Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"The professor can turn into a cat!"

"Stupid! That's Maomao Superman!"

"handsome!"

"cool!"

"Professor McGonagall was so good-looking when he was young!"

"So, the more beautiful a girl is, the more dignified she will be when she gets old, right?"

"You just say you like it or not."

"I think. In fact, you are pretty good"

"Huh??? I'm a man!"

"It's the same in a dress."

"Why didn't you wear it!"

"Alright, do you want to see it?"

".Then try?"

As the little wizards left the classroom and walked towards the auditorium, the discussion about Professor McGonagall and a bunch of messy things turned into a buzzing sound and accompanied them. The little Hufflepuff badgers chatted happily. Some unfamiliar freshmen quickly mingle with each other after having strange topics.

The flow of people gathered in the auditorium. Lunch time was the busiest time at Hogwarts. After finishing their first magic class, the first-year freshmen fell into a state of excitement.

However, compared to other people of the same age, Harry didn't have so many messy thoughts. Although his mind was also in a mess at the moment, this wrong magic world had a particularly huge impact on him.

[I really need to learn Occlumency quickly, or something like a time traveler or prophet, it's all a piece of shit. 】Harry, clutching his forehead, stuffed fish and chips, grilled chicken legs, steak and pork chops, cauliflower, and pudding cake mints into his mouth in a dull manner, until a full belch awakened his drowsy consciousness.

[Professor McGonagall, the magic mecha catwoman, put aside, what do I have to figure out first? 】

Rubbing his forehead, Harry waved his hand and rejected Neville's invitation to go back to the common room together, "I'm too full at noon, I have to go for a walk first." Patting his slightly distended stomach, Harry walked out unsteadily the gate of the castle.

Although the sun on the top of the head makes people a little irritable, the flat grassland that can be seen is also refreshing. In the distance, the Forbidden Forest that meets the grassland has a dark green light, even in the scorching sun at noon It can't penetrate the thick forest, and spread the heat all over the deep forbidden forest.

A huge stone house is smoking, becoming the only forbidden punctuation between the lawn and the forbidden forest.

Harry sped up his pace a little, and walked towards the distance at a jogging speed, but he didn't go far. Harry, who had a feeling, looked up and saw a small white dot slowly moving on the blue background board. Hedwig, Harry recognized immediately.

In just ten minutes, Hagrid's hut was already within reach, a slightly burnt wheat scent and a strong smell of stew wafted out from the door of the hut, and the heavy solid wooden door was slammed with fists, " Hagrid!"

"Hagrid, I'm here to see you!"

Harry's loud voice was immediately answered, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, followed by the sound of barking dogs.

"It's a guest, it's a guest, Fang Ya, shut up, it's Harry."

Hagrid's cheerful voice came from behind the door, and the sound of Fang Fang's dog's paws rubbing against the floor was quite clear.

"Wow, woof, woof!" "Crunch—"

The heavy oak door was pushed open by Hagrid's huge palm, and a dark-coated Neapolitan mastiff, with a little drool hanging from its sharp teeth, was particularly eye-catching when it wagged its tail and barked. He is a very well-behaved hound, at least when he first met Harry, the wildness of hunting and the loyalty of the guardian have been fully reflected.

But at the moment when the door opened, Yaya's barking stopped abruptly.

The moment the door opened, what caught Yaya's eyes was a handsome boy about five and a half feet tall, wearing a white sleeveless vest and a red short-sleeved thin shirt. His supposed slim fit was overwhelmed by his bulging muscles. It was bulging, and Fang Yagou's mouth was crooked at the sight of the cold and harsh lines, and he ran behind Hagrid's calf with his tail between his legs.

The sudden disappearance of the dog's bark made the air between the two of them suddenly quiet. Hagrid, who was a little puzzled, looked down and kicked his teeth dumbfounded.

"Yaya!" Hagrid sighed helplessly, "It's no wonder Lu Wei doesn't like you, so let's be a bit more aggressive."

Pulling Fangya's collar and throwing it forward, Hagrid pointed to Harry and said, "This is Harry, I will remember it from now on."

"Wow?"

Fang Ya, who opened his pitiful black eyes, looked at Harry cautiously, and then called out in a small voice, but when he saw Harry stretching out that big arm, the dog still closed his eyes dizzily.

"A tooth?"

The dog picked up by Harry with one hand seemed to give up struggling, "Hagrid, you're well-raised, your fur is so shiny." After stroking Yaya's head, Harry threw Yaya on the floor "It's a pity that I'm a little timid."

"Yeah, I'm a little timid." Hagrid scratched his head helplessly, and then quickly said to Harry, "Stop standing at the door, come in, come in."

"I was thinking of writing to you in a few days to invite you to come and sit down. I didn't expect you to come so soon. How is today's class? Magic is very interesting, right?"

Hagrid, who couldn't stop smiling, brought a big wooden cup, and the hot tea in it exuded a refreshing fragrance.

"Professor McGonagall is so cool! Transfiguration is very interesting, and Animagus transformation is simply... wow~" Harry couldn't help sighing when he remembered the scene at that time, "That is simply one of the ultimate boys' romances ah!"

"Really?" The grinning Hagrid was not idle, he picked up a large pot from the fireplace, which was full of a large pot of fragrant stew, "Want some? Two days ago, I helped the professors go to the Forbidden Forest to get some materials, and I kept the rest of the meat, the meat of the magic beast tastes good, you probably haven’t eaten it before.”

"Try it?" Hagrid took off another bamboo basket, which contained steaming scones, almost half the size of Harry's head.

Hagrid broke open the scones casually, and stuffed a large piece of stewed soft meat into it with a fork. Hearing a cracking sound of rocks breaking, half of the scones, which was half the size of a head, disappeared. Hagrid, who was enjoying himself, was eating well.

"Okay, okay, there is Yaya for you to eat." Hagrid, who felt his trouser legs being pulled, casually forked out a large piece of meat and threw it into the food bowl on one side, and Yaya, who was no longer so scared, rushed over like a joy, At this time, it really has the momentum of a vicious dog rushing to eat.

"Then try it!"

Although he had already eaten his lunch, it didn't seem like a big deal to cram a little more, but after picking up a piece of scone, Harry still underestimated Hagrid's teeth.

"Rock cake, right?"

With veins on his arms, Harry gritted his teeth and let out a low drink, then with a violent burst of force, imitating Hagrid's example, he abruptly broke the baked oatmeal that was definitely related to the stone.

Harry, with a murderous look on his face, took several breaths and managed to calm his breath. After a spoonful of broth and a piece of stew were complete, he slammed it down. The hard cake crust was broken, and the softer wheat cake inside was gone. The meat is full of soup, and the gelatinous meat is like steaming pudding. The two extremely contradictory touches merge into one with constant chewing. The food that can only be tasted after hard work is indeed easier than it is. The taste is several times better.

"Well done! Harry!"

Hagrid, who suddenly burst out laughing, seemed very happy, "I actually want to say that you can soak the biscuits a bit before eating, but the taste is the best now, but it's a pity that most people don't seem to be able to eat like this."

"Then you should have said it sooner, Hagrid."

Rubbing his sore cheeks, Harry muttered vaguely, "It's delicious, but it's a bit tooth-intensive."

"I still have to work harder. Breaking a cake almost exhausted me. How strong is your strength, Hagrid?"

While eating hard, Harry asked Hagrid curiously.

"Me?"

Hagrid, who hadn't paid much attention to this problem before, chewed a piece of rock cake, and then drank half a pot of boiling hot soup in one gulp. He wiped the corners of his mouth, and replied with some uncertainty: "I Probably able to lift... uh... a full-grown mountain tyrannosaurus, or throw it on its back while grabbing its tail."

"Mountain Tyrannosaurus?" Harry was still relatively unfamiliar with magical creatures, "What if it was replaced by a horned camel?"

"That kind of little thing?" Hagrid gave Harry a puzzled look. "I can break its horn with one punch and kill it."

Hagrid reached out and pointed to the broken sack hanging in the corner of the wall, which was full of thirty or forty long, slender and sharp horns like swords.

"There are a lot of big guys in the woods, and the kind of pony that is only as tall as my shoulders is only eaten."

Hearing Hagrid's casual answer, Harry immediately gave up his plan to compare strength with Hagrid.

Hagrid is more than three meters tall, with a shoulder height of at least 2.78 meters, and the Horned Camel weighs at least two tons. This magical beast that needs ten Aurors to stun becomes a punch in Hagrid's mouth. Die, waiting to be eaten?

Gasping for air, Harry sucked half of the patty in his hand, and he smacked his mouth tastelessly, falling into some kind of doubtful life.

"There should be a small number of wizards like you, right?" Although he knew that Hagrid was a half-blood giant, Harry couldn't say it clearly.

"That's right." Hagrid nodded, then hesitated, "Don't tell other people that I'm actually half-giant, my mother is, but I can't remember what she looks like, she's not a good mother, But my dad is fine."

There was a trace of tender nostalgia in Hagrid's eyes, "It's just that he died when I was a child." Hagrid pointed to the top of the fireplace, where there was a photo of a short man being surrounded by a burly man. The boy was placed on his shoulders. Hagrid was only about ten years old at that time, but he was almost two meters tall.

"Never mind these things, Harry." Hagrid changed his voice, and then drank the remaining pot of stew in one gulp.

"Harry, if you're okay today, I'll show you something nice. I don't worry about other little wizards, it's too dangerous for them, but for you, haha!"

Hagrid reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, and squeezed his strong muscles, "It's just right for you, those little guys won't hurt you easily."

"Oh, is it?"

Harry came to Hagrid because he wanted to ask something. It would definitely be much more convenient to get information from Hagrid than from other people, but he would be very happy if he could learn more.

"Then pack up and let's go. We won't go into too deep places, just wander around the edge, but you have to remember, don't run rashly into the woods alone, especially if it's deep, there are many people in it." Boy, even if it is me, I may not be able to kill him quickly, let alone a little wizard like you."