Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 127 Harry!We have dirt in our house!
The repetitive and boring training passed by in a flash. In this mere month or so, the people staying on Paradise Island have undergone great changes.

It's not just darkening, the scorching sun in summer is unbearable, and it's not just getting stronger, every clear muscle line has flowed bitter sweat.

The bitter potion no longer makes them frown, and the dizzy pain is gradually replaced by gritted teeth. The flowers in the greenhouse have withstood the devastation of the storm. Let them be like the cranes of the flock, dazzling and dazzling.

But the time to go home is coming soon, and in less than two weeks, they will usher in the beginning of the new semester at Hogwarts. They have not done a single word of the homework assigned by the professors, and they will be busy for the rest of the vacation. Moderately spent.

Except for Harry, he didn’t have homework during the holidays, and he got an O (excellent) evaluation for all seven compulsory courses in the first grade. He didn’t need to do homework during the holidays to prevent him from forgetting what he learned last year after returning to school. After all, it is also a [-]-point test, and the reason why some people take a [-]-point test is that there are only so many points on the paper.

After everyone else used the Portkey to go back, Harry got a canoe. The potion that was forcibly extended by the Sorcerer's Stone was about to expire. Harry, whose strength had been weakened by more than half, couldn't punch the rock. The body's recovery speed is also gradually becoming normal, but he also knows that the remaining strength that has not disappeared will not continue to decline.

In more than a month when everyone was getting stronger rapidly, Harry, who was also squeezing himself to the limit, never stopped. Relying on the super recovery effect brought by the potion, in the rest of this month, he completed the process from The magical fusion of the core muscles from the shoulders to the abdomen, if the current him and the him a year ago were facing each other, Harry could lift the former self with one hand, and then slap him to death.

The purpose of his rowing back is only because he wants to master the strength of his body in detail at this moment. Although he won't squeeze the stainless steel cup when drinking water, he can't guarantee that when he hugs Dudley, he will accidentally get excited. He strangled his dear cousin's ribs.

Although this is just a small injury that can be cured by a spell and a bottle of potion, it's better not to be huh, but Dudley is an honest and good boy, his dear big cousin.

Three days later, Harry, whose skin was darkened by another degree, dragged his canoe and landed on the beach. Without a map to guide him, the ghost knows where he landed now, and there are no traces of human activities within the range visible to the naked eye. , but this will not trouble the wizard.

Putting on clean clothes, Harry pulled out his white ivory and held it high. A few seconds later, a flash of red light suddenly came from a distance, followed by a sudden sound of brakes, and a double-decker bus with a red face lay on the beach There were two deep ruts on the car.

"Welcome to the Rider. Um. Hey dude, did you just get back from vacation in Africa?"

A tall and thin young man with pimples on his face asked in surprise after seeing Harry, "Or you contracted the sunbathing on this beach by yourself?"

"Maybe." Harry shrugged. "4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, by the way, can I get in line? I'm in a hurry."

"Of course!" The tall and thin young man nodded again and again. As an unscientific magic vehicle, the speed of the Knight Bus is also contrary to common sense. Compared with the normal bus driving along the road, it does not exist at all. With a fixed itinerary, whoever gets on the bus first and pays will be sent first, no matter how close the destination of the people behind is, before you are in the queue, even if you pass by the place you want to go, you will not stop.

"But in this case, the fare needs to be a little more. It costs fifteen Sikels to go to Privet Drive. You need to add half more. One Galleon is three Sickles and fifteen Nats. Do you need a glass of iced drink? I have coffee, black tea, and lemon here. juice and butterbeer."

"I'm today's conductor, Stan Sampak."

The extremely sharp-mouthed conductor not only speaks quickly and clearly, but also calculates very quickly. In his eyes, the extremely awkward exchange rate in the wizarding world does not seem to require mental calculation at all. To be honest, Harry still has a headache to pay. For money, the Laoshizi exchange rate is simply an anti-human design.

"You don't need to look for it, it's just a tip."

Harry popped out two golden Galleons, picked a brass post bed at random, and sat down.

When the excited Stan was about to ask Harry what kind of cool drink he wanted, Harry took out a bottle of vodka from his dragon leather backpack and drank it dry in two gulps, with a short belch smelling like alcohol. Stan sneezed hard.

"Oh, here's Merlin." He patted the back of the driver's chair in a low voice, "Ern, it seems like we pulled a humanoid fire dragon into the car today?"

"Really?" The driver named Ern leaned out and turned his head, and shrugged at Stan when he saw Harry insert a straw into the second bottle of vodka, "probably the black dragon of the Heshidiali Islands Okay, but remember to buy me a drink after work, our honorable Mr. Fire Dragon is going to Privet Drive, right, he will be there soon!"

"Sit tight!"

For the sake of Harry's generous tip, Ern gave a rare reminder, and then he released the brakes, stepped on the accelerator, and after the roar of the engine, it was fired instantly like a cannonball on the bus. 'Bumped' through the two-person-high rock ahead, and rushed to the road two miles away in extremely savage fashion.

In front of the unscientific but magical buses here, any obstacle that hinders their progress will obediently jump aside to make an unobstructed flat road. The reef just now is like that, and so is the single-family villa in front of them. so.

The knight bus, which can be called subspace driving, is said to be driving, it is better to say that it enters a short-distance jump state after a brief acceleration. The coordinate anchor points all over England allow this car to use apparition-like, Portkeys are used for short-distance space shuttle, so as to quickly shuttle across this country, which is why the Knight Bus can only travel within England, and the Ministry of Magic of England is not allowed to lay such coordinate points abroad.

The act of "giving way" to those house obstacles is actually a variant of the Untraceable Stretch Curse. When the Knight Bus is driving, it is shrouded in an independent space bubble, and there is no contact with the outside world at all. It is better to say that the space where the obstacle is located was temporarily squeezed by the knight bus to open a new path.

Substances collide when they come into contact, but space is a kind of 'fluid', they are like sea water everywhere, even if they are torn and pierced, they will heal the wounds in the end, the wizard's apparition has never been The teleportation that tears apart the space, but follows the ubiquitous dark tide under the sea from one point to another at a speed that is so weird that it looks like teleportation, and the magic power is the "Golden Galleon" that pays the "ride" fee .

However, in just a few minutes, Harry, who had crossed an unknown number of kilometers, came from the deserted beach to the Privet Drive where the houses criss-crossed.

"I am back!"

After opening the door with the key, Harry yelled into the room, and then, there was a mess of heavy footsteps.

"Harry! Harry!"

Dudley's panicked shouts sounded from the corner of the second-floor staircase.

"Oh no!"

"We have dirt in our house!"

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This chapter is written while fishing, not deliberately fishing, but feeling dizzy and unable to concentrate. Ah, so annoying.

The script for the second grade is almost done. I am going to make something good to go in, but I am hesitant to release it too early. For details, please refer to the setting of the space in the section about the knight bus. The specific content will not be spoiled. Now, everyone can make up their minds, it should be very interesting.

If I don’t put it in the second grade, I will put the Deathly Hallows in, there will be no resurrection stone, but the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak will appear, and the setting of the Deathly Hallows has been spoiled in my group, Reaper It exists, and it comes from the abyss. The original version of the Deathly Hallows is too good, and the next version must be updated. Please look forward to it.

(End of this chapter)