Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

As a contestant from Hogwarts, especially the seeded contestant occupying the lucky number 7, Harry received a lot of attention.

But not everyone is willing to meet this student from a famous magic academy. Compared with those regional small and medium-sized magic schools and magic education institutions, Hogwarts, one of the three major schools in the European magic world, has come from there. Students have better teachers and resources.

Many wizards who have not received admission notices from Hogwarts are sarcastically sarcastic behind their backs. They think that people from such famous families as Hogwarts are fat pigs soaked in honey pots, while they are the ones showing their fangs. Wolves, after all, in many places outside of Hogwarts, they are able to show their fangs for a little resource tilt, and they are more ruthless than students with a privileged background.

For example, the first opponent Harry encountered in this competition was a twenty-year-old wizard who graduated from Arkham Magic Vocational and Technical School.

As soon as he came on stage, this guy stared at Harry with a strange look of 'hostility'.

"You want to say, 'I already have so many resources, why do I have to come here to grab your cake?'"

Superman's five senses allowed Harry to hear many sour whispers after arriving at the competition venue. In the wizarding world where even Hogwarts graduates have difficulty finding jobs, those who graduated from Naturally, the wizards of the Pheasant School suffered even more severe social lashings.

The duel competition has become an opportunity for many wizards who think that the three prestigious schools do not understand people well and their talents have been buried. How can these guys who already occupy great resources come to grab this opportunity that should belong to them.

The wizard frowned slightly after being guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't show much expression. He had graduated from school for several years and had already learned the skills that adults should master: "Not much before we start." Come on, keep the sarcasm after the victory. This way, even if you fall over in the end, you can still get through everything with a pretentious expression of "Skills are inferior to others" and leave the last trace of face for yourself.

When you don't know how much the opponent weighs, you will taunt him. If you are unlucky enough to kick the iron plate, your end will not be easy, especially when you meet some narrow-minded people. The wizarding world has a weird temper. There are countless freaks.

"I'm ready." The wizard nodded to the referee and dropped his hands on his waist.

"He's a smart man." Harry grinned. It wouldn't be interesting if the first opponent was just as rubbish as the muttering and sour losers in the audience. "I'm ready too." Harry Nod to the referee.

The two of them walked to the middle of the twenty-meter standard duel field, less than two meters apart.

"No. 007, No. 0597, both sides are ready for the duel." The referee in black uniform said expressionlessly, "Please both sides perform the duel ceremony."

Harry pulled out the ebony and white ivory, crossed his guns on his chest, and nodded slightly. Showing his wand was a must in a duel, and two steps away, the wizard numbered 0597 He held a dagger that seemed to have nothing to do with firearms.

"Hogwarts, Harry Potter."

"Arkham, Arthur Phoenix."

Suddenly, the wizard opposite Harry showed an exaggerated smile, and the hostility flickering in his eyes turned into excitement at this moment.

"You will be a great dessert." Arthur said softly, and then at the referee's signal, the two of them faced each other at the same time and took ten steps forward.

"The duel begins!"

The referee in black held his wand and announced the official start of the game.

The shimmering blade curtain spread out the moment the referee finished speaking. Dozens of gleaming daggers appeared above Arthur's head the moment he turned around. A slightly pale finger pointed at In the direction where Harry was, sharp blades were flying all over the sky, making tiny whistles.

Swarms of flying birds and thousands of bullets were fired, but the flying birds with spread wings turned into daggers with cold light. The barrage of volleys locked every fatal part of Harry's body at this moment.

The nose that wanted to smell the splatter of blood was twitching slightly, and the exaggerated smile was now coated with a hint of evil ferocity and enjoyment.

But the smile froze on his face. The rapidly flying dagger was much faster than the flying speed of ordinary magic spells. However, the projectile, which was only two hundred meters per second, looked a little slow and sluggish in Harry's eyes. He He is no longer an immature boy who can only see the direction of rotation of a tennis ball flying at 200 kilometers per hour.

He also showed a smile, but it was not an excited smile, but a happy smile after seeing the interesting toys.

There were fifty daggers flying over, but forty-nine of them were transformed by magic, and the inconspicuous one hidden in the barrage of daggers was the one Arthur had just shown to Harry. , the wand he should have been holding.

No sparks erupted from the muzzle of White Ivory's gun, but its trigger was firmly pulled. Invisible magic spells flew intensively, and the barrage of daggers solidified in mid-air.

There are many obstacles.

Harry's precise point kill was like playing a pleasant game to test his marksmanship.

The smile on Arthur's face froze. The dagger barrage was a sudden killing move, but the most important thing was his wand mixed in. A normal wizard's wand could not continue to cast spells after leaving his hand, but his dagger-like However, the magic wand can shoot a fatal spell that determines victory or defeat at an unexpected time after leaving the hand.

But his blade game came to an end the moment it began.

He saw that nasty man showing a nasty smile, then raised his hand wickedly, and flicked his fingers wickedly. Another flick.

The magically transformed dagger exploded and disappeared the moment it was flicked by his finger, and the sharp sound of the metal wailing was extremely harsh.

The guy recognized the real wand he had hidden inside it, and left it at the back in a spiteful manner.

"Give you another chance and let me see something interesting."

Harry pinched the handle of the dagger wand. This was not a simple dagger, but an agent dagger gun with a barrel hidden inside.

With a muffled sound of "click", the dagger gun returned as a streak of silver light and was nailed to the carpet of the duel stage, close to Arthur's toes with perfect accuracy.

"It seems that you are not a dessert, but a feast."

Arthur bent down and pulled out his dagger gun, and then bowed gracefully. When he raised his head, the excitement in his eyes almost ignited like fire, and an uncontrollable laughter came from his throat. of extrusion.

He covered his mouth, as if he didn't want to lose his composure in front of Harry, but he couldn't suppress the excitement that made him tremble at all.

"As you wish, sir."

Arthur straightened his back, "I will satisfy you."

There was an explosion of "bang", and a latte art salute suddenly exploded into colorful ribbons all over the sky. In this festive rain of colorful ribbons, Arthur's figure disappeared without a trace, and his scalp-numbing cheerful laughter was revealed. With a sense of hysterical excitement and madness, the seemingly ubiquitous voice echoed on the empty duel stage.

"The gift is unboxed."

"Bang~"

A gift box with a ribbon and bow suddenly appeared on the red duel carpet. With a popping sound, a frightened clown with red and white paint on his face and an afro suddenly opened his arms and embraced it. Harry.

A magic shock that can make people imprisoned and shocked spread out the moment the Horrible Clown appeared, and the flames ignited the red afro on its head. If there was no magic barrier on the duel stage to block it, the roaring explosion impact would be enough to scare the audience. The people were thrown dozens of meters away and turned into a puddle of minced meat on the wall.

An exquisite combination of Transfiguration + Stunning Spell + Explosive Spell. The moment he used a latte art salute to cover up his apparation, this wonderful spell set gave Harry a huge surprise.

"The carpet hasn't been washed in years, but you don't mind it being dirty."

Harry's voice was inaudible over the roar of the explosion.

But a scream penetrated the roar of the explosion, and a figure flying out from the floor that was crushed by a foot, covering his buttocks and screaming. The exquisite human body deformation was amazing. Arthur did not teleport to the duel stage. In the sky above, the dueling platform, which is only five meters wide, has no place to hide. The sky is a good place to stay out of sight. The dueling field is a 5X20X20 rectangular space. The wizard's battles are limited to this small stage. superior.

But the disappearing spell that did the opposite did not achieve any merit. Harry could directly see the magic eyes, which was a bit too much cheating.

So he closed his eyes and enjoyed this unexpected happiness more.

Arthur, who turned pale with anger, had an angry blush on his cheeks. Even without the clown's red and white paint, his appearance at the moment was almost the same. Being kicked on the butt could be because of his skills. I'm not smart, but the act of closing my eyes is really too contemptuous.

But this anger only lasted for a moment, and a smile once again appeared on Arthur's face. He understood that this was not humiliation or disdain, but because he was too bad and the other party chose to let loose.

"If you don't open your eyes, how can I see a performance that satisfies you, sir?"

"Then just keep working hard."

Harry inserted the ebony and white ivory into the holster on his waist and pulled out the silencer from the gun.

You can't just let the guy on the opposite side have fun. The magical path you just found also needs a lot of polishing and correction in battle.

The smile on Arthur's face, who didn't know what was going on, froze once again. This guy in front of him was really annoying!

"As you wish, sir."

He reached out and pressed his forehead, pressing his face firmly and sliding it down.

"I hope I can make you, genuinely, laugh out loud."

"To re-introduce myself, Arthur, I am a clown. Please forgive me for my jokes being too cold to make everyone laugh."

Green-dyed hair, pale oil paint, blue prismatic eye shadow painted under the funny red eyebrows, blood-stained smiling lips under the bright red nose tip, and the smile that reaches to the ears cannot give people any sense of humor. imagination.

It was probably a human body transformation, maybe some other strange magic. The clown put on a red suit, an orange tie, and a pale green shirt, full of brilliant colors.

The dagger gun spinning on his fingertips disappeared, and his right arm sank, and a candy sprayer coated with colorful paint rotated its barrel.

"I wonder what kind of performance you like?"

"Perhaps this will be something you like."

The dueling platform beneath his feet undulated like waves.

"Look at your back!"

There was a hint of crazy laughter mixed with a shout in the excitement, and the duel stage was completely transformed by the transformation spell into a weird stage that was constantly twisting and changing. Excellent transformation spell users would lay out a scene that could change at any time according to their own wishes. site.

A sledgehammer that looked like an inflatable toy suddenly appeared from Harry's back. The seemingly innocuous hammer caused a whistling sound, and a solid tower shield appeared on Harry's left arm. With his eyes closed, Harry casually clapped his hands back, and the roar of the clash of steel filled the stage like a long bell.

"I'm here."

An arm suddenly appeared from the air, and the slashing blade was aimed at Harry's neck, but the invisible blade had already extended from his right hand and was placed in front of the arm.

An extremely smooth incision appeared on his wrist, and the sharp blade that flew out from his palm turned into a cut carpet. When Harry raised his feet, the tangled ribbon trapped his ankle, and a huge tearing force was transmitted. Come, the flowing floor turned into a swamp with rippling water, and a pale white face with a scarlet smile was reflected on the water of the swamp.

But he couldn't wait for the figure to fall to the ground. The ribbon binding the ankle and pulling it downward was broken, and the shattered red carpet could not withstand the brute force.

"You should have used steel cables."

The right arm holding the invisible sharp blade was cut off, and it swept around. The floor that showed the cut marks disappeared from the swamp mud. It had just transformed and appeared, and the clown puppet that flew towards him was cut in half.

Living body transformation, a highly difficult form of transformation, is one of Professor McGonagall's specializations. The puppets given a false life are as flexible as humans, and can even be given false 'wisdom' to obey. The caster's command chooses the course of action.

In the battle with wizards, this kind of transformation puppet that can move on its own and move very well can cause a lot of trouble to the enemy wizards.

The most uncomfortable thing for a wizard is to have his spellcasting interrupted or interfered with, and the living and deformed puppet is very good at close quarters entanglement.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong target.

After exploding the scare box, a clown doll holding a bomb and trying to die with Harry popped out. Compared to the extremely sophisticated transfiguration, Arthur's spell pool seemed a little shallower. He was a wizard who specialized in transfiguration. Offensive spells weren't his thing.

The unexploded bombs were either cut into pieces by sharp blades or directly destroyed by the tower shield. There was a short distance of thirty meters between the two of them, and the man facing the front with the tower shield as a cover made people feel numb. The transformation trap was crushed away.

Whether it was the thorns and spikes under his feet, traps or pits, or the endlessly changing sharp blades and axes, they were all crushed and pushed flat.

The cruelest thing in the world is to meet an opponent who can defeat you in what you are best at. If Harry is a traditional wizard who can only do magic, and he is trapped in the field of transfiguration, he will be a little confused, then that's okay Attacks coming from any direction are definitely not something ordinary people can withstand.

Someone sniffed aggrievedly. The big boy who had witnessed his toys being violently destroyed could not laugh at this moment, but on the eve of the cry, he was about to cry.

Harry, who had already walked in front of him, opened his eyes, looked at the spent paint and raised his right hand.

"Snapped--"

"If a grown man loses, he loses and keeps crying!"

The heart-wrenching blow made Arthur roll his eyes and lay on the floor in a daze.

"The game is over." The expressionless referee confirmed one party's coma, "Victor, number 007."

Specialized medical staff quickly came forward and took away the unlucky child with a swollen cheek.