Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The Ministry of Magic seemed to have nothing to do with Harry as a troublemaker. After writing several letters to Harry in a row, the Office of the Ministry of Magic's Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, which had been put down, never wrote to Harry again.

To be honest, if it was someone else, maybe it was an Auror who came to talk to him by now, Burning Goose. Fudge, the leader, took the lead in admitting to being cowardly when facing a little devil with a lot of buffs, and the staff below naturally pretended not to see it.

Isn’t the adult’s world full of all kinds of compromises and interest exchanges? In the matter of Sirius Black, the follow-up influence of Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s tough attitudes made everyone directly related to Sirius a trouble that no one in the Ministry of Magic wanted to provoke.

The Ministry of Magic has covered up the death of four people one after another. Those unlucky ghosts who did not intend to return the property of the Black family have all committed suicide in front of their own doors. There is no Witch Party at all. There has never been a Witch Party executor wearing strange armor and a huge Deathly Hallows pattern tattooed on the back in the magic world of England.

An underage little wizard doesn't play around wasting time during the holidays, but practice magic and learn knowledge seriously at home. How can this kind of thing be considered a violation, right? If it weren't for Fudge's busy schedule recently, he would have wished to come to his door and present the banner of "Self-discipline, Diligence and Discipline".

After the 'ghost' incident at home was over, Dudley was finally able to sleep peacefully. Two days later, his uncle and aunt who went on a business trip to France also came back with big bags. They shared the joy with the two young men in the family. Uncle Vernon signed two big orders for drilling rigs in a row this month. If all goes well, the Dursleys will take another big step in the ranks of the middle class.

"You've only been back for a week, Harry, why are you leaving again?"

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry who was feasting on the dining table, and patted his head with some reluctance.

"I'll be back at Christmas, and I won't forget to ask Hedwig to bring you a letter, and isn't there another day? I'm going to buy books in Diagon Alley today, why don't you go and read them together?"

Diagon Alley is where Muggle-born wizards are allowed to bring their parents along, and it's one of the few areas in the wizarding world that's semi-open to certain Muggles.

"Can we go too?!"

Dudley, who still had half a pie in his mouth, raised his head sharply, staring at Harry blankly.

"Of course, but don't tell others. The magic world is still kept secret from ordinary people, but as my relatives, of course you can."

"If you slipped your tongue in your dreams, maybe an Auror will suddenly appear in front of you and modify your memory."

"Hey~" Dudley showed a trace of disgust on his face, "Revise memory? You wizards are really... evil at home."

"So, the place where our group of evil guys are located needs to be separated from people who don't know magic, otherwise there will be trouble."

Harry shrugged, magic had too much of an advantage against ordinary people, especially when it came to sneaking around.

"To be honest, the magic world is not as good as you think. At least in England, we will not continue to manage the current society with the old regulations of more than a hundred years ago, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't even bother to update the regulations regularly."

"What's the effect of this?" Dudley asked a little confused.

"For example, if the legal provisions are still the same as they were hundreds of years ago." Harry pointed to the garden outside, "There will be a few niggas lying on the ground picking cotton."

"Puff~cough cough cough." Dudley was choked up, his face flushed.

"I'm not talking nonsense. The wizarding world in England is still living in the Middle Ages. If it weren't for the need to buy books, I wouldn't bother to go to Diagon Alley. Can you imagine that the floor of a bar hasn't been cleaned for at least ten years? And if we want to go there, we have to walk across the sticky floor, and then go to the medieval-style shopping street through the door next to the trash can."

"100% has a long history. Those houses were built at least three centuries ago, and there is definitely an atmosphere of historical precipitation."

Harry didn't hesitate to complain and tore up part of the mystery about the wizarding world. After breakfast, Uncle Vernon was sorry that he couldn't go with him. He had been promoted and he had a lot of work to do, so Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed Harry and headed towards downtown London.

Although he was driving without a license, Harry was not at all worried that he would be stopped by the police for questioning. He was almost five and a half feet tall when he started school last year. After a year, he ate an untold amount of magical creature meat with explosive energy and drank an untold number of bottles of potions to strengthen his body.

That big elbow leaned towards the window, and the policemen in downtown London who weighed two to three hundred catties really didn't dare to casually step forward to question Harry who was driving with one hand.

"Here we are."

After stopping the car in the parking area, Harry led them to the side of a video store, pointing to the empty wall ahead and said.

"There is a door here?"

With a suspicious look on his face, Dudley reached out and touched it, but only found the hard wall.

"A bit of deceptive magic." Harry smiled at his cousin, and then opened the old oak door of the Leaky Cauldron.

After stepping into this dim space, Dudley and Petunia looked around involuntarily, but the dilapidation they saw quickly lost their interest. The Leaky Cauldron was still the same as last year, with scattered guests drinking alcohol and smoking big cigarettes in the bar, and the sloppy drinkers matched the sloppy bar very well.

Aunt Petunia, who was obsessed with cleanliness, turned pale at the moment. The moment she stepped on the sticky floor, she immediately regretted it.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Aunt Petunia, who was covering her mouth and trying not to retch, said weakly that the magical world she dreamed of when she was a child was completely shattered at this moment.

"Go and see Diagon Alley before going? It's much cleaner inside."

Biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Petunia sighed and shook her head lightly, "I'm not a wizard anyway, forget it, let Dudley go shopping with you."

"I'll go to the mall outside to buy you two pieces of clothes. I've grown so much this year that the ones in the closet don't fit anymore."

She patted Harry's head lovingly, then walked out through the open door without looking back.

"Mom was scared away."

Dudley shrugged and was speechless, but he also knew that his mother was a clean freak, and Dudley was a little uncomfortable with the weird soft touch under his feet, let alone her.

"Then let's go and come back quickly, so as not to keep my aunt waiting too long."

The deformed and separated wall bricks on both sides gave way to a wide road. After seeing such a scene, Dudley's impression of the wizarding world was a little bit better, and the scene outside the brick arch was similar to Harry's description.

Walking on the quaint streets, he looked at them with great interest. However, after removing the freshness brought by magic, the commercial streets full of chaos began to become mediocre. Apart from the Quidditch boutiques that can make people's eyes shine, he started to be a bit boring after visiting Harry's various shops to buy materials.

"Hey, Harry! You wizards are also starstruck?"

After coming out of the grocery store that sold equipment and potion raw materials, Dudley pointed to the Lihen Bookstore where the crowd gathered in the distance and asked strangely.

"Uh, maybe?"

Looking at the eye-catching magic banner, Harry couldn't help curling his lips. He specially chose to come to Diagon Alley on the last day of the holiday, just because he didn't want to meet that nasty thing.

Harry hoped that the person who would replace Grindelwald to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the second year was Remus Lupine. However, the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is indeed a bit problematic. Although Grindelwald taught for a whole year without incident, he is Grindelwald after all!

He is the biggest dark wizard leader in Europe today. Voldemort is cruel, but after all he is dead, but Grindelwald is still alive and well. Of course, the curse of a dead Dark Lord on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot help a living Dark wizard. He can do it, but it does not mean that others can also bear it.

After all, it is an old tradition at Hogwarts to die or disable one Defense Against the Dark Arts professor a year. It has been like this for decades and has never changed. People are even saying: Even a guy like Grindelwald only teaches for one year. Maybe the curse is even stronger now.

So, it was time to choose a sacrifice from Azkaban. Oh no, Dumbledore, who was choosing a professor, could only choose a tall man among the very few short men. Those who risked their lives for a high monthly salary of 500 Galleons were almost all capable people, because those who were not afraid of death and had skills were almost exhausted in the past few decades.

Our handsome, well-known best-selling novelist Gilderoy Lockhart, with shining white teeth and a charming smile, naturally became the general of the dwarves. After all, everyone else is out for money, and Lockhart is out for fame.

Before he was sure that Lockhart was a worthless idiot, his character as a traveler was still very stable. What's more, even if his strength was a bit weak (Dumbledore knew that there were problems in the story in the book), he came here for fame, at least he didn't want to ruin his reputation, right?

With this fluke, Dumbledore chose the candidate for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I can still teach myself Defense Against the Dark Arts"

Seeing Lockhart shining in the crowd, Harry covered his forehead in pain, "After I find out about the awakened ones, I'll transfer to Durmstrang right away. I can't stay in this crappy place like Hogwarts."

When the tall and burly Harry was about to squeeze through the crowd, an exclamation sounded from the front. After seeing the tattoo on Harry's forehead clearly, Lockhart jumped up and shouted: "Isn't this Harry Potter?!"

As a fame hunter, the reason why Lockhart was willing to go to Hogwarts was because of Harry. This is the Boy Who Lived, the savior of England. If he could know that Harry entered school last year, then Lockhart's cover letter would be sent a year earlier. The sooner the savior's popularity can be picked up, the better. If he goes after a few years, Harry who has been 'cold' will not be of any use value.

Lockhart's calculations are very precise, after all, his dream is to become a world-renowned celebrity, a big celebrity!

The main reason why he held the book signing at Lihen Bookstore was to use the name of Hogwarts professor to promote and sell books, but more importantly, he wanted to meet Harry here, and then took a photo with him to let everyone know that he would be the teacher of the savior, and let the reporters of the newspaper post the group photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Fame still doesn't make headlines.

But if you add another Harry, a rescue boy who is still hot now, then the headlines will be a matter of grasping.

The crowd gave way, whispering excitedly, while Lockhart rushed forward quickly. He wanted to grab Harry's arm and pull him to the front, but Harry, who was like an iron tower, couldn't be moved by him at all.

"Ahaha" Lockhart, whose face was flushed, laughed embarrassingly, and then put on his enthusiastic expression again, "You must have come to buy my book!"

"What a wonderful thing, of course I know, I—"

"Eh? Eh, eh?"

Before Lockhart started rubbing against Harry, Harry, who just ignored him and walked straight ahead, interrupted all his speeches. The Lord turned his head and walked away. Wouldn't he really be a clown if he stayed here and talked about it?

"It seems that our Harry Potter is a bit shy, maybe he hasn't adapted to such enthusiastic people."

Lockhart paved the way for Harry with a charming smile, blinking a few times as if signaling something to Harry.

"Wandering with Werewolves"

Harry glanced at the stack of books Lockhart had placed on the table and said.

"So you like this one!"

Lockhart, who immediately smiled, pulled out the book without hesitation. As long as Harry would talk to him, he would have a way to stand up and absorb the heat. While shoving the book into Harry's hand, he winked in a certain direction, and a photographer with a camera hurried forward.

"No, I mean, I can kill a werewolf with one punch."

Harry showed a pale smile, which made Lockhart's scalp tingle.

"This...you must be joking."

"No, I'm serious."

Harry pointed to the other books on the table and called them one by one:

"Ghouls, female ghosts, hags, vampires, werewolves, all the guys in your books, I can guarantee that I can kill them with a single punch. The XZ snowman probably takes a little effort. This guy is more than two meters tall and has great strength. I think it will take a few minutes to beat him. The troll can't do it. The troll is too strong for me, but a simple confusion spell can make the troll stun himself with a stick."

The crowd who were whispering suddenly fell silent. After hearing this monster-like speech, they began to doubt their lives.

"Go and deal with some challenging guys."

Harry smiled kindly, and patted Lockhart on the shoulder. Harry, who could punch more than half a ton in one punch, didn't fully recover, and Lockhart, whose knees suddenly gave way, sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

"These little guys are for kids. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in your storybook."

"You who know magic?" Harry glanced at Lockhart's new book that was on sale at the moment, "You don't seem to be that good at dealing with these little guys?"

"Let's go Dudley, we've bought some textbooks and we're going to buy some snacks. Bibi's multi-flavored beans are delicious, you must try them."

Kacha Kacha~

The flashlight was constantly flashing along with the smoke, and the photographer who kept pressing the shutter button faithfully recorded everything that happened at this moment. The excited reporter even thought of the title!

"Shock! What renowned bestselling author Gilderoy Lockhart and The Boy Who Lived had to say! "

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