Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Chapter 192 Tom Riddle does all kinds of evil and I grow cotton for him

"Avada Kedavra!"

A cobweb-like green light of death blooms under the night!

Dozens of chains of killing green light erupted from the muzzle of the gun. The ebony gun body was wrapped in black cloth, leaving only the black hole of the muzzle exposed.

And in front of the gunfire, the wails in the face of death resounded in all directions!

The deaths of more than thirty people in an instant caused the bloodhounds to flee in panic.

"Don't you want the Spear of Longinus?! You bastards!"

"Kill me and you can take it away!"

No one appreciates his handsome face, but his devil-like smile is imprinted in the hearts of every hunter who comes for the bounty. Endless regret and fear fill every gap in their hearts at this moment, but greed and unwillingness are... and filled the veins of their whole bodies.

Target name: Voldemort

Crime: Breaking into the Magical Congress to cause serious damage and casualties, using the Imperius Curse to cause widespread chaos, and snatching the Gun of Longinus.

Bounty: 1.5 million gold galleons (all seizures must be surrendered)

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Three hours ago.

"In accordance with Articles 3, 7, and 10 of the Magical Congress Entry and Exit Control Act, please hand over your wand and cooperate with us to register at the designated location."

"We only repeat it once."

Five black holes were aimed at Harry's body from all directions. The moment he passed through the security curtain and entered North America, the Aurors on duty discovered his traces, and a vague magic mark fell on Harry. , during the effective period, no matter where Harry goes, as long as he is still within the territory of the Magic Congress, it will be marked on the map.

The formulaic inquiry was full of impatience. The Aurors had repeated these words countless times. There were too many wizards sneaking into the country from various borders. A month ago, Harry might not even be able to wait until this time. Arrival of Aurors.

"Don't be so nervous, friend."

Harry slowly turned around, and the not-so-bright moonlight illuminated his face. The young Voldemort had a faint smile on his face, elegant yet graceful.

"Another white-skinned pig."

When Harry turned around, a disgusted yell came from the darkness, "Put your hands up, kneel down, and get checked!"

In this country with sharp contradictions between black and white, conflicts due to skin color occur every day. Perhaps the top management will greet each other with smiles for various reasons, but the closer you are to the bottom, the more acute the contradiction becomes. On the sleepiest night of three in the morning, After being sent out to perform the mission, the Auror who perfectly blended into the night was filled with resentment.

"Maybe you need to rephrase that, nigga."

The face with an elegant smile turned cold. Harry, who had dealt with Voldemort a lot, perfectly reproduced the scornful and disdainful look of the original Voldemort.

"I can mercifully give you a decent death."

With a 'swish', the man who was originally standing on the top of the tall building disappeared instantly. Five staggered red lights penetrated the position where he was originally standing. A trace of cold sweat broke out from the foreheads of the group of people. They should have been there when they landed. It's better to use the anti-disapparation spell.

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice with a slight tone came from behind them, it was the voice of the damn guy they heard before.

But it was too late to turn around. Just when they were about to pull the trigger again to kill this white-skinned bastard, they heard the sound of the trigger being pulled.

"The soul leaves the body."

In an instant, five consecutive shots of the Imperius Curse hit their backs. Single-shot bursts of spells were what White Ivory was best at. Within a range of less than ten meters, Harry could instantly draw his gun and hit it with perfect accuracy.

It is impossible to kill people. Although their attitudes are a bit bad, they are just performing official duties. As stowaways, they are a bit unreasonable, but now that they are the Dark Lord, role-playing is also required.

This group of Aurors, who could be perfectly invisible in the dark night, each used the Transfiguration Technique to carve out a piece of land on the roof of a high-rise building that needed hard work.

"As expected, only Nico who grows cotton is a good Nico. Now you know what you should do at night, right? It's wrong to come out to scare people, especially if you verbally insult an elegant Dark Lord."

Harry gently adjusted the collar and smoothed out the wrinkles on it. If you look through the robe, you will be surprised to find that there is no human body visible within the black robe.

Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak as a lining, actually didn't have to dodge the curse just now. He had already realized the correct use of the Invisibility Cloak, how could he not protect his own safety when going deep into danger.

Several Aurors walked aside silently, and the cement roof was soon covered with a thick layer of soil. They used the transformation spell to conjure hoes, took off their coats, and worked enthusiastically on this new piece of land. The land is plowed.

Although they may have never touched a hoe before, when they held the handle of the hoe, the instinct imprinted in their blood awakened. Every swing made their bodies boil with blood, and the glory of their ancestors seemed to be coming at this moment!

Harry nodded with satisfaction after having done a good deed. Compared with the empty and aimless life before, they must be full and happy now sweating.

As the magic power in his body surged, the awakened person's magic power shattered the magic mark left on his body. There was no possibility of hiding the mark that Harry could see with his naked eyes. The next moment, he left the top of the tall building and disappeared. Under night.

The connection with Grindelwald's informant went smoothly. Harry had a communicator to contact him, but there was no video call this time. Simple voice communication was enough to complete the communication.

Late at night, there were still a few lights on in Dad's restaurant, and a blond and blue-eyed young man in his twenties was engrossed in eating. Opposite him, Harry raised his chin and asked in confusion: "Why did you come to New York? And We even went to Chinatown to eat and drink.”

"Apart from here, where else in New York can provide late-night snacks?" The blond guy put down his fork and burped. "I haven't had a full meal in more than a month. That guy is so good at running away."

As he spoke, a silent barrier to prevent eavesdropping unfolded, covering the two people sitting in the corner.

"Sirius Black was arrested. He planned to cross the Rocky Mountains to Mayapan. But what he didn't know was that the Magical Congress had blocked the mountain range. Dozens of Aurors tied him up. He is probably in a daze now. He's being interrogated by the mercury pool."

"Mercury Pond?"

"A place of execution filled with magic mercury. The mercury is very corrosive and will melt a person from the outside to the inside. In the end, not even bones and dregs will be left. For the Spear of Longinus, magic Congress can do anything."

"But that thing isn't already there."

"Yes, but we made a fake one to continue muddying the waters. Blake was hunted down for this reason entirely because of his bad luck. When we killed the real owner and got the thing, Blake was still nearby, and he changed Cheng Gou deceived everyone, but after we arranged the scene and left, this guy was seen. As the only survivor at the time, don’t you doubt who he suspected?”

"What's more." The blond guy shrugged, "The Spear of Longinus is really on him."

"Um?!"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, "What's going on?"

"We just wanted to divert the trouble to the east and let the Magic Congress have fun with those red-eyed bounty hunters."

The Wiccan Party and the Magical Congress have not dealt with each other for a day or two. Since decades ago, the grudges between them have not been cut off. Grindelwald is not a guy who forgives easily. His tolerance is Extremely limited.

"Sirius killed four Aurors on his way to escape, but unfortunately, one of them carried the Gun of Longinus that we deliberately let him get."

"The battle probably damaged his clothes. This guy took off the robe of one of the Aurors and stupidly kept wearing it until he was arrested. The thing was in the pocket of the robe. We also thoughtfully marked it with Scent markers for bloodhounds to smell.”

"If this guy wasn't so good at running away, he should have been caught a month ago."

Suddenly, the blond boy pressed his left ear, and a new communication contacted him. After a few simple replies, he looked at Harry again.

"The Magical Congress has found the Spear of Longinus, and Sirius's use value is gone."

"Meaning he will die?" Harry frowned.

"It's possible, but Black's family is rich. Maybe he can survive after spending millions of galleons to buy his life."

"What the hell country?" Harry spat hard.

"Here, there's nothing money can't buy. It's a free country." The blond guy grinned, "It looks like you're planning to do something?"

"Can you get a map of the interior of the Magic Congress building?"

Hearing Harry say these words, the smile on the little brother's face became even brighter.

"Of course, my friend."

"By the way, I have some new news for you. You are wanted. There is a bounty of five thousand Galleons. The Magical Congress has posted your portrait."

He nodded his glasses and said, "The paintings are exactly the same."

"Then please tell them that my name is Voldemort, and I have a reward of five thousand galleons. Who are you looking down on?"

"Be sure to bring it to me, my friend. If there is anyone else who needs help, you're welcome."

A magically projected 3D map was delivered to Harry in less than five minutes. After he quickly memorized the entire layout of the Magic Congress Building, orange-red flames quickly engulfed the entire map, and it lit up. The magical glow dissipated, and the night wind blew away the burning embers.

"It's so exciting."

The black robe was lightly rolled up, and a dark figure blended into the night appeared in front of the Woolworth Building in New York.