Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

After the outbreak of the Bigfoot Rebellion in 1892, the headquarters of the Magic Congress moved for the fifth time in history, from Washington to the Woolworth Building in New York. Mantras such as mantras expand the space.

This is a building shared by No-Maj and wizards. With the right spells, it will transform into the space used by wizards. The only sign of the new house of the Magic Council on the outside is the owl carving above the entrance.

Say the right mantra silently, and when you walk through the door, everything inside will change completely.

This is the most correct way to enter, but not the only way to enter.

There are many ways to knock on the door, but of course Harry, who has turned into Voldemort now, would not choose the most low-key approach, 'My Lord Dark Lord can't handle England with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and I can't deal with your mere North American grandson? '

Based on the idea that a little bit is a little bit, Harry is going to do something big.

The entrance carved with owl patterns was not covered by anything, but in his eyes, there was a thick magic curtain ahead, and this inaccessible curtain separated the world of No-Majs and wizards.

The handsome, smiling Dark Lord stopped before the entrance, his right hand raised into a fist.

"Death Eaters! OPEN THE DOOR!"

The heavy fist entwined with the magic power of the iron-gray Awakened smashed on the magic curtain at the entrance, accompanied by a bang of magic power explosion, the magic barrier that blocked the No-Maj and the wizarding world shattered, and was blown away by the roaring magic power impact The floor of the floor brought up flying smoke and dust, and the harsh siren sounded at this moment.

"Hail for the arrival of the Dark Lord! Servants!"

There was an extremely low voice of incantation: "The soul is out of the body!"

Hundreds of Imperius Curses poured out at this moment, but this invisible and intangible spell could not be seen with the naked eye at all. The wizard who stood up because of the loud noise of the door lost focus in an instant. The spell that gave people room to dodge hit all the wizards who could look directly at the gate.

Harry suppressed his heavy panting. The Imperius Curse just drained all his magic power in an instant, but as he moved forward step by step, every breath injected the bottomless magic pool into the raging tide, It was the right choice to give up Momoran before, and his desire for the upper limit of magic power far exceeds that of any wizard.

The riot broke out suddenly after the loud bang and roar. Those wizards who had their wills controlled pulled out their wands in unison, and then gunshots sounded like a group of demons dancing wildly. .

"Let's make this place more lively, hehehe~"

The handsome man passed through the chaotic hall, and the group of wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse bravely charged deeper, countless spells were shot, and the Aurors who heard the news were mad at them. Under the attack, the colleagues who were supposed to live in peace lost their minds at this moment, and the spells that could be defined as unforgivable spells by the magic world all had reasons for being banned.

But it was Voldemort who used the Unforgivable Curse, so what does it have to do with me, Harry Potter.

Almost the attention of the entire building was attracted by this group of crazy wizards, but the disturbance was temporary. Although most of the Aurors were sent to various places to stabilize the social environment, the Aurors who stayed at the headquarters could follow suit. Hundreds of people can be squeezed out casually, and perhaps within ten minutes, all these controlled wizards will be suppressed.

But ten minutes is more than enough time.

Most areas of the headquarters of the Magic Council are covered by the anti-apparition spell. People go up and down floors by stairs, elevators, and a magic flyway network that covers all floors. This is different from the Ministry of Magic in England. Woolworth The building is 792 feet (241 meters) high and has 57 floors. If only relying on elevators and stairs, it is impossible to meet the needs of personnel flow.

When the riots were learned by the people at the headquarters of the Magic Congress, and the personnel began to be frequently transferred, the black-robed figure who dominated everything disappeared from everyone's sight, just a moment later, located on the 32nd floor in the middle of the headquarters: At the entrance of the Auror headquarters, there was a figure in black robe.

"Good evening, buddy."

Harry waved to the Auror who stayed here, and the moment he raised his hand and pulled out his wand, a teleportation punch fell on him, and the Auror who arched his body like a shrimp lost the ability to resist in an instant , The severe pain of the violent liver attack made his mind go blank.

"The soul is out of the body."

"Lead the way, man, we don't have much time, but we have a lot to do."

The man curled up on the ground struggled to support himself, and then trot forward without saying a word. He led Harry through several corridors, and then stopped at the door of the prison where the prisoners were held.

"Borco, what are you doing here?" The guard in charge of guarding here looked at his colleague with some doubts, "You look so bad, did you eat an expired hot dog?"

"There is an emergency, Ike." The pale Borko said eagerly, his pale face and bean big cold sweat made his hasty words more convincing at the moment.

"Could it be that the riots below have already come to us?" A little puzzled, Eke reached out to support his colleague, and he didn't have much vigilance.

"Is such that."

Borko grabbed Eck's arm and pulled the trigger on his wand.

stupefied.

He threw away his collapsing colleague, raised the Boretta M9 in his hand, and pulled the trigger continuously and quickly, beams of red light flew in all directions, and the other Aurors who were completely defenseless also followed in Ike's footsteps .

After clearing away all the obstacles, he raised the pistol and aimed it at his head without hesitation, and with a burst of red light, he also fell limply on the ground unconscious.

"The Imperius Curse is really useful."

With the blessing of the magic power of the awakened, the power of the spell has been further enhanced. The magic that can instantly turn a person into an ally is vicious and vicious, but it is not practical. Among the three unforgivable curses, only the Imperius Curse Is it the black magic of black magic, which does not require negative emotions as the driving agent for the spell to burn.

Its danger lies only in the spell itself.

The prisoners locked in the rear were completely stunned when they saw this scene. The strange attack made their eyes widen, and there was a burst of cheers mixed with whistles. The bastards here are like it's a holiday, making a lot of noise.

"I heard that one of you got the spear of Longinus?"

When this voice sounded, the cheers stopped abruptly, and a handsome and elegant black-robed gentleman came out from the corner, over the unconscious bodies stacked on the ground.

"Let me go out!"

"I was wronged!"

Excited and chaotic shouts came and went, and the group of prisoners howled excitedly when they saw the behind-the-scenes manipulator leading all of this appear.

"It's me! It's me! I got it! Let me out and I'll tell you where it is!"

A hoarse but sharp voice was especially clear in the noise, the sound of rough sandpaper scratching the blackboard overwhelmed the chaotic noise of others.

"Don't try to lie, Lord Voldemort!"

The handsome man showed a frightening look on his face, his black robe was raised, and the crisp sound of magic power explosion suppressed all the previous noises.

"Cruciate!"

The wailing sound became the only noise at the moment, and everyone was startled by the sudden cruelty.

But at the moment of silence, an angry roar sounded from the prison in the distance.

"Found you, Blake."

In the strong cage, a crazy man whose limbs were bound by chains was staring at his blood red eyes and roaring.

"Tell me where the spear of Longinus is."

"I kill you!!!"

"It's okay, I can dig out what I want from your brain if you don't tell me, Blake."

The solid cage was severed by the magic blade. When the handsome man walked out of the cage, the screaming and struggling had disappeared. The prisoners watched the man with the evil smile on his face drag the hapless guy back to the corridor superior.

"Sweet dreams, bastards."

"Boom~"

With a gunshot, the light source that illuminated the place was extinguished, and the prison cell was submerged in darkness.

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There should be another chapter, but I'm too sleepy, so I'll get up and write it tomorrow morning