Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Forget it all."

The three of them had guns on their heads. As the trigger was pulled, a bunch of silver filaments flew out from the other side of their heads. They were threads of memory.

Their eyes were dazed for a moment, and the memory of less than two minutes was deleted from their minds. This would not have a big impact on the wizard.

After his eyes regained consciousness, Dumbledore lit a fire in his hand. The flame exuding an ominous aura was a powerful fire that could burn the soul. The silver thread was ignited without leaving a trace of smoke.

"Hey, is there an intruder here?" Harry raised his head in confusion, looking at the ruin-like scene around him, "Is it possible that your potion pot exploded, Godfather?"

"Obviously Dumbledore insisted on making a cake, but the dust exploded."

Snape nodded firmly, "How could my potion pot explode?"

"Harry, you must have eaten too many beans and farted."

Dumbledore put his hand in front of his nose and fanned it, as if there was some strange smell left in the air.

The three of them looked at each other, then wordlessly raised their wands and recited the repairing spell. The shattered and collapsed interior landscapes flew back to their original positions one after another, as if time went back. Within a few dozen seconds, the principal's office appeared. It returned to its original appearance.

"Ravenclaw's diadem of retardation."

Harry looked at the shining golden crown with some pain. The unsightly black history before was naturally eliminated, but in order not to repeat the same mistakes, they left the memory of the true effect of the Ravenclaw Diadem in their minds.

"Although I don't know what happened, becoming mentally retarded should be a terrible thing."

Snape patted his chest with lingering fear, "Why are my ribs broken?"

He took out a bottle of magic potion and poured it into his mouth. He stretched out his hand and simply broke the bones. The injury healed in just a few seconds.

"Give me some, my wrists are broken too."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. There was still a bruised scratch on his left wrist. Although he guessed who did it in an instant, he didn't say it. Since he chose to delete that memory, There must be a reason.

"I don't know why, but it hurts so much."

Harry, who was covering his head, had his eyelids twitching crazily when he saw the crown. It was an ominous premonition, an extremely strong ominous premonition.

"I probably guessed what Ravenclaw's message inside the diadem meant."

"Ravenclaw is an awakened wizard. She left the words 'I am too smart and incompatible with this world' in the crown. This crown that makes people become mentally retarded may have been designed by her in order to be able to communicate normally with other people. Yes."

"The crown does not bring wisdom, but it allows the overly smart Ravenclaw to communicate with others normally. Only by lowering her own intelligence level can others understand what she says."

"That should be true." Snape nodded slightly, "It's really hard to talk to idiots. Albus, couldn't you include IQ in the selection criteria for wizards when you recruit students?"

"Especially those from pure-blood families, there are many mentally retarded people due to inbreeding. Although there are some smart people, there are really too few smart people compared to idiots."

Although he is the head of Slytherin, Snape does not have a good impression of all the pure-blood students in Slytherin. Mixed-bloods are the main component of Slytherin, and most of the elites are mixed-bloods. Wizard, this was also the real reason why Slytherin could win the Academy Cup for seven consecutive years before Harry came.

"Students are tight, students are tight." Dumbledore laughed, "And IQ cannot be measured by magic."

"Then give more points to other houses. Slytherin will be completely hopeless if there are more idiots."

"Ah." Dumbledore looked up at the Sorting Hat, which had its eyes closed tightly and muttered, "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything." "I can't control this."

"So being a principal is so easy?"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, making Dumbledore slightly embarrassed.

"Just put the crown aside. I will take good care of it. If everyone discovers the truth, maybe many people will be sad."

Dumbledore carefully held up the crown with a spell, not wanting to touch it with his fingers. A beautiful brass wooden box contained the crown, and was then placed on a high bookshelf.

"The gold cup and the Resurrection Stone ring."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Which one do you think you are more interested in?"

With the precedent of Ravenclaw's retarded crown, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup does not seem to be a good choice. Although it seems harmless to humans and animals, Helga Hufflepuff also has the best personality among the four founders. But no one can tell how similar the truth is to historical legends.

"It's better to have a ring."

Harry pinched the Resurrection Stone on the ring, and then broke it with force, and the Resurrection Stone separated from the base of the ring.

This crystal clear black gem does not emit any magic power, but when people look at this gem, their eyes seem to be sucked in by it. There seems to be a slowly rotating vortex inside the clear gem, which is breathtaking. magic.

But this attraction is too weak, especially when the wizard himself has no urgent thoughts, this attraction will not shake people's will at all.

The other two people present were all staring at the stone in Harry's hand. Whether it was Dumbledore or Snape, they all wanted to see the figure in their hearts, but they restrained their expectations. Dumbledore Realizing that the Resurrection Stone could not resurrect the dead, Snape also understood that he could only see those clear green eyes in Harry's.

Giving the Resurrection Stone to Harry was the best outcome. No matter which one of them gained possession of him, after truly possessing the Resurrection Stone, they didn't know whether they could restrain themselves and continue to restrain themselves. Go and drink this deadly poison.

Harry did not spin the Resurrection Stone. It was a means of 'calling' the dead souls into reality. It was the truly 'correct' way to use the Resurrection Stone in the legend. But it was a trap. One wrong step would lead to death without a burial place. A trap, this is a vicious gift, a poisonous dagger that kills silently.

Iron-gray magic condensed in Harry's palm, and then seeped into the clear black gem bit by bit.

The vortex that seemed to exist became clear at this moment, and there seemed to be a voice whispering in Harry's ear, speaking softly in his ear with the gentlest voice.

But Harry ignored the alluring whisper. He increased the infusion of magic power, and the vortex in the gem rotated faster and faster. The original gentle whisper also became urgent and urgent——

In the end, it turned into a threatening scream, like a demonic sound penetrating the ears, soaked in hatred and curses.

The vortex that had accelerated to the limit was infused with endless magic power, and the originally vicious scream also trembled at this moment. It seemed to be begging for mercy, and seemed to want Harry to stop all this.

Until the end, the originally clear black gemstone was stained with a touch of turbid gray, shining with a cold light like steel.

The vortex was shattered, and any magic was directly destroyed by this crude method, completely defeated from the root.

"qo (lightning)"

There was a flicker of electricity, and then it wrapped around Harry's fingertips gently, making his hand so heavy that he almost dropped.

It was substantial thunder and lightning, possessing the weight and substance of the ‘thunder element’.