Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore, what do you use now that you don't have the Elder Wand?"

Although the wand's susceptibility was a bit too easy, Harry had not yet begun to swell because of it, and even sneak attacks could not hit him. As a wizard, he was so inferior that he could not think of bragging about it, and his wealth was not exposed. Well, Hufflepuff has always been a low-key person.

"My original one, of course."

Dumbledore is not stupid. He has the Elder Wand and can use it. Of course he will not hide it. However, people cannot forget their roots. The wand is the most loyal friend of wizards (Erwuzai Elder Wand) Except), it is a true friend who can accompany the wizard to grow up and accompany him throughout his life.

"Ollivander's grandfather made my first wand for me. It was made of golden sycamore wood, phoenix tail feathers, and unicorn horn. It was twelve and a quarter inches long."

Dumbledore said softly, and then took out a golden-red flintlock gun from his arms. Even in its original form, Dumbledore's first wand had an extraordinary appearance. After staying, the simple-looking flintlock gun turned into a strange-shaped revolver that Harry had never seen before.

Its barrel presents a sharp shape like a bayonet. The flowing flame pattern dyes the blade with a fiery color like lava. Two streams of light, one gold and one red, are wrapped around the gun body, although they are not as colorful as the seven streams of light wrapped around the Elder Wand. , but it’s also surprising.

"When I was young, I hunted two demon kings in the abyss battlefield. Fortunately, I succeeded in using the king's magic core to strengthen it twice in a row, so it changed slightly. ."

When he held the handle of this special-shaped revolver, the brilliance in Dumbledore's eyes became different from before. The originally gentle old wizard in white robes had a trace of hot blood that should belong to a young man!

As the most outstanding graduate in the history of Gryffindor Champions Academy, Dumbledore's gentle and kind appearance should not be what Dumbledore really looked like.

When Dumbledore held the weapon, Fawkes, who was standing on the perch, gently flapped his wings and landed on Dumbledore's shoulders. The golden-red flames on Fawkes flowed downwards, igniting Dumbledore's pure body. White robe.

A flaming robe that was so flamboyant that it was difficult to take his eyes away was draped on his body. At the moment when the flames rose, the red alchemy full-body armor showed its corners from the ignited robe, and Fox, who completely turned into flames, let out a With a cry of joy, a young man in his early twenties stepped out from the whirlpool of fire.

The second-stage Animagus can record the physical state of the wizard when he completes this magic. Similar to Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore completed this magic in the years after graduation and spent time in the abyss battlefield.

The shadow of a phoenix is ​​hidden in the long golden-red hair that flutters like a flame. The slowly spreading wings are woven by fire. The red steel light is coated with a bright gold, and it is wrapped in elegant but yet sharp alchemical armor. All the body below the head.

Like the blazing sun, Dumbledore, who had faded away from his old age, bloomed with a fierce light that could drive away all the filth and darkness.

"It's been a long time since I stretched my body."

He raised his right hand, and the golden gauntlet was clenched into a fist. After opening his palm, a golden-red phoenix flame burned gently in his palm.

"You are not the first person to want to master the magical creature form of an Animagus, and of course I am not the first."

"But the blood of the phoenix flows in my body, so compared to other wizards, my Animagus is slightly different."

"Just think of it as the second advanced stage, the third form of Animagus."

"It combines the wizard, the alchemy armor, the Animagus form, and the phoenix of the blood contract."

"Isn't it handsome?" Dumbledore suddenly spoke and smiled at Harry, "I have no nostalgia for the Elder Wand. Take it Harry, I don't need this dispensable thing. A little help.”

"I also hope you won't indulge in it. The Elder Wand does not belong to any wizard. It will never give you unwavering loyalty, and it will not accompany you throughout your life."

"But they can."

Dumbledore pointed to the ebony and white ivory on Harry's waist, "The best may not necessarily be the most suitable for you."

"I have to go see Gale. After so many years, this cowardly old man like me has finally learned to let go."

"It feels so good to be young!"

Dumbledore smiled heartily, and then turned into a ball of boiling flames, disappearing from the principal's office in an instant.

"Godfather." Harry pulled Snape's sleeve blankly, "Do you think that if Voldemort was not killed by Dumbledore's hand, can he brag about it for the rest of his life?"

"Who told you that Voldemort didn't master Animagus transformation?"

Snape glanced at Harry, but there was also a hint of horror in his eyes. This was the first time he had seen Dumbledore use this fiery form that was as radiant as the sun.

"What about you? Godfather, what is your Animagus?"

Harry spoke curiously, staring at Snape.

"You want to see?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Harry nodded repeatedly, extremely curious.

"Is such that."

Snape's robes flew up, without Dumbledore's fancy flame effects. It was as if he just turned around slightly, the original salute disappeared, and a black armor covered his whole body.

"This is not Gotham! Mr. Wayne, are you on the wrong set?!!!"

Harry's jaw almost dropped as he looked at Snape's extremely restored Batman COS, unable to calm his heart.

"What weird things are you saying?" Snape asked in confusion, "What Gotham, what Wayne, what is that?"

"Godfather, do you want another nickname like the Dark Knight?"

"I think you should drink some magic potion." Snape, who felt that Harry's brain was a little abnormal, said worriedly, and then ignored Harry's objections and struggles and poured him a bottle of refreshing magic potion. medicine.

"Ugh~~~"

Harry, who was lying on all fours, was retching, and the terrible smell that had spread throughout his body made it impossible for him to say a single word.

"It seems to be cured."

Snape nodded with satisfaction, then raised his robes, returned to his normal appearance, opened the door and left the principal's office.

"Go back and have a good rest. After a good sleep, all problems will be gone."

Harry could no longer respond to Snape's words. He tremblingly took out a bottle of Centaur Spice concentrate from his chest bag and resuscitated himself before dying from the poison.

"Hehehe"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, "There is definitely something wrong with this magical world, right?"