Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 320 The City of Black Iron ()

"They seem to be just kids?"

There were researchers whispering nearby, and they were also curious about why someone would suddenly break into this highly confidential magical ruin that they were studying in secret.

"That man must be an adult. Have you ever seen a child who is two meters tall? He is as strong as a giant. I have no doubt that he can wrestle with a bear."

"But it's really unlucky. Even if it's a mistake, the memory will probably be modified by the Auror. I hope they can send a few capable guys to take charge. It will be a disaster if the brain is damaged."

"The highest level of confidential research area. Unless we complete the research, we can't leave after entering. Think about ourselves. I haven't walked out of this damn place in three years. Those mountains and trees are all fake." Oh, Merlin’s shit, this place is hell!”

"But at least as long as we can get out from here, it will be time for us to become famous in the world. Isn't that why you came here?"

There was a lot of chatter, and the researchers who were almost getting moldy after staying here were quite happy to have some different fun. Although there are the highest-level entertainment and leisure facilities here, the fake things made by magic cannot become real.

Just as they were whispering, the central figure surrounded by a group of Aurors made some moves.

But it's not like dropping your weapons and holding your head in your hands.

There was a clear snap of fingers.

‘Pa~’

At this highly tense moment, with a subconscious click of the Auror's fingers, the sequence had already been completed, and the set of spells waiting to be inspired was instantly shot out.

But the scarlet magic beam disappeared on a layer of magic barrier that was so thin that it was almost invisible, without even a ripple.

"This is the toy warehouse that my senior gave me."

Harry's eyes swept across the dozen or so people in front of him, and then he said calmly: "I am the legal and reasonable heir here."

"Although you may not understand." Harry put his arms around Fleur's slender waist, easing some of her uneasiness.

"But I don't need you to understand."

"Secure the blockade."

Harry tapped his fingertips, and a shapeless magic halo spread out, sweeping across the entire huge underground space in an instant.

Apparition is imprisoned at this moment, even the more stable portkey and floo network are like a duck with its neck cut off, and no sound can be squeezed out of the throat.

"I don't like to see people threaten me with violence."

Looking at the densely shot group of spells, Harry spoke coldly, then tightened his right hand and hugged Fleur into his arms.

"You can close your eyes and I'll clean up the mess."

In fact, compared to Harry, Fleur is better at cleaning up trash. She only needs to let go of her magic power, and the magic power that spreads in an instant can turn everyone who looks at her into a stupid puppet. This is A power more deadly than the sweet fruit in One Piece. Even Furong herself cannot change the fate of the guy captured by this charismatic charm. The best way to cure it is to completely delete a long memory. It used to be a month, and It may now take longer to delete.

Fleur closed her eyes obediently, holding Harry's back without letting go, just turning her head and listening to his strong heartbeat.

Within a few seconds, this thin magic shield swallowed up more than 200 spells fired intensively by nearly 30 Aurors. The originally calm barrier began to show ripples that seemed to be broken. Harry was not surprised by this, because this was just a use of magic that was not a skill, not even magic.

But the Aurors who surrounded him had their vests soaked with cold sweat.

Even a fire dragon! They will also be beaten into coma and sleep for a whole week under such intensive spells, and they will be slaughtered by others. Magical creatures are very strong, and their natural defense allows them to ignore most magic attacks. However, there is no essential difference in magic power. It is not impossible to penetrate their magic-resistant skin. If the quality is not enough to penetrate, then a larger quantity is also possible.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Harry's opening made the venue, which was originally full of light and bullets, lose its dazzling color. "Since most of you didn't use destructive magic on me, I won't make this place bloody."

White Ivory was gently lifted up, "But there are only a few of them. I hope you will always remember the wrong choice you made today."

"Shattered to pieces."

"Torn apart."

Harry pulled the trigger, and four bloody flowers of blood and bones exploded in the crowd.

"I will give you back what you just gave me."

"From now on, we owe nothing to each other. I think the rest of you should be able to understand, right."

"They wanted to kill me."

Harry smiled and pointed to the location where the blood exploded. His smile was clear, and there was even a hint of childish innocence. After all, he was a child.

"So you can't blame me even if you die, right? But you don't, so you live."

No one could not understand this simple truth, but every word that came out of his mouth was filled with a coldness that could freeze one's soul.

"I'm a reasonable person."

And everyone shuddered in unison at this moment.

It’s fear, it’s also awe, and it’s the heartfelt joy of forcing yourself to believe, agree, and nod even if you don’t believe it. You even have to applaud for this wonderful speech!

Because they live and those people die, the world is simple, just as it is now.

"Cleaned up."

The blood-stained stubble that originally splashed everywhere disappeared, and it was as if the incident had never happened at all. The remaining smell of blood in the air also completely disappeared with the next sound: 'whirlwind swept away'.

"Don't think about leaving until the matter is settled."

Harry noticed someone trying to move away, and then stretched out his hand. The only physical channel connecting the outside world was completely sealed. The molten black iron emitted a red high temperature, and then twisted and condensed into an indescribable shape. The door lock that may be opened in a simple way, even if it uses magic, will take a few seconds, and this time is enough for Harry to complete the cleaning work of those guys.

"You can open your eyes."

Harry touched Fleur's hair. He had just used a silent spell to cast a small barrier so that Fleur could not hear the noise outside.

"Although there was a bit of misunderstanding at the beginning, I think our misunderstanding has been resolved now, right?"

He glanced at the crowd, and saw that everyone who had dropped all kinds of firearms nodded in unison, no longer resisting at all.

They are all paid to do things, so why are they risking their own lives? The term "defending one's home and country" does not exist in a large part of the world. Whether it is a police officer or an Auror, it is just a profession. It is neither sacred nor shrouded in aura. It is full of the smell of money and working in a temple. There is no difference at all between professional monks.

When encountering something, protecting their own lives is the most important thing for these people. While they say that they have faith, they are the ones who have the least faith.

"You must have been studying them for a while. Who is the person in charge here? How about introducing it to us?"

"Without the narration, it would be uninteresting to watch."

Many people's eyes were all looking in one direction, and the person who was receiving the most attention almost fell to the ground as his knees weakened.

(End of this chapter)