Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 137: A big bully!

The whistling of the train whistled away the last setting sun, and the scarlet Hogwarts Express arrived at the Hogsmeade platform under the cover of night. Little wizards poured out, and Hagrid's penetrating power was extremely strong. The shouts echoed on the black platform.

The two little sisters obediently waved goodbye to Harry. Harry, who had already reached the second grade, no longer had to take a boat across the Black Lake. The neatly arranged horseless carriages were waiting for the students to come.

As an unlucky child who has seen death with his own eyes, Harry can naturally see the Thestrals pulling the cart. This group of obedient flying horses are extremely patient. Moving forward with the frame, it lands silently and effortlessly.

A little different from last year, Harry obviously felt that he was not so popular, but it is not surprising, after all, during this holiday, his dimension has increased too much, not everyone likes muscles Hunk, Harry himself didn't like it very much.

What he likes is the sense of strength that is not bloated, with both agility and strength, and at this moment, his arms are thicker than a person's calf, which is quite attractive to the gay guys in the gym.

If you want to be quick, you have to pay the price. Harry has always wanted to complete the magic body training faster, and this resulted in the strengthened muscle fibers becoming too thick, because the magic power only completed the rough penetration of the first step, not delicate. Fusion, he is now in a 'swollen' state.

"It's better to take it easy. Anyway, I don't need to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Take this time to accumulate strength. I don't want others to post notes behind my back. I can't get it off after a long time. Aren't you being played like a monkey?"

Squeezing his big arm, Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "Haste makes waste, why I haven't learned it in my two lifetimes combined."

After following the flow of people into the auditorium, taking advantage of his height, Harry turned his attention to the Slytherin table next door. Cassandra and Draco were sitting in the middle of the long table. Harry didn't tell him about Dobby. Dobby is a bit unkind to ask a chaotic and evil fun person to save someone, but with the idea that it might be fun to watch, Harry still intends to observe it.

There is a horcrux diary in Malfoy's house, Harry is clear about it, but he is not sure that it is 100% something that exists. After all, Voldemort in the AK world is much easier to use than Voldemort in the JK world. He treats him like a fool in JK, and Harry probably doesn't even know how he died.

Because of this, knowing that Hogwarts is likely to hide a Horcrux of Voldemort, he has not taken any action until now, let alone scaring the snake, if any protective measures are arranged there, he will rush to go there. It's the same as courting death.

Tom Riddle killed his father's family when he was 16 years old, and made a Horcrux with a resurrection stone ring, and that Horcrux almost killed Dumbledore, a legendary white wizard, almost died in In the hands of the 16-year-old Voldemort, Dumbledore would have belched a long time ago if it hadn't been for the 'medicine god' Snape.

This guy's talent in black magic is simply ridiculously strong, a talent recognized by Grindelwald, and Harry never dares to take it lightly. If he is strong enough, it doesn’t matter how many times he has been revived, he will be slaughtered once. The highest state of the art of war is to bully the weak. Instead of doing those calculations that are not known to be effective, making yourself stronger is the most useful way.

Cassandra and Draco were sitting face to face, opposite the slender figure, the pale Draco was whispering something to the people around him, the sickly pale and bloodless face of the Malfoy family No matter how you look at it, you feel sick. The plan to judge Draco's condition by his face failed, but I guess, Draco didn't seem to suffer anything at home.

Harry, who was waiting for the first-year freshmen to come in, was in a daze for a while, but just when he came back to his senses, Draco, who was talking about something with the people around him, cast his gaze at him at this moment, and compared his expression, Eyes can convey more information.

Of course, Harry is not Dumbledore's kind of person who can see people to the end at a glance, but Draco's undisguised eyes did reveal a lot of information. When he looked at Harry, Draco's eyes There was a 'longing' that surprised Harry.

It's not the kind of desire of "I'm greedy for your body". It's a bit too raw to be vulnerable to little boys and muscular men. Although there are indeed many people who like this, after all, Great Britain has its own national conditions.

Draco's 'desire' is more akin to the 'I want to hang out with you big brother' desire.

"What the hell is this?!"

Startled, Harry quickly took a sip of vodka to calm down, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem impossible.

He and Draco didn't have any enemies. Although there was a little friction on the train, but he didn't bully him, he just reasoned with him. During the whole first grade, the meeting between him and Draco It is only limited to the classroom, conflicts are impossible to have conflicts, I am so busy that I don't have the time to think about a little boy who just met once.

On the contrary, it was me who, while killing randomly on the Quidditch pitch and in the classroom, created a war group and gave out a large amount of benefits that made many people envious. The Harry of the 'Big Brother' does have the capital to attract attention. If Draco has the idea of ​​​​who to admire, he seems to be a good target.

After all, in the first contact, although Draco did some stupid things, his fundamental purpose was still to meet him. Following the route, there is indeed a small possibility that he wants to be his little fan .

Touching his chin, which didn't feel good to the touch and had no stubble, Harry managed to convince himself that it wasn't so outrageous.

But in a blink of an eye, when he turned his gaze back, he met another pair of eyes with the same color as Draco's.

But colder, sharper and a little more aggressive than Draco.

Draco lowered his head for some unknown reason, while Cassandra, whose back was turned to Harry, turned half of her body and cast her gaze.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Harry almost blurted out with a groan!

'Where did last year's Aces go? ! ! ! '

'This shit is unscientific!Not magic either! '

The half-turned state made the robes of the school uniform tight, and the bulge of the curved curve could already be seen to be eight inches longer than Harry's in a year, which is outrageous!
"Damn, this is definitely a big bully"

Harry, whose mouth twitched slightly, missed the flickering look in those eyes. Just when Harry was about to make a second confirmation, Professor McGonagall brought a group of cute freshmen to the auditorium.

The annual sorting ceremony began, and all the students fell silent instantly, looking at this group of immature freshmen standing restlessly, as if they were looking at their former self.

(End of this chapter)