Joan of Arc's strange power made Zhang Yaoru stab in the throat.

Although Zhang Yao also knew that the power of this kind of inspiration was not strong on peak heroes. But if you change to the late hero, or an ordinary hero, I'm afraid those people will be like the Knights of the Round Table, and they will definitely not have much resistance.

The gap in strength, one step apart, is an insurmountable chasm.

There are hundreds of professors and teaching assistants at Hogwarts. These people don't have the strength to resist Joan of Arc's inspiration. So, Joan of Arc is fit to be cannon fodder, but not an ally.

Weird, in addition to weird, it's still weird.

In the face of Joan of Arc's strange abilities, Zhang Yao has the urge to kill the killer.

But unfortunately, the idea of killing Joan of Arc was not implemented in the end.

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table have been guarding against Zhang Yao from beginning to end, and have never left Joan of Arc's side. Especially after Zhang Yao's vision was not good, these people were even more like a great enemy.

According to the murderous intent in his heart, Zhang Yao left Paris and returned to Hogwarts.

Back at Hogwarts, the first thing Zhang Yao did was not to tell everyone about Joan of Arc's strange powers, but to call Dracula.

Dracula, Zhang Yao's most trusted person, is a ruthless bloodsucking prince.

Dracula, who is equipped with the blade of Yaojiaxin, has brought out the characteristics of vampires to the fullest after being promoted to the peak of heroes. Even Zhang Yao and Immorton, these peak heroes of the same level, are difficult to detect Dracula, who is hidden in the dark.

"Dracula!" Zhang Yao called Dracula's name.

Soon, not long after the call sounded, the cloaked Night King appeared in front of Zhang Yao.

"Big brother, you call me?" There were still bright red blood stains on the corners of Dracula's mouth, making him look hideous.

"Seeing your appearance, needless to say, you are eating the grass by the nest again." Zhang Yao's face was greasy, and he looked at Dracula speechless for a long time.

There are more than 10,000 young wizards of all ages in Hogwarts.

The existence of these teenage wizards has made the entire Hogwarts a paradise for Dracula.

In the middle of every day, Dracula lives by sucking blood and enjoys sucking blood. My favorite thing to do is to use it to go as fast as the wind, and bite the necks of those little wizards.

After going back and forth, Dumbledore complained to Zhang Yao several times. Thinking that Dracula is doing this, the Royal Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry at Hogwarts can be renamed the Anemia Wizard Academy.

Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor. Although Dracula loves to eat grass on the edge of the nest, he can still distinguish the priorities. Otherwise, not to mention that Dumbledore would complain, even Zhang Yao would not agree.

"When I went to France this time, I met a very interesting person. Her name is Joan of Arc, and she has a wonderful power that can make people unconsciously influenced by her. Zhang Yao said to Dracula about Joan of Arc's strange abilities.

Dracula was silent for a long time, especially after hearing that the twelve loyal knights were all affected by this ability. Dracula didn't dare to take it lightly, and similarly, he also understood Zhang Yao's plan to call him.

"Big brother, your consciousness is" Dracula gestured with a throat-slitting gesture, a glint of excitement hidden in his eyes.

“NO！” Zhang Yao shook his finger and said with a smile: "After the Dark Council makes a move, if you still lose both, you can hunt them!" ”

Zhang Yao bites very the word them, like a master like Dracula. If it can not be used, Zhang Yao will never use it. But when it comes to using it, he will not hesitate, but will maximize the benefits.

Under what circumstances can the benefits be maximized.

The answer is that the Dark Council attacked Paris again, after both sides were defeated.

For the attack on Paris, the Dark Council is definitely the most anxious one.

One side has the heart to attack, the other side is determined to defend, as long as the two sides are deadlocked, or both sides lose, then there is an opportunity for Dracula to make a move.

The elusive speed, the combo effect of Yaojiaxin's blade.

Dracula, under such an arm, can definitely be called a heroic killer, and few people can escape from his hands.

"Big brother, I understand, you wait for my good news!" Dracula imagined it for a moment and smiled at Zhang Yao.

"Go, do what you want, and let the sky go to darkness!"

Zhang Yao nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and watched Dracula turn into a bat again and disappear out of the window.

Dracula's departure is half a month.

During this half month, the whole of Europe was very calm, and there was a kind of calm before the storm.

A steady stream of information was conveyed from wizards or bats to Zhang Yao, who was sitting at Hogwarts.

Zhang Yao's biggest thing every day is to check the movements of the Dark Council and calculate the timing of the possible big war.

The long wait is undoubtedly a painful thing.

However, in this wait, Zhang Yao was not without gains.

"Hee-hee, Your Highness, your loyal servant is back!" With a sudden burst of laughter, it reverberated throughout Hogwarts.

In the auditorium, the students who were enjoying dinner looked up in amazement.

In front of him, he was a clown wearing a mask and carrying four flying knives, swaggering in front of everyone.

The appearance of the clown is just an opening ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, an old monk wearing a lama hat, holding a Zen staff, walked in with a chanting Buddha number: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" ”

The whole scene was in an uproar, and everyone's eyes were attracted by these two uninvited guests.

"Who are these two people, it looks so weird!"

"I don't know, but you see, that clown is like an iron man!"

Looking at the sudden uninvited guest, the students talked a lot, and even the tutors present looked wary.

Clown Emperor, Pudu Cihang.

These two patriarchs of the Rising Sun Empire were too unfamiliar to these wizard apprentices, and even to the mentors.

It was Dumbledore who was so strange that they all looked at them with puzzled expressions, apparently not knowing what was going on.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you know these two?" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, whispered to Dumbledore.

"No, I don't know!" Dumbledore shook his head, then looked at Gandalf with confusion.

"That clown, called the Clown Emperor, is a pinnacle hero. And that old monk is Pudu Cihang, a national teacher in the empire! Gandalf, who was eating, gently put down the knife and fork in his hand, answering the doubts of the people around him.

Listening to Gandalf's words, everyone gasped.

Zhang Yao has always rarely talked about the situation in the empire.

These professors, and even Dumbledore, thought that what they had seen was already the full strength of the empire. But now, looking at the clown emperor and the two who suddenly appeared, everyone realized that the power that was enough for them to look up to was actually only the tip of the iceberg of the empire.

"It's good to come back, come and sit!" With a smile on his face, Zhang Yao said to the Clown Emperor and the two.

"Hee-hee!" Hearing Zhang Yao's words, the Clown Emperor was the first to make a move.

He slid off his feet, and instead of choosing an empty act, he landed beside Immorton.

Immorton, the high priest, sat on either side of Zhang Yao with Dumbledore because Dracula was not here.

With a cold smile, the Clown Emperor looked at Immorton without saying a word, tilting his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Stay away from me!" Immorton raised his head slightly, and looked at the Clown Emperor with a plush of words.

"Are you sure this is the seat you can sit?" The Clown Emperor played with a magic handkerchief, though with a smile in his words. Gandalf and Pudu Cihang, who are familiar with the Clown Emperor, know that this is a precursor to the Clown Emperor's anger.

"I'm pretty sure, you lowly clown!" Immorton's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the Clown Emperor, showing no fear.

As the high priest of the Pharaonic dynasty, Immorton was well versed in politics and changes in status.

Immorton didn't think that a patriarch who had disappeared for a few months would be able to hold him back with a few words. Because this is not only a battle for seats, but also for strength, and it is everyone's position in Zhang Yao's heart.

The person sitting next to Zhang Yao is definitely not the same as the person sitting in the corner.

The seating arrangement may seem simple, but it also hides a big culture. Immorton will never allow someone to step on his own position, let alone allow his dignity to be provoked.

"Hee-hee, I didn't expect that I would have so many fun toys after I was gone for a few months, which really makes me happy!" Immorton's indifference made the Clown Emperor's smile more and more obvious, and even his eyes were full of greed.

"Your Highness, let him play with me!" The Clown Emperor smiled unscrupulously, just like a child begging for toys from his parents.