Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 197 Help Voldemort Do Something Big

"Slip, slip, slip~"

After letting the lucky guy go back to draw hatred, Harry changed his previous evil and crazy appearance, and played in an instant. Although the role-playing needs to be serious, don't really think of yourself as Voldemort.

Looking around at the fallen corpses, he didn't feel any cruelty.

Killers are always killed. The so-called treasure hunters and bounty hunters who hang around in North America will definitely slip through the net every other time they are shot, and those who have made a name for themselves are like the team that died first in the inner circle. , there is really nothing clean on them.

Even if they were a group of kind-hearted and innocent treasure hunters when they came here, after hanging out in this big dye vat in North America, even if they didn't die, they couldn't get back to their original appearance.

"Maybe it can be done a little more?"

Looking at the counterfeit Longinus gun in his hand, Harry thought hesitantly. To be honest, he did make a little noise now, but he didn't do it hard enough. He was trying to make trouble for Voldemort. Barra's got so many things going on.

"If you don't do everything right, if that guy comes to North America, can't you just pick up a ready-made one? I'll scare him for him, and the process of becoming famous can be omitted. That's not okay."

Harry, who still wanted to give the Magic Council a hand, firmly believed that he would at least put a nail in Voldemort's hand here, and completely cut off any possible compromises and pitfalls between the Magic Council and Voldemort.

The counterfeit gun of Longinus can't be real, but the fakes made by Grindelwald are not ordinary things, as if Dumbledore can use the Elder Wand to restore other people's broken spells that were impossible to repair As it is, the Lance of Longinus also possesses extraordinary power beyond other spell-casting mediums. Even though it has not been processed correctly, it already possesses extraordinary power.

This fake has a small part of the characteristics of the genuine product that will be consumed, and in the previous competition, its durability was about one-tenth left. This is not Harry's estimate, but from the blonde. Brother's information can be trusted.

"Can you still cast spells for the last three times?" Harry injected his own magic power into this imitation short spear. When the magic power of the awakened person penetrated through it, he obviously felt a little overwhelmed, which was lighter than that of a normal wizard. The blue magic power is different, and the magic power of Harry's iron-gray awakener is too strong, and the pressure on this imitation is also greater.

"It's better to only have one chance to cast a spell, at least you don't have to worry about recycling."

His whole body was once again wrapped in black mist. The black mist flying spell developed by Voldemort is really great. No one would have thought that this flying spell, which looks even darker than black magic, was actually improved from the first-year freshmen. The floating spell, but the difference between the two spells is huge, and there are hundreds of versions of iterative improvements in the middle, which are completely different, but the core of the spell has not changed.

In the magic world, improving spells and inventing new spells are completely different concepts, but this is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

After getting the news, the late Auror rushed to the wilderness full of dead bodies. The lucky one who was sent back by Harry did not dare to disobey the idea of ​​the terrifying monster. He honestly went to report to the Magic Congress Given the situation, he was even prepared to be detained, at least being imprisoned was much better than meeting that monster on the road, who knew if that guy's next massacre would drag him into it.

Laughing, smiling gracefully, and then destroying everything with the appalling death curse, in the heart of this lucky man, Voldemort has been integrated with perverted and twisted neuropathy, lunatic and other words.

Even a well-informed senior Auror couldn't help but sweat when he saw the scene in front of him. He seemed to have heard of the name Voldemort before. After all, Britain and the United States are one family. The relationship between Parliament and the Ministry of Magic of England is not bad.

"He only used two killing curses to kill nearly a hundred people here?"

In the silence, Captain Auror asked with difficulty.

"Yes, his Killing Curse is not a thin green light, but a light cannon several meters thick! The entire night sky was illuminated by that green light. I just turned around and saw that they were all dead. One fell from the rocket and fell to the ground like rain."

The trembling man closed his eyes tightly, as if once he opened his eyes, everything he saw before would be repeated in front of him.

"You can take away my memory, it's best not to keep any of it for me, use Legilimency to fetch thoughts, use forget it all!"

His shackled hands gripped the Auror Captain's arm, and the tremor passed through his hand.

After hearing such statements, the crowd fell silent. At first they thought it would be safe to assemble six Auror teams this time, and there would be nothing they couldn't deal with, but if the truth is what this guy said like
The Aurors scattered a little, observing their surroundings vigilantly, not daring to be careless for a moment.

Suddenly, Captain Auror took out a strange device that was constantly vibrating from his arms, and his face turned pale at this moment.

"We got scammed! That guy went to headquarters!"

"The sixth team stays to protect the scene! The others follow me!"

"I don't go back! I don't want to go back with you! I want to stay here! I don't go!"

Lucky, who led the way, yelled hysterically, maybe because he heard his words, the Aurors didn't take him away, and let him stay with the sixth team that stayed behind.

And at the headquarters of the Magic Congress thousands of miles away, countless Aurors got the news and began to gather urgently. For wizards who can use Apparition to move quickly, even if they are thousands of miles away, they can quickly arrive in just a few seconds. .

When the Auror captain led the team back, they happened to see the man wrapped in black mist bathed in the golden light of the morning sun raising his right hand, holding a crude short spear in his hand.

At this moment, the iron-gray Awakened's magic power was being drawn continuously, and as the magic spell was recited, it frantically gathered in the short spear.

Even though other wizards couldn't see the existence of magic power with naked eyes, the frightening undisguised fluctuations of magic power still made the heart beat wildly. Before the Aurors who came to support them made any moves, a sudden flash of red light bloomed on the ground. In mid-air!

"Boom blast!"

Harry finished reciting the incantation, and threw out the short spear poured with all his magic power in his hand. The terrifying force endowed the short spear with extreme speed, and the concrete floor could not stop it even for a moment.

After two blunt bangs, Harry disappeared into the sky, and the roar of explosions resounded through the sky at this moment!

In the case of nearly fifty times the magical increase, the blasting spell, which was strengthened to the greatest extent, was pushed to its peak. The glass windows with a radius of hundreds of meters were instantly shattered by the violent explosion, and the towering 57-story building seemed to be made Like a wild craniotomy, tons of debris formed the petals of fireworks. Under the trembling gaze of people, the detonation fire pushed the smoke and dust, and a mushroom cloud composed of gray mist bloomed quietly. .

This will be the worst terrorist attack in the history of the Magic Council, enough to add an indelible shame to their already thin history books.

[This is the price of offense]

After the rising mushroom cloud dispersed, it formed such a line of writing, like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the hearts of everyone present.

"Would it be too much of a scare?"

A few kilometers away, Harry drank the antidote to the Polyjuice Potion and leaned on his chin to watch the rising smoke in the distance.

"It doesn't matter. If they find out that the real Voldemort is actually a fake, then they will probably chase him even more vigorously."

Harry grinned, "If you pinch the persimmon softly, it makes sense."

(End of this chapter)