Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The already dilapidated ruins collapsed after being tossed by Harry. The black and silver vortex gradually disappeared as Harry retreated. He returned to the Thestral's side, gently stroking the Thestral's slippery skin. Big black head.

"Is that the power of the awakened? The same as the mother, the power of the first generation of awakened?"

"Maybe mom isn't good at fighting? If she has the same fighting power as that senior."

"Voldemort?"

"Oh~"

A strange look came over Harry's face.

"I guess when Voldemort broke into the empty door in the middle of the night, my mother would say something like this: Xiao Fu, come in without saying hello in the middle of the night, choose your own way of death."

When he thought of the picture he saw in the black and white world, and the picture of driving Tianwei with his body, Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of longing.

He is a person who likes to pursue power. Although he is just a time traveler, he has ties and family ties in this world, and he can't act unscrupulously like the fourth natural disaster, but he is still an outsider. This world maintains a subtle barrier. If one day, Harry loses everything and he is no longer bound by anything, it may reveal his despicability as a 'foreigner'.

Ordinary people would only feel chills and fear after seeing the ruthless killing, but Harry only felt excited. If he could also master that kind of power, wouldn't it be another new toy?

His attitude towards black magic is different from Grindelwald's. Whether it's black magic or white magic, or something else, as long as it's interesting enough, Harry doesn't mind trying it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In the black-and-white world just now, Harry has heard many killing spells chanted by his predecessors. The most important foundation of a spell is sentence and rhythm. If you can’t find this feeling when trying a new magic, then you can recite It may not be possible to use the spell.

A pale green light beam shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and the suddenly evacuated magic power made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. Compared with the seniors he saw in the black and white world, the magic power in Harry's body was indeed too little, too little.

Startled by the green light, the Thestral got up violently, and after seeing the green light hit a broken stone, it rolled its eyes at Harry.

"Tch~ What's the use of the Killing Curse? It flies slowly, and consumes a lot of mana. I don't know why Voldemort's second son likes this thing so much. As long as it's five meters away, I can dodge by twisting my butt, so it’s easy to use the locked instant kill that binds the coordinates of the seniors, and normal people may have a problem with their brains if they use this thing to Biu.”

After actually using the Killing Curse, Harry realized the many flaws of the spell besides its powerful power.

If some "rules" are still preserved, then Moody's words in the fourth Goblet of Fire can be referred to. If the wizard who uses the killing curse does not have enough magic power, then even if such a killing curse hits a person, it will at most make people die Nosebleed.

The lower limit of the magic power that each spell needs to pay is not fixed. When the lower limit requirement is not met, even if the magic is used, the effect of the magic will be a bloody discount. It is expected that the current Harry will kill To kill someone with a curse, it's better to cast a petrification curse and a roaring explosion.

"But speaking of seniors"

Harry sighed inwardly.

"Are Hufflepuffs so big? I mowed grass in the Forbidden Forest and drove Wushuang when I was fifteen or sixteen years old before I graduated. I know why there weren't so many poachers when Hagrid took over the Forbidden Forest."

"Meeting is the beginning of the Killing Curse, and hundreds of people are massacred. It is really a pity that the wizards in England have not been exterminated by him, right?"

"But it's really Hufflepuff. After such a big incident, he didn't become the first generation of the Dark Lord, the poacher who slaughtered the entire Forbidden Forest! What he did was not recorded , My Hufflepuff's modesty and low-keyness are really fully implemented by him."

"It's a pity that I don't know the senior's name, otherwise I would have put incense sticks on him at least to bless him with abundant martial arts, and the magic world doesn't know if burning paper money is in the mood. I don’t know if hell will accept this money.”

Harry, who was pulling the Thestral and talking nonsense, rode on its back. He saw too many details in this black and white world. A senior Hufflepuff who didn't know which era he lived in The Killing Curse's method of locking and mass killing, the powerful and mysterious ancient magic, all these things require him to digest them carefully.

The soaring thestral climbed over the forest tops, gently spread its wings, and glides smoothly and silently in the air.

"You actually know that you are Pegasus?"

Harry knocked on the head of thestrals angrily, "Didn't you know how to fly when you brought me here? You remember when you sent me back now?"

Thestrals silently turned their heads and glanced at Harry, seeming to say to him, "I'll take a walk to digest food when I come here, I'm too lazy to fly."

It took a few hours to come here, and it took less than three minutes to go back. It was just that the flying thestrals threw Hedwig so that the taillights could not be seen. Although owls are also magic-loving creatures with weak magic power, they After all, it was no match for a real magical creature. After sending Harry to the door of the centaur, Harry, who stared at it for a while, finally saw Hedwig, who was desperately flapping his wings and rushing over.

"I'll definitely bring you with me next time, you're exhausted, Hedwig."

Hedwig, who was held in Harry's arms, would have started sticking out her tongue and gasping for breath if her tongue wasn't long enough. After hearing this, she cooed twice aggrievedly, then turned her head 180 degrees, Didn't even look at Harry.

"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, how about I bake you a slice of rat later?"

"Don't ignore people, or I'll order a cage of magic mice? I won't eat those unnutritious things like white mice in the future, and I'll eat expensive ones. I'm just you, an owl, and I love you the most. Yes!"

After coaxing Hedwig for a while, the little guy barely turned his head to look at Harry, then flung himself free from Harry's embrace, and stood on Harry's shoulder with his head held high.

It's almost dusk now, and Baine has already finished the bonfire dinner. Hagrid is carrying a tall oak barrel with a person's height and is smiling cheerfully. He can't wait to visit all the centaurs in the camp, and Now, the Lord has arrived.

"Harry! Come on, come on!"

Hagrid yelled at Harry, waving his hand the size of a trash can lid, "If you come back later, I'm going to find you in the woods!"

"Is nothing wrong?" He sized Harry up, his clothes neat and his hair undisturbed.

"Thestrals and I will go to their homes to have a look and learn a lot."

"Those little guys are very friendly to people, you can feed them more when you have time."

"Stop talking nonsense, come here, let's make a toast to our little hunter!"

Hagrid, who raised the barrel with one hand as a wine glass, opened his mouth boldly. The already lively centaur camp ushered in the climax of cheers and celebrations at this moment. Beside the orange-red bonfire, delicious wine, barbecue, and unnamed but taste The refreshing and delicious horse food sent away the afterglow of the setting sun with the people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry also asked the horsemen about the stories in the Forbidden Forest. Since some people have not been recorded in the history of the books, you might as well ask the residents of this forest for a long time.

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