"Very good!"

Artoria said with a smile.

"Very good!"

She said it twice, and it was clear that the second time was not for Melda Hallie and the others.

Her deep eyes looked at everyone present at Hogwarts.

A spirit far healthier than Camelot coalesced here.

As the King of Britain, she recognized this sentiment. It's much better than the group of chefs who only blindly worship her.

Moving at will, Artoria slowly raised her hand, and the Sword of the Chosen King appeared in her hand. The golden hilt is inlaid with various gemstones, and it is a symbolic sword.

Artoria had never used this weapon against an enemy.

In some ways, though, it works better than the Sword of Victory Pact.

"As King Arthur, I bless you."

The long sword condensed with light particles suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the light was like the sun in the sky, and it was also like a mother's warm embrace.

After the light, everyone only felt a sense of relaxation in their bodies. It was as if all fatigue had been washed away.

"Now, I declare that all competitions are officially over!"

"The winning house is: Gryffindor !!"

After giving everyone more blessings, Artoria announced with a gentle face.

Melda stared at the goddess's brilliance in distraction.

Just now, a permanent buff suddenly appeared on his system panel.

[Blessings from the Goddess, far away from the ideal of the world, may you never be hurt.] 】

[Effect: Affinity with Nature increased by 10%, Physical Damage taken reduced by 30%, Recovery Speed increased by 30%.] 】

Boy! This buff is overbearing, and nothing else, because it's permanent.

Doesn't this equate to a direct rise in physical attributes?

What a cowhide, Melda sighed, this should be considered a miracle! It can be released with a single hand, and it can be given to so many people.

O king!

How powerful are you?

Just as Melda was lost in thought. The wizards of the entire Gryffindor have been frantically surging over like a tide.

Fred George was the fastest, and they slammed Melda on his shoulders. There was a lot of laughter and laughter.

"Look, that's my brother, it's my brother!" Percy stood in the hallway, constantly pointing at Ron, who was also being lifted, and said loudly to the people around him.

Hermione was obviously not treated, but there were still a lot of young wizards surrounding her. As the only decent person in the foursome, he is also a little undignified at the moment.

Her loose hair made her look like a grumpy lion, and her dirty white wizard's cloak was not as good as she had just been.

Carried away by joy, she forgot to clean herself.

Melda, who was lifted up by the twins, kept struggling, he turned his head sideways, and a pair of clear eyes were full of anger at Harley, who was also being lifted.

"Hey! That person, take advantage of it, right? ”

"Where are your hands going?"

"My tower meows." Melda, who was struggling and shouting constantly, had no choice but to take advantage of our Harley this time.

However, looking at the perpetrator himself, he was happy, as if he had not noticed the fact that he was being 'put up and down'.

"Long live Gryffind!!"

"Long live the Knights!!"

"Long live the legendary Knights of Arthurian Heroes!!"

Gan! Shame on you!

Melda blushed and turned her head. Don't say I came up with the name.

Wow! The Lord is still watching!

Hear me!

Definitely heard!

"Long live the legendary Knights of Arthurian Heroes!!"

"Long live Gryffind!!"

"Long live the Knights!!"

......

In the afternoon, everyone is busy sorting out their belongings or holding a celebration.

And Melda finally found a chance to escape from the crazy Gryffindors.

He is looking for someone's figure, which is not difficult, after all, that person's popularity in Hogwarts is so high, it is estimated that only Old Deng Tou can compare, and he swept it at a glance, where he was surrounded by a group of young wizards, there was her figure.

"Goodbye, Professor!"

"Will the professor still teach Defence Against the Dark Arts next semester?"

"Professor..."

The twittering questions didn't stop from the moment Melta walked into her.

And from time to time, other little wizards will pass by and join in.

However, if you really talk about it, who is the person who has the most headache after Artoria leaves?

That's definitely our Headmaster, Lord Dumbledley.

Well, Melda guesses that the old headmaster is probably having a headache for the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!

After all, no one in the entire wizarding world knew that Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship was cursed by a hot man. Any wizard who holds this position does not end well.

So, basically, there are very few wizards applying for this position.

Speaking of which, in fact, Melda mentioned very much, since this position was cursed by Voldemort, then it would be good not to have this position at all.

Another name, what is "Dark Arts Resistance" or "Three Years of Dark Magic, Five Years of Azca", "From Hogwarts to Azkaban" or something,

It wouldn't be long before Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall took turns in class. It would be nice to dilute this course and divide it equally among other subjects.

Ay! I don't have a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor directly, see who you Voldemort curses?

"All right, kids. The little hero over there has been waiting for a long time, let's go to the auditorium first, and I'll come over later. Artoria's lips showed an imperceptible smile, like a ripple on her face, quickly across her face.

She pointed to Melda around the corner of the hallway, her eyes condensing into an affectionate glimmer before disappearing into the depths of her eyes.

"Then the professor needs to hurry up."

A group of little wizards left reluctantly, as if they had been robbed of their beloved things.

...

The crowd slowly dispersed.

Artoria walked lightly on the grass leading to Hagrid's hut.

"You took the name?"

"Huh?"

Melda, who was walking side by side, was speechless.

What to do if you are inexplicably ashamed.

"yes, what's wrong!" As the saying goes, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed. Anyway, if someone finds out, Melda simply won't be ashamed.

It's the old man who obtains it, how to drop.

"Humph!"

"Little slippery!"

Her delicate face outlined an upward arc, and although her mouth was not very forgiving, her expression was unexpectedly full of relief.

"I'm leaving."

"I know." Melda whispered in agreement.

"Don't be so sad, it's not life and death."

"Nope!" Melda tilted her head. "It's just a pity that one of my thighs is missing."

The breeze blew through the hills, and brought up the king's hair. She gently brushed away the broken hair in front of her, and the sun was setting in the distance.

At this time, Melda suddenly realized that her sword was called: Victory. And her scabbard is called: Avalon.

The ideal place to get away from the world: Avalon.

O king!

When will you really put down the sword in your hand and sail into the ideal land far away from the world?