The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

There is a strange hardware store at 21 Winchester Road, Southampton.

Mr. Robert Wilson is the boss here, a Northern Irishman in his sixties, tall and burly, old but full of energy.

In Mr. Wilson's store, you can easily buy a lot of things, such as faucets, screws, door locks... and even a pistol!

The laws governing firearms in England seem to be very strict on the surface, and it seems that ordinary people cannot legally obtain any kind of firearms at all.

But there are always loopholes in the law...

For example, the law prohibits modern firearms and weapons, so for example, old-fashioned shotguns, revolvers, and some collectible antiques and commemorative firearms can be easily purchased without specific documents.

There is one more loophole, and that is: Mr Wilson is a Northern Irishman.

Unlike England, Northern Ireland law allows citizens to own any handgun, and there are no restrictions on the magazine capacity of pistols and shotguns.

So, before the Thomas Hamilton shooting (1996), Mr Wilson could legally, without any documents, sell dozens of pistols or shotguns a year to his Northern Irish "friends" in Southampton .

This is also the hardware store's biggest source of revenue each year.

...

On December 30, 1992, Mr. Robert Wilson looked after his shop as usual.

At dusk, his hardware store welcomed an uninvited visitor: a burly man covered in flesh walked in.

The other party was at least 1.9 meters tall, his skin was slightly dark, and his face looked fierce and rough.

"Mr. Robert Wilson?" the burly man whispered.

Mr. Wilson looked up and asked in a low voice:

"Yes, sir, what's your name?"

"Varian Wrynn."

"Hello! Mr. Wrynn, do you need my help?" Hearing this somewhat strange name, the owner of the hardware store asked rhetorically.

"That's right." The other party's voice was very calm, and there was hardly a trace of waves: "Mr. Wilson, I heard that you can buy a pistol here?"

"Pistol? Of course..." Robert Wilson's eyes narrowed into slits and he said with a smile: "But my guns are only sold to my fellow Northern Irish."

"Of course, I'm from Northern Ireland, I was born in Belfast..." The burly man also responded with a smile.

That pure South England accent has betrayed him! Obviously, he can't be Northern Irish.

However, while speaking, the uninvited guest secretly shoved a few banknotes into the hands of the hardware store owner.

Several £50 notes.

Apparently, the guest doesn't look as brainless as the muscles in him, Wilson thought to himself.

"I'm honored, Mr. Wrynn, please come with me!"

...

It took Jon a long time to get used to this new body.

It's like suddenly lengthening and thickening your body, which is actually a very uncomfortable process.

This burly guy with a height of 1.9 meters is actually a security guard in Eric's office...a sturdy but timid character. Jon snuck a few hairs off while he was taking a nap.

As a good young man who has been poisoned by scientific culture for decades, he naturally has a blind trust in technological weapons... Especially after being exposed to magic for four or five months, he still cannot easily cast some harmful spells in the case of.

He desperately needs the ability to protect himself.

...

The burly Wrynn followed Mr. Wilson behind the hardware store counter.

He kept his right hand in his pocket, holding something tightly, and was very vigilant to observe whether there was anything strange around him.

The hardware store owner had already taken a large box out of the cabinet and bent over.

"I don't know what your gun preferences are!" he said as he took out the top pistol: "Mr. Wrynn...this is a Colt M1911 pistol from 1911. Started production and was in widespread service with the U.S. Army until a decade ago, firing a .45" Colt pistol with an effective range of 50 meters!"

The burly man frowned, it seemed that he had heard of this classic pistol.

"Mr. Wilson!" he began. "I think I need something more advanced."

This kind of weapon, which started production eighty years ago, is indeed a bit backward.

"Okay...a picky customer!" Mr. Wilson smiled, bent down, and continued his search.

"I found it, it's a good gun!" This time the pistol he took out was much smaller than the previous one: "PSM pistol, a product from 1980, is only the size of a palm and weighs no more than one Pounds, using 5.45mm pistol ammunition, effective range of 30 meters... This is a Soviet product, very cheap, a special weapon for the KGB, very light, and the gunfire is very small!"

"Really?" The other party took the small pistol and looked at it carefully.

"And what about the recoil? How about the recoil?" he asked at the same time.

"I bet this is the pistol with the smallest recoil in the world. Even a 12-year-old can shoot easily!" The hardware store owner said without hesitation.

"Is it okay for a 12-year-old child?" The burly man couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and then nodded: "I want this gun!"

Looking at the pistol that did not match the size of the burly man at all, Mr. Wilson couldn't help smiling secretly.

But he certainly won't take the initiative to stir up a business.

"I also need a more powerful pistol, the more powerful the better..." the other party continued.

"A powerful pistol, you can take a look at this..." Mr. Wilson took out a pistol at the minimum guarantee in the box: "This is a powerful pistol, the Desert Eagle Mark I pistol that was released in the United States in 1985. ...It can fire a .357 Magnum revolver, weighs nearly four pounds, and has an effective range of up to 200 meters; at close range, it can easily kill brown bears and wild boars!"

"Really?" The other party began to seriously look at the pistol: "Can that kill a python?"

"I swear, even the biggest snake in the world will be shot in the head with this gun."

"I want all these two guns!" The burly man seemed determined: "You also need to give me some bullets."

Mr. Wilson liked this kind of refreshing customer best, and he didn't hesitate to pack the two guns and bullets, and put the tap label on the outside.

"Three thousand pounds in all, sir!"

The other party didn't bargain, and took out a thick stack of pounds directly from his pocket, and said at the same time: "I have another question, Mr. Wilson."

The hardware store owner took his greedy look away.

"Please, sir!"

"I need you to help me find someone!"