Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Early the next morning, Harry was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Forfox? Why are you knocking me on the head?"

Harry opened his hazy sleepy eyes and said helplessly to Fox, who was standing beside his pillow, "No wonder I just dreamed that someone kicked in the door and urged me to update. It turned out to be you."

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Fox, who was pulled into Harry's arms and rubbed violently, screamed in panic. Although it was said to be a phoenix, that was a matter of translation. Fox's correct name should be Phoenix, and he was not even related to Zine. Quite close, the phoenix is ​​a magical creature from the East, with the most beautiful and gorgeous tail feathers in the world. The golden-red appearance of Fox is not bad, but in comparison, the phoenix lacks grace and luxury. After all, the genuine phoenix is It is called a sacred beast and is offered incense and temple offerings there.

Fox's noise caused other people in the dormitory to rub their eyes and stand up, followed by a series of exclamations.

"Harry!"

Rolf lifted the quilt and rushed to Harry's bedside, "This is Fawkes? Isn't it! It's Fawkes!"

"This is the first time I have seen a living thing that can move. Ah, it hurts."

Rolf, who was about to touch Fox's butt with his salty hands, was pecked. Fox, who was a little angry, turned around and flapped his wings to slap Harry on the head. However, the rough-skinned guy didn't react at all and kept patting him. After losing a few of its own feathers, it had no choice but to turn its head and comb its ruffled feathers.

"Yes, it's Professor Dumbledore's one. You can look at it as you like. If there is any magic flame, it should be happy to let you touch it."

"Cuckoo!" Fox gave Harry another head tap, his look seemed to say: "Am I that kind of casual bird?"

"Magic flame?" Luo Fu was stunned, and then sighed with some annoyance, "I have it at home, but I didn't bring it with me. If I had raised a phoenix instead of a thunderbird, I would definitely bring some over."

"I can pay it on credit. I'm going home today anyway, right? I can give it after I get back for Christmas."

Harry took off his pajamas and put on his regular clothes. There was no need to wear a robe today. After breakfast, they could leave school on the Hogwarts Express.

"Credit?" Luofu's eyes, which were originally showing a depressed look, lit up. He pitifully looked at Fox beside him, "I will definitely bring you various flavors of magic flames when I come back! In Grandpa's zoo, there will be sprays of magic flames. There are hundreds of magical creatures of fire, and they come in all kinds of flavors!”

Fox combed his feathers for a moment, then raised his little head and looked at Rolf. He jumped up and took half a step closer to Rolf.

"Hahahaha, Fox, you are indeed a glutton."

Harry, who was overjoyed at the side, laughed out loud, but Fox ignored him. Under Rolf's exquisite massage, he narrowed his eyes comfortably. When it came to playing with cats and birds, Scar Rolf, who comes from the Mander family, is very experienced, but this is his first time touching a phoenix.

It took Harry about ten minutes to change clothes and wash up. Rolf, who looked satisfied, let go of his hand, and Fox, whose feathers were combed smoothly, was also very satisfied.

"I'm done, let's go, Fox."

Harry stretched out his arm, allowing Fawkes to jump onto his shoulder, his claws clenching painfully.

"Wow, you are so stingy. If I hadn't told you just now, where would you have gotten free massages and free snacks?"

Fox glanced at Harry, then turned his head arrogantly, where is this free? He was just a snack that he had sold his lust for. Even though he thought so, his claws were still half relaxed.

"See you later, I hope I can make it in time for breakfast later."

Waving to his good friends, Harry was wrapped in flames and left the dormitory.

But this time the destination was not Dumbledore's office. Fox took him out of Hogwarts and into a very strange room.

"Welcome, Harry!"

Grindelwald greeted Harry energetically, "Welcome to Nurmengard."

"This is my laboratory. Did Voldemort bring it? Come on, let me play with it. Study the soul that can solidify the entity and retain the physical perception. This is a rare thing."

"Professor Grindelwald, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"If I come back later, I'm afraid that little Tom will be lost to you. This is a rare material, and you may not realize its value."

"Okay, give him to me." Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and little Tom, who was rolled into a ball by Harry, was handed to his hand.

"Wrapped with your awakener's magic power?" Grindelwald felt something was wrong when he took advantage of it. He was completely unable to sense any magic power from the little Tom who fell into his hands.

"Well, this can keep it fresh and prevent him from committing suicide. The quality of the magic power of the awakened person is much higher than that of ordinary wizards. Crushing the quality is the simplest and most effective way."

"Smart idea." Grindelwald nodded affirmatively, and then lit up the alchemy array on the alchemy table. "You can let him go now, and I will give him a squeeze."

"Oh, okay." Harry snapped his fingers, and the magic that enveloped little Tom dissipated, "Why don't you see Professor Dumbledore?"

"Al stepped in for me, otherwise how do you think I would have come back? There must be someone watching over there, and someone with weight needs to be in charge."

"So that's it. Do you have anything to eat here? I came here without even having breakfast. I'm so hungry."

"I'll give you the knife. Cut it yourself. Don't burn other things when you light the fire. The only seasoning is salt."

Grindelwald waved his finger without looking back, and a knife and a glass jar filled with salt flew over. Looking in the direction of his finger, there was a young Peruvian Vipertooth fixed on a shelf. , only two to three months old at most. This is one of the smallest dragons in the world, with an adult length of just over three meters.

"By the way, give me 20 milliliters of venom. Its venom sac is on the chest, on the right side of the heart. Don't scratch it."

"Isn't there a food delivery service in such a huge Nurmengarde? Isn't this the headquarters of the Wiccan Party? It doesn't even have a kitchen?"

Harry asked in astonishment, stabbing the unconscious Vipertooth to death with a knife. The knife Grindelwald gave him was also an alchemy tool and was extremely sharp.

"No one else has permission to enter the S7-level laboratory except Al and I. Of course there is a kitchen, as well as the German-style pork knuckles you like, but there is no delivery service."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and then he disemboweled the body, skinned and removed the bones. Although it was his first time to cook a whole roasted dragon, it was not difficult to handle this goat-sized little guy.

Just when the aroma of the barbecue was wafting away, Grindelwald wiped his hands and came over. He threw little Tom into something that looked like a pressure cooker and added ingredients to stew.

"It will be ready in half an hour, just wait."

"Oh! Come on, Professor Grindelwald, let me give you a taste of the most delicious dragon butt."

"Can't you give me a leg? You stingy little bastard, this dragon still belongs to me!"

"Dragon leg meat, old man, please eat some tender meat to avoid stuffing your teeth."

"Me!" Grindelwald, who was so angry that his beard stood up, glared at Harry, "Children must respect their elders." He said calmly.

"Old age doesn't matter." Harry grinned, grabbed half a rib and chewed it with the bones in it.

After slapping Harry on the back of the head, Grindelwald grinned and covered his hands. The little bastard's head was as hard as a turtle shell, and his hands hurt from the slap.

In less than half an hour, a baby Venomtooth dragon the size of a sheep was eaten completely by Harry and Grindelwald. Even though Grindelwald was over a hundred years old, his appetite was really not bad, but compared to others As for the meal, he only managed to finish less than half of the ribs.

After eating and drinking, Harry lazily sat down on the ground, "Professor." Harry asked Grindelwald while picking his teeth with a small bone: "Can I ask what kind of research you are doing? I I’m quite curious as to why I have to go to the other side of the world.”

"The leader of the research is over there. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't want to go so far, but the content of the research is not something that cannot be said."

Grindelwald also sat on the floor with Harry without any pretense, "Isn't it about to start a war with the Abyss? In the past few years and ten years, we have discovered it a little too late. All together it will be We have been given less than twenty years to prepare. The magic world has been at peace for too long, and the vast majority of wizards do not know what fighting is."

"The content of the research is related to this. In the past ten years, we have basically solved the technical difficulties. Now we have entered the testing stage. We should be able to start small-scale testing next year, and in two years at the latest, it will Be our best tool for training new recruits.”

"A deep-immersion hyper-realistic simulated war system uses a sophisticated alchemical matrix and artificial life to build a super-large virtual illusion. A wizard can wear a magic network terminal and use the Super Dream Spell to connect to the core of the illusion, and project part of his consciousness in this way. Into a fantasy world.”

"The framework of this technology has been completed. What has not yet been resolved are some necessary details, such as the limit of the perception transmission threshold. If this problem cannot be solved, it is very likely that the death of the wizard in the dream will affect reality. In the dream If someone is killed, people may die too.”

"Brain dead?" Harry spat out the word dryly. His mind was in chaos at the moment. What on earth was going on in this world? How many centuries has England lagged behind the rest of the world? Is the era he lives in now really late 1992? Not 2992?

"You actually know this?" Grindelwald glanced at Harry in surprise, "That's right, brain death. You think you are dead, so you die. People can deceive themselves until they die, so we Inhibition of sensory conduction is required.”

"Including Voldemort -" Grindelwald pointed to the pressure cooker placed on the fire, "The materialization of his soul body is not important. There have been achievements in this regard in the East, hundreds of years ago. But the ability to completely simulate the physical senses is worth studying, and it may be of great help to dream projects, complementing the illusion of sensory simulation, and realism is a very important component."

"Do you think I rushed back in such a hurry because I want to play with this little toy with you?" Grindelwald raised his chin, showing an old man's pretentious face, "I am a serious person, how can I be like you? As childish as a little bastard.”

However, Grindelwald did not get enough feedback from Harry. After hearing Grindelwald say this, Harry fell into incredible self-doubt. He remained silent and said nothing. .

"Scare you, kid?"

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, but then hesitated, and instead grabbed a steel pipe that came from nowhere and hit Harry on the head.

"DUANG~~~"

Harry scratched his hair to express his indifference, casually knotted the steel pipe in Grindelwald's hand and threw it back.

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Grindelwald looked at the deformed steel pipe in his hand. After being stunned for a while, he muttered speechlessly: "Is this thing really a human? Why don't you capture it and dissect it?"

He eagerly took out a sledgehammer that could shout 80, but after rolling up his sleeves, he put down the hammer as he was not sure about knocking Harry out.

"I'm a wizard!"

Grindelwald, suddenly enlightened, took out his magic wand and turned it into a German chainsaw and a battlefield cloth tearing machine MG42. However, in this world, the Germans used EG/LG/PG (electromagnetic/laser/electricity) to fight World War II. MG (machine gun) series of weapons.

"Professor Grindelwald!"

Harry's loud voice startled Grindelwald, who quickly transformed his wand back into its pistol form and stuffed it behind his butt.

"Ahem, cough, cough~" Grindelwald, who felt guilty, coughed several times, "Nothing happened just now."

"?" Harry glanced at Grindelwald suspiciously, but he didn't worry too much, "Do you want testers? The kind that don't require a salary, I can do that!"

"ah?"

"oh!"

Grindelwald, who knew what Harry was talking about, nodded, "We'll talk about it later. We'll talk about it later. It's not online yet. The people used in the test phase are all death row prisoners, with a mortality rate of 93%. Now we use human lives." Just wait for the pile stage."

"Because of the death feedback from the dream?"

"No, there are also miscellaneous things like network fluctuations and consciousness cutting caused by disconnection. As I said, only the main framework has been built now, and the details still need to be fixed. Why are you in a hurry? It only takes a year or two anyway. .”

"Is that enough time?"

"Just use human lives to test it. Maybe half of the problems can be solved next month. The most indispensable thing in the magical world is miracles. Aren't you a miracle?"

"Why are you involving me again?" Harry looked at Grindelwald confused.

"In terms of being a human being, you are definitely a miracle in the magical world. Even those savages in Africa who paint graffiti on their bodies are probably not as strong as you."

"I really want to dissect it." Grindelwald touched Harry's big arm, his eyes sparkling.

Harry shrank his neck, moved half a step to the side, and glanced sideways at Grindelwald, "You are so mean, you actually covet my body."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in muscle clubs anyway. Little Tom should be done soon. I'll wait until I dig out the things in his brain, but this may directly destroy him. This guy's Occlumency technique It’s no worse than Al’s, it’s very difficult to dig something out.”

"What if he said it himself?" A smirk appeared on Harry's lips. There were many interesting ways to break a person's will.

"He dares to say it, do you dare to believe it?" Grindelwald asked with a smile on his lips.

"I don't dare. It's better to just start digging. Anyway, there are still several Horcruxes. If they are worn out, just replace them with another one. Multiple verifications."

"A wise choice." Grindelwald nodded, "I can't get enough of this kind of bad guy. Veritaserum doesn't work on them. True lies. Can't this thing come just by opening your mouth?"

"You can read the stack of reports on the table. You have nothing to do now anyway. As for Black, this guy has caused a lot of trouble. The Magical Congress has just issued a reward for him."

"How do you say that?"

"Your godfather killed the Aurors of the Magic Congress, as well as several researchers. The announced death toll was eleven, but I am sure there is some moisture in it, because seven of them were killed by my people. "

"North America is in chaos right now, extremely chaotic."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, then walked aside and started busy.

"Is that so?"

Harry frowned and picked up the thick report.