Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

So far, Harry feels that everything in the wizarding world is normal, and the Voldemort who he saw in his dream holding the 50-point Desert Eagle

How could that thing exist, right?

Thinking of this in his heart, Harry, who was standing in front of the red brick wall, looked at Hagrid nervously. He remembered that Hagrid was using a pink umbrella in which his broken wand was hidden. Dumbledore used the old The wand repaired it, allowing Hagrid to stealthily put it away.

"Looks like you're not very happy, Harry? They're just glad you're back, nothing else."

Hagrid, despite his rugged appearance, is a gentle giant.

"Yeah, I shouldn't spoil the fun, but it was my parents who dealt with Voldemort, and my mother protected me." Harry touched the Glock scar on his forehead, "What right do I have to enjoy what I should have done?" To them, the flowers and applause of those brave people?"

"They paid with their lives for it, Hagrid!"

Harry's voice rose a little, far away in the silence of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I hope people will remember their sacrifices, and people should remember the real heroes, not me, the so-called boy who lived."

"The heroes who should be remembered the most! They don't even have a monument! People only remember the guys who caused the fear of the past, but forget the people who drove the darkness for them. Is it right?"

"I am lucky, but I am not great, and I am not entitled to the flowers and applause that belong to them."

There was some silence in Harry's voice, but his words were firm.

"Maybe you're right." Hagrid nodded. "People were terrified. It is estimated that few people can name all the people who died because of this."

Hagrid looked a little depressed, and he included himself among the people he was talking about.

He dug into his huge, bottomless pocket, and pulled out a handful.

Cute pink umbrella.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the world really wasn't as outrageous as in his dream.

"What is a 50-caliber Desert Eagle. Haha." Harry grinned.

"What?" Hagrid looked at Harry suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Harry shook his head, "How should I get into Diagon Alley? There's no way here, right?"

Hearing this, Hagrid smiled at Harry, "Look."

He counted the bricks on the wall with his little pink umbrella, "Look carefully, count three bricks up and two bricks down the side - stand back, Harry."

He tapped the brick three times with the tip of his umbrella.

The brick began to shake, and the entire red brick wall began to fold and move. A hole appeared, and then it grew bigger and bigger, turning into an archway big enough for Hagrid to pass through. Endless cobbled streets.

"Welcome," said Hagrid. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

There seemed to be a familiar BGM sounding from Harry's ears, and the noisy voices of the crowd, people's footsteps, and all kinds of weird and indistinguishable sounds came into his ears.

Harry walked forward a few times, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes full of surprise looking at the magical world in front of him, where everything seemed to be normal.

The sun was shining brightly on a cauldron outside the nearest store, and above it hung a sign that read:

Copper—brass—pewter—silver crucibles, complete models, automatic stirring, foldable.

Harry was relieved that it was all so normal - wonderful!

But unfortunately, Harry was only focused on looking forward, and didn't notice that there was a row of slogans behind the cauldron:

Funnel-Hinged-Push Loader, semi-automatic, fully automatic loading, compatible with various calibers (except smoothbore ammunition)

"Where are we going at the first stop? Hagrid!"

Harry spoke excitedly and tugged at Hagrid's sleeve.

"Of course I went to get the money first, right in front."

Hagrid grinned, feeling Harry's excitement at the moment, "It seems you can't wait? Then let's go, and we can make big purchases after we get the money."

"OK!"

Harry spoke without hesitation and quickened his pace.

He also saw many shops along the way. One of the shops with the sign of Quidditch boutique was crowded with people. The slender and elegant silhouette of the broomstick.

‘If you take the money, go buy one! ’ He thought in his heart, “Let’s buy a wand first, this is more important.”

They soon came to the middle of Diagon Alley. Gringotts, built of white marble, was the most imposing and eye-catching building here. Standing beside the shiny bronze gate was a figure in a scarlet uniform. They were only over a meter away. , surprisingly short.

"Gringotts is here," said Hagrid, who also caught Harry's gaze. "Yes, that's a goblin."

The two walked up the marble steps. As they passed by, Harry glanced at the goblin who saluted them. He had dark skin, a pointed beard, and very slender hands and feet. Harry thought he could get him hands and feet together, his big arms were bigger than all the goblin's limbs put together.

There was another silver door behind the bronze door. There were a few lines of text engraved on this double door. Harry didn't look at it carefully. He just glanced at it and followed Hagrid into the hall.

A hundred or so goblins are sitting busy behind the long counter, some are busy weighing fist-sized rubies, inspecting them carefully with eyepieces, and some are busy registering in the large ledger. There were countless doors in the hall, and countless goblins were leading wizards to different places to handle different business. Hagrid led Harry to the counter.

"Morning." Hagrid said to the idle goblin at the counter, "We need to withdraw some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

"Have you got his key, sir?"

"Bring it." Hagrid was digging in his big pockets, and a lot of sundries were scattered all over the table. The goblin wrinkled his nose, but soon, Hagrid held a small golden key and handed it to the goblin, " found it!"

The goblin who took the key checked it carefully, "It should be fine."

"I also have a letter from Professor Dumbledore here," Hagrid said solemnly, puffing out his chest, "it's about the 'that thing' in the underground vault of No. 713."

The goblin read the letter carefully, casting a glance at Hagrid.

"Very well," he said, and handed the letter back to Hagrid. "I've got someone to take you to these two underground vaults. Griphook!"

A goblin walked quickly and led them out of the hall and into one of the many doors.

Behind the door is not a luxurious marble building, but a stone corridor, which is illuminated by burning torches. At the end of the stone corridor, there is a railroad track, which is erected above the abyss cave where the bottom cannot be seen in front of it, without any support .

A mine dump truck rushed over and stopped in front of them.

After the passengers are seated, it doesn’t look so serious. The track car sprinted forward, and it took less than five seconds to accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers. In 1991, this speed had beaten many sports cars. .

The exhilarating feeling of speed excited Harry. Boxing, wrestling, kickboxing, rock climbing, hunting, these sports that can bring pleasure are Harry's favorite, and now, he needs to add a new item : Gringotts Drag Race.

The winding railroad turns 180 degrees from time to time, and then dives at a 90-degree right angle. Under the effect of magic, the passengers on it are not at risk of being thrown out, but the sound of howling wind is combined with the feeling of weightlessness and pushing back Mixed into a heart-pounding thrill trip.

After the car came to a complete stop, Harry jumped out of the car refreshed, while Hagrid beside him had a green face and looked like he wanted to vomit.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"It feels great!"

Hearing this answer, Hagrid leaned on the wall and retched for a while.

"Mister Harry Potter's vault has arrived."

The goblin Griphook glanced at Hagrid. He happened to pass by him when he was retching just now. Fortunately, Hagrid didn't vomit, otherwise, just thinking about the spewing images would make Griphook goosebumps all over his body.

After opening the lock with the golden key, Griphook handed the key to Harry, and then a puff of green smoke sprayed out from the gap in the vault door. After the smoke cleared, Harry looked up. Stupid in place.

"Did we go wrong?"

Harry rubbed his eyes, he felt that he should be dreaming.

"Scared?" Hagrid seemed to feel better, he patted Harry on the shoulder, and walked in front of him.

"Your father and mother have left you a lot of inheritance. I heard that your Potter family has always been quite rich. The shampoo and instant hair smoothing agent that have been popular in the wizarding world for decades are patented by your family. Yes, this gold is enough for you to complete your studies at Hogwarts and settle down in the wizarding world."

"Pay one Galleon and you can check the detailed billing history for ten years, and you can check every transfer of income. Mr. Potter, do you need this service?"

The goblin Griphook asked Harry, but Harry still didn't answer.

It took a while before Harry patted his face and pinched his arm.

"No! I mean, are you sure it's a vault and not an arsenal?"

What you can see is gold like a hill, silver like a mountain, and a lot of brass that you can't see clearly, but their shape is not the coin shape in Harry's memory, but a 9mm caliber pistol bullet!

Gold bullets, silver bullets and brass bullets!

There are at least several million rounds stored here! If it can be used normally, it is more than enough to support a high-intensity local war.

"arsenal?"

Hagrid scratched his head in confusion, then walked in.

"There are not many swords in here."

Hagrid poked around in a wooden box, holding several decorative swords inlaid with jewels, also made of gold and silver, with the Potter family crest on them.

"That's what I mean." Harry pointed to the mountain of gold.

"This is Gallon, this is Gallon Gold."

Hagrid picked up a handful of gold bullets, "The silver ones are silver Sickles, and the rest are copper Knuts. One Galleon equals seventeen Sickles, and one Sickle equals twenty-nine Nats. Simple enough for Bar."

He took out a pocket that was used as a wallet and put some of the three currencies in it, "This is enough for you for two semesters."

He stuffed the heavy pocket into Harry's arms, patted the stunned Harry, and turned to Griphook and said, "Now take us to Vault 713, but can you drive a little slower?"

"The speed is only one," Griphook replied subconsciously, but he paused halfway through speaking, and he sized Hagrid up, "Are you feeling sick?"

"Obviously, yes." Hagrid nodded, still looking a little green.

Sighing, Griphook fished a large wrench from behind his ass, and turned a screw on the car, turning the speed up to maximum so that Hagrid wouldn't spit in his face when he vomited.

"Mr. Potter, we have to go."

Griphook tapped the dump truck with a wrench, reminding Harry to get up quickly.

"oh oh"

Holding a large bag of bullets called Gallon, Harry boarded the car in a daze, not even paying much attention to the rest of the journey.

When he came back to his senses, Hagrid had brought him into the sunlight, and they were standing outside the gate of Gringotts, with a bustling stream of people ahead.

Everything is so familiar, but full of strange alienation.

"Have I arrived in the wizarding world, Hagrid?" Harry looked up, looking at Hagrid with a livid face.

"I guess so. I think I need to go back and have a pick-me-up. Bah~"

"I hate these goblins!"