Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

A mountain of food also appeared on the golden dinner plate on the long table. Harry’s eyes skipped over the mashed potatoes, and he piled up steaks and roast lamb ribs on his plate, as a real carnivore Well, Harry never wronged himself to eat grass. Vegetarian food is indeed a must, but vegetable salad is a snack that refreshes the mouth after a meal.

"It's great, I haven't seen anyone with an appetite as good as mine for a long time." When Harry was eating, the chubby ghost floated over and said to Harry: "Hufflepuffs actually started dieting last year, saying Honestly, I really don't understand what positive effect this kind of behavior of starving people has."

"Because you don't need to eat now, fat monk, since I came to Hufflepuff, I have to eat breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper every day, and there is a barbecue party every weekend, or something weird I bet I'd gain at least forty pounds this year if Professor Sprout hadn't asked us to do some errands and pick out fertilizers."

A young man with a sad face leaned on his double chin. On his plate was a small piece of fried chicken breast, and the rest were all green vegetables.

"Actually, it's okay to be fatter. You are growing your body now. If you don't eat enough, how can you grow your body? Even if you want to lose weight, you have to eat enough to have strength, right?"

The fat monk touched his stomach, with a simple and honest smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

"Forgive me, fat monk, your experience can't give us much confidence."

The boy stuffed a bunch of vegetable leaves into his mouth with a sad face, and chewed like chewing wax.

"Why do people call you fat monk?" After finishing the sizzling roast lamb ribs, Harry glanced at the fat monk wrapped in a machine gun bullet belt. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a priest in a church. , unless what the church believes in is not a God girl, but Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with 3,600 rotations per breath, and six clean depleted uranium bombs.

"This." The fat monk scratched his cheeks and said in a tone of complete disregard: "I went to the church to become a priest after graduation, but that era was not very good, the Muggle world was very chaotic, Worse than the wizarding world, with wars, famines, and diseases, I think joining the church can do something for them."

"The result?" Harry raised his heart to listen to the story.

"As a result, I became a cardinal at an unprecedented speed, and I was only one step away from the Pope, but ah, and because of this, the contemporary Pope, who felt that his status was unstable, let the referee attack me with a stun gun and shocked me. Dizzy, give me a name of heresy."

"In the end, I realized that being a god can't save the world. After all, there is no god in this world, but magic can."

The fat monk patted his bullet belt and spread his hands, his face was rather helpless, "It's a pity that I realized it too late. Fortunately, I was not crucified and burned to death. They didn't dare to do that. I died!" It's pretty decent."

"Sneak attack?" A little wizard heard this and said, "It's not because you are too fat to run, so a group of Muggles jumped on you and tied you up."

"You were tied up and tied to a stick as a pig and killed. I didn't, I wasn't, you are talking nonsense!"

The fat monk who denied Sanlian said with a serious face. He waved his hands and firmly denied such a statement, "Rumors stop at the wise, you have to learn to be smart, don't believe those messy gossips, they are all fabricated."

"But I didn't say anything."

The little Hufflepuff wizards laughed cheerfully, the fat monk pursed his lips, and then laughed along with him.

"Well, children, it's not good to eat too much fat, like me, but you don't need to starve yourself on purpose now, no matter what, you must eat enough."

"Yes, you will have the strength to do things when you are full."

Harry settled his pure meat feast, and then picked up a pot of vegetable salad to relieve his boredom.

"Look, that's the right idea."

The fat monk looked at Harry with eyes filled with admiration, "What a great boy." Saying that, the fat monk floated aside and greeted the other freshmen cheerfully.

The dinner party was coming to an end. The Hogwarts dessert pudding tasted good, but it was a little too sweet, which didn't suit Harry's taste very well. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Harry turned his attention to the teacher's table .

Hagrid was drinking a ton of wine from an oak barrel with a handle. He chatted happily with an old professor who was missing an arm, and his godfather, Severus Snape, who popped out suddenly, had already finished his meal. Dinner was over, he crossed his fingers in front of him, covering half of his face, Harry met his eyes, and Snape seemed to give him a slight nod.

And when Harry's eyes skipped Snape and looked to his side, Harry didn't see the 'that person' that should have existed in his impression.

A timid, nervous Professor Quirrell wearing a large hood.

'Could it be that Voldemort didn't sneak into Hogwarts by sticking Quirrell's head? ’ Harry looked back and muttered in his heart, ‘Then who will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts class? '

Harry no longer expects that he can get any effective clues based on JK Rowling's original work, whether it is the wand turned into a gun, or the second godfather Severus Snape besides Sirius, or not Grindelwald, who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, these things have exceeded his impression and cognition, and it is understandable that there is one less Voldemort man, Zhu Liqiluo.

'But anyway, Hagrid must have gotten the Sorcerer's Stone out of Gringotts.'

Harry tried his best to recall the cleanliness of the underground vault of Gringotts. At that time, his mind was so muddy that he only vaguely remembered that Hagrid took away a small package. He had no memory of the shape of the item at all, and he didn't pay attention at all .

'Is Dumbledore still planning to go fishing? The bait is there, but what about the fish? '

He looked at the faculty table again, but there were no weirdly dressed professors, especially ones with big heads.

This is very unreasonable, but it seems very reasonable.

This world is already weird enough, if Voldemort really sticks to Quirrell's head and goes through the normal main line process, Harry will feel that the world is a bit unreal.

When the last pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, the forest area on the school grounds prohibits any students from trespassing without permission. I hope some senior students will also remember this well."

His eyes swept across the Gryffindor table, as if reminding some mischievous guys.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, has asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the corridors between classes.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in joining the college team, please contact Ms. Huo Qi."

"Students are prohibited from entering the right corridor on the fourth floor of the castle this year. Anyone who does not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please stay away."

"Finally, because Hogwarts narrowly lost in the team competition of last year's Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, "Everyone should be clear."

"Me." Dumbledore pointed to his face. "According to the agreement of the competition, I was lost. I will leave Hogwarts for the whole year and go to Durmstrang School to teach."

The freshmen of the first grade looked stunned, but the old students showed no surprise but guilt and regret. They lost their principal. This is a shameful fact.

"However, since Charlie Weasley won the individual championship of the last Triwizard Tournament for us, although you lost me, you also took Durmstrang's principal, Gellert Grindel Mr. Waugh won."

Although the faces of the little wizards were a little more grateful, they were still not happy.

"Principal Grindelwald will teach a one-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts. I hope that each of you can study hard in his class. He is my friend and the best in the world. Master of Black Magic, I hope you can continue to improve under his teaching and prepare for the next Triwizard Tournament."

"Next, I would like to invite Principal Gellert Grindelwald to say a few words for everyone."

Dumbledore nodded to Gellert, and the handsome old man in the white-haired windbreaker stood up, shoulder to shoulder with Dumbledore.

Although Grindelwald hadn't spoken yet, the moment he got up, the atmosphere in the auditorium became a little different.

Different from Dumbledore's gentleness, Grindelwald has a high-pressure aura of a superior ruler. The relaxed and happy atmosphere disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a nervousness with uneasy eyes. Many young wizards couldn't help lowering their heads slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.

"I'm disappointed in you guys, very disappointed."

Grindelwald spoke, and the cold wind of his words blew all over the auditorium hall, as if the winter had come several months earlier, making people shiver with cold.

"I thought I'd come to Hogwarts to see something worth bringing back to Durmstrang."

He shook his head regretfully, the regret and disdain that he inadvertently revealed made the little wizard feel angry for no reason, and the most frizzy Gryffindor cub was a little ready to move, but under Grindelwald's cold and stern gaze, they had no choice but to be honest. Really sit down.

"Hogwarts has indeed included many talented young wizards, just like the Mr. Charlie Weasley I met last year. His wonderful performance in the individual competition is definitely the strongest at the time. In the face of a forty-foot-long black-backed dragon suddenly pounced, his composure was better than ninety-nine percent of the wizards in the world."

"It's a pity that even such an outstanding warrior who makes me applaud cannot lead you group of scattered people to victory in the team competition."

"At that time, I thought it was Dumbledore who was old and his eyesight was dim, otherwise why would he have arranged for some trash that dragged his feet. Watching you Hogwarts fight in the arena is a hundred times more funny than watching a clown's performance. "

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then turned into a serious and stern opening:

"There are glittering gold particles mixed in the sand, but the gold particles will not change the essence of you being a loose sand."

"Slack, disorderly, and internal divisions, even Beauxbaton's group of Gallic turkeys who advocate freedom and romance have restrained laxity and disorder with strict school rules. Hogwarts can survive a thousand years, in my opinion , This is indeed no small miracle.”

Although the words in his mouth seemed to be compliments, no one could understand the sarcasm in them.

There was a slight buzzing sound, and the little wizards seemed to be complaining about something.

"Al." Grindelwald didn't turn his head. "You have worked really hard these years. You must have worked very hard to maintain the freedom you have always had."

"Wizards are not Muggles after all." Dumbledore sighed softly.

"I understand, of course, but even so, Hogwarts is a herd of sheep led by a lion, how can it fight against a pack of wolves led by a lion?"

Grindelwald turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "Last year's team competition, don't tell me you couldn't see anything, that performance was a disaster."

"Why don't you just retire." Grindelwald smiled and extended the invitation, "Come with me to Durmstrang, you are not suitable to be a leader, you are suitable to be by my side."

He gave Dumbledore a meaningful look, but Dumbledore could only smile wryly and shook his head slightly.

"Enough complaining."

Grindelwald, who spoke to everyone again, had an undisguised sneer on his face.

"You guys are really obedient, and you can't wait to show me the fact that you are indeed a mess, maybe you are still proud?"

"I don't expect you to learn much from me, even if I will teach you seriously, I just hope that when the next three-final match begins, you won't let the audience and judges lose their appetite again."

"For example, do something stupid like using a wonderful explosion spell to knock out several other teammates from behind."

There was a deadly silence in the auditorium. In the silence, the little lions of Gryffindor stared at Slytherin fiercely. Across the Hufflepuff in the middle, the eyes of the two sides exchanged fire in mid-air, almost Sparks burst forth.

"Thank you very much for the advice of Principal Grindelwald. I sincerely hope that everyone can make new progress in this new year."

Dumbledore's opening made the glaring parties look away, but for this, Dumbledore could only sigh silently.

"Now then, let's sing the school song together!"

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall, who was beside him. Golden characters spewed out from the muzzle of Professor McGonagall's wand, condensing lines of text in midair.

"Everyone chooses a tune they like," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly, the chaotic tunes were not unified, and the chaotic freedom once again appeared in the auditorium.

After everyone sang the school song in disarray, Dumbledore bowed slightly to everyone gracefully.

"Today's dinner has come to a successful conclusion. I hope you can give me a big surprise when I come back next year!"

"It's time for bed, everyone go back to the dormitory."

As Dumbledore's voice fell, his figure continued to blur, and then turned into a hazy white light and disappeared in its original position.

The Dumbledore who stayed here was a phantom of magic, and the real Dumbledore was now sitting on the teacher's seat at Durmstrang's start-of-term banquet to neat applause.