Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 32 The Secret of Ebony and White Ivory (4.5 in 9, [-]K)

The class that made everyone feel unfinished came to an end with the cheerful ringing of the bell, but even after the class was over and they walked out of the classroom, the little wizards still held their wands happily and pulled the trigger to let the guns spit out small balls of light .

The vast majority of young wizards cannot maintain the stable existence of the light sphere for a long time. The fleeting light is like a meteor piercing the sky. joy.

After the class ended, Harry didn't leave in a hurry, but came to Professor Flitwick's side and asked politely.

"Professor Flitwick, I wonder if I can take your time for a while?"

"Of course, my child. Is there any question you haven't figured out yet?"

Professor Flitwick, who was stepping on the steps built by floating books, stopped. Born in Ravenclaw, he has a very good sense for little wizards who like to ask questions and love knowledge. After all, wisdom and knowledge are Ravenclaw The Core Values ​​of the Law School.

"It's about my wand."

Harry pulled out his ebony and white ivory from his waist, "My wand, the ebony in my left hand seems to be a standard wand no different from other wands. It is more powerful, but there is a need to cast spells. The implicit limitation of spacing, just as you said, Professor Flitwick."

"But this white ivory." Harry showed his Glock 18C, "It seems a bit special. The knowledge of wands I found in the book does not seem to record this kind of special situation. I can demonstrate it for you. ?"

Professor Flitwick carefully looked at the Glock 18C in Harry's hand, but due to the high similarity in appearance of the Glock series of guns, to be honest, the pistols of this series are not so easy to distinguish, and Professor Flitwick could not See something is wrong.

"Need a target, right?"

The original desk was deformed into rows of standard gun targets after Professor Flitwick's voice fell. In the case of magic, a little damage will not affect anything. If it is missing, it can be put back together in the end.

"Thank you professor."

Harry thanked him, and then raised his hand steadily. He originally wanted to use fluorescent flashes to make a sample, but now that there were targets, he couldn't hold back his desire to have a good time.

[In this case, then use this. 】

Harry's eyes froze, and after taking into account the positions of all the targets, he took a deep breath and held Glock's hand more steadily.

"Smashed to pieces!"

The moment the trigger was pulled, a crimson beam burst out. This spell is the most destructive spell Harry has mastered so far, and its proficiency has been brushed up by Harry during the holiday. It has reached the highest level that I can achieve through Yeluzi training.

With a steady rate of three shots per second, Harry pulled out a line of guns from left to right. Accompanied by the clear explosion of magic power, countless fragments of wood were flying around at this moment.

Professor Flitwick, who originally had a relaxed and curious smile on his face, stood there with his mouth slightly open after seeing this strange scene. The little wizard was able to master the spells recorded in the fourth grade textbook, but it was because of Harry's wrong way of casting spells.

How could a wizard holding a steel gun be able to only pull the trigger to fire a shot of magic? Da da da bursts of fire definitely exist, but the burst of fire is completely different from the burst of fire he sees now.

'Continuous pouring of a single magic non-repeated activation? ! 'Professor Flitwick's eyes were wide open, staring at Harry's finger that hadn't moved since he pulled the trigger, in a daze for a while.

"This is wrong! This is not magic!"

After Harry smashed dozens of targets in front of him into a pile of broken wood like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, Professor Flitwick, rubbing his old face, murmured.

"There's something wrong, boy, there's something wrong with your wand."

Professor Flitwick, who grabbed Harry's wrist violently, carefully looked at the Glock 18 in Harry's hand again, but he really didn't see anything special about it.

"Is this wand really sold to you by Ollivander?"

He looked straight at Harry, "What I would like to hear more is what new breakthroughs have occurred in the subject of cane making."

"Yes, although Mr. Ollivander did not take my money due to some minor accidents, the white ivory and ebony guns are both from Ollivander's wand shop."

"Mr. Ollivander told me that these two wands are twin brothers, using ebony and white ivory as the gun body, and stimulating the heart tendons of the Maharaja at the core."

Harry honestly told Flitwick about his wand. He was actually very curious about the Maharaja's heart tendons. Gewarz gradually found out, but it was still a bit of an itch.

"Oh, so that's the case." Flitwick seemed to be slightly relieved, with a trace of disappointment on his face, it seems that the magic wand still hasn't changed much, at least he couldn't point out any serious magic. All the spells are sent out in succession.

"If you use that thing, all sorts of weird things can happen."

Flitwick sneered, and shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness. This incident was obviously an accident, and it was impossible to popularize the wizarding world.

"Professor, what do you mean... my wand will become like this, in fact, it has something to do with the Maharaja's heart tendons?"

"Indeed." Professor Flitwick gave an affirmative reply very readily, "After all, this thing has unknown surprises, although most of them will not be a good thing, but once you win the lottery, then no matter what happens No matter how bizarre the effect appears, it belongs to the normal category."

"I once saw a lucky man whose wand was fixed in the form of a launcher, and he could only use magic once a week with this wand, but the power of that magic."

"Have you ever seen a scene where a 600-meter-high hill was collapsed with an explosive spell? In that battle, he killed hundreds of times his enemies and dented the front line. Thinking about it now, it’s quite shocking.”

Professor Flitwick seemed to be caught in some kind of nostalgia for the past, he smacked his lips, and touched his chin with some insatiable desire.

"Professor, can you tell me what the Maharaja is?"

Harry threw out the term that he had been curious about for a long time. Obviously, Professor Flitwick was very familiar with this thing.

"Well, this matter is not a secret. At Hogwarts, you will only know it officially after the third grade. The course History of Magical Warfare will tell you everything in detail and clearly, but since you asked, it is not true. It cannot be simply said."

Professor Flitwick corrected his expression, "Extend your hand, we want to conclude a simple magic contract, you can't tell other students what you know before you enter the third grade, this is a kind of magic contract. There have always been rules, and exceptions can be made, but not too many."

Harry nodded seriously, and stretched out his right hand to Professor Flitwick. With just a light grip, a simple magical contract was completed. Unlike an unbreakable contract, breaking this contract will not lead to death. The two parties use magic power to restrict certain behaviors, and when they violate the contract, the price they pay is the magical backlash of the sum of the magic power used by both parties when signing the contract. Certainly.

After completing the simple signing of the contract, Professor Flitwick didn't let it go. After all, there are too many people who know about it. A carefree childhood is something every elder wishes for.

"Maharaja is actually a synonym for a creature, a synonym for a level."

"Thousands of years ago, the magic world has been fighting a difficult enemy. We have many names for it, such as the abyss, Hades, hell, shadow world, etc., and wizards everywhere call them There are different names, and this enemy, the tool they use to fight against the magic world is the Demon Race, and in Europe, we call it the Demon Race."

"Just like light and darkness are inseparable two sides of one body, the magical creatures and demons living in the magic world are two sides of one body. We are hostile to each other, kill each other, and want to kill each other completely, but This is very difficult to do.”

"The maharaja's heart tendon used in your wand is the chief ten thousand among the demons, the essence of magic power left after the demon maharaja is killed. The demons are different from us, they are not using Instead of using magic power, they are eating magic power, if they do not have life, then the demon race is the highest quality magic material in the world."

"You heard me right." After seeing the slight astonishment on Harry's face, Professor Flitwick nodded, "They are the highest quality magic materials, and they devour magic power to forge their bodies into the world's most Great magic material, and after their death, the remaining essence has some incredible properties"

Professor Flitwick tapped Harry's wand lightly with his slender fingers, "Treasure them well, the wand is an extension of the wizard's limbs, and they are good companions who will accompany you for life."

"Professor Flitwick." After a bunch of outrageous things were suddenly stuffed into his mind, it took Harry a while to recover, "What about the ebony?"

Harry held the black M1911 in his left hand, "Since the two of them are brother wands, and both use the Maharaja's heart tendon, what about its ability?"

Compared with the maverick Glock 18, the mediocre M1911 seems to be a bit too ordinary. Although it is indeed a very easy to use wand, but its effect seems to be not even suitable for white ivory shoes.

Indeed, ebony has the effect of increasing the power of spells, and even this effect is not low, but the price it needs to pay is also particularly obvious. The one-second interval between casting spells almost doubles the cost of a single casting spell. The two flaws are that its effect on the enhancement of the spell does not seem to be so eye-catching.

Think about it, when Harry is proficient in spells, he can pour out spells at a speed of ten shots per second, is the insignificant strength increase of ebony really useful?
Black Sandalwood fired one shot, and before the second shot was fired, White Ivory had cast nearly twenty spells during this time, quantitative changes caused qualitative changes, obviously, the nearly twenty times difference in quantity has been erased and eliminated Beyond the reinforcement that comes with mass.

"Then what's different about this one?" Professor Flitwick raised his eyebrows slightly after receiving the ebony wood for careful observation. The M1911 gun shape is not uncommon. There are about three or four guns in every 100 people. This one The proportion is already very high. After all, there are so many models of pistols, there are always hundreds of them, and it can have a stable share of [-]%, which means that this model of pistol is quite common.

Although high-level fitness does not mean ordinary, but can reflect its excellence to a certain extent, but such excellence is limited to the normal level of excellence, after all, freaks and geniuses are always some maverick cases.

For example, Professor Flitwick's M500 has a lot of flaws. For a long time, Flitwick, who is a magic spell genius, couldn't use silent spells, but this guy's increase in magic spells is so high that it's scary. , even if it is a bare board, when comparing the increase of the spell, many wands with skins have to bow down.

But M1911 is obviously not a member of the Maverick.

"Try it first, Mr. Potter, maybe its special features are hidden deeper?"

Harry told him with certainty that these two wands were twins, so there should not be a special combination of ordinary ones. This is not in line with common sense, let alone wand science. Masters of wand science, they don't make such freaky products.

The desks in the classroom that had been blown into ruins by the Shattering Curse were instantly restored with Flitwick's simple wave of his hand, and the bristling targets appeared in front of Harry again, and this time, he put down the shiny and eye-catching White ivory, holding the unpretentious ebony.

"To pieces."

As the trigger was pulled, the scarlet spell shot out again. Compared with the crisp magic explosion sound of white ivory, the sound of ebony wood was thick and deep, not a brisk 'tat-tat-tat', but a thunderous sound "boom--"

The moment the spell, which was nearly twice as strong as before, hit the target, the wooden target did not turn into shattered pieces flying around, but exploded into a mass of sawdust with a 'bang', and its power was strengthened. The Crushing Curse really achieved the appearance described by the word shattered bones. If the wreckage was collected, what they got would be a handful of slightly rough large-grained wood powder.

"If you want to launch the second spell, you need an interval of about one second."

With that said, Harry pulled the trigger again, blowing another target to pieces.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special." Professor Flitwick obviously saw more than Harry, and the effect was indeed okay, but it didn't deviate from the conventional boundaries at all. "What about the mana consumption?"

"About twice as much as using white ivory, but the power of white ivory seems to be weakened to compromise the high-speed shooting, and the consumption will be lower. This is my own guess. The consumption of ebony should be double that of normal casting. Half, the power is close, but less than twice."

"Excellent observation skills, but how did you come up with this comparison?" Professor Flitwick looked at Harry with appreciation. For a first-year freshman, such a judgment is already beyond expectations Excellent.

"The standard spells have quantitative records of the power of some magic. I tried it during the vacation and made some comparisons. Although it is not accurate, the gap should not be too big."

"How?" Professor Flitwick asked curiously.

"Fossil into mud."

Harry grinned, "I found a little magic in "Standard Spells: Level [-]". Its standard strength is exactly to soften a stone three feet long, wide and high into soil. I used this standard as a test."

"Smart way, such magic with intuitive quantitative standards is indeed very suitable."

"It's a holiday experiment though, and I'm sorry I can't give you five points for it."

Flitwick spread his hands cheerfully, and said mischievously, among the professors at Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick is probably the most lively group, and it is completely impossible to see that he and Professor McGonagall are actually Hogwarts professors. Maybe it's because he has goblin blood, so he lived longer than ordinary wizards, so his mentality is younger?
"That's really a pity, but I think as long as I study hard, the professor will definitely give you extra points."

"Every effort and wisdom should be affirmed." Flitwick nodded, "Then let's try again, maybe we can find other things."

Some monotonous magic tests have begun. Harry is using a steady frequency of once a second to quickly kill all kinds of targets made by Professor Flitwick. Although he specializes in duels and spells, he is also quite good at transforming. Yes, although it is not as good as Professor McGonagall, it is far superior to ordinary wizards.

Under the torment of the old and the young, the unlucky desk was tossed to death, and tried all the different shapes, positions, and postures of death, but the surprise they were waiting for was delayed.

It wasn't until Professor Flitwick, who was frowning slightly, used the Iron Armor Charm on the target, that the test that gave them a headache suddenly turned around.

"Try Harry again, on this new target."

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up and he cast a spell on the target again. It was also the Iron Armor Curse, but this time the armor was obviously much stronger. What was originally just a layer of transparent illusory shield now had a regular outline.

"To pieces."

Harry had recited this spell countless times, and as usual, the red light of the Shattering Curse hit the target again, blowing it into a pile of dust.

"Try again, try again!"

A little excited, Professor Flitwick made another shield that was a little thicker than before, but he seemed to feel that this was not efficient, so he cast spells continuously and made a whole row of Iron Armor shields with increasing strength.

On the target on the far right, the Iron Armor Curse protecting it has almost solidified, and the seemingly illusory shield is almost turning into a solid body. Who knows if this thing can be used for a blunt blow in the hand, knocking out a certain over- The unlucky one who gets close.

"Looks like we've found Ebony's little secret."

Professor Flitwick signaled Harry to start the experiment, and one target after another was crushed to pieces under the effect of the Shattering Curse. Before Harry could shatter all the targets, what he saw gave him a guess.

"Go ahead and cast spells on each target."

"But from the fifth to last, I couldn't blow them apart."

"It's okay, continue."

"Ah."

After a few more seconds, Harry, who had finished casting a spell on a whole row of targets, rubbed his slightly sore arms.

"Professor, is the effect of ebony to break armor?"

"While it may seem like that, it doesn't have the same effect Harry."

Professor Flitwick, who came to the top of the pile of books again, spoke quickly, and brought the remaining five targets that were not shattered by the Shattering Curse to him.

"Look, this is an unexpected surprise. Although armor-piercing, or magic-breaking attributes are very rare attributes, the effect of ebony wood is completely different from this, and the principle of action is also completely different."

"In the beginning, when you smashed the first target, I thought so, but subsequent tests made me negate this conclusion."

"First of all, although the armor-piercing attribute is rare, it is not special. At least it cannot be compared with your white ivory's abnormal burst attribute. Since ebony and white ivory are twins, then both sides should have roughly the same Something special."

"Look at this last target, Harry."

Professor Flitwick let the last target fly among them, "Did you see that the place where the Shattering Curse takes effect is not on the surface of the Iron Armor Curse, but inside the shield formed by the spell."

The shield that was not blown to pieces by the Shattering Curse at all, and even the fragments did not break out, had a bulge the size of a ping-pong ball. This bulge was located roughly one-fifth of the thickness of the shield, and the power of the Shattering Curse failed to explode the package. With its Iron Armor Charm, only this cavity was left as proof that it had worked.

"It's not magic breaking, but magic penetration."

Professor Flitwick said firmly, "Any protective magic lower than the magic penetration strength of ebony wood will not be able to stop the spells fired from it."

"The target that was shattered before was not that you first shattered the Iron Armor Curse and then shattered the target, but that the Shattering Curse passed through the shield and hit the target, destroying both at the same time."

"Not armor-piercing, but further armor-piercing?" Harry asked in disbelief. This attribute seems to be no worse than White Ivory's burst.

"It's ignoring the protection magic under a certain strength, remember, it's ignoring."

"Ebony wood does not consume power when passing through a certain strength of protection, nor will it consume its protective power. It completely ignores its existence, and only truly touches it after crossing the limit that can be ignored. At this point, I need to correct your understanding."

"Is this important?" Harry didn't quite understand what Professor Flitwick was thinking.

"Very important."

Flitwick nodded sternly, "Because it's very likely that you will accidentally shoot your classmate to death."

"." The completely speechless Harry stared at Professor Flitwick's face and fell into deep thought, "You mean, if I don't pay attention, I will become the Hogwarts executioner?"

"Of course." Professor Flitwick nodded without hesitation, "If you don't pay attention, this is inevitable."

"Why?" Harry, who was confused, couldn't think of the reason.

"What's the full name of Hogwarts?"

Flitwick asked, looking Harry in the eyes.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Warfare."

"That's right, the Magic War School, the original intention of Hogwarts was to train a group of qualified fighters and soldiers!"

Professor Flitwick's decisive answer stunned Harry.

"Although not every graduate can meet this standard, our original intention will not change."

"Hogwarts trains talents, but we train soldiers who can go to the battlefield!"

"Actual combat is inevitable and must exist. Every qualified soldier is fed with countless spells. During the seven years of study, if he fails to cast more than ten thousand spells, Hogwarts will not be able to do so." A diploma will be awarded to him.”

"A wizard doesn't even use magic, and he doesn't need to be familiar with it. What kind of a member of the magic world?"

"Forget it before, after all, there has been peace for a long time, but now" Professor Flitwick paused, then waved his hands and didn't want to say more, but it seemed that he was in a bad mood.

"After the end of the first semester of the first year, those of you who have completed the study of basic spells will start practical magic training, no matter in any place, any time, as long as it is within the scope of Hogwarts, anywhere It can open a temporary battlefield."

"The giant magic circle covering the entire school will provide you with a magic barrier. The strength of this barrier is calculated comprehensively by the total amount of magic power of the wizard itself and the corresponding level test assessment. You can understand it as a blood bar. Once the magic power When the barrier is broken, the loser will be directly transported to a different location by magic to accept the punishment of the loser."

"And the magic penetration of ebony." Professor Flitwick frowned in distress, "It is estimated that only the outstanding students in the sixth and seventh grades can have the magic barrier to resist this penetration."

"If you use it in combat, you're totally cheating."

"And if we hadn't discovered this today, if one of your shattering spells or other destructive spells passed, then the unlucky child probably wouldn't even need to be rescued."

"A power increase of [-] times is not bad, but a guy who can take such a blow with his body, at least a purebred human being does not have it."

"If it is armor-piercing, then it doesn't matter, because the penetration will be monitored by the magic barrier, and the people protected by it will be injured at most. This is within the allowable range. After all, some magic itself has magic power or magic power. penetrating effect."

"And like you who directly ignore a certain degree of magic power protection, and even ignore the consumption of magic power, the magic power barrier can't be detected at all. Magic also has limitations, and not being detected means that even if I want to I have no way of optimizing and improving the magic barrier."

Professor Flitwick spread his palms and said helplessly, at least for now, he couldn't think of any way to deal with this shameless special effect.

"Then I...or I don't need to fight with ebony." Harry, who already understood how rogue this effect is, was a little speechless. This kind of cheating is really cool, but he really has no interest in using it.

"But this is very unfair to you. You should go all out in the battle, otherwise the actual combat we promote will lose its original effect."

Professor Flitwick said distressedly, what is the use of such training if an excellent fighter cannot be made to do his best?
In his eyes, Harry is a very good seedling. It can be seen from the previous target shooting test that Harry has completely broken away from the first-year level. Although he has very little magic and the theory is extremely lacking, he His shooting accuracy is extremely high, and he didn't see Harry raise his hand to aim when firing the spell. No problem at all.

This natural gun sense is a very rare talent, especially in battle.

"I'll try to figure it out."

Professor Flitwick sighed, this is indeed tricky trouble.

"Actually, I've already taken advantage, Professor Flitwick, I still have white ivory."

Harry waved his hand indifferently. Even if the ebony wood is not easy to use, he already has a plug-in, and this plug-in is very strong and very easy to use.

"Other people can't do magic bursts, but I can do it, which is actually very unfair to other people."

"Why do you think that spells cannot be cast in succession?"

Now it was Professor Flitwick's turn to be a little surprised, but considering that it was only the first day of class for Harry, it was normal to not understand these things.

"Magic can be cast in succession. Of course, it is a bit wrong to continuously cast a single spell like yours. In layman's terms, every spell has a hidden built-in casting cooldown time. The more powerful the spell The longer the cooldown required for casting spells, although this time can be shortened, it will definitely not be able to reach your level."

"But this built-in cooldown for casting spells exists independently, that is to say, there is no built-in cooldown conflict between different spells."

"Because of this, there is one very important skill in Charms that everyone should learn."

Professor Flitwick transformed his wand into the form of a submachine gun, and the miniature version of the Uzi submachine gun matched him quite well.

But instead of pulling the trigger, Professor Flitwick pulled the clip from the Uzi while Harry watched in surprise.

[Fuck!Can the clip still be taken out? !Is it possible that those 9mm caliber Gold Galleon Silver Sickle Copper Nats can really be stuffed into it and used as bullets? 】

Startled, Harry rubbed his eyes. Professor Flitwick really took off the magazine, but the magazine was not filled with golden or silver bullets, but the same bullets as the body of the gun. Material, missing the sapphire case of the warhead.

"Since spells do not share the built-in cooling time, in order to increase the combat effectiveness of wizards, senior spell scholars have developed a new method of casting spells, the spell group, which is a method of arranging different spells in a certain order. Then, at the moment the trigger is pulled, it will activate the spellcasting method in turn."

"Through different combinations of spells, wizards not only have a qualitative increase in casting speed, but the interaction between different spells will also greatly increase the destructive power."

"For example, the cutting spell is connected with the smashing spell. The single cutting spell can cut a rock by ten centimeters, and the smashing spell can blow up a ten-centimeter rock. When the two are used in series, the same rock will be crushed. Create a crater at least 25 centimeters deep."

"It's a crude combination, but the effect has grown considerably."

"And to do that, our wand would need an additional separate attachment, clip, or magazine."

"But you don't have to worry about getting them. After entering the second year and officially starting to learn spell groups, the school will prepare them for you. They can perfectly assimilate with your wands."

"And the effect of the spell group is probably like this."

Professor Flitwick once again created a row of scattered targets, then raised his hand lightly, pulled the trigger without looking at it, and in an instant, dozens of cursed Uzis spewed out from the muzzle. With colorful magical flames, none of the dozens of targets missed, and all of them were hit by different spells.

"On a standard dueling field of 50 meters." Professor Flitwick blew on Uzi's muzzle handsomely, "The number of wizards who can block my spell set cannot exceed the number of hands."

A faint smile emerged, and Professor Flitwick, whose face was full of invincibility, seemed to be glowing all over at this moment, handsome and eye-catching to an astonishing degree.

"Coach! No, Professor! I want to learn this!"

Without any hesitation, the words that didn't require a second thought were blurted out immediately.

"Want to learn? Okay."

Professor Flitwick put away his wand, stepped briskly on the ladder of floating books and walked to the ground.

"I teach you."

"Come to my office this weekend, my dueling club welcomes you."

He turned and gave Harry a slight nod. "It's a pleasure to have you on board, Mr. Harry Potter."

"Thank you, Professor Flitwick! Thank you!"

Amidst Harry's joyful farewell sound, the contented Professor Flitwick left the classroom. When Harry couldn't see him, he clenched his fists and jumped on the spot with his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"The duel champion for the next seven years! We won it at Hogwarts!"

Flitwick, with his head held high, returned to the office not far from the classroom. Harry couldn't see his happiness, but at the moment, Harry was quite excited.

"This kind of world is exciting enough!"

"Right."

Although it was only a corner, the truly brilliant colors of the wizarding world had been exposed in Harry's eyes, which made people ecstatic.

(End of this chapter)