Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Malfoy Manor is a rich and luxurious lord's mansion, surrounded by well-designed gardens, with fountains and free-roaming white peacocks, and exquisite wrought iron gates allow visitors to feel as if they are passing through smoke.

Only now, the free-roaming white peacock has disappeared, and under the cover of night, this luxurious manor has fallen into a dark silence.

There is no second family within a radius of ten miles here. Hundreds of years ago, there were Muggle villages nearby, but those Muggles were handled skillfully by the Malfoy family. The cause of death was the Black Death. The Ministry of Magic couldn't find any evidence about the Malfoy family, even if people knew it, because before that, the Malfoy family had an extreme rejection of Muggles.

Five miles away from the manor, as a group of golden-red flames ignited, more than a dozen figures appeared in the woods with sparse bushes. They did not get too close. As a prominent wizard family in the magic world, their manor It has been cast with a lot of magic, and it is not good to get too close. If you startle the snake before the arrangement is completed, that is something no one wants to see.

The ten members of the Umbrella Squad rode rockets across the night sky quickly and silently. Their first task was to arrange magic barriers such as anti-apparition. The portable alchemy devices they carried with them allowed them to complete their work quickly and efficiently. Before parting, Leon handed Harry something similar to a headset. This small prop allowed them to communicate in real time within a distance of fifty miles. This was not a magically modified radio, but a reference to its alchemy prop.

"Professor, how many years do you think England is behind the outside world?" Harry asked Dumbledore after putting the earphones on his ears. Middle Ages shitting and pissing on the road?"

"Well." Dumbledore touched his nose, then looked up at the sky, "Today's moon is so white."

"Hogwarts is such a crappy place that you can't stay for more than one day." Harry glanced at Dumbledore, and complained a little speechlessly, "Hogwarts is the one who is unemployed after graduation, right? No wonder here There are only 3,000 resident wizards here, how can this kind of dilapidated place hold people?"

"Isn't it reforming now? Hogwarts is now seeking innovation and development." Dumbledore, who felt a little shameless, said awkwardly, but this can't be blamed on Dumbledore. He doesn't like politics in the first place. The Ministry of Magic has never intervened. The Minister of Magic should be responsible for this kind of matter. He is the headmaster of a crappy school, so he has no ability to control whether England is progressing or regressing.

"I'll take it for granted." Harry carried his shield and rode on his Nimbus 2001. However, just as he was about to take off, he found embarrassingly that his own Nimbus 2001 seemed a little weak. Under the circumstances, the slowly rising light wheel 2001 is not as fast as his walking speed.

Rockets belong to alchemy products, and they will be troubled by the upper limit of their design. Although magic is biased towards idealism, dead things like alchemy tools cannot truly "I Xun Si", and idealism is the privilege of the spellcaster.

"The total is less than one ton. This broken rocket should be eliminated."

In desperation, Harry had no choice but to put away the Nimbus 2001, pick up the shield and run forward. According to his current inappropriate pace, it takes three to five minutes for a mere five miles. By the way, he can still adapt to it while running. Although the sudden increase in weight and the nearly half-ton shield is not as heavy as the weight he put on himself in daily training, the center of gravity still needs to be adjusted slightly.

When the gate of the manor could be clearly seen, three taps came from the earphones. This was the signal they had agreed in advance. The umbrella team had completed all the arrangements and was gathering in his direction.

The only person who met Harry was Captain Leon, and the rest of the team members were scattered around the perimeter of the manor. Even if these truly elite wizards faced Voldemort directly, they could still linger for a while, and they would not be taken away without meeting. .

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Leon."

Harry nodded to him, then prepared to move forward with his shield in hand.

"Just to ask, what are you going to do?"

Harry never told them about his plan. This unprofessional and rigorous 'raid' made the captain of the elite wizarding team feel uncomfortable. He would never have fought such a hasty battle, if Dumbledore hadn't said it "Today you cooperate with Harry", Leon had already seized the command and came up with plan ABC and emergency plan ABCDE within three minutes.

They killed not only 80 but 100 dark wizards, and they never missed a single unmentionable secret mission. Killing a Voldemort is not to say that it is a matter of hand, but it creates a very good opportunity for Dumbledore to make a move. Entering the soul is absolutely no problem.

In the extremely elite wizarding world, the power of the team can still offset part of the gap in "individual strength", especially after the pre-arrangement is made to trap the prey, as long as Voldemort can't break the anti-apparition knot He is locked in this confinement area, and he is likely to be killed on the spot by members of the umbrella squad. Now he is still waiting for Harry's flesh and blood to be used to reshape his perfect new body, but he can't go back to being with Dumbledore. Lido and Grindelwald are at the same level of strength.

This is also the fundamental reason why Harry dared to tease the tiger's whiskers, but for the sake of stability, he still chose to let Dumbledore squat aside to press the formation. It would be more fun if Grindelwald came. He was very interested in sneaking and giving someone a ruthless plot, and he even enjoyed the desperate and terrified eyes of the victim. The real chaos and evil are not talking about. If it weren't for Dumbledore's fetters, this old man would have All the bad things are done.

Facing Leon's question, Harry just walked forward silently, and then muttered a few whispers that others couldn't understand:

"mul-strength, qua-protection, slen-flesh."

The awakened man's rune Harry can only barely use it now, and its effectiveness is less than 10% of the real one, but even so, after being activated, the three runes that are entirely used to strengthen the body lose their original weight. The moderate shield became a little light, and the three basic attributes of the reckless man, strength, defense, and endurance, were suddenly raised by a large amount at this moment. A bottle of potion with disgusting color, disgusting taste, and equally disgusting taste was twisted by Harry. He opened the lid, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, squeezed his nose and poured it down.

It was still a familiar formula, and Snape's potion was still performing well. Harry, with the veins on his forehead, bowed slightly, forcibly restraining his desire to open his mouth to vomit.

His already burly body was slightly raised by half a foot at this moment, and his undulating muscles smashed the wide Hogwarts school uniform robe, revealing the high-ballistic stab-proof tight-fitting vest he wore under the robe.

And in the eyes of Leon behind him, he witnessed the whole process of a person transforming into a giant humanoid beast, even if Harry just stood there, he already felt the mortal threat, the distance between the two of them was too large It was getting close, so close that he had no time to raise his wand, and the giant humanoid would grab his head with one hand and crush his head like a tofu.

He only experienced this kind of feeling when he was young when he hunted and killed the rampaging giant king in Italy with his team. At that time, Leon was still very young, and he still remembers the giant's unparalleled berserk gesture in the crowd with half of the fire dragon corpse. Still fresh, and now, he saw something similar in Harry.

"After five minutes, if I don't get it done, I'll trouble you."

Harry's voice was a little hoarse, a side effect of drinking the Strength Liberation Potion.

"Now all I have to do is—"

With a muffled earth-shaking sound, Harry, who flew over a hundred meters in an instant burst, directly crashed into the magnificent gate of Malfoy Manor. The man-tall tower shield was waved, and the invisible cloak covered the surface The moment the skin touched it, it tore apart all the magic protection on the gate.

Just as there was a piercing sound of twisted steel, the figure as strong as a bear kicked open the gate of Malfoy Manor!

"Hogwarts! OPEN THE DOOR!"