Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

When Harry returned to the camp, the moon had already reached the top of people's heads, and several long shadows swayed with the swaying flames of the campfire.

However, compared to two hours ago, there were much fewer people in the camp.

The original team of twenty-four people can't even make up ten people. Breaking off the badge and leaving here with the portkey is the choice of most people. The future Harry painted for them is a tempting cake, and this cake is not something illusory. The Falmouth Falcons have already been bought, and what makes them stronger is in their hands, but it is not easy to sit down and eat this cake.

There are only two or three people who leave without trying, and the vast majority of people choose to give up after gritting their teeth for the first time.

As flowers in the greenhouse, as babies held in the palms of their parents, such extreme pain and torture is indeed beyond the upper limit of their tolerance, although the severe pain is only the first moment when they experience it for the first time, and they will not suffer subsequent continuous pain when they fall into a coma.

But Harry also made it clear that this method can only be used at the very beginning, and when he thinks about the days full of suffering in the future, the idea of ​​shrinking can't be controlled after appearing.

There were only six people left at the moment, the Weasley twins, Oliver Wood, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, and the unexpected Marcus Flint.

Gathered around the campfire, they sat slumped on the rattan carpet, their bodies sluggish and sluggish with no strength left. Even the gorilla-like Marcus couldn't be strong at the moment, and fiddled with a burning branch in a bit of a daze.

"It seems that you are the only ones who choose to stay?"

When Harry's voice came, everyone's eyes turned to him, and they were inexplicably relieved after the backbone returned.

"Captain, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Five-legged monsters, I thought I killed them all last night. I didn't expect to miss a small one. It just happened to be an extra meal tonight. The fresh ones are better than the frozen ones, and the juvenile ones are also tender than the adult ones."

Harry, who casually threw the underage five-legged monster aside, sat beside them. Although there were not many people left, it was enough for him.

"A lot of people have left, Captain."

Qiu, who hugged her knees, spoke in a low voice. Her face was a little reddish by the bonfire, not as pale as the others, but it was not difficult to see that she was a little disappointed about it. All the Ravenclaw students left except her.

"Yeah, a lot of people left, but there's nothing I can do about it." Harry shrugged indifferently, "But to be honest, if too many people stay, I'll really worry about the lack of funds. After buying the Quidditch team, I really don't have much money to spend."

"Huh?" The twins, who knew how rich Harry's family was, were slightly surprised.

"There are still about two million Galleons available. If we save a little, it should be enough for us to spend a year."

At this moment, the twins were not the only ones who were not calm. Marcus' jaw almost hit the floor, and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

"Two million Galleons." Cedric stared at his fingers and calculated for a long time, "My father's salary is only one hundred and forty Galleons a month, which is 1680 two million Galleons a year. He has to eat or drink, uh, save."

"One thousand one hundred and ninety years." Qiu on the side pinched Cedric's arm and reported the number for him.

"Hiss of horror~~~" Cedric took a sharp breath.

"It doesn't take more than a thousand years. How many people work in the Ministry of Magic with dead wages?" Fred and George rolled their eyes. The two of them are neighbors, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk from door to door, and the adults in the family all work in the Ministry of Magic. "How can my father's salary of 70 galleons a month support our family of nine?"

"That's true." Cedric sneered. His father works in the Department of Control and Management of Magical Beasts, and he is also the second in command. Among other things, incidents such as "Fire Dragons Run Away for No Reason" and "Magic Creatures Entering Muggle Residential Areas" and other incidents will appear in the department from time to time. As a person who handles these things, he should bring some special products back!

"But it's still a bit scary. Two million Galleons is almost a century of money that a wizard family has worked hard to save, right?"

Cedric looked at Marcus. The Flint family he belongs to is a real family of pure-blood wizards and one of the twenty-eight sacred families. After they all chose to stay, some of the original grudges disappeared a lot.

"How can it be."

Marcus shook his head. Although his mind was a little simpler and his study was a little bit worse, he was not so stupid as to be incurable.

"I've never seen a mountain of two million Galleons piled up in my life, even if I went to the vault."

"The Malfoy family should be the only ones who can make so much money in a century. To be honest, life is not easy now, especially."

He paused, as if he didn't want to mention that name, "Mysterious Man, my father told me that his family donated a lot of gold to him back then, as did other wizarding families, especially Black. Without the gold, Mysterious Man would not be able to arm such a huge subordinate. The stomachs of those greedy giants are bottomless pits, and no amount of money is enough to feed them, let alone giants."

"Wow, contribute."

The twins spoke with a smile on their hippie faces, with some teasing.

"My cousin was a Death Eater, but he died. My father was not, and neither am I." Marcus replied angrily, waving his furry arms, "I'm stupid, but I'm not stupid. At that time, how many wizard families didn't have Death Eaters?"

These words made the twins speechless. At that time, the resolute resistance faction like the Weasley family was a minority. Voldemort's idea was beneficial to the small circle of pure-blood wizards.

"You don't need to worry about the money, I will arrange it, at least there is no problem in feeding the few of us."

Harry waved his hand to stop the conversation, "Why don't you guys choose to stay?"

"We've already belonged to you, boss!"

The twins were the first to speak. They were smiling, as if the pain they had experienced before was not worth mentioning. "We are your first investment object. For our dreams and to protect the people we value in the future, isn't it just a little pain! Grit your teeth and pass."

"There may be a war in the magic world in the future." The twins said seriously, "This is the news that my brother Charlie revealed to us, but the leader has already predicted it before this, so we will definitely stay."

"War?" Cedric looked at the twins with some doubts, "What war?"

"abyss."

The people fell into a brief silence. Everyone present knew what it was, including Qiu, who had just graduated from the second grade. Before the team building, Harry took her to Professor Flitwick's for a small talk. After all, she would be a third-year student in the coming year, so there was no problem in knowing it a few months in advance.

"What about you, Wood?" Harry asked Wood suddenly.

"Ah? Me?" Wood was taken aback for a moment, and then said simply: "I want to participate in the Quidditch World Cup. I have loved Quidditch since I was a child, but I know that my talent in Quidditch is actually not too high. Charlie is ten times better than me. But because I know this, I am not reconciled. Even if it is only once, I want to fly on the World Cup pitch and tell everyone that my name is Oliver Wood!"

"Then you will realize your dream soon, Wood!" The twins hugged him from left to right, laughing and laughing.

"Marcus, what about you?"

"I don't know." He answered simply without any hesitation, but after looking around, his mouth trembled, and he said something ridiculous, "I feel like this is not as painful as the leader beating me up."

Some of the stubborn Marcus scratched his head, but Harry hit him really. On the day of the founding of the group, he hit a liver crit at Harry.

"Autumn, what about you?"

To be honest, Harry was very surprised that Qiu was able to stay. She was the youngest girl in the team besides Harry, and she was also a girl who was not physically dominant. However, Harry did not take special care when distributing the potions, and he always treated them equally.

"Actually." Qiu said with a little hesitation, "I feel okay. I don't know if it's because of me. I feel that the magic power is integrated into the body, and it doesn't seem to hurt too much. If you didn't add super-sense potion to the potion, leader, it might be better."

"What?"

Harry's brows were raised high, and Qiu's answer seemed to be a bit similar to Marcus's, but the essence inside was absolutely different.

"I didn't faint, the pain seems to be within my acceptable range." She added a little embarrassedly, and she also found that she was a little different.

"Can you describe the pain you feel?"

"I was pricked by a needle, that's about it. I don't know if it's because I'm slow?"

Qiu, who hugged her knees to answer, was obedient and obedient. The faces of other people sitting around the campfire were a little pale, but only her face was normal.

"This is."

Harry, who was about to say something, suddenly stopped, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

"By the way, Qiu, when did you come to England?"

"About five or six years old. When I was in elementary school, I studied in a Muggle school in London before I came to Hogwarts. Although my parents are wizards, my father said that these basic knowledge must be learned."

"Your parents are both Chinese?"

"Well, they are rune scholars, and they came here to study the ancient runes, that is, runes."

"If they finish their research, Cho, will you go back?"

Before Harry could speak, Cedric asked nervously.

"Maybe?" Qiu bit his fingertips and replied uncertainly: "But it shouldn't be too early. Although I really hope that they can produce results sooner, the study of ancient runes is indeed not easy. After so many years, I only saw them publish a research paper."

"At least until I graduate from Hogwarts, I should stay here."

She turned her head and smiled at Cedric, and someone's face suddenly brightened.

"Very good!"

Cedric, who seemed to have been beaten into blood, stood up suddenly. After taking a deep breath, Cedric looked ahead, as if he had made a very important decision.

"Captain!"

"There is only one reason for me to stay!"

Seid, whose legs were shaking suddenly, tried hard to keep his eyes straight, but when he spoke, he still couldn't restrain himself from lowering his head.

"Wow!"

Everyone who understood immediately whistled and coaxed exaggeratedly at this moment. Cedric and Qiu have always been very close. The two of them have been inseparable for the past six months. Seid, who is one year older than Qiu, is taking care of her in many ways.

It is not uncommon to talk about a sweet love in Hogwarts. Everyone loves this pair of talented and beautiful couples. On the contrary, Seid's public confession is not common in Hogwarts.

The booing from the crowd seemed to have given Cedric a vital amount of courage. He conjured up a bouquet of roses, and his best technique of transfiguration completed a perfect assist at this moment. The girl with a reddish complexion took the bouquet to express her heart and nodded gently.

"Okay." Qiu has never been a timid little girl, especially when facing someone she already likes.

"How could you agree to this bastard so easily!"

The twins, who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, have always been Cedric's best bad friends.

"Come on, come on, look here, we have thirty-two boyfriend rules here, guaranteed to make Ced. Hey! Ced! What are you doing! Let it go!"

"Bite! Sid the dog bite!"

"I didn't—" Before Cedric could refute, he was pushed to the ground by a group of people. When embracing the sweet love, first accept the big man from the good brother!

Looking at the laughing and cheerful scene, Harry also moved forward. Although he is now a white-skinned and black-haired crooked nut, it does not prevent him from imparting some practical tips to his cross-world "citizen".

"Let me tell you, Qiu, as long as you learn this sentence, you will definitely be able to lock Seid well."

"what? What?"

Qiu was also very interested in the cheats taught by his team leader. After all, Harry had always been a symbol of reliability in the eyes of everyone. Qiu curiously put his ear to it, and after a brief moment, he nodded slightly.

"Then I'll give it a try?" Qiu blinked at Harry, eager to try.

"Then try."

Harry moved back and went into theater mode.

After a little preparation, Qiu adjusted his state, then turned his head and looked at the side of the man Shang Jianan.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and her chin lifted slightly.

"Labor and capital count to three!"

It was obviously just a harmless stare, but the group of people who had been making a fuss scattered like an electric shock. Driven by some mysterious force, a drop of cold sweat dripped from the foreheads of the three of them kneeling on the ground with weak legs.

"It's really useful, Captain!"

Qiu's eyes lit up immediately and he waved at Harry with his small fists.

"That's not true."

With a chuckle, Harry raised his legs, shaking slightly, shaking, shaking, quite rhythmically.

"This is a mysterious spell from the East, a soft-legged spell that targets men."

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, we all pack up and get ready to go to bed, get our spirits up, and we have to train tomorrow."

After sending everyone away to rest, Harry stretched his back while propping himself up on the floor.

"Although it's not that world. I wish you prosperity and strength."

"Have you adapted to the fusion of magic power? After all, Lao Maozi started to strengthen the quality of the whole people decades ago. Huaxia, where everyone is like a dragon, is fine."

"England is not a place to stay for a long time, it has not kept up with the times."

"The decadent tradition is indeed the poison of the times."