The Trinity of Harry Potter

Kano was walking along the creek of the manor, and thick mist enveloped him and Sean, who was fully armed behind him.

When the mist dissipated, a knight on horseback wrapped in black air appeared in front of him.

His face was blurry, but his strong resentment was hard to ignore.

"Is this King Mark's resentment?" Sean asked curiously.

Kano nodded wordlessly and pulled out a horse from the fog. The clothes on his body instantly turned into thick armor, and wooden swords, bows, arrows, and lances all grew out of the earth.

King Mark's resentment stood quietly by the river, and Carnot made preparations for a knight's duel.

"Tre... Stan..." The body of resentment roared and rushed towards Kano on horseback.

Canola nocked an arrow from his bow and shot it at King Mark's helmet. King Mark nimbly dodged the arrow and stabbed Cano with his lance.

Kano deflected the shot with his shield and fired back with the wooden sword in his right hand, but King Mark also blocked it with his shield.

"He is very powerful and fast, Kano, be careful." Sean was already on his horse, and he was watching the battle nervously.

Before he finished speaking, the black energy in King Mark's body became strong, and the violent magic power gathered into his body, and the scene became strangely quiet.

"Be careful! He has activated his special feature. It should be a self-strengthening type, similar to Gawain!" Sean immediately reminded him.

Features turned on?

Kano shot an arrow tentatively, and King Mark knocked the arrow away like an insect.

King Mark rushed in with an even more violent attitude. He waved his lance and fought with Kano. King Mark's strength and speed suddenly increased by about twice, and half of Kano's body began to feel numb after stabbing him with several consecutive spears.

But it doesn't matter, what Kano lacks most is the experience of fighting against the wind.

Just when his shield was about to shatter, Carnot abandoned his lance and drew his sword. He was knocked off his horse by King Mark's lance, and inserted the wooden sword into the neck of his opponent's mount.

The two fell off their horses at the same time, and their heavy lances were thrown aside. Carnot no longer had his shield. He held the sword in both hands and continued to confront King Mark, who was holding both sword and shield.

The two began another round of attacks, leaving deep and shallow wounds on each other. Cano's wounds were wrapped with a faint black energy, and the healing speed was significantly slowed down. Although King Mark was also injured, he seemed to have no pain.

The situation was very unfavorable for Kano. King Mark continued to attack tirelessly, but Kano, who had many wounds on his body, had begun to deform his movements.

Sean wanted to help, but interrupting the knight's duel was a serious insult, so he could only stand aside and worry.

At this time, Kano jumped out of the battle circle and took a breath. King Mark immediately approached and did not give him a chance to breathe.

Unexpectedly, Kano took out his magic wand from his arms, pointed it at the ground and split it into pieces.

King Mark jumped back, but his body was still shaken by the scattered flying rocks.

"I'm sorry, I'm more than a knight."

However, the knight was stronger than the mage in battle. Before Kano could pronounce the second spell, King Mark had already charged forward like a bull.

Kano waved his magic wand quickly, and vines shot out from the ground, pulling King Mark back.

Kano held the sword with one hand instead, casting a spell to hinder King Mark's movement while constantly dealing with him.

If it were an ordinary mage, everyone would be dead at this time, but because of his identity as a druid, Kano omitted spells and directly manipulated the plants, thus stabilizing the situation.

King Mark was being pulled by the vines while fighting Kano. The situation was reversed in a short while. Kano kept moving his hands and kept walking around King Mark, and more black mist began to appear on King Mark's body.

, his body began to slowly disintegrate.

Finally, before Kano's magic power was completely exhausted, King Mark's resentment fell to his knees, shattered into a black mist, and merged into Kano's oak sword.

The lines drawn by Arthur's blood on the oak sword became darker, and correspondingly, the sword edge seemed sharper.

At the same time, Kano felt a warm current pouring into his body, and all his muscles relaxed, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

"Huh, it's so dangerous." Kano sat down on the ground. The thick fog suddenly dissipated, and he and Sean returned to the real world.

"Kano, your magic activates so quickly!" Sean stepped forward and helped him up. "If you hadn't trapped King Mark with vines later, today would have been in danger."

"Yeah, why is this King Mark so strong?" Kano just wanted to stand up, but he was knocked to the ground by a sudden wave of dizziness.

"Kano, Kano?" Sean shook him twice quickly, but Kano snored slightly.

Sean laughed twice, put Kano on the horse, and slowly walked towards the manor. Robert quickly came out to greet him.

At this time, Kano was groggy and dreaming, and his consciousness left his body again.

He felt like he was floating in the air and saw Tristan and Isolde having a tryst in the palace in Cornwall, while King Mark looked at them jealously.

Compared to Tristan and Isolde, who are perfectly young, King Mark has turned gray at the temples and is an out-and-out old man.

"If I were young, Tristan would not be my opponent."

The jealous King Mark thought this way. He knew that he was no match for Tristan, but he blamed all this on the ruthless years.

"If I had been young, my queen Isolde would not have fallen in love with Tristan."

He didn't know that Tristan and Isolde had already fallen in love with each other, and that he was the one who stole love from each other in this story.

"If I'm still young...why am I no longer young?"

King Mark's face was twisted in jealousy. In Kano's vision, waves of black mist rose from King Mark's body, hovering in the air, and finally converged into a younger knight with slender hands and feet and gloomy eyes.

This was King Mark in his youth, what he considered his most powerful state.

Then, Kano watched the battle between himself and King Mark's resentment from the perspective of a bystander. In the end, the exhausted resentment poured into Kano's wooden sword, and everything calmed down.

"Canopus, thank you."

A handsome red-haired knight appeared next to Kano on horseback. Kano knew that he was Tristan.

"The master's soul has already entered reincarnation, but his resentment is still hovering near my blood descendant." Tristan said with emotion, "Thank you for letting him rest in peace."

"His resentment has dissipated. Where are you and Isolde?" Cano couldn't hold back and asked.

"Haha, what grudges do I and Isolde have? We are both imprisoned by fate. Even the master can only see through it for a moment."

"We have all struggled and suffered. Now that the past has gone with the wind, let this story come to an end."

Tristan took out his harp, gently plucked the strings, and sang an ancient ballad.