Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Harry, who was idle and bored, squatted on the ground and teased a shivering spicy stick. Strange to say, Harry didn't know Parseltongue. Even before he killed Voldemort's soul fragment, Harry didn't realize that he had the ability to communicate with snakes.

Perhaps it was because Lily became an awakened person, and her magic power was strong enough to firmly imprison the soul fragment, preventing it from touching Harry's soul.

But it’s not a pity. Although it’s good to master a foreign language, who would spend time chatting with snakes? Although the snake soup tastes good, Harry doesn’t want to talk to the ingredients. He doesn’t want to be a cooking fairy.

After waiting for about an hour and a half, when the sky began to darken, Lupine came out of the woods, and the little snake that Harry had played with weakly, flew into the woods like a pardon, and fled without looking back.

"Are you feeling better?"

Harry clapped his hands and stood up, walking side by side with Lupine.

"It's a sigh of relief." Lupine's voice was a little low, but then he showed a slightly tired smile, "It's the first time I know that collecting debts is also a physical job, so take your time. I want to talk to Snape. Fenrir is different from other werewolves. Maybe he can find inspiration for improving Wolfsbane Potion."

Lupine knew how expensive the potion he was currently drinking was. It was a high expenditure that ordinary werewolves could not afford, but it could change the life of a werewolf. At least he didn't have to hide and hide during the full moon, and survived the supposedly beautiful full moon night after another with painful wailing.

"It would be great if there was this potion in the first place. If there was, maybe they wouldn't leave."

Lupine sighed with regret, and rediscovering the old things about his parents was no less than a stab in his heart. He thought he had forgotten it, but how could he forget it.

"Wishing that Godfather Snape was born thirty years earlier?"

"Maybe." Lupine laughed dumbly, "but without you, Snape wouldn't have studied this potion even if he had been born thirty years earlier."

"If you were born thirty years earlier, your father and Sirius." In the middle of the sentence, Lupine suddenly closed his mouth and became silent.

"What's wrong with Sirius?" Harry raised his brows, "Oh, by the way, Uncle Lupine, he is my godfather just like Snape, but why do they see each other so differently? Compared with my father, Godfather Snape seems to hate Sirius more."

"Did something happen between the two of them when they were in Hogwarts?" Harry asked gossipingly, because Snape only told him about his mother Lily, so he knew very little about James, Sirius and others.

"He..." Lupine, who looked a little strange, slowed down a little bit, his gaze diverged as he looked at the castle in the distance, as if he was recalling something.

"Perhaps Lily's is the one with the best eyesight and the most accurate judgment on people."

He sighed slightly, "Sirius Black, he is not worthy to be your godfather."

"Because of the betrayal of the Loyalty Curse?"

Harry glanced at Lupine, his face was a little strange, but he immediately understood that Lupine had been lurking outside the social circle as a spy before this, and he might even hide in the deep mountains and old forests with other werewolves.

"You know?" Lupine raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"That's what Peter did. Professor Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore, I and Professor Dumbledore caught him at Hogwarts more than two months ago. Sirius was stupid in this matter, even my father was at that time. Peter was the one who betrayed. You can read the previous newspapers when you have time. There are archives in the library."

"Then you've seen Sirius?"

Harry shrugged and said indifferently, "Not yet, but it's not important, right?"

"But" a sentence stuck in Lupin's throat, but he didn't continue to say it. He had seen and heard a lot of important news today, so much that he couldn't fully digest it for a while.

The two continued to walk towards the castle in silence. The noisy auditorium was filled with the voices of students.

"That's Harry? Why is he suddenly handsome again?"

"Hurry up, help me, I feel like I'm pregnant."

"Is there still magic that can conceive through space?"

"Don't you think the uncle next to Harry is also cool? Is that the new teacher?"

"Is that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Ah~ I can't do it, please help me again, twins, it must be twins."

Lupine's appearance attracted the attention of many girls. When he first came to Hogwarts, the thirty-two-year-old Lupine looked like he was forty-two, but now, the young man who said he was twenty-five or sixteen didn't think there was anything wrong. The maturity and stability that had been tainted by the weather was really a big killer for girls. Who can refuse a handsome man who is strong and masculine?

Even those boys couldn't bear too much hostility towards Lupine. Although the uncle with a lot of stories is not as good as Grindelwald, he must be better than Lockhart. As for being better than Snape? Kekeke If Professor Snape could retire, he would definitely be the most handsome teacher at Hogwarts.

The banquet to celebrate Snape no longer harming the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started lively in the Hufflepuff common room. Although the second-year Hufflepuff students were not persecuted because of Harry, it did not mean that students of other grades also had such preferential treatment.

Snape was neither partial nor harsh to Hufflepuffs, but even if he treated Hufflepuff equally, to be honest, he was no less lenient than Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. Potions were a delicate subject, and unfortunately, Snape could be called a strict teacher even if he treated Hufflepuff equally.

Harry was surrounded by a group of people inquiring about the new professor, and there was a pile of small notes with a faint scent of body soap in his robe pocket for no apparent reason. However, Harry was a little hesitant to accept the appointment. After all, many of the places pointed to by these notes were holy places for trysts, and the central garden of Hogwarts Castle.

"Hey, there is actually a small secret room opposite the school doctor's office? I learned it, I learned it, senior sister is really good."

After stuffing the small notes into the bag, Harry, who was full of food and drink, lay lazily on the bed. On the bed opposite him, Rove, who was biting a teething stick, kept twitching on the bed. Magic body training every night was a compulsory course for him. This guy was a real man, and he dared to do what he said.

After Rove finished the masochistic exercise, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately, Harry discussed with him.

"Little Neil, can you lend me two days, Rove?"

"Okay, do you want to take it out to let the wind go?" Rove said vaguely, trying to prop up his body and intend to take a shower in the bathroom.

"No, Hagrid intends to bred him."

"Neil is still a child, hey!"

Rove, who was furious in an instant, jumped up from the bed, then fell to the ground with a groan, and his head hit the brass crossbar.

"Are you serious?"

Almost rolling and crawling, Rove squirmed over with a very strange speed, staring at Harry with staring eyes.

"Anyway, that's what Hagrid said." Harry spread his hands innocently, "To be honest, I don't know anything about the breeding of magical creatures, why don't you ask your grandpa if a month-old Thunderbird can lay eggs."

"Neil is male! Male!"

Rove, who was laughed out of anger, started to twitch again. Before, it was a pain all over his body, but now it is a buzzing pain in his head.

"I have to stop Hagrid, and I can't let him go further and further down this perverted path."

"And you too! Harry!"

Rove, who struggled to get up from the ground, supported Harry's bed and said with a serious face, "I know Great Britain has its own national conditions, but if you really don't need it, please give me those little notes from girls, brother, don't waste it."

"Get out! Take your bath."

Harry, who laughed and scolded Rove for kicking his ass, kicked him out of the dormitory, "I just don't have time, otherwise I would have gone to talk about sweet love."

Rove jumped up suddenly, holding the washbasin towel and flew more than two meters away. Behind him, the dark-faced Harry slammed the door shut cursingly.

But then, there was the sound of the suitcase being opened, and the little Thunderbird, who had been sleeping happily, suddenly found himself soaring into the air. Before he could laugh out of the dream of "I can fly", a strong eight-level wind rushed towards his face, and his smooth feathers were ravaged. When he opened his eyes, Harry's big smirking face was in front of him.

"Don't be afraid godson, let godfather give you a good hug."

Crackling lightning flashed randomly for a long time, and a burst of unscrupulous "Jie Jie Jie Jie" laughter echoed in the lightning light. When some innocuous guy left with a shattered explosive head on his head, the little Thunderbird Nelson, who had been crumpled into a fluffy ball, lay unlovingly in his nest. His lifeless eyes looked up at the false sky, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Having completed the smile shifting technique, Harry lay back on the bed with a happy face, another good dream tonight.