Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Another healing potion was roughly inserted into her heart by Harry. Without a slow-release agent, the potion injected into the heart quickly flowed through the body along with the blood. Harry broke her bones expertly. , to put those broken bones back into their correct positions.

In just ten seconds, the rag doll originally lying on the operating bed returned to its full human form. After the mandible was repaired and returned to its original position, the silent doll on the bed let out several incomprehensible grunts.

She seemed to be coughing, and she vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

"Did someone ask you to kill me?"

Harry thoughtfully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked the first question with a calm look.

"Yes."

A cold voice with a hint of trance sounded out, Cassandra's unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, the Veritaserum had fully taken effect.

"It's Fu."

"Call him Tom." Dumbledore's voice suddenly interrupted, "Names can be protected by magic. Sometimes, we need to be more cautious." He glanced at Harry and reminded softly.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry nodded, "I was negligent."

Dumbledore is indeed more thoughtful than Harry. In the Muggle world, simply saying a person's name will not lead to anything, but in the wizarding world, this is different. They cannot rule out Nagini saying it. Will Voldemort activate some kind of insurance policy left on her after Voldemort's death?

Harry is not easily fooled. What he showed last year was enough for Voldemort to take him seriously. But what he didn't expect was that Harry would grow faster than he imagined. After all, this guy had grown up from the beginning. He didn't try to become a serious wizard. To be honest, Harry's current level of magic was not as effective as if he had just come up with his fist.

After all, Voldemort underestimated Harry's growth. Even if he had already put his genius template into his imagination, the two of them were not walking in the same path. A little misjudgment would lead to a huge difference in the results. Even Dumbledore could not I'm sure it's a chaotic joke. Voldemort's intensity is even inferior to Dumbledore's.

With Dumbledore's prompts and supplements, Harry began the interrogation in an orderly manner. The effectiveness of the Veritaserum was quite guaranteed. After all, Snape's product must be a high-quality product. Putting aside this dark and bubbling corruption entry that was difficult to swallow, Except, the rest are all golden gain entries.

The whole story was filled in through the patient and detailed interrogation of one old man and one young man, and supplemented by Dumbledore's exquisite Legilimency, a complete story was sorted out clearly.

"I don't know if you have read "Journey to the West," Professor. I didn't expect that in Tom's eyes, I, a handsome guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be like a Tang Monk who can live forever if he eats it."

Harry tilted his mouth and said "haha" with a half-hearted smile.

Voldemort did have a good idea, and he was quite well prepared for it. If the person he was targeting was not Harry, but someone else in Hogwarts, maybe Dumbledore would be there too. When the boat capsized in the gutter, no one expected that he would find a genius way to transfer the death curse of the basilisk to Nagini.

You can directly kill your opponent just by looking at each other. This secretive and ruthless method is more difficult to defend against than Avada's Kedavra. Only phoenixes and unicorns are naturally highly resistant to black magic. , only powerful 'holy' magical creatures can have a high enough immunity, and wizards, whose physical fitness and magical talents are among the lowest among magical creatures, have no possibility of resistance.

Perhaps the awakened person has the ability to resist this instant death, but this also needs to be questioned. Harry thinks that he is completely unable to withstand this instant death curse.

"Although I haven't seen it, I will look for it later." Dumbledore seemed a little curious about this. "Can you live forever by eating human flesh? It's a weird story."

"There are mythological novels and everything in between, but I guess English translations are a little hard to find. I heard that Professor, you can speak more than a hundred languages. Have you ever studied Chinese?"

"A little bit." Dumbledore made a gesture. "Ordinary communication is no problem. I occasionally attend meetings of the International Federation of Wizards. The official language is Chinese."

"I even learned their spells."

"Teach me?" Harry's curiosity suddenly aroused. Professor Flitwick had told him that the media for casting spells in different countries are generally the same, but the magic spells are very different, and their working principles are also different. Even if the magic has the same effect, the way it is expressed is quite different, but this year's duel competition will only start in four months, and Harry has not yet met wizards from other places.

"Ahem~"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, then snapped his fingers. The ceiling of the principal's office suddenly opened, and when he looked up, he could see the night sky full of stars.

He drew out the Elder Wand, but instead of transforming it into his most commonly used Desert Eagle, it transformed into an unsheathed long sword.

"I learned it when I attended an ancient magic exchange meeting. Although they no longer use this type of spell, I feel that this kind of spell-casting medium is more handsome than a gun."

Dumbledore wore a beautiful sword flower, but he used European dueling rapier techniques, which was slightly inconsistent.

"I heard that they also have a plug-in called a sword box. Different from the magazine, that one is used to launch flying swords, but this will work."

The rustling night wind blew up Dumbledore's robe. At first glance, he looked like a fairy with white hair and white beard. He spoke in standard Mandarin that had passed the Level 10 exam, and in a broadcasting tone.

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder, and the brilliant power of heaven is used to attract it with the sword!"

A transparent light curtain entwined with thunder and lightning enveloped his body. Along with the thunder and thunder in the clear sky, the thunder and lightning wrapped around the sword appeared. A streak of silver light flew out, lighting up a dazzling ball in the night sky. silver fireworks.

"Excalibur's True Art of Controlling Thunder." Dumbledore put one hand behind his back and made a sword art with the other, recalling the long sword that had just been shot out.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" The white-bearded old man who had a bit of a fairy spirit a second ago turned back into the white-bearded principal of Hogwarts. "Although ancient magic is not as sophisticated as today's magic, it is still very fascinating. Fascinated."

He patted the dumbfounded Harry and said with a smile on his face, "The world is very big, Harry. England is just an insignificant corner of the wizarding world. If you have the chance, it's very nice to walk around and have a look." Good thing."

"Oooh!"

Harry, who came to his senses later, was still in a daze. He really didn't expect that there was such a thing.

"What about the ancient magic in Europe?" He looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of curiosity. This matter was much more interesting than Nagini's confession. How could that guy Voldemort have such knowledge in his conspiracy and calculations? It's fun.

"It needs to be sung in Old English. Due to the composition of the language system, there is basically no way for the ancient magic in Europe to continue to be passed down. You can't understand it, but I can translate it."

Dumbledore held a longbow, and Harry thought he would take out a thick two-handed wand or something, but then he thought about it, the flying sword has a sword case, and that thing can be shot out. In AK Rowling's world, Dumbledore is more likely to pull out a slingshot than a two-handed wand.

His hand rested on the bow string, and somewhat unexpectedly, the sleeves he lifted up were not the old man's thin arms, but rather strong and powerful, even with a bit of a strong and angular look, and had a deep look at the end. The hidden Lord.

"Something darker than dusk, something scarier than blood, appear in the flow of time."

He drew the bow string bit by bit, and the black and red light intertwined on the bow string, and then shaped into a slender arrow.

".In the name of the great # ￥*\u0026, I swear in the darkness to gather the strength of you and me to give them equal destruction to all the stupid things that stand in our way."

Dumbledore loosened his bowstring, and a thin black-red beam of light flew out. However, nothing happened.

"European ancient magic has been borrowing the power of 'outer gods' for a long time. It is a powerful 'demon god' invented by wizards, which is somewhat similar to the Obscurus, but it is a special existence jointly created by many wizards. It can It helps wizards to cast spells more effectively, but it has some side effects. What I just used was the divine prayer spell in ancient magic. However, since those external gods no longer exist, the power of the spell is very small. If it was a thousand years ago, This magic can kill a young fire dragon with one blow."

After putting down the longbow, Dumbledore explained carefully.

"It sounds very powerful, right? Although this is true, except for the power, it has all shortcomings. The original wizards always fell into a disadvantage when fighting against the abyss. This is also related to the rough way of using magic in ancient magic."

"This is what we need to learn most now."

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his Desert Eagle in front of Harry. "The old does not necessarily mean the powerful. The world is constantly updating and growing. Those who can withstand the test and be left behind are the real ones." of treasures.”

"Okay, it's time to relax and chat." A small piece of paper appeared in front of Dumbledore with the golden-red phoenix flames, and he reached out to grab it. "Newt's reply is here." He glanced at it note, then nodded, "Albania is indeed Nagini's last known stop."

"They are the same person."

Dumbledore walked to Nagini's side in silence and sighed slightly.

"What are you going to do now, Harry?" He raised his head and looked at Harry, who had stopped joking and became serious.

"Of course -" Harry showed a kind smile, his white teeth seemed to shine, "Sent him on his way."