All things are three at Hogwarts

King Harold of England re-raised the army, but he, like William who was blown by the storm and took refuge in the French port of St. Valery, believed that he was in a disadvantageous situation. He was still a long way from the south of York. , and must always face threats from the Vikings.

The two dark horses, King Harald of Sweden and his ally Tosti, Earl of Northumbria, had fresh and powerful armies, and they were well prepared. Currently, only a local force assembled by the northern nobles opposes them.

Today, beside a ditch near Yorkshire, an old earl who looks to be in his seventies or eighties as the leader of the northern nobles is waiting here with several of his men.

There was a shadow raven nestled hiddenly in the lush trees. Its little shadowy head turned around until it saw a strong Viking man with a figure of about seven feet and a golden ponytail. Seeing a dead deer striding towards this side, its three eyes were fixed on the bear-skin-clad Viking. He walked alone in front of everyone in England without fear, and then put the deer in front of the old earl. Throw it away as a Viking gift.

"My name is Lynch, don't attack us. We are just here to do business. The Vikings are learning to do business. So, Englishmen, listen up. We are learning to do business, although there are always some among us who learn very slowly. There have been some misunderstandings... So Harald III, the King of Norway, a descendant of the blond King Haralda and the son of Sigurthal, the chieftain of eastern Norway, sent me to tell you that as long as you give up York, he will allow you to offer your silver and livestock. In exchange for peace." Although the Viking sent to negotiate looked taller and stronger than the average Viking, he obviously had different affinities and higher wisdom. He made himself look sincere and looked a little embarrassed when he approached. The other party advised him thoughtfully, "I think it would be more cost-effective for you to pay tribute to eliminate the disaster than to let us hack him to death. We don't want to fight, we just want to negotiate a price and do business."

"Negotiate the price? We will use our swords and spears to pay tribute to you, and the sharp blade of the battle ax will smile at you." The withered old man was obviously much tougher than his figure looked, and he was not moved by it. He gave his answer slowly with a mocking tone, "I have two powerful earls, one of whom is the king's brother-in-law, and their strong men. Pay tribute? They will defend this land to the death, So grab your prey and get out!”

"I'm so sorry that you said that." The Viking's voice was low, and he stared at each other without saying anything. They knew in each other's hearts that a battle was about to break out.

For these northern Englanders, they now had to contend in one way or another with the Viking army and their once-exiled sworn enemy, the Tosti.

Later, just two miles away from the gates of York, on the bank of a deep ditch in Fulford, a force of Northern Englanders stood on one side of the ditch, while more than 6,000 heavily armed Vikings stood on the other side. Although the people were not all brought by King Harald, and the formation seemed a bit scattered, they were not at all demoralized due to the disadvantage in numbers. Instead, they were all gearing up to start a battle.

All the two parties had to do was cross the ditch with water flowing between them. It was high tide time now, which separated them.

Lynch inspected the Viking berserkers in the front line he was responsible for, who were also wearing armor and holding giant axes with two hands. He issued a mobilization: "Cows and sheep will die, relatives will die, everyone will die, but one thing will last forever. , that is the glory of the dead. Odin helps, what do we want?"

"Fight." The brave and fierce Vikings roared in unison.

"What do you want?" the Viking repeated loudly again.

"Fight." The soldiers raised their voices and roared loudly.

The Northern England troops who were neatly arranged on the other side of the ditch lined up directly next to the swampy highland on the other side. They blocked the Vikings' road to York, and obviously not to be outdone, they also boosted morale and began to move towards The Vikings exchanged insults, and for a moment the two troops stood in their respective places, slapping their shields with their weapons and shouting at each other that they were waiting for the tide to go down so that they could actually fight.

After a long period of angry cursing, the tide began to recede. Following an order, both sides of the confrontation raised their shields and took a step forward in agreement.

The soldiers who gathered under the command of the old count, under his leadership, moved the shield wall a few steps closer, tapping their weapons against the shields to taunt the Vikings.

None of these northern Englanders were afraid of death. They did not choose to hide behind the high walls of Yorkshire and tremble. Instead, they took up arms and faced the powerful enemies on the other side of the ditch to defend the chastity of women and the freedom of their children and grandchildren. Even if they are broken into pieces, they will not hesitate. The Anglo-Saxons will never bow to the strongman who robs their homes and homes.

The English soldiers' shouting became faster and faster, and the Vikings on the opposite side seemed to be unable to bear the provocation. If it weren't for the officers' preparedness, some might have wanted to forcefully cross the river without waiting for the tide to recede.

At this time, Allen, who had been delayed for a while because of absorbing souls at sea and encountering Captain Jack by chance, finally arrived not far from the shore of the deep ditch in Fulford. Because of the tight time and change of mentality, he had no time to maintain. Instead of using the slow-paced movements he was used to, he directly used the Disguise Charm and walked a large circle along the ditch and both sides of the bank and began to set up a magic circle on the battlefield.

Finally, Allen let himself float to a high raised boulder. He raised his staff and activated a huge magic barrier composed of illusions and confusion spells arranged on both sides of the ditch in order to absorb the souls of those who died in the battle. Such preparations must be made. The ashes of the soul-sucked soldiers in the sea will be swallowed up by the sea without leaving a trace. But on such a large battlefield, if the dead soldiers turn into ashes one after another, they will definitely be affected by these fearful visions. The attention of the Muggle troops may even lead to an unexpected termination of the war. Fortunately, the tide here gave Allen an opportunity not to waste.

Seeing that the tide had receded enough for them to start a war, Allen, who had just activated the magic circle, quickly used the one used as one of the basic materials to make the magic stone, which had previously absorbed the vitality of the blood pool and the transformed twisted flesh. The flowing red magic stone was placed on this boulder.

This magic stone was far from blood-red to the color of his memory in later generations, so he put it here, and then hurriedly went to the battlefield where it was possible at any time, and began to mend the vicious curse of the wounded soldiers in the battlefield who could not let go. Stop the bleeding yourself and use it to absorb their life force until their souls are sucked away by the staff after they die.