Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The shocking aroma of green grass wafted through the kitchen. Harry brewed the centaur herbal spice packet as tea. Vernon and Petunia, who were awakened by the noise they made, were enjoying drinking it at the moment. This hot tea.

"Good stuff, Harry, it's much better than coffee."

Feeling refreshed and refreshed, Uncle Vernon put down his empty glass and poured himself a full one.

"I brought a lot back. This is a small thing produced by the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. It is also very good for stewing meat. Aunt Petunia, you can try it later."

"That would be wonderful."

Petunia smiled and said, she had always regretted that she could not learn magic, but if she could get in touch with those novelty items in the wizarding world, it would be a good substitute.

The Ministry of Magic has very loose management of Muggle families with little wizards at home, and even allows them to enter Diagon Alley with little wizards and go to the wizarding world. Their children are wizards, and parents also have the right to know.

But next to the two people who tasted tea elegantly, Dudley, who buried his head in the washbasin and drank his face in the way of washing his face, was not so

"Saved! I'm alive!"

Dudley raised his head from the basin and fell back on the chair. The terrible taste that filled his mouth before was finally neutralized and wiped away by the green grass tea. He would have to drink a whole day just thinking of this terrible thing. four months!

His face, which was reddened by the heat, instantly turned pale.

"You can choose not to drink, Dudley."

Harry, who glanced at him, sat opposite Dudley, and he placed a familiar glass bottle on the table.

"Take this damn thing away from me! Stay away!!"

Dudley, who was screaming in terror, hugged his shoulders and shivered. He was afraid that Harry would pounce on him again and force himself to the ground to pour the stuff into his mouth. He didn't want to experience such a terrible feeling a second time.

"Cut~" Harry curled his lips in disdain. Although he knew that the potion he brewed was not good, it depends on who he compares with. The taste and taste of potions brewed according to war pharmacy are very bad, but Sne Pu'er's potion had broken through the lower limit of taste and texture. Compared with Harry's beloved godfather, his little trick was nothing like fart.

"It's impossible to become stronger without paying the price. Magic can do many amazing things, but magic is not omnipotent."

Harry, who unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp, wiped his mouth. Harry, who had already experienced Snape potion, had made great progress in his endurance. The strange taste in his mouth didn't make him frown.

Dudley shivered violently, then carefully took away Harry's glass bottle, and he licked the few drops of potion left inside.

"Ugh~~~Ugh~~~Ugh~~~"

Dudley, who was retching while hugging the washbasin, looked a little blue. After taking half a pot of tea from the old father's hand, Dudley opened his mouth with lingering fear.

"The wizarding world is really a scary place, and it's only been a few months, and Harry has already turned into an inhuman monster. Is this potion something a human can drink?"

"Just get used to it." Harry said indifferently, "And have you noticed, after drinking this potion, your body is warm, even if you run naked on the snow without clothes, you won't feel cold."

"It seems. Is that so?"

Some dubiously, Dudley got up and jumped up and down. There was indeed a warm current enveloping his body. He was still wearing thin pajamas, so he must have felt a little cold on weekdays.

"This is the degraded version of the Sunshine Moisturizing Potion I made. I made this with the help of Professor Snape. Although it tastes a little bit bad, it can actually improve physical fitness. According to his speculation , After drinking all twelve courses of treatment, with enough exercise, the muscle strength, endurance and other attributes will be nearly half higher than that of ordinary people, which is the limit of improvement that a normal human body can bear."

"Don't underestimate this thing. If it wasn't for the help of Hagrid and the potions master, I would never be able to get it out. The cost alone is as high as one hundred gold Galleons a bottle, which is 500 pounds if converted into pounds."

"So expensive?" Uncle Vernon said in surprise, "This is not a small amount of money, Harry."

"That's an external cost. In fact, the raw material is worthless to Hagrid. The main material is a drop of unicorn blood. This stuff is priceless in other places, but in the Forbidden Forest, it's just a bundle of alfalfa. In exchange, unicorns are very obedient and obedient, at least they are friendly to Hagrid."

"That big giant still has this ability." Uncle Vernon smacked his lips and muttered. He seemed to feel that he had underestimated Hagrid's ability. After all, gamekeeper and keykeeper didn't sound like very powerful positions.

"Hagrid is the king of the Forbidden Forest. He can throw a sub-dragon weighing more than a dozen tons over his shoulder while grabbing its tail, and then smash it to the ground to be scrapped. He is probably the only person in the magic world who can do this kind of thing. One."

Hearing the news that popped out of Harry's mouth, the three members of the Dursley family were a little dumbfounded. Is the guy who can do this kind of thing really a person? Although Hagrid didn't seem to be a normal person in their eyes, this was too exaggerated.

"Suddenly I don't regret not being able to go to the wizarding world, Harry, the world of normal people is fine."

Dudley, who was a little panicked, swallowed silently. He had already imagined some kind of bizarre magical world full of shouts of WAAAAYAYAYAYA, what magic! It is clearly an arena where a group of muscular brothers fight each other!

"I feel like you misunderstood something. Forget it."

Harry grunted, then nodded at the Christmas present Dudley had given him, "What's up with the invitation, Dudley?"

"This!" Hearing Harry's question about this, Dudley became energetic, "Didn't you inherit your grandfather's hunting license and become a full member of the English Hunters Association? Someone in my class talked about it." This is why I want to give you a surprise!"

"It would be so boring to go home on Christmas day if you stay in your room every day and don't go out. I'm already past the age of holding a computer and playing alien games. That's too childish. I think you are too, so I will help you send I submitted an application, and I asked my father to go to the Hunter Association to get your information, and then sent them together, but to my surprise, they passed."

"Isn't it a surprise, brother!"

Dudley leaned over with winking eyebrows, the little expression on his face was full of complacency.

"Nice job, Dudley!"

"boom!"

Dudley, who was slapped on the back by Harry, fell hard on the table. If it weren't for the really good quality of the 20 cm thick solid wood table, it would definitely not be able to withstand the tossing and tossing of the two of them.

Dudley, who couldn't catch his breath, coughed twice violently. Before he could start cursing and resisting, a big arm clamped his head.

"Let's go! The weather is so good today, it's a waste not to do anything. Let's go to the gym now and do ten sets of 200kg squats to warm up."

"WTF! I still want to grow taller! Harry, you bastard, let it go! Let it go! I'm your big watch. My neck is going to break, break it!"

"The gym is closed on Christmas! The doors are not open anywhere!"

"It's okay, I have the key, just call Uncle William."

The dark-faced Dudley changed his clothes under the threat of Harry kicking and kicking, and the two rushed to the familiar gym under the pressure of heavy snow. On the first day of Christmas, under the intense training Have a good time.

But for the Christmas holidays, this is just the beginning.

Unlike other countries in Europe, the Soviet Union, the behemoth entrenched in the northernmost part of Eastern Europe, seemed out of place with the bunch of countries below.

Not only because of the difference in the social system, but also because some people here can beat too much,

When the big European countries are busy playing with English gentlemen and French romances, they still maintain the fine tradition of drinking this bottle of vodka and going shirtless to fight brown bears. Although not all of them are strong men, there are few among the ten people. There are also seven or eight who can be called a 'strong man'.

The bitter cold weather has made the people living here have a strong body, and the high pressure of survival for thousands of years has caused those weak people to die under the wheel of history. The law of natural selection is also very effective for human beings.

When Harry and the Dursleys arrived here by plane, they immediately experienced the very different atmosphere.

Among his peers, Harry's physique is definitely first-class. Although Dudley is a little short, he is quite unusual, but the characters he met along the way really refreshed their worldview. Among them, there are many shirtless children playing snowball fights. They are about the same age as the two of them, and the difference in body size is not too big. They even saw a super giant who was crushed by the snow and was lying on the road with one hand. aunt.

"Perhaps Hagrid can find his happiness by coming here?"

Harry, who silently looked out the window, complained, and couldn't help muttering in his head: 'No wonder it's 1992 and they haven't disintegrated. Who dares to let them disintegrate? Letting millions of guys with arms thicker than thighs become refugees and migrate southward, just the group of weak chickens in Europe, won't they be pressed and hammered until they pee their pants? '

Recalling the news of 200 Russian fans beating 2,000 England fans in his previous life, Harry felt that the enhanced version of Maozi he encountered in this life was even more difficult to provoke, but such a terrible per capita physique is indeed a problem. To be honest, this is not true. normal.

As a participating member who has been officially invited, Harry has naturally been well accommodated. The organizer has rented several floors of the hotel as the contestants' residence. translate.

But the Dursleys can only take the bus to the hotel. As family members, they are not within the scope of the organizer's invitation, but they don't mind if they have known about this situation for a long time. They have already planned it before departure. the itinerary of this trip.

"I'm going to find the big sister with long legs, so you and this group of muscular gorillas go find the brown bear and wrestle in the snow!"

Dudley, who was smiling cheaply, put on a thin coat with a strange style. Before leaving England, Harry received a package from Mrs. Malkin. The clothes he ordered were ready, and of course there was something for his uncle The one prepared by Auntie and Dudley.

"Fuck, are you still looking for Big Sister? In addition to the sentence 'Hello, comrade', do you still say a second sentence?"

Harry curled his lips in disdain, "With uncles and aunts watching, you are left to take pictures of them."

Dudley, with his head drooping, turned around silently, holding a camera, he glanced at Harry resentfully, the reality is already so cruel, why should he talk nonsense?

After saying goodbye to Dudley and the others, Harry went to the front desk to supplement his registration information.

"Is there only one snowy owl in the hunting assistant?"

The big sister at the front desk who was in charge of registration asked curiously, "This time the hunting ground is very large, if you don't bring hunting dogs, it may be a little troublesome."

Compared with Harry's age, it seems that the staff who organized this hunting event are more curious about Harry's thin equipment. For the Slavs, it is not difficult to kill a bear, but they want to find these people in the snow. Guys, it's hard to do with human power alone.

"Hedwig is my eyes in the sky. It is more effective than a hundred hounds."

"You also provide hunting equipment rental here, right? Can you show me? I need to add some equipment. There are many things that cannot be brought on the plane. England is too far away from here."

"Of course." After being slightly dazed, the young lady with bright eyes put away Harry's registration form. After greeting the colleagues on duty, she got up cheerfully, took Harry's hand and went to the hotel go outside.

It seems that she has been waiting for this opportunity to go out for a long time. Although the hotel has a heating supply, which is countless times warmer than outside, the howling cold wind outdoors does not have any substantial impact on her.

The young lady with bare two 1.2-meter long legs even unbuttoned her jacket. In this country, the tradition of keeping fresh milk warm does not seem to exist.

"I'm almost suffocated inside. If it's not for my father's sake, I don't want to come."

"My name is Anastasia Mikhailovna Pavlyuchenko, you can call me Aya." The quite talkative young lady is definitely no better than the Weasley twins Low, coupled with Maomei's pretty good looks and figure, it is very pleasant to chat with such a lively person.

"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry was not embarrassed at all, but he also wanted to know something more, and it would be great if someone could talk to him.

"Aya, I'm curious about a question. Why are underage children allowed to participate in this competition? Could it be that there are quite a few contestants my age?"

"Is there a problem with age?" Aya, who was a little puzzled, slowed down a little, and then looked at Harry with a trace of doubt, "Although you are only twelve years old, you are not yet old, but you are far from thirteen years old." It's not far away."

"Although not many people continue this custom, there are still some people who will abide by it, especially families from hunters."

"On that day, the father will give the children their first shotgun and first team of hounds as gifts, and all they have to do is hunt a gray wolf. When they come home, the mother will make a wolf skin A warm, soft hat that symbolizes a child's first steps toward adulthood."

"Boys who have completed such a move are often very popular with girls. Of course, there are also girls who will participate, but the age will be relaxed to before the age of fifteen."

"Here, look, I have one too."

Aya took off her hat, revealing her brilliant blond hair, "My mother sewed it for me when I was fourteen years old, if my father hadn't said that a hunter who can't drink five bottles of vodka in one meal is not worthy of hunting bears, this time I will also participate in the competition."

"Why do you want to drink? I have never liked the taste. Although I have never been drunk, I still don't like it."

‘What kind of devil fighting nation is this? ’ Harry, with a big question mark on his head, took Aya’s hat in disbelief and looked at it. It was indeed a genuine wolf fur, and the tanning technique was very good, “But it doesn’t seem very strange.”

Suddenly awakened, Harry seemed to understand something. This world was constructed by A.K. Rowling! This is not a preference, this is version enhancement!

"However!" After handing back the hat, Harry blurted out in shock: "Fourteen years old, alone with a shotgun and hounds to hunt gray wolves, sister, are you serious?"

Harry glanced at the long legs that made people linger, these were indeed good legs that could hang people.

"Of course, don't believe me."

Aya, who was a head taller than Harry, bent down slightly, and then grabbed the collar and pulled it down. The rounded arc and amazing whiteness were extremely dazzling, but in this milky white wave, there were a few fours and fives. The centimeter-long lines ruined this immaculate.

"I was unlucky enough to provoke a big pack of wolves, and I accidentally got a paw, but I wiped the guy's neck with a knife. Now that it has become my hat, I won't be angry with it."

"Let's go, Harry, it's hard to come out to get some air, why don't you go shopping with me more?"

"Staying at the front desk is so boring. Most of the people I meet are smelly uncles, reeking of alcohol."

Aya, who didn't have any ferocious aura at all, walked forward bouncingly. Perhaps for them, whether it was fighting with people or fighting with prey, it had become a routine adjustment in their lives.

Harry, who could only follow Aya's wishes, acted as a human flesh trolley. Aya, who is definitely a little rich woman, took Harry to the shopping malls in the city center. Although there was a sumptuous meal as a reward, after the end, Harry was still sticking out his tongue in exhaustion.

But when he unloaded the large and small bags hanging on his body and was taken to the hunting equipment rental office, the fatigue on Harry's body was swept away in an instant.

The magic wand that wizards can change with their strength is very handsome, but it cannot be denied that guns in the Muggle world are useless. When it comes to practicality and versatility, these energy weapons are even better.

If an average wizard meets a heavily armed soldier, if he doesn't run away immediately or turn on magic protection, the wizard must die.

The flying speed of the magic spell is not comparable to the high-energy pulsed laser beam that flies to the sky in one click. Even the plasma weapon with the slowest projectile flying is basically a thing that has no room to dodge. The instantaneous high temperature of thousands of degrees is enough Melting most of the known substances on the earth, biu is a lump of high-temperature lava on the ground.

The Muggle world of electric energy technology has already pointed out many outrageous black technologies.

Those magical creatures that have integrated magic power into their bodies and have super high resistance may still be able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of technological weapons, but wizards. Forget it, unless everyone is an extraordinary half-blood giant like Hagrid, otherwise On the frontal battlefield where there is no escape, wizards and Muggles are bound to be defeated at the touch of a button.

And Harry, he is now touching part of the technological crystallization of the Muggle world.

[All equipment and props for this winter hunting competition are sponsored by the glorious Kalashnikov Weapons Factory]

With just such a line of words, Harry can already appreciate the fullness of martial arts in this hunting competition.

This guy is a military factory, and all he does is massacre the city, destroy the country, murder and set fire to the big business. Although the world is generally peaceful now, what is provided here is the hunting civilian version they launched for transformation.

But Maozi's civilian version. In addition to being a single shot, there is a difference between the military version and the fart. They all use disposable high-energy batteries. If you pull the trigger faster, isn't it bursting?

Harry was dazzled in an instant!

Most of the light firearms in active service can be seen here in shrunken version, for example, Harry can't forget after just a glance——

Aka 47 individual electromagnetic rifle!

The only continuous-fire electromagnetic rifle that can be carried by a single soldier in the world!

Known as a peerless weapon that can only be mastered by a real man, a 400mm thick one-way repulsive shield can be dented with a single shot, let alone a brown bear, and even an elephant can be smashed to pieces with a single shot.

"It's a pity that I can't choose."

Harry grunted resentfully.

"This is the champion's prize. The Kalashnikov Company customized it for the champion. It is the only collector's Akka 47 painted in snow camouflage in the world."

Aya's eyes also shone when she saw this gun, but it was not the first time she saw it, so she was not surprised. She knew very well the attraction of this gun to boys, and her younger brother Crying and shouting to participate in the competition, isn't it just to win the championship.

"This time the champion! I want to decide!"

Feeling that the small universe was starting to burn, Harry shouted a little bit, and the people who heard this couldn't help casting their gazes, but after seeing that the person who was speaking was a child, the group of uncles laughed happily , chatting and laughing in various languages ​​that Harry could not understand, but there was no contempt in his tone, but a sense of tolerance for the child.

"When you grow older, maybe you can win the championship, hahaha!"

An English with a strong accent was heard in Harry's ears. A strong man with an iron tower who was at least two meters tall patted Harry on the shoulder. There was no doubt that this guy could definitely fight a bear with his bare hands. A macho wrestler, he wore a thick bearskin cloak with his furry chest bare.

"Aya, is this your new boyfriend?" It seemed that he was still an acquaintance of Aya, so he turned around and made fun of Aya who was at the side.

"Go to hell!"

A handsome sideways high kick moved the corner of Aya's robe, and there was a muffled bang, and the big man received the kick firmly.

"Oh, the little girl who sat on my shoulder and cried has grown up."

The iron tower giant, who didn't even shake his body, opened his mouth with a smile, his face full of jokes.

"If you're kidding any more, I'll have Papa come to your house for a drink, Uncle Artyom."

"Don't, don't! Don't!"

Artyom, whose face darkened in an instant, immediately stopped speaking, as if this was some kind of terrible punishment, a flattering smile appeared on his rough face.

"Forget it." Aya waved her hand, "Harry, we don't need to talk to him, let's go and choose. All the weapons provided here can be rented, and the price is very affordable."

Aya, who pushed Harry's shoulders around, seemed to be very familiar with these things. No matter which one Harry asked, she could tell the advantages and disadvantages, which further confirmed her interest in hunting. Have a good understanding.

Soon, Harry picked out his own equipment. The use of traps of any kind is prohibited in this event. Except for hunting partners, each participating hunter can only carry at most two high-energy beam-type hunting guns.

There are very few light-weight plasma weapons, and even if there are, they are not allowed to be used in this hunting competition.

If this thing hits a shot, the bear will be burned to slag, and there will be no corpse, just shoot it with a hammer.

A Valkyrie III precision marksman rifle and a Makarov energy-storage hand cannon became the weapons Harry will carry. Hunting bears is different from hunting deer and sheep. Hitting with a small-caliber weapon, as long as it doesn’t hit a vital point, will only make him more violent. Large-caliber weapons are a must. Whether it’s Valkyrie or Makarov, their penetration diameter is three centimeters, which is the same as before Harry. It is three times as powerful as the real beggar version of the rechargeable shotgun used, but the power cannot be calculated as three times.

If he had used either of these two, Harry was sure that even if the horned camel's eyes were closed, he would still be able to beat its eyelids to bleed!

This is a qualitative change! It can break the skin!

The unreasonable energy resistance of magical creatures is not just magic resistance. Non-magic damage is weakened even more for them. After all, if you use the energy level to compare, the energy level of magic power is far higher than the level that appears electricity used today.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is needed, the start of the winter hunting is scheduled for two days later, and taking advantage of this gap, Harry also found a great private shooting range with Aya's help, and he shot it with his own hands. Familiar with these two good partners who will accompany me to spend a whole week in the snow field.

——————The following is not the main text, it’s really not, it’s good to have fun in the brain-filling small theater of pure dialogue—————

"Harry, Harry, get me a towel."

"Aya, why are you so forgetful every day, come here come here."

"There's water on the ground, little."

"Ouch!"

"I told you to be careful, why is it still frizzy, look, your nose is bleeding, I'll wipe it for you."

"No, no, I'll get you another towel, it's all dirty."

"Use waste when it's dirty, don't move, be obedient, be good."

"I am not a child"

"It's really not a child anymore."

"Um?!"

"Boom~"

"Why did you close the door?"

"It's windy and cold."

"The heating is turned on in the house, where will it be?"

"The bathroom isn't turned on, and I'm still wet. Why can't your nosebleed stop? Could it be that"

"Cough, cough, I'd better go to the balcony and just stare blankly, as soon as the wind blows, I'll freeze. Huh~"

"It's all your fault. The blood is dripping on me. I'm so dirty."

"Then I'll go out right away. Go out"

"I hate irresponsible men!"

"Obviously I'm the victim—the succulent fruit. The succulent fruit is twisted. You don't talk about martial arts. Ah. Cough cough cough. If you admit defeat, if you admit defeat, your neck will be broken."

"Then hurry up, waiter Ben"

"You forced me to do this. A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move. The time has come!"

"Yeah~ um. It's okay."

"Just okay?!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Oh~"

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