Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

There is still an hour before dawn, but after leaving the city, looking up from the wilderness, you can see the Milky Way composed of countless shining stars.

The bonfire crackled, and the warm firelight dispersed the heavy snow here. What was being roasted to a crisp was a Ream cow weighing about three to five hundred kilograms. This magical creature is distributed in North America and the Far East. It is rare to see them in England. They have fur that is as brilliant as gold. Drinking their blood will make people stronger, and it is a good thing to nourish the body.

However, this one is still a little far away from adulthood, but the two-three-month-old calf has not yet been completely weaned, but this is also the period when the meat is the most tender. There are many good things in the Magical Congress. Now that you have chosen to be a robber , then of course you have to take it generously.

Maybe it was the aroma of barbecue, or maybe it was the warmth transmitted by the fire. A man who was thrown on the sleeping mat slowly woke up. He opened his hazy eyes and saw the man in black robe sitting next to the fire turning over the grill. .

"die!!!"

Sirius grabbed the sharp bone-picking knife inserted on the wooden pillar beside him. He burst out with astonishing strength and rushed in front of the man in black robes. The sharp blade reflected the orange flame, and the cold light seemed to also Infected with the blood boiling in his body.

"Compared to Godfather Snape, you are indeed far behind."

A big hand pressed directly on the top of Sirius's head. Harry, who was over 1.9 meters tall, had a wingspan that was not comparable to that of Sirius, who was over 1.8 meters tall. Harry flicked the bone-cutting knife with just a flick of his finger. , the broken blade grazed Sirius's cheek and flew into the dark wilderness behind him.

"Maybe you should calm down. Would you like some hot tea?"

Harry pointed to the small fire next to the grill. There was a small kettle on top, and hot tea was simmering in it.

But when Harry turned his head to look at Sirius, the man's hand holding the knife suddenly lost its strength. He looked into Harry's eyes in disbelief, those familiar clear green eyes, even ten years apart. will not forget.

"Harry?"

Sirius asked uncertainly and cautiously.

"Of course, if you want me to turn into Voldemort and scare you, that's not impossible."

A bottle of potion was waved in front of Sirius' face. The unique viscosity was unique to Polyjuice.

Sirius was not bad at potions. After a brief moment of daze, the expression on his face suddenly became complicated. There were relief, fear, excitement and guilt, all of which were too numerous to count.

"Why, you don't believe it?" After making sure that the beef had been roasted, Harry tore off a leg of beef without ceremony, sat on a chair and ate it with big mouthfuls. He said vaguely: "Later Professor Dumbledore will tell you that your son has returned to England, at least you will believe him, right?"

"I'm not, I" seemed to have insufficient memory. Too much information was crammed into Sirius's mind at once, and he didn't know how to speak at this moment.

"I believe you." After a moment of pause, Sirius said in a deep voice, "I believe these eyes are not deceiving."

"Then you are really not careful enough."

The man in black robe who was chewing on the leg of beef spoke in an ominous dark tone, "Didn't anyone tell you not to trust strangers easily when you go out?"

The last half of the sentence came from behind Sirius, and the voice with a cold breath blew out a cold wind, making people feel chilly on the back of their necks.

"Congratulations, you died again, and you were still tricked to death."

A hard object pressed against his back. There was no doubt that it was the muzzle of the gun.

A drop of cold sweat streaked across Sirius's forehead, and this sudden reversal made him stiffen.

"just kidding."

The hard object pressing against the back of the chest disappeared, and the man in black robe chewing on the calf returned to his original position again, as if the scene just now had never happened, but the vest soaked with cold sweat told Sirius , all this is not a dazzling illusion.

"But don't trust strangers when you go out. This must be the first time we meet, Sirius."

"Formal introduction."

The ox leg, which weighed at least 30 to 40 kilograms, had been swallowed whole by the glutton, and even the bones had been chewed into pieces. The only remaining ox hoof was thrown into the bonfire and burned with crackling sounds.

"Harry Potter is the real second year student at Hogwarts. He is twelve years old and is so fierce that he could kill Voldemort with one punch."

Standing up, Harry was almost a head taller than Sirius, and the pressure brought by his majestic body was not ordinary.

Sirius shook Harry's hand blankly and swallowed silently.

"Well, it's our first time to meet anyway. It's normal to have nothing to talk about. Why don't you tell us why you came here? Maybe it can alleviate the awkwardness?"

Hearing Harry say this, Sirius' chat box opened up. As for whether he should believe that he is Harry, when facing someone who can easily kill him at any time, truth or falsehood is really not that important. After all, there is no such thing. It's impossible to resist, isn't it?

Sirius also had a little trust in his intuition. There was no other pair of eyes that were exactly like Lily's in the world.

"I actually"

He began to tell his story. The purpose of Sirius coming here was very simple. He had always wanted to prepare a gift for Harry, a gift that would make him feel that he could make up for his slight debt. He knew very well what the death of James and Lily meant. Because of that, this matter has a deep relationship with him. If it hadn't been for his mistrust and entrusted the task of keeping secrets to Peter Pettigrew, then the tragedy of that year would probably not have happened.

He knew that Harry liked Quidditch, and Dumbledore also told him that Harry had made great achievements in Quidditch and even formed a Quidditch team (this is what Sirius thinks of a team). , bought a professional team, and prepared to take his people through the European Cup and get tickets for the World Cup.

"Nimbus Company did not agree to my acquisition, so I came here. Jericho Missile Company in North America is also a very famous new rocket company. I planned to buy Jericho and give it to you, but I didn't expect it."

Then there is the content of how he got involved in this maelstrom out of curiosity. It was really unlucky. He had not been sacrificed for decades. This kind of thing would never happen to a normal person.

After listening to Sirius' story, Harry stared at his godfather with meaningful eyes. To be honest, he was really surprised by the gift that Sirius had planned.

"Buy the next rocket company?"

"Don't you like it? I mean me."

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, Godfather." Harry was probably born in the year of the Dog. One second he was still Sirius, and the next second he was calling Godfather very smoothly, "I'm just curious. I bought one." How much money does Rocket Company need?”

"This is not expensive at all." Sirius smiled when he heard that Harry didn't like the gift. "For only 23 million Galleons, you can buy 40% of the shares. It's quite cheap. of."

"Ah, yes, it's quite cheap."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched slightly. He finally understood what the Black family, the largest landowner in England, was so terrifying.

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Chapter 188 has been harmonized. I have submitted the revision. If it is not released tomorrow, I will ask the editor.