Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 301 Harry, I feel like you are abnormal!

  Late August 1993.

  The sun, which had been scorching the earth all day, gradually sank into the horizon. The gentle evening breeze blew by, but it could not take away all the afterglow of the scorching heat. The buzzing sound of the air conditioner was accompanied by Aunt Petunia greeting everyone. The sound of dinner.

  A while ago, Uncle Vernon went on a business trip near his grandfather's house. When he came back, there was a whole freshly slaughtered deer stuffed in the trunk of the car. After his grandfather heard that Harry was much thinner than in previous years, the old man didn't say anything. He picked up the old shotgun and within half an afternoon, Uncle Vernon was kicked back by the old man, for fear that the ice cubes in the trunk would melt and his heartfelt message would not be delivered.

  The venison steak was grilled very tender, and the oil was sizzling with a fragrant aroma. However, among the diners, some people glanced at Harry absently from time to time. Of course, the dog's furtive appearance could not escape Harry's eyes. He glanced at Dali curiously and said in confusion: "Is there ink on my face?"

  "Uh no." Dali shook his head. There was something that could be regarded as worry in his eyebrows. This strange look made Harry confused. He can eat, drink and jump now, although he has not recovered for half a year. Carrying two or three tons of barbells in front of him can do dozens of sets of squats, but in the world of ordinary people, calling him a world-class strongman is not an exaggeration.

  "I think," Dali seemed to have made up his mind after hesitating for a moment, "we have to talk about Harry, just the two of us, and I always feel like this holiday. Hey, we'll talk about it later."

  Dali lowered his head and gnawed on the deer steak in a dull manner. He could finish a rib in two bites. It was probably the growth and development period of a boy. The thirteen-year-old Dali was no longer the dull boy before and had already jumped to [-] meters. He looked like a small horse or something. When he went out half a month ago, he encountered two gangsters who robbed him with knives. Without saying anything, the talkative Dali stepped forward and sent him to the hospital to lie down. He died with a broken mandible and a severe concussion. Even if he recovered from his injuries, both of them would have to speak with a crooked mouth.

  Dally's words sounded strange. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked at each other. They didn't think there was anything wrong with Harry, so they looked at Harry with doubts.

  "I don't know either." Harry mouthed and spread his hands with an innocent look.

  During the two months of vacation, Harry didn't go anywhere. Apart from boiling two pots of potion every day, one for Dali and one for himself, he never left the house and never stepped out, just like a rich and harem girl. Did Dali realize that something was wrong with everything in his perfectly normal life?
  "Tell me, what's the matter?"

  After the meal, Harry and Dali walked out slowly. The street lights on both sides of the street were already lit, and there were buzzing mosquitoes flying under the lights. The heat of the day also subsided a lot, especially after walking not far away. When I was in a small park, the oncoming night wind made my pores loosen.

  "Harry, I feel like you've been acting weird lately."

  Dali didn't hesitate and spoke directly, "I suddenly discovered today that you didn't go out even once during this holiday. You just read books, don't play games, don't watch TV every day, and you don't even go to the gym. ,the most important is"

  Dali paused, his brows furrowed tightly, and he put on a solemn expression of 'great bitterness and deep hatred'.

  "I know you wizards can't install telephones in your homes, and communication relies on roaring or owls, but I've never seen Hedwig send a letter, and I haven't even seen Hedwig come home. Stay for a few days."

  "That's it?"

  Harry, who was dumbfounded, sat down on the swing. The iron chain as thick as his fingers was pressed by his weight, and it was so straight that it almost broke. As his body continued to repair and recover, his body structure had already moved towards the inhuman half. The most obvious sign of his rapid strides is his soaring weight. His body of [-] kilograms can really kill someone in one sitting.

  The swing he was swinging on made an overwhelmed groan. As Dali also sat down on the other swing, the round iron pipes hanging the two swings had faint signs of concave and curved. The two of them together were almost Weighing almost half a ton, the swing originally designed for children to play on is now approaching its limit.

  "Isn't this suspicious? I'm your cousin! No one in the world knows you better than me. Although you have changed a lot since becoming a wizard, we are good brothers who have been together day and night for ten years. I understand you. .”

  What Dali said is quite right. As a time-traveler occupying a magpie's nest, Harry will indeed hide his clumsiness subconsciously. At least in front of adults, he will deliberately play the role of a child, but in front of his cousin— - In front of this big fool who believed whatever others said, Harry always exposed many flaws inadvertently in front of him, but Harry never worried that Dali would say nonsense. They were wearing Good brothers who grew up in a pair of pants are better than being close to each other, not to mention that the two are really related by blood.

  "Are you..." Dali reached out and grabbed Harry's arm with such force that he could squeeze the others to the ground and scream, "Brother D, you are my biological father, I was wrong." 'That kind of thing, but Harry's skin is rough and thick and doesn't even have a hint of redness.

  "If you fart, let it go. If you hold it in any longer, I think your brain will burn."

  Seeing Dali perform a show in front of him, Harry slapped Dali angrily. Dali had always slapped him when he was little. Now things have changed, and he has been slapped. Dally jumped up when Harry slapped him!

  "Ouch! Ouch!!!! It hurts!!!"

  The stray cat that was originally hiding not far away was so frightened by Dali's voice that it jumped more than three feet into the air. It peeed like crazy and did a trick of flying over walls and walls, then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

  "I seem to see," Dali, who fell to the ground, murmured, "I seem to see a god girl with legs over three meters long waving to me."

  "Then you have to finish your fart before going on a date with her. You will go to hell if you are so unsatisfied, my dear cousin."

  Harry chuckled and stretched out his hand to pull Dali up from the floor: "Tell me, what's wrong with me?" Grinning, Dali struggled to reach his back, but found that he really couldn't rub it. After that, he sat on the grass with a face full of pain. Not many people would believe that he was rubbing his back against the iron pole and said it wasn't a bear rubbing against a tree. After calming down for a long time, he said to him in a voice that was half-uncertain and half-curious. Harry asked quietly:
  "Did you break up with Fleur?"

  "What?"

  The creaking sound of the swing suddenly stopped. Harry, who was dumbfounded on the spot, glared at the side of Dali's face with a question mark hanging on his head, "You held it in for a long time and then let out such a stuffy fart?"

  "That's true?"

  "I feel like I should give you another slap to wake you up." Harry, who was covering his head and speechless, said in a dumbfounded voice, "Did you go on too many dates recently, and your kidney deficiency caused you to have some hallucinations?"

  "I'm the only one who's normal!" Dali, who stopped rubbing against the tree, turned around and glared at Harry, "Which normal man would leave his beautiful girlfriend alone and read a book at home for a holiday? ? No phone calls, no letters, although I found out a little late, but isn’t that exactly the problem? "

  "Fleur." Dali said to Harry seriously: "Although I have never seen her face, she is definitely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I won't call Lisa for two days now. You feel so bad all over, how can you possibly control yourself?"

  "Of course it relies on my iron will." Harry replied seriously, with the tough beauty of a straight man written all over his face.

  "Don't fart, unless you're a gay." Halfway through the words, Dali's eyes widened in fear, and he subconsciously covered his butt, and his body suddenly collapsed tightly.

  "I'm not interested in your big butt weighing several pounds at all." Harry, who was also sullen and serious, spoke seriously, then gritted his teeth and stared back at his indifferent cousin, "You can't Are you going to dump the porn in your head in the trash can? Fleur and I are both serious people, the kind who don't fall in love and just wait to get married in a few years."

  "Fake!" Dali, who didn't know why, always felt like he was being punched in the face, cursed, but then, he licked his face and came forward, asking with a charming look on his face: "Well, Gabe? .I mean!" When he saw the disdain of 'You are actually such a person' on Harry's face, Dali immediately changed his mind, "Does Fleur have any other beautiful cousins?"

  "I feel uncomfortable if I don't call Lisa for two days now." Harry, who had a tight voice, said with a teasing look on his face, "I remember that the girl you fell in love with last year wasn't named Lisa, right?"

  "After all, I am a person with a long-term vision." Dali, who pretended to have a serious face, rubbed his chin and said: "Before falling in love with a beautiful girl, I have to train my personal abilities first, right? Otherwise, how can I succeed in the army? Wanma killed him before leaving nothing behind."

  "It makes some sense, but not much." Harry nodded in agreement. Dally, this idiot, may need some setbacks and training to develop the ability to talk to his beautiful sister. There are not many others in the Delacour family. There are quite a few sisters with Veela blood. In terms of scale, only the Weasley family in England can compete with them. Harry has seen Dali lose his temper in front of beautiful girls.

  "Brother, I leave my happiness for the rest of my life to you, Harry!"

  Dali, who looked touched, stood up and hugged his little brother hard. What is brotherhood? This is the strongest brotherhood.

  "It's just that" after being moved, Dali lowered his voice again. He sat back on the swing, leaned into Harry's ear and asked: "There's one more thing, Harry, should you tell me? explain."

  "what?"

  "Is there something like an alien invasion going to happen soon?" Dali asked nervously. In fact, this was what he really wanted to ask tonight. During these two months of vacation, , he figured out something different.

  "Hey!" Harry, with a surprised look on his face, hooked Dali's shoulder, "Could it be that you are also a prophet? You can guess this?"

  "Don't tell me, there are really aliens coming."

  Dali was so frightened by these words that he almost fell off the swing, "I was just making an analogy, are there really aliens?!"

  The two brothers stared at each other for a long time.
  "Really?" Dali said softly, his words trembling, whether it was fear or excitement.

  "I hope this isn't true." Harry shook his head with a smile and patted Dali gently on the shoulder, "Let's go home and tell you, in case there is some novelist eavesdropping and borrowing inspiration from me. If it’s gone, it would be a huge loss, right?”

  The two left together, but there was no cat-loving novelist anywhere around here, not even a wild cat.

  (End of this chapter)