Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Senior Seti, how many years does he have to live?"

Harry was not surprised that he had been here and had communicated with Daenerys. He was surprised by the news that Daenerys said. Even for ordinary wizards, it is very common to live for more than a hundred years. Ti was only four years older than Dumbledore, how could he not have a few more years to live?

Is it possible that those who have awakened are all short-lived ghosts? If that was the case, Harry shook his head vigorously, not wanting to think deeply about this issue.

"It doesn't matter. Fleur can come and live with me after you die, and I will take good care of her." Daenerys did not answer Harry's question directly, but instead spoke teasingly.

"Oh, then it seems I'm fine. Senior Seti probably had an accident, right?" Harry, who was not fooled at all, nodded assuredly, although he still couldn't be sure about the ever-changing Danielle. Silk, but we can still find clues to some of her little habits, "Furong won't bother you to take care of her, I will treat her well."

"Are children today so hard to deceive?" Daenerys tilted her head and said with some surprise, "There is indeed something wrong with that guy. He wants to create a world that belongs to him crazily. To become a god-like creator, but in this world even gods are fabricated nothingness, how can such a thing be possible?"

"To create a new life from scratch, I can't find a better word to describe him except madman. In short, you will know it when you see him."

The impression Sett left on Daenerys seemed not to be very good. Daenerys, who didn't want to say more about Sett, waved her hands sleepily, and then returned to her huge dragon shape, lying down lazily. Basking in the hot afternoon sun on the gem platform.

"If you have nothing to do, just go and play." Daenerys swung her tail, and the little fool who was not far away and was still muttering about 'why one plus one equals two' came slowly over.

"Let's go, Han Balong."

The somewhat dull little Sun Dragon reluctantly carried Harry and Fleur into the sky. Compared with riding the Rocket Turtle's turtle car to visit Chichatra, riding the Sun Dragon was obviously more exciting.

However, they did not stay here for a long time. The main reason was that Fu Rong was a little worried that the strange dragon sister would suddenly show up and force her to stay here as the village's wife or something. Although the Sun Mountain full of sparkling magic gems was very beautiful, the human dragon Different ways, this is undesirable.

"We don't seem to know where the World Championship will be held yet, right?"

After returning to the official camp of the United Wizarding Kingdom of Amon-Ra, Harry suddenly realized this and showed an awkward smile. He had not paid much attention to the game before, and Professor Flitwick asked him to return to Huo before the game. Gwartz, who set out with him, Harry, who didn't ask about it at all, missed the most crucial step.

"Harry, are you sure you are serious about participating in the duel?"

"Well," Harry scratched his head and replied innocently, "No, I just planned to go out to play. Didn't you also see that I can't just catch it casually."

"Okay, okay, I know you are great." Fleur rolled her eyes at Harry, and then took out a small mirror that looked like a makeup touch-up mirror from her chest, "It's a double-sided mirror. Madam Maxime is a little worried about me." Someone came out, so she gave me this so that I can find her easily if I need anything."

Compared with the Magic Network video communicator that I had seen with Grindelwald before, Fleur's double-sided mirror is the most suitable magic prop for long-distance communication in the wizarding world. It is much more convenient than the owl writing letters, but it is also much more expensive. This kind of magic prop was born hundreds of years ago. The materials required for its production are quite expensive. Only some very wealthy wizard families will buy it. Of course, Mrs. Maxim has become one of the richest among the three European schools. As the principal of a magic school, she naturally has the financial resources to buy such luxuries. The Magic Network is not available all over the world, but the double-sided mirror does not require the help of the Magic Network.

The only drawback is that you can only see the other party's picture, and the double-sided mirror cannot transmit sound.

After contacting Mrs. Maxim, Fleur skillfully used her magic wand to conjure up lines of text. The video was turned on but the audio was muted and no words were spoken, and the way of chatting using text seemed weird.

However, after a short while, Fleur waved goodbye to Madam Maxim, "I have already asked clearly. Madam said that the finals of the duel competition will be held in Nantianmen Square this year."

"What are you talking about? There's also a square in Nantianmen?"

When he heard Fleur say the words 'Nantianmen Square' in a strange tone, the greeting on Harry's face made a "ding-ding-ding" sound as if he wanted no money.

"Isn't there a square in Nantianmen?" Fleur asked curiously, with a puzzled look on her face. "This is the first time I've heard of this place, but Madam said that if you want to enter China to go to China, you need to go back to the Ministry of Magic to submit an entry permit. Go to the European Wizards Federation’s Diplomatic Office for an interview.”

"If we go quickly, these procedures can be completed within a day. Let's go back first."

After getting the special cosmetics provided by Madame Flamel, Fleur's most worried problem of not passing the interview was solved. Otherwise, she would have to cover her whole body and only expose her eyes. It would be difficult for her to pass the interview. To put it bluntly, she would not be able to pass the interview. Now, her uncontrollable charisma is a high-risk bomb wherever she is placed. Once she appears in public, those who accidentally see her will have to undergo a deep memory cleansing, which is not good for anyone. A good thing.

After learning that this power could begin to be controlled when she reached adulthood, Fleur had never been so eager to grow up quickly.

After spending some time, Harry sent Fleur back to Paris first, and then rushed towards London without stopping. At this time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon in England, and the off-duty time of the Ministry of Magic was six o'clock in the afternoon. You can't expect them to take the initiative. Regarding the idea of ​​working overtime, unless there are so many things in the department that necessitate working overtime, staff at the Ministry of Magic would rather go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink than earn such a pitiful overtime pay. Fudge, who likes to care about everything, is stingy.

Although Harry didn't know the exact address of the Ministry of Magic, there was the almighty Leaky Cauldron in the wizarding world. The owner of the bar, Tom, who was like a shriveled walnut, was definitely one of the most well-informed people in the wizarding world. One year, Harry said Voldemort's name here, but when they met for the second time, Old Tom was still very enthusiastic about Harry.

But the more reason may be that Harry conveniently placed a large order and cleared out all the dragon's blood whiskey and Ogden fire whiskey that were aged for more than thirty years in his cellar.

After taking the address note from Old Tom, Harry finished a whole bottle of wine burning with magical flames in one gulp. After throwing down a bag of gold galleons that didn't require change, Harry flicked his fingers. As soon as the sound rang out, Harry disappeared without a trace in the Leaky Cauldron and came to a dilapidated alley with no human habitation at all.

There are several similarly dilapidated buildings nearby. The old city of London is in disrepair. The messy garbage is scattered all over the floor, and no one is cleaning it. There are a few stalls that are about to dry up and solidify in front of a bar that seems to be still open. There was vomit, and a wall whose original color had long been lost was covered with messy graffiti. A shabby red phone booth stood abruptly in the middle of the alley against the wall.

Fortunately, there are no homeless Muggles in this phone booth, and there are no dried water stains under the glass screen outside that exude a stinking odor after being wetted by urine, because the enchanted phone booth has no Muggles. Even if Gua sees it, he will subconsciously choose to ignore it.

Harry opened the glass door, took off the receiver, and entered 62442 on the dial pad. This string of numbers could spell out the word MAGIC on the dial pad. A cold woman's voice sounded, but it did not come from the receiver. ,she says:

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

"Harry Potter, come and submit your entry application to China."

"Thank you." The cold female voice replied, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

With a jingling bell and a clatter, a square silver badge slid out from the metal chute where coins were originally returned. It read: Harry Potter, Entry and Exit Processing.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you are required to be checked and register your wand at the security desk, which is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and they slowly sank into the ground. Harry watched the sidewalk outside the phone booth rising higher and higher. This feeling of being swallowed by the dirty ground did not make people feel happy. This magic The elevator is obviously an old antique. It makes a monotonous and harsh noise all the way. It is difficult not to doubt the safety of this thing. If it gets stuck halfway and cannot go up or down, who knows how long it will take to wait. Someone comes to check it out.

After about a minute, the slow old elevator slowly braked, and a thin golden light continued to extend from the gap at the bottom of the elevator. The splendid golden hall of the Ministry of Magic was different from the shabby guest entrance. Luxurious, although the door is shabby, the front hall that can serve as the facade is very beautiful and brilliant.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." The cold woman seemed to be saying something ironic, because her voice had a cold tone that made me very unhappy today.

The dark wooden floor is shiny, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols. They are constantly changing, like flowing bulletin boards, and on the wooden walls on both sides, inlaid with There are dozens or hundreds of gilded fireplaces. It is almost time to get off work. People who come here to do business are in a hurry, fearing that they will have to wait until work the next day.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. The most dazzling golden light in the hall comes from the pure gold statue on the fountain that is much larger than life. This work is purely from the wizard's obscenity. It consists of a wizard holding a pistol high and surrounding him. Next to him, the beautiful witches, centaurs, goblins and house elves looked at him with infinite admiration. The witches and house elves might show such looks, but the goblins and centaurs... come on, the goblins and wizards both There have been more than one war, and they may not look like this when looking at gold, let alone looking at a wizard? The centaurs don't even admit that they are the same kind of 'people' as the wizards. The centaurs are centaurs and they don't need to be related to the wizards.

Harry quickly walked to the end of the main hall. There was a table with a 'Security Check' sign on the left side. An unshaven wizard wearing a peacock blue uniform and robes sat bored on a chair and stared at the Daily Prophet in a daze.

"Tuk-tuk~" Harry knocked on the table. In fact, as he approached, the huge shadow had already woken the wizard up from his daze.

He didn't move his shoulders, and raised his neck in a posture that was very laborious to look at, but he failed to look at Harry's face. When they sat down, the height difference between the two was too big.

"There are still people walking through the guest aisle these days?" He muttered, then stood up from the chair, "Come over here."

The security wizard took out a long golden rod, which was a bit like a car's antenna. It was thin and very flexible. This thing was an instrument specially designed to detect dangerous magic props. In order to prevent some people from holding a bunch of explosive magic items out of hand. Explosives such as drugs were used to stage a terrorist attack at the Ministry of Magic, but which terrorist would come from the guest entrance? And he came obediently to check his health?

There are obviously a hundred ways to sneak in, but the guy who insists on choosing this method probably doesn't need to be careful, because he is already stupid and will not live to grow up.

But the moment the golden rod came close to Harry's chest, the originally drooping golden rod suddenly collapsed, and then exploded into golden powder that enveloped Harry's body, and the piercing alarm sounded. At this moment, the sound was loud, but the wizards who had never heard even one alarm just showed puzzled expressions, including the one responsible for Harry's security check. He seemed to have never read his career manual seriously since he took up the job. Because who Everyone knows that this position is a retirement home.

"What kind of rule have I broken?"

Harry lowered his head and looked at the golden rope that tied him tightly and asked curiously, "Guests still have to be tied in?"

"This..." The security wizard who was scratching his head at the side couldn't figure out what was going on. He asked Harry tentatively: "You have explosives tied to your body?"

"Ouch!"

When he thought about it later, he quickly took out his pistol from his arms and squeezed the trigger for a long time, but he couldn't even use a complete iron armor spell.

"Don't tell me, you forgot?"

Harry said with some uncertainty, "The spell is for armor protection. Don't pull the trigger to death."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

After Harry's reminder, he finally remembered how to use the Iron Armor Charm he had learned in school, and then a vague and distorted ripple with no outline appeared in front of him. For a fourth grader, For a young wizard, this iron armor spell was pretty good, but the man in front of him was already in his thirties.

"By the way, can you help me untie this rope? I don't have any explosives tied to me."

"But I don't know how to get it open. Why don't I wait and I go find uh... Should I ask the Auror to check?"

"Forget it." Harry's mouth twitched slightly, "I'd better do it myself."

The golden rope tightly tied to his body seemed to have the effect of interfering with magic power. However, such a small interference had no effect on Harry. He jerked away, and the seemingly very strong golden rope was directly savaged by Harry. The force broke, and the iron-clad curse shield that slightly distorted the air was rubbed against the side when Harry raised his hand, and was directly smashed to pieces.

At the moment when golden powder splashed all over the sky, seventeen or eighteen figures suddenly apparated and surrounded Harry. They were dressed in uniform black uniforms and raised different styles of wands in their hands.

Red magic light bullets flew out and flew towards Harry at the center of their encirclement.