Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Come, touch here~"

Fleur stood up on her tiptoes and leaned half of her body across the kitchen table in front of Harry.

"Touch. Where?"

Harry, who was stunned by the direct ball, was just a little bit unable to control it. Who could bear to test a veteran cadre with something like this?

"Of course." After seeing Harry's gaze, Fleur looked down thoughtfully, "Not now."

"That night?" Harry was so excited that his breathing was a little heavier, his eyes widening.

"I'll go home tonight."

"You have no one at home."

"No one will let you live."

"why is it like this"

Although he felt a little disappointed in his heart, taking advantage of the few seconds of this gag, Harry finally discovered the little difference between Fleur and before.

"Are you wearing makeup?"

She stretched out her fingers and touched the face with almost no traces of makeup, and there was a layer of fine powder on her fingertips. Others put on makeup to cover blemishes, but Furong's makeup was almost the opposite. .

"It's such a thick powder. Did you and Madam learn to scrape the wall?" Harry teased and said with a smile, "But this skill is worthy of praise. If it weren't for my good eyesight, I almost didn't notice it."

"You've just learned how to scrape the wall!" Fleur pursed her lips and glared at Harry, but her serious expression didn't break for a few seconds. She also laughed, "It's really thick. It feels more stuffy than wearing a mask. But it’s very effective, right! At least now the people looking at me don’t need to use powerful forgetting spells to brainwash me.”

"That hair?" Harry discovered the second bright spot. Although it was still the same long silver-white hair that had not changed much, there was no magic escaping from the hair.

"It's also fake. This hat looks good. I've been choosing it for a long time."

"What about the hand?"

"I'm wearing ultra-thin gloves, can't I see it at all?"

"Don't tell me that the abyss I'm staring into is actually..."

"Yes, special effects have been added."

"I don't believe it unless I check it."

"Don't even think about going to bed tonight!"

"Then let's lay the floor together?"

Nicolleme, who had just walked to the guest dining room, didn't even take a bite of the rice. Instead, he was fed a mouthful of the newly-produced dog food by surprise. The old man who had never suffered such injustice just kicked him without saying a word. Li held his butt and jumped two feet into the sky, then fell flat on his face with a sound of "Ouch~".

"You have to look like you are eating when you eat." Nicoléme straightened his collar seriously, looking like an old-school scholar.

"Have you ever heard of beauty and delicious food?"

"Then don't eat the food for a while."

"My girlfriend worked so hard to make dinner for me. Why shouldn't I eat it? I'll wait for you later! I'm sure you won't be able to grab the food."

"That's what my wife did! How can you, you bastard, brat, have the face to rub off on you?"

"Sister! The old man won't give me food to eat!"

Harry, who smiled with white teeth, didn't argue with Nicolas Flamel at all. Why did he hold back when he could call for outside help to come and kill this bad old man?

"Nico."

As soon as Madame Flamel opened her mouth, Nicolas Flamel, who had been bickering with Harry with a stinking face just a second ago, immediately put on a flattering smile and walked forward quickly.

"Go, go, don't get in the way here. Harry is such a good boy. How old are you that you don't know how to let him go?"

Nicoléme, who was driven aside by the lady with a long-handled ladle, was not annoyed. He just smiled happily and said, "This bastard has a bad temper. If you don't change it, he will suffer a loss in the future."

"You can't even use your hands or feet. Didn't you see how high he was kicked by you just now? You didn't hit him lightly or hard."

"Harry." Madam Flamel turned around and called, "In a moment you can go to Nico's collection room and pick out something you like to take away. You and Fleur can each choose one."

"My dear sister, you are wise and mighty."

Harry raised his hands in the air and expressed his loyalty, "For the best sister in the world, I will spin one for you."

He casually pulled out a bottle of unknown wine from the wine cabinet nearby. Harry bit open the lid and drank the whole bottle in one big gulp. Nicolas Flamel, who was already trembling slightly with distress, tightened his grip after seeing this scene. He took off the clothes on his chest and tremblingly uttered a few words: "I have treasured it for six hundred years."

"Can you drink all the wine in the cellar in your lifetime? You look stingy." Mrs. Flamel, who was making trouble at the side, didn't feel distressed at all. For her, money, or the things that can be bought with money, are at home. She would drink a little wine before and after meals, and the wine stored in the cellar would be enough for her to drink for another five hundred years without replacement.

"But this is different. Young people can't drink this stuff."

The expression on Nicoléme's face was distressed, but also a bit funny as he was ready to watch a good show, "This thing is medicinal wine, brewed with one thousand and eighty kinds of good whips. Back then, I went to Longhu Mountain for technical exchanges. , it was given to me by a Taoist priest. Children cannot drink it, especially those with strong firepower."

"It's okay. I just want to go swimming in the North Pole tonight, but I'm worried that I don't have a good drink to warm up."

Harry, who felt his body was already a little hot, spoke forcefully, this damn thing was really powerful.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Although she didn't quite understand what Nicoléme was saying, Fleur always felt that Harry was a little weird now, especially his eyes that were starting to turn red and looked like he could eat people.

"No." Harry quickly turned his eyes away, and then moved a little away from Fleur. He kept reciting the Purifying Charm silently in his heart, biting the tip of his tongue to keep himself rational.

‘She’s still a child, and I’m a child too, not now! Absolutely not! It will be 404 directly! ’

Harry, who relied on great perseverance to grit his teeth and get through, took a deep breath.

"Liz(ice)"

Frost climbed onto his body, and the blood redness in Harry's eyes dissipated somewhat as his body temperature reached below zero.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"When will dinner be served? I'm almost starving."

The scattered cold air made Fleur couldn't help but tremble with her arms folded. Seeing this scene, Harry subconsciously said that the frost had calmed down a bit. A hexagonal snowflake fell on his palm, and the overflowing coldness was controlled. , if you didn't reach out to touch it, you would hardly notice the bone-chilling coldness.

"You lucky brat."

Nicolas Flamel grunted and glanced at the small snowflake in Harry's hand.

"It'll be ready soon." Madame Flamel said with a smile. She waved to Fleur, "Come on, dear, how about trying this soup? Is it to your liking?"

"Delicious!"

Fleur narrowed her eyes with happiness on her face. Although her words were short, they made Madame Flamel sweet to her heart.

Not long after, a full French meal was placed on the table. In order to satisfy Harry's big appetite, today's dishes were all specially increased Plus versions. Harry, who had been hungry all afternoon, opened his stomach and ate to his heart's content, especially the... The Gallic flame chicken stewed in red wine made Harry sweat profusely.

The heat that had subsided started to rise again. At the end of the dinner, Harry, who was in a hurry to say goodbye, didn't dare to stop even half a step. It wasn't until he ran to the front garden that he let out a strong breath of heat.

"I can do ten tonight!"

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I'm not in the mood. I wrote this 2,000-word chapter for 4 hours. I was deleting and writing at the same time. It's so painful.

I need to change my mind. I owe 2K today, plus the 3K I didn’t finish writing yesterday, I owe a total of 5K. Please forgive me. Please forgive me.