Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 215: Seal Released!Gryffindor's brightest sun
"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore, what do you use when you lose the Elder Wand?"

Although the susceptibility of the wand is a bit too relaxed, Harry hasn't started to swell because of it, and he can't even hit the sneak attack. As a wizard, he is so weak, how can he have the idea of ​​​​going out to brag, and he doesn't want to show his wealth. Well, Hufflepuff has always kept a low profile.

"Of course it was my original one."

Dumbledore is not stupid if he has good things in his hands and doesn’t use them. Of course, he will not hide them if he has the old wand. Except), it is a true friend who can accompany the wizard to grow up and accompany the wizard for life.

"Ollivander's grandfather made me my first wand, sycamore, phoenix tail feathers, unicorn horn, twelve and a quarter inches long."

Dumbledore said softly, and then took out a golden-red flintlock gun from his arms. Even in its original form, Dumbledore's first wand had an extraordinary appearance. After living there, the quaint flintlock turned into a strange-looking revolver that Harry had never seen before.

Its gun barrel presents a sharp shape like a bayonet, and the flowing flame pattern dyes the blade with a hot color like lava. Two streamers, one gold and one red, wrap around the gun body, although they are not as good as the seven streamers wrapped around the Elder Wand. , but it was already surprising.

"When I was young, I hunted two demon lords in the abyss battlefield. Fortunately, I used the lord's magic core twice in a row to strengthen it and succeeded, so it changed a little bit. .”

When holding the handle of this special-shaped revolver, the brilliance in Dumbledore's eyes became different from before. There was a trace of hot blood that should belong to young people on the originally gentle and elegant old wizard in white robes!

As the most outstanding graduate of the Gryffindor Academy of Champions, that gentle and kind appearance should not be what Dumbledore really looks like.

When Dumbledore held the weapon, Fawkes, who was standing on the perch, gently flapped his wings and landed on Dumbledore's shoulders. The golden-red flames on Fawkes' body flowed down, igniting Dumbledore's pure blood. White tunic.

A flame-burning robe that was so flamboyant that it was hard to look away was draped over his body. At the moment when the flames rose, the red alchemy full-body armor exposed the corners from the burning robe, and Fox, who had completely turned into flames, let out a sigh of relief. With joyful chirping, a young man in his early twenties stepped out of the vortex of the raging fire.

The Animagus in the second stage can record the physical state of the wizard when he completes this magic. Similar to Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore completed this magic after graduation and in the years when he was in the abyss battlefield.

The phantom of the phoenix is ​​hidden in the long golden red hair fluttering like flames, the slowly stretched wings are woven by the raging fire, the red steel light is plated with a touch of bright gold, and the elegant but sharp alchemy armor is wrapped All the body below the head.

Like the blazing sun, Dumbledore, who has faded from his old age, bloomed a blazing light that can dispel all filth and darkness.

"It's been a long time since I stretched my body."

He raised his right hand, and the golden gauntlet was clenched into a fist. After he opened his palm, a mass of golden-red phoenix flames burned gently in his palm.

"You're not the first person to want to master the Animagus, the magical creature form, and of course, I'm not the first either."

"However, the blood of the phoenix flows in my body, so, compared to other wizards, my Animagus has changed slightly."

"Just treat it as the second advanced form, the third form of Animagus."

"A fusion of the wizard, the alchemy armor, the Animagus form, and the Phoenix of the Blood Pact"

"Isn't he handsome?" Dumbledore said suddenly, and smiled at Harry, "I don't have the slightest nostalgia for the Elder Wand, take it, Harry, I don't need this dispensable A little help."

"I also hope that you will not be addicted to it. The Elder Wand does not belong to any wizard. It will never give you unwavering loyalty, nor will it accompany you for the rest of your life."

"But they can."

Dumbledore pointed to the ebony and white ivory on Harry's waist, "The best may not necessarily be the best for you."

"I have to see Gail. After so many years, I, a cowardly old man, have finally learned to let go."

"It feels so good to be young!"

Dumbledore smiled heartily, then turned into a ball of boiling flames, and disappeared into the principal's room in an instant.

"Godfather." Harry tugged at Snape's sleeve in a daze, "Tell me, if Voldemort wasn't killed by Dumbledore with one hand, could he be bragging for the rest of his life?"

"Who told you that Voldemort didn't master Animagus transformation?"

Snape glanced at Harry, but there was also a hint of horror in his eyes, and it was the first time he saw Dumbledore in this fiery form that was as radiant as the sun.

"What about you? Godfather, what is your Animagus?"

Harry asked curiously, staring at Snape.

"You want to see?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Harry nodded again and again, deeply curious.

"Is such that."

Snape's robe was raised, without Dumbledore's fancy flame effects, as if he just turned around slightly, the original salute disappeared, and a black battle armor covered his whole body.

"This is not Gotham, hey! Master Wayne, did you go to the wrong set?!!!"

Harry, whose jaw almost dropped, looked at Snape's extremely restored Batman cosplay and couldn't stretch the strings in his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Snape asked suspiciously, "What Gotham, what Wayne, what is that?"

"Godfather. Do you want a nickname of Dark Knight or something?"

"I think you should drink some potions." Snape, who felt that Harry's mind was a little out of order, said worriedly, and then, regardless of Harry's objections and struggles, he poured a bottle of refreshing magic potion for him. medicine.

"Yuck~~~"

Harry, who was on all fours, was retching, and the terrible smell that had spread all over his body made him unable to utter another swear word.

"It seems to be cured."

Snape nodded in satisfaction, then raised his robe, returned to his normal appearance, opened the door and left the principal's room.

"Go back and have a good rest, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep,"

Harry couldn't respond to Snape's words anymore, he tremblingly took out a bottle of centaur spice concentrate from his breast pocket, and took a breath of life for himself before dying from the poison.

"Hehehe"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, "There really is something wrong with this wizarding world, right?"

(End of this chapter)