Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 251 If you want to use the sword of the Celestial Empire to apply Western magic, there is no way
"A seven-foot man." Harry glanced around after walking into the hall and murmured in a low voice, "He must be matched with a three-foot Qingfeng."

What's in the Sword Forging Hall?Then it must be a sword with gleaming cold light, right?

However, Harry failed to see a complete sword in this antique hall.

There are indeed swords. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the largest cold weapon museum in the world. The tens of thousands of weapons are not only swords, but also many strange weapons that Harry can't even name. However, there are the most types of swords, with different lengths, different thicknesses, light and delicate, or large and ingenious. You can see them here no matter what sword type they are.

But no matter what kind of weapons they are, whether they are collected on a shelf or carefully stored in a glass cabinet, they are all unfinished semi-finished products.

The most complete thing was just an unopened blunt sword, which shone with the cold light of metal instead of the cold light of a sharp sword.

Just like the missing finishing touch, without that inconspicuous little dot, the essence of these weapons is just a ball of loose sand and cannot become a climate.

There was no trace of the waiter in the spacious hall. Behind the table in the main hall, there was a sturdy old man, smoking a pipe, smoking a cigarette, drinking a piece of dried meat, and listening happily to the songs on the radio. He looked so carefree. It makes people look a little envious.

"We don't sell handicrafts here. To buy ornaments, go to Pusu Street. The swords there are much prettier than here."

The uncle raised his eyes to see who was coming, and saw two foreigners coming in. Before Harry could get close, he waved to him, "It's okay if you just look at it, but I told you in advance that these are not decorations, so no Sell ​​you.”

He also gave Zhang Shanfeng a wink. The old man saw the silver badge on his chest at a glance and recognized him as a tour guide. In case the foreigner didn't understand, the tour guide had to translate. Foreigners are not necessarily friends. , but since you are a tourist here, you still have to put your words in place.

"Don't bother me, old man, is there any reason behind this?"

Harry, who was very familiar with him, quickly walked forward with a smile, and like a magic trick, he took out two wine bottles and placed them on the counter. "You need some spirits to refresh yourself in the morning, right? 30-year-old whiskey. Will your old man give you something?"

"You are quite interesting, kid."

The old man chuckled, then stretched out his hand to squeeze Harry's big arm, "Oh, you have such a body at a young age. Although the training method is a bit rough, it is still hard work."

"However, although you kid is a bit interesting, if you don't sell it, you won't sell it. The swords I have here are not for display, and you can't use them. You might as well go out and buy some good-looking ones to take home."

The uncle reached out and pushed the wine bottle, "I appreciate your kindness."

"These swords are not for sale because I can't use them?" Harry seemed to have come to his senses. He probably understood what the old man meant.

"Yeah, you might as well bring a kitchen knife back when you buy this. At least the kitchen knife can be used to cut vegetables and meat. You can't do much with this thing except as a decoration."

"Then can you take some time to talk to me?"

Harry, who had no shortage of food and drinks, pulled out a head-sized oil paper bag, which was still a specialty of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, a very authentic braised centaur pork.

Harry pointed his finger, and the cutting spell sliced ​​the meat into even thin slices, and the indescribable rich aroma of meat spread out at this moment. "Hey, good boy, you know how to eat."

The uncle who was immediately happy stood up, then took the oil paper bag and the two bottles of wine that Harry had put before and led them to a room on the side of the counter. This may be the living room where guests sit. He greeted Several people sat down casually.

"Then let me tell you."

"Thank you for clearing up the confusion, sir. I'll go first."

Harry took out a two-pound cup, and then took out a half-person-high wine barrel. It was too rude to blow on the bottle. Elegant people always drink from cups, although the volume of this cup is larger than that of a bottle. A little more, but still elegant.

The old man who was impressed by Harry's generosity in drinking wine for hundreds of streets couldn't help but taste the wine in the barrel, 55-degree dragon's blood whiskey. It was so strong that he frowned slightly, and it was different from white wine. Likewise, what you drink from Dragon Blood Whiskey is that moment of fierce and domineering energy, as if a fire dragon is spitting fire at your mouth. Under normal circumstances, this thing needs to be pressed with ice balls and lemon slices before you can eat it. Every time Apart from Hagrid, Harry was the only one who drank in vain.

"Sincerity, but this matter is not a secret that cannot be heard. You should still be in school, right."

The old man glanced at Harry. He estimated that Harry was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he should still be in school at this age.

"Yes, my third year will be next year, Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare."

"From England?" The old man stroked his beard and nodded, but he was suddenly startled, "Are you only 13 years old? Why are you so anxious about eating? Forget it." The well-informed old man said. He waved his hand. There were many strange things in the world. Maybe it was caused by mixed blood. It was easy to accept this thing.

"If you had asked your magic, er. charms, right, Mr. Charms, you would know why this is the case."

"Let me ask you a question, what do you think is the most obvious difference between the magic you have and the magic here?"

The old man picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, chewing the exotic-flavored braised meat with a look of enjoyment. The centaur's skills were impeccable, and the aroma that instantly invaded the entire mouth and nasal cavity was unforgettable.

Harry thought seriously, but to be honest, he had never really been exposed to the magic of Taishi Celestial Dynasty. He might have encountered it in Chichadra, but at least he was the only one in the first wave of serious killings. None of them were seen. The second wave of mowing the grass was too fast. No matter where you are from, it was just an Avatar laser cannon. All the guys who didn't run away were sent. I don't even know where they came from. Where.

The only one I saw was the ancient magic of the Taishi Celestial Dynasty displayed by Dumbledore, which was eliminated by the current spell-casting system.

"Should I say you are stupid, or should I say you can't turn your head around? The most obvious difference will become apparent soon?"

"You are a wizard from England. What you say is English, and we use Chinese. Boy, don't you speak both languages? Why don't you try to translate the spell you have there and say it in Chinese? .”

"Try it." The old man stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, "Read it out loud."

(End of this chapter)