Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The big copper teapot let out the whistle of 'woo woo woo', a big hand lifted the teapot off the fire despite the scorching flames, a cup of hot tea was held in both hands, and the horseman drank it After the grass soup made with herbs and spices, the strange taste in Harry's mouth was finally suppressed.

“It feels good to be alive”

Harry, who was lying on the grass with his head up, let out a long breath looking at the shining stars in the sky that had turned into night. He turned over and looked in Hagrid's direction with his head propped on his arms.

"Although there are elements of my own death, there must be a big problem with Hagrid's 'a little pain'!"

"Uh" Hagrid pondered for a moment, "What hurts?"

"That's what you said, the one that injects magic power into the body."

Harry slapped his forehead, and Hagrid had already forgotten about it.

"oh oh!"

Suddenly, Hagrid finally remembered what was going on, "You're talking about this, it really only hurts a little."

He spread his hands innocently, "If it's too dangerous, I definitely won't let you use this method to become stronger, that's what I did in the beginning."

"Control the magic power and force it into the muscles and bones. When it is full, the strength will become stronger. As for the pain"

After thinking about it for a moment, Hagrid gave his measurement method.

"It's probably the pain of being bitten by a Chimera beast. You may not be used to it for the first time, but I'm different. When I was fighting the valley with the centaur, I was bitten dozens of times. , Maybe I got used to this feeling at that time."

Hearing Hagrid's inappropriate words, Harry fell into silence helplessly.

"It's because I think too highly of myself"

Harry sat up and hugged his face. He and Hagrid's two completely different starting points made him lose the idea of ​​so-called comparison at all.

Even though Hagrid was not as strong as he is now, Hagrid is a half-blood giant! At the age of sixteen, he is a super hunk who is three meters tall! The kind with arms thicker than your waist.

Even the Astartes who had undergone nineteen remodeling operations hadn't grown to three meters. This terrifying size, which had already surpassed the limit of human physiology, was the powerful power brought to him by the part of his blood belonging to giants.

What is a giant? A high-intelligence humanoid magical creature whose fecundity can be compared with that of human beings, whose survivability exceeds that of human beings, and who has the ability to cast spells in addition to its great strength, if their minds are not always full of killing, killing, hacking, eating, and eating. The thoughts of eating and recklessness do not have the order required to form civilization, otherwise the real masters of this planet may be them, not humans.

What you need to know is that even if giants are mixed blood, their offspring are born with magical powers. Even if they are mixed with Muggles, the offspring they give birth to are 100% magical half-blood giants, although the talent in magic may be so poor. Same as Squibs, but having magic power and not having magic power are two different things, not to mention there is a huge gap in physical fitness.

As for the mixed blood of wizards and Muggles, the probability of their heirs having magical powers is at most 50 to 50. The bloodlines of wizards are far less stable than those of giants, and they are not as aggressive as giants.

But just because they lost the possibility of establishing civilization, the giants lost the ability to compete with humans. They were constantly driven away, and finally ended up surviving in the deep mountains and old forests.

Seeing that Harry was in depression, Hagrid, who was at a loss, tried to comfort him, but he stretched out his hand halfway, and he didn't know what to say, and his stupid mouth was probably one of Hagrid's weaknesses.

"Actually, there's no need to comfort my Hagrid." A small hand patted Hagrid's trash can lid-sized hand. After a moment of frustration, Harry looked up at him.

"If it's to blame, I'm too weak. If I can hold back the pain, maybe"

Harry paused.

"Wait, let me try this."

Feeling that, Harry patted his butt and stood up. He walked to the stake that Hagrid used to hang the horned camel before and stood there. Then he jumped hard and grabbed the top of the stake with one hand.

As a good rock climber, Harry's hand skills are well practiced. Some rock cracks are only one centimeter wide, and Harry needs to hold on to such a small place in many cases.

After clinging to the top of the wooden post, Harry slowly let go of his fingers, and put more than a hundred kilograms of weight on his little finger. The sound of breathing became heavy in just a few seconds. , Blue veins burst out on the trembling right arm, even with professional training, the pressure was too heavy for a single finger.

But after landing, with just a short breath, Harry jumped up again, and this time, he switched to his left hand.

He also hangs all his weight on one finger, but the performance of the left hand is much better than that of the right hand. He lasted nearly a third longer than the last time, and after confirming this point, Harry couldn't help showing An excited smile.

"Hagrid, your method works!"

Harry stepped forward a few steps and grabbed Hagrid's hand, "Although I'm hurt and hurt a little, I've really become stronger!"

"Train the magic into your muscles!"

Gritting his teeth, Harry said viciously, and Hagrid couldn't help but feel worried with his somewhat ruthless expression.

"But you can't bear it. You were in such pain just now. If you do it again, it might be over."

"Then cut off the pain nerve, anyway, the magic can be connected, even if it is blown to pieces, the big deal is to drink a bottle of potion!"

But at this point, Harry shuddered violently, and the previous pride and ambition disappeared instantly at this moment. He subconsciously touched the bag on his chest, and his weak legs made him shut his mouth silently and sat beside Hagrid.

"Potion. Forget about potion, at least you can't drink this"

"That's really mortal."

"But no matter what!" Harry's eyes seemed to light up after regaining his strength.

"As long as I can get through it! I can become stronger than I am now!"

"But why?" Hagrid frowned, he didn't understand why Harry would take such a risk to do something that seemed meaningless.

"You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid said earnestly, "You're different from me. I can't use magic, but you can. I heard from Professor Flitwick that you are the most powerful magician he has ever met." One of the gifted students, you have the potential to become a dueling master."

"Why do you do this kind of thing? You obviously have a better choice."

"Because I'm scared, Hagrid."

Sighing slightly, Harry sat closer to Hagrid. Hagrid's generous body gave people a sense of security. This is the sense of security brought by absolute power, which is more intuitive than powerful magic.

"Last week, when Professor Grindelwald gave us our first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he said: We are running out of time, children."

"And after that, Professor Flitwick told me something." Harry was silent for a while, and after sensing that the magic contract would not be touched, he spoke again. After all, Hagrid was not a kid in the first or second grade. Wizard, he had been at Hogwarts for at least six years.

"The professor told me about the Demon Race, which is an enemy wizards have always fought against."

"But the professor also said that the wizarding world has been at peace for too long."

"Although I didn't have much time to search for information, I asked a senior senior, and he told me that the Triwizard Tournament had been interrupted for centuries, and it just so happened that at that point in time, there was a record of the war against the demons. It became very rare, I briefly read "History of Magical Warfare", and this time is correct."

"But the Triwizard Tournament was resumed, and it was resumed twelve years ago. Professor Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore, and many powerful wizards jointly initiated the restoration of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Is this a coincidence? Or a foreshadowing?"

"What does the return of the Triwizard Tournament represent? What is this tournament for?"

"I don't know the former, but I understand the latter. The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to select the strongest new-generation wizards, and the purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to select the strongest new-generation team."

"Professor Grindelwald has emphasized 'team', 'discipline', and 'collaboration' more than once. I think this is definitely not aimless. As a powerful wizard whose reputation and strength have reached the peak, he will never talk nonsense .”

"Since time is running out, and since wizards like him are worried about it."

"Then I, who is ten thousand times weaker than him, how can I protect myself when I encounter the irresistible torrent of the times?"

"The only thing I can do is to become stronger, keep getting stronger, so that I have enough strength to resist the difficulties or disasters I will face."

"Before coming to Hogwarts, when you came to my house, Aunt Petunia said that my mother told her 'Something has to be done'. It was her then, and now, it's me."

"I don't believe in fate or destiny, but there are always some things in the world that can only be done by a certain type of people."

"Perhaps I am one of that sort."

Harry smiled, a very carefree smile.

"Since my life is destined to be wonderful, let's make it even more dazzling."

"I will study Hagrid carefully when I go back. Please rest assured that this is the only time I'm reckless. I will be more careful next time."

"Maybe in the future, after I've done what you've done, I'll have a new name."

"Harry Astarte Potter."

"A true England superman."

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