Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

A man in ragged clothes is running in the rainforest swamp that can swallow people silently. No one knows if there is a ferocious and terrifying pseudotooth crocodile hiding under these seemingly peaceful swamps. The super-strong bite and indestructible teeth of the rod-like bite are the great killers of this ferocious creature's hunting.

People should be thankful that this kind of magical creature rated as R6 by the Wizarding Kingdom of Amonra is a slacker. If there is no special reason, they will not move their bodies casually, but choose to be quiet in a small place Waiting for the prey to come.

The running man is named Yamamoto. As a white-robed wizard who studied in a magic institute, he has been in Chichadro for a week. He almost remembers the dangerous area near the camp, but now, he doesn't care about himself at all. Whether it has broken into the territory of a pseudotoothed crocodile.

In his heart, perhaps being cut in half by that terrifying crocodile monster, wailing and struggling on the ground for an hour before dying would be much happier than falling into the hands of that scary guy because he ran too slow.

The cruel, cruel, vicious, vicious, and evil dark wizard, dark lord, and dark lord who called himself Voldemort!

He escaped from Japan with him and went to Chichadura to hang out with eight other people, all of whom were white-robed wizards who had studied in a magic institute.

The reason why he fled Japan and came to remote Africa is very simple, because in his hometown, a compulsory national movement is being launched now. In order not to become a test site for hydrogen bomb detonation, each person has a glass of purified water, and this life is healthy and healthy. Slogans are being shouted in full swing.

As a white-robed wizard, Yamamoto has no so-called patriotism at all. As a wanted criminal, he is the main force in dealing with the purified water, at least those politicians who don’t want to drink. Water has to go into their stomachs.

Don't get me wrong, in Japan, white robe wizard is not a good name. In this country that likes to reverse black and white, white does not indicate purity.

Students in the magic institute will wear a special magic robe that changes color according to the learning content. If you can graduate successfully, the robe will turn golden, indicating that they have mastered all the knowledge. However, if the magic robe becomes White, which means they use illegal magic (dark magic), which will get them directly expelled from magic.

If it was placed before, students like Yamamoto who were expelled from school would not be locked up under normal circumstances, but who opened the gate of the prison now, and the arrival of the humanoid purifier is very welcome. This is just a trivial matter, and Yamamoto is about to be arrested Sent to wizard prison.

There are eight other people who are as unlucky as him, but those eight people are now

Recalling the horrible scene he had seen before, Yamamoto's exhausted legs couldn't stop getting weak. The guy named Voldemort cut off the guard in the camp, nicknamed "Finger" just because he didn't like someone. Jack's guy used magic to peel off the skin and bones in public, and even the muscles were removed bunch by bunch until the bones were boneless. Jack's heart was still beating with the severed finger, and he lived to enjoy it all.

This terrible behavior attracted the attack of Jack Brokenfinger's men. They are a powerful poaching group that has established a semi-permanent camp in Chichad Rale. There are more than a hundred outlaw wizards following his orders. His revenge brought disaster to the entire camp.

The raging green long snake was swimming in the camp. It was not a death-killing curse that could take life instantly, but a more vicious magic than the killing-killing curse. The wizard who was entangled by the green snake seemed to be drawn out of his vitality. The flesh and blood became dry, the hair became pale, and all the essence in the body was greedily sucked until it turned into a mass of dry bones, and died completely amidst the wailing sound.

Yamamoto was extremely thankful that he had those eight companions, if they hadn't attracted the attention of the long green snake, he would have absolutely no hope of escaping from the camp.

This is the border where Chichadro meets the outside world. The outermost border around Chichadro is about ten kilometers deep. The magic power here is violent and chaotic, although it does not have much impact on the rough-skinned and thick-skinned magical creatures. , but for wizards, this ten-kilometer area is a natural interference zone. Apparition, Portkey, Floo Powder, and even rockets and missiles will all be interfered to varying degrees here.

It is precisely because of the inconvenience of movement that a semi-permanent black market camp was successfully established here.

Losing the high mobility of going wherever he wanted, even if the inspector of the Wizarding Kingdom of Amon Ra discovered this place, it would be very easy to expose and difficult to gather a sufficient number of teams to destroy it.

Yamamoto didn't know how long he had been running, he only knew that the magic around him was gradually stabilizing, whether it was leaving Chichadro or going deep into Chichadro, it was a good thing for him.

As long as he came to an area with stable magic power, he could use magic to leave this damned place in an instant. He didn't know where he would wander next, but he swore that he never wanted to come to Africa in his life.

The rapid running has almost exhausted his physical strength, panting Yamamoto finally felt relieved when he felt that there was no one chasing after him, he took out a handful from his pocket and used it The original medicinal material used to prepare the potion is one of the main materials for making stamina recovery potions. It is slightly poisonous and may cause diarrhea if eaten directly, but it is not fatal.

The wizards of the Magic Institute attach great importance to the Potions course, and they can be seen in every Potions Championship. Although Yamamoto is a dropout, he still has a lot of knowledge about potions.

A numb and bitter taste was tormenting his tongue and mouth, but as the bitter juice that would be chewed was swallowed, his collapsed body once again gathered a little strength, and he slumped on the thick leaf bed Yamamoto on the old humus pile shook off the plump blood-sucking leeches that landed on his hands at some point, and his pale lips turned a little bloody.

"So you don't know the way."

A somewhat lazy voice suddenly appeared less than two meters behind him, and Yamamoto, who almost twisted his head off, saw the nightmare-like figure and stood there quietly.

The black robe was wrapped in black mist, and the bloody smell was so strong that it could not be dissipated. With the thin breeze, it slowly flowed outward, like lava flowing from a crater, but more like blood plasma that had begun to solidify slightly.

There are close to three hundred wizards in Jack Broken Finger's camp. As a medium-sized camp, there are not too many people there. , the devil who was haunted by wronged souls and blood seemed to be enjoying this bloody feast.

"Then you are useless."

The raised right hand didn't hold any magic wand, and a thin silk thread was wrapped around the slender and pale index finger. It was a lifelike little snake. At this moment, it spat out a snake letter and showed its sharp fangs.

"The bridge is so thick!"

Yamamoto let out a scream and waved his hands frantically. His lower body was stepping back, but his upper body seemed to want to bend down and kowtow to salute. His already disordered body movements made his current appearance very funny.

"Oh, it's still Japanese."

There was a different color in the dark devil's eyes, as if he was a little surprised.

"I am, I am, I am. My lord! My lord! Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm still useful, I'm still useful!"

Yamamoto, whose mind was spinning rapidly, spoke in stuttering English, racking his brains to squeeze out something that could buy his life, but even if his unprecedented desire and potential for survival burst out, he seemed unable to come up with anything .

He is a fugitive, a escaped prisoner, if it weren't for the large number of prisoners arrested and the shortage of Aurors, he would not have successfully escaped with eight other people, even if he stole the confiscated wand, but Jin It is impossible to carry all the silver and other things with them. If they could not use magic to steal something to eat on the road, they would not even be able to get here.

"That's right! I still have this!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Yamamoto quickly groped around. He took out a wallet similar to a wallet from his pocket. This was the only thing he took away besides the wand.

A magic photo was caught in his hand, and Yamamoto pointed to a woman in kimono in the portrait who opened her mouth hastily, with a flattering smile on her face.

"This is my oh Nathan, a super popular beauty girl from the academy who completed a hundred-person beheading at the age of fifteen! She is said to be a super beauty who comes out once in a thousand years! A gold medal actress signed by Tokyo Hot, as long as I write her a letter"

With an unknown fanaticism on his face, Yamamoto seemed to have substituted himself as a gold medal salesman, frantically promoting his own sister for the adults in front of him.

Some incomprehensible strange words and mysterious codes appear one after another.

The originally chilling atmosphere suddenly became weird, and even the executioner, the Black Devil, who was about to kill people at every turn, had a look of astonishment on his face at this moment.

"Finished?"

Seeing Yamamoto swallowing his saliva dryly, the Dark Lord, who hadn't spoken for a while, spoke softly.

"When you're done talking, let's hit the road."

The little green snake almost jumped out of the fingertips, and the creepy death froze a charming face.

"I allow you to struggle a little bit. I haven't seen a wizard made by magic yet. How do you fight?"

"Since you have the courage to venture into the terrible place of Chichadro, you shouldn't disappoint me too much, right?"

"Come--"

The slender and pale fingers hooked, and the magic wand that had been thrown aside flew back into Yamamoto's hand. It was a 94-style punching gun. Although it was covered with mud, it did not affect the casting of spells.

"Start your show, if you please me—"

The Dark Lord's voice paused, "I will let you die faster."

"You know, death is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is to ask for death and not get it."

The picture of Jack with his severed finger being ripped apart but still alive appeared in front of Shan Ben's eyes once again, and the crazy, crazy laughter seemed to echo in his ears, and the penetrating desire to gain pleasure by trampling on life laughter.

Yamamoto didn't want to die, but he didn't even want to ask for death.

Grabbing his familiar fisting gun, Yamamoto, whose heart was already filled with despair, pulled the trigger, but the gun was aimed at his own body. Compared to being tortured to death by this terrible demon, he might commit suicide It's a better end.

However, one finger extinguished his last hope. The finger blocked the muzzle of the gun held down the magic spell that shot out. The magic that directly hit the flesh did not even cause any obvious damage to the finger. The reddish mark was the magic spell. all damages caused.

"Is it the cutting curse?"

The Dark Lord withdrew his fingers and said in a slow voice.

"Did you know that after a person's head is beheaded, your mind can still stay for seventeen blinks. Death does not happen in an instant."

"If I want, I can put your head back on your body when you blink for the sixteenth time."

"Want to try it?"

The black devil bent down, and at this moment, Yamamoto really saw the appearance of the person in front of him. It was a handsome young man with soft black hair and bright black eyes. He was no older than twenty years old. , with a gentle smile on his face, there was no trace of arrogance or aggression, as if it was another person who said those horrible words just now, and the young man in front of him was only responsible for being handsome, elegant and polite.

Voldemort's appearance is very capable, and it was true when he was young. Twenty years old is his most radiant age. His greenness has faded, but he has never been stained with greasy.

"Maybe I should remind you that now is not the time to be in a daze."

"Cruciate."

Flying spells came out of his mouth, and tragic wailing rose at this moment. After turning into a caterpillar and wriggling on the ground for a few seconds, Yamamoto, who recovered from his sluggishness, grabbed his wand tremblingly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He screamed like mad, and then shot one spell after another.

The magic taught to students by the Magic Institute has a familiar feeling, just like the wizards who fought against each other in North America. Their spells are different from European wizards, but the difference is only subtle, which is due to regional factors. The resulting subtle differences, but in essence, the magic used by Yamamoto is the one used by European wizards.

"What about shikigami? What about witchcraft? What about ninjutsu?"

After slapping away one spell after another, the Dark Lord asked sharply.

"It's not these lame tricks I want to see, if that's all you can bring me then"

"The Magic Institute does not teach Shinto witchcraft, only the Jomon Shrine is allowed to teach these things."

When he saw the little green snake land on his shoulder, Yamamoto, whose body suddenly collapsed, explained hastily.

"We are not allowed to learn it. Only the young wizards selected by the Jomon Shrine can go to the shrine in the south of Ryukyu to learn Shinto witchcraft, and the rest of the wizards who are not selected can only learn in the magic institute."

Yamamoto swallowed his saliva with difficulty, "Japan's Shinto witchcraft was hundreds of years ago, and it is no longer in Japan. The son of God who is picked away every year is our compensation for atonement."

"That's right."

The Dark Lord suddenly realized that he nodded slightly. He had only heard some sporadic news, but he didn't expect such a complicated inside story.

"I blamed you."

Yamamoto's dark eyes suddenly lit up with a longing light, but what touched his eyes was not the eyes of kindness and forgiveness, but the green light emitted by the little green snake.

"Krii-Lun-Aus" (Kill-Drain-Pain)

The green snake with its fangs exposed opened its mouth, and the green snake, which instantly swelled to the thickness of an ordinary human's thigh, bit the screaming head. With the rapid extraction of life force, nothing could be squeezed out of the shriveled body. With a breath that disturbed the vocal cords, the dying body fell to the ground, and the little snake returned to the owner's side again, turning into a green bracelet and tied it around the wrist.

"It's not enough"

The Dark Lord looked down at the strap on his wrist, "If you want to block the Sun Dragon's laser cannon, such a little vitality is not enough."

"But soon. It should be all together."

Amidst the whispers, the originally handsome black-haired youth turned into a stronger and more handsome black-haired youth.

After changing the shape, the bloody grievances that were originally wrapped around the black robe suddenly dissipated.

Kill and set fire to Voldemort, save the suffering and save St. Potter.

Tom Riddle's bad deeds have half a dime to do with me, Harry Potter? Professor Flitwick can testify that I, Harry, came to Chichadro for an adventure, and I have a regular entry permit to the Wizarding Kingdom of Amon Ra, and I will not do any bad things.