Chulainn, and he was already at the pinnacle in this aspect.

Although Kano was mercilessly nailed to the ground by Cu Chulainn last time, his ability to deal with intensive stabbing attacks has also improved rapidly. Now he is confident to dodge even when faced with automatic rifles.

During the duel with Francois two days ago, Cano applied his experience from the last battle with Cu Chulainn. The opponent's straight-forward spells could not hit him at all.

"You insult me!" Lan Malok rushed forward like a bull again.

"Tell the truth!" Kano quickly waved his sword to block, "You are indeed not as strong as him!"

This time, Lan Malok's body was ignited with blue magic power, and his attack speed and strength reached a new level.

Kano's body glowed with silver light, and the humane little unicorn was also full of energy. One person and one horse cooperated seamlessly.

A small magic vortex appeared behind the head of Lan Malok's gun, wrapped around the gun like a sleeve. As time went by, the vortex's influence range and rotation speed gradually became larger.

Soon, Kano felt that every time he blocked, the oak sword and arm would be pulled by the whirlpool, and the force became stronger and stronger, and the original strict posture began to deform.

With a slight shake, his body let go of the gun point, but the magic vortex on the gun bit Kano's armor hard like a tooth. The oak armor was instantly peeled off along with the layer of flesh and blood underneath, and the blood sprayed out directly.

Kano reflexively waved a silver magic blade to push back Lan Malok. The little unicorn jumped back and escaped from the battle circle. Kano glanced at the gap on his shoulder with lingering fear.

Lan Malok said proudly: "You must know my characteristics from Gawain. It can't help me in a single fight, so I must develop new fighting skills."

"You barbarians don't know how to adapt. If you don't have characteristics, you can only use magic to collide. You can either use a light blade or a sledgehammer. You go straight and have no creativity." Lan Malok smiled proudly, "As sophisticated as I am.

Can you control the magic power?"

"If you can't do that, you won't be able to defeat me, let alone Lancelot who has gone further on this road!"

Kano smiled awkwardly, never expecting that one day he would be told by a dead man from thousands of years ago that he did not know how to adapt.

His physical growth period is not over yet. Exercise and fighting can still improve his basic qualities. As time goes by, Kano's speed, strength and reflexes continue to increase like there is no end.

In addition, Gawain never taught him these "fancy tasks", which resulted in Kano neglecting the development of combat skills for a long time.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lanmarlock." Kano nodded to him seriously.

"Do you have to admit defeat now? After all, we are not life-and-death enemies. I also understand what that guy Kai taught you, but you must apologize to the Queen of Orkney's spirit in heaven."

Before Lan Malok finished speaking, he saw Kano shaking his head.

The light on his oak sword undulated, and the silver magic power surged like ocean waves, then gradually changed from disorder to regularity, and finally rippled on the blade.

"It's still early today, and this kind of injury is nothing to me." Kano raised his oak sword flatly, "Just a few more rounds, let's get started."

At sunset, Kano and the little unicorn were playing in the black lake. Fleur, who had been worried for a long time, ran over and grabbed them out of the cold lake angrily.

In Fantasyland, King Palinor waved to his son from a distance, while Percival roasted dragon meat by himself.

"What about the kid? Don't hit him too hard and destroy his confidence." King Palinor pulled Lan Malok over and asked him to sit next to him.

"He never knows what restraint is. It's good that the kid still has a tone now." Percival said with a smile.

Lan Malok shook his head in a daze: "Next time I have to win a few games before I go."

Seeing the surprised looks in his father's and brother's eyes, he smiled bitterly.

"He's just a monster."