Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Talking? Obviously, your definition of ‘offensive’ seems to be different from normal people’s"

The old Armenian wizard rolled his eyelids, his eyes swept across the muzzles of those black holes, and said to Lockhart in a low voice.

"Don't move the hollow iron pipes in their hands rashly, which is quite dangerous. You can understand it as a weakened version of Avada's Mantra. Those things may not kill you in an instant, but at most it will take a few more seconds. It's just a bell, and the way to die is even more painful..."

Unlike young wizards who were born and raised in peaceful times, Old Hashi is quite aware of the threat of Muggle weapons.

This is not only because he lived long enough, but more importantly, he is a country that lives in one of the many countries of the former Soviet Union of Armenia and has experienced the non-magical World War II firsthand, and has witnessed the world with his own eyes. The old man of purgatory.

Although the land was not directly baptized by German artillery fire, the Armenians still had the highest rate of death among many participating countries.

Whether it is Phantom Movement or other protective magic, it is not so reliable under bullets.

You know, even a few centuries ago, Muggle bows and crossbows had a chance to hit wizards at the moment they cast Phantom Movement, let alone a bullet that was several times faster than an arrow: cast Phantom in a rain of bullets. Moving is equivalent to changing one's breath.

Perhaps under the open field, the old Hash holding a wand is confident to deal with dozens of Muggles holding guns.

However, if the firefighting scene takes place indoors, there is almost no possibility of anti-kill escape.

And the more deadly place is...

Old Hashi frowned and his eyes passed over the dozen or so uninvited guests holding guns.

He is very sure that the "Muggle Deportation Curse" he set up around the house has not expired, so these "guests" may be more difficult than the Muggle soldiers he encountered decades ago. They are people living in the magical world. It means that they also understand how wizards fight.

"Put down the wands in your hands, two gentlemen...Thank you."

At the same time, the burly man in the lead spoke, and the muzzle in his hand swayed towards Lockhart not far away.

Unlike the old wizard who had obviously lost the will to resist, the blond young wizard didn't seem to realize his current dangerous situation.

The wand in Lockhart's hand still pointed steadily towards the man who broke into the room first. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of curiosity on Lockhart's face. The smile that will never fade.

With the passage of time, people can vaguely feel that the air centered on him seems to be thick and dull.

"Are you ordering a wizard to put down his wand? I'm sorry"

Lockhart said softly with a smile, his wand aimed at the heart of the burly man.

"At least in my opinion, victory never lies in the number of people, and we are not baboons holding wooden clubs and stones."

"Damn"

The burly man froze for half a second, carefully observed Lockhart's expression, and could not help cursing at his companion.

"This guy doesn't seem to know guns?! I've heard people say before that many'pure wizards' don't even know cars or airplanes. In what age did these British wizards live. Have you heard that? He actually compares us to us." Be a baboon with a stick!"

"Lockhart!"

Aghahiyan whispered, feeling that his right hand holding the wand was sweating.

"Don't irritate them, the iron pipe in their hands..."

"I know, I know, AK-47, the full name is Kalashnikov 1947 automatic rifle."

Lockhart said calmly, staring directly at the row of muzzles pointed at him, recalling the data recorded in his mind.

"Designed by Soviet firearms designer Mikhail Kalashnikov, it has reliable loading action and good serviceability; it is solid and durable and has a low failure rate. It has excellent shooting performance regardless of whether it is in high or low temperature conditions. In the magic world, this is a kind of automatic rifle with a very high popularity. At this distance, the automatic rifle in his hand is enough to turn us into a hornet's nest, but"

"Because of this, we can't take the lead in putting down the wand, can we?"

Lockhart grinned happily, and the ease of a fan meeting seemed a bit outdated at this time.

"Of course, my weapon is not too bad. This is a wand produced by Ollivander's wand shop, twelve inches, cherry wood, and the core of the wand is selected from the heart of the black dragon of the Heceidian Islands... It may not be able to withstand bullets fired from dozens of gunpoints, but you can guess how large a range of people can be buried with it before a wizard is dying?"

"If I remember correctly, ten years ago, a dark wizard blew up half a street in less than half a second."

Lockhart said in a relaxed tone, but his eyes were still fixed on the muzzles aimed at him.

You know, his first job when he joined the Tianming Group was the large-scale renovation project of the "Huberian", and during the execution of the mission that lasted more than four months, Lockhart and the others, in addition to daily confidentiality corrections, at least One-third of the time, imaginary enemy drills are being conducted.

The wizard may not be invincible in the rain of bullets, but there is definitely a way to make the enemy pay dozens of times the price.

"I don't understand what you want to say"

The burly man holding an AK47 frowned heavily, and interrupted somewhat roughly.

"It's very simple. The party who took the initiative to put down the weapon should be you, not me and Mr. Aghahiyan."

Lockhart blinked flexibly, looked at the group of uninvited guests with a bright smile, and continued cordially.

"If you really want to have a good conversation, this is a reasonable decision, isn't it? Even if Mr. Aghahiyan and I take the initiative to attack you, with your number advantage, we can succeed before we knock everyone down. Counterattack, on the contrary, if the purpose of your trip is to take our lives, then you can do it now. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to survive the aftermath of the curse..."

"So, now you should ask yourself a question..."

"Am I going to try my luck?"

Lockhart said with a smile, as if he was a professor who was asking students questions in class.

"Well, if you win, don't close the insurance and lay down your weapons."

The burly man hesitated for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed and waved to the surroundings.

"Gidro Lockhart, worthy of a celebrity in the magical world... I now understand why you can get a Wisengama Medal from the beginning."

After the momentum relaxed, the leading man seemed to be nearly ten years old for an instant. Only then did Agha Hasyan have time to observe the face of the uninvited guest: his eyes looked like a forty-year-old, but his forehead was on his forehead. Full of wrinkles, gray hair, and an indescribable haggard.

Lockhart shrugged noncommittal, still not putting down the wand in his right hand.

"It's just a fake name, but to be fair ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ what is your name... I can't call you "Hey", right?"

"You can call me Romulus, this is the new name I just thought of."

He glanced at Lockhart deeply, then turned to look at the old wizard sitting at the dining table.

"So you should be the real prototype of the protagonist in the book "Wandering with the Werewolves"? I'm very sorry, we didn't find your photo in the newspaper, but fortunately, a reporter told us your address. , In fact, we are still half a neighbor. So after thinking about it, we simply came over and paid a visit..."

"By the way, you just said that our definition of ‘offensive’ is different from that of a ‘normal person’?"

"In fact, there is nothing wrong with this sentence. The few of us are really not normal people, because we are all..."

Romulus grinned, showing teeth that were whiter than Lockhart, and even scary.

"Werewolf."

Great!