Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 89
The time was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester. In these few months, Harry handled the duel match casually, cried seven or eight talented children, and watched those little guys cry in front of him. With a look, Harry spun a bottle of vodka on the spot.

The Fountain of Life won from the hunting competition has been wiped out by Misfortune. The Water of Life ordered from Aya was carried away by Hagrid with the container, and Harry didn’t leave a single bottle. It’s not that Hagrid is being stingy. It's because the newly born Soviet iron-bellied fire dragon Tibbers, after drinking the first bottle of 99-degree water of life, Hagrid thought that this thing was for pure men, and Tibbers was his default pure water. Man dragon, must drink the strongest wine.

It is quite normal to feed dragons with wine. These big guys like to drink very much. Occasional dragon attacks often happen in Muggle breweries. Wild dragons have no place to drink wine. Go to Muggles for some. It's normal, but they don't know what the law is. Anyway, there are wizards who wipe their asses, and the big deal is to be beaten, and the loot like dragon scales will be exploding as compensation. Without dozens of elite Aurors besieging them, they really don't want to attack them easily. Kill a large adult dragon.

The recent changes in Hogwarts are also quite big, especially the Quidditch match. Although being killed by Harry is a fact recognized by everyone, compared to the miserable XXXX: 0, the well-trained battle group The members performed very well, and the Gryffindor team headed by Wood was the hardest among them, and they were able to get [-] points in Harry's hands!

Although this is still the result of being released into the sea, it is already exciting enough.

At Hogwarts, the rule that non-warband members are not worthy of playing Quidditch has also been unanimously recognized at the end of this year's school year. Home is not exciting at all.

The military training that started at 05:30 every morning cultivated their organization, the nutritious meals customized for them by the house elves and the potions made by Harry gave them a strong physique, and they recited the rules of the battle group every day to be firm In their hearts, everything was moving steadily in the direction Harry wanted.

He even bought a Quidditch team that has been going downhill in recent years. After all, many members of the chapter are already students in the sixth and seventh grades. They are graduating soon, but Harry will not just let it go. After leaving Hogwarts, they will join the team and continue to receive corresponding training. A monthly salary of only one hundred galleons is nothing to Harry, but it is a drop in the bucket for most wizards who are not born in the family. In other words, this is a generous salary, and ordinary employees who have just joined the Ministry of Magic can't earn half of the money.

Perhaps the savings of the Potter family could not withstand his misfortune, but Harry, as the second generation of the King of the Forbidden Forest, had plenty of ways to get money, and the purple horn that he picked up at random was handled by Snape. It turned into a potion with a price of 13 Galleons. Although he could only sell it slowly in order to stabilize the price, Harry could pat his chest and say: He will not be short of money in the future.

Although everything is going well, there is one thing that Harry has no clue about.

Just like that mysterious senior Hufflepuff.

The centaurs didn't know who that senior was. They only knew that the extinction of poachers in the Forbidden Forest took place in just two or three years at the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth century. At that time, the reputation of Hogwarts Dark Forest Yuanyang, everyone knows that this is the grave of a poacher, roughly estimated, there are at least [-] poachers from all over the world swallowed by this dark forest, even if they are all a group of fearless, seeking money You don't want to die, but this sharp butcher's knife still makes their hearts tremble, killing them so that they no longer dare to touch this man-eating forest.

This group of desperadoes who hunted unicorns for money and died miserably under the curse were all terrified of being killed. One can imagine the tragedy in the Forbidden Forest at that time.

Rivers of blood are not enough to describe the scene at that time, and the horse people trembled after waving the butcher knife. At that time, the horse people were still scattered small tribes, and there was no such a large and united scale as they are today. It was also because of the mysterious butcher, the horse Talent made up his mind to embrace the group, and Hagrid was the inducement, not the cause, of the unity of the centaurs.

It is really difficult to find this low-key and humble senior, but Harry cannot give up looking for him. The magic that can only be used with ancient magic has aroused Harry's greed.

Harry, who had already memorized those words by heart, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use any power, but the magic power in his body was a little turbulent due to those spells, which also told Harry that he just couldn't find it. It's just the correct way to use it, not that he can't use it.

Harry, who has not figured out all this, seems to have forgotten something in a hurry. Ancient magic touched him a lot, and because of this extraordinary power that can be grasped in his hands, he forgot the agreement with Grindelwald. The Sorcerer's Stone, which he once regarded as a must, seems to be inferior to the ancient magic that is within easy reach.

Harry had forgotten, but Grindelwald hadn't.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Professor, why did you call me here?"

Harry knocked on the door of Grindelwald's office, and there was a hint of suspicion in the eyes of this speechless old man.

"Harry, do you really want to continue to escape your destined fate?"

"Oh! You said the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Ahahaha." Harry scratched his hair and laughed awkwardly, "Did I forget, now I have a lot of things to do, and I only sleep for four hours every day, and this time passes in a blink of an eye gone."

"There's no such thing as struggling. You've said it so miraculously. I must believe your prophecy, right?"

Harry, who had no consciousness at all, said with a smile, he was actually looking forward to it, if he just didn't go to find the Philosopher's Stone, in what way would this prophecy make him take the initiative to find the inevitable ending.

"I'll just take what you said is true." Grindelwald shrugged, "But I need to remind you that, whether it is conscious resistance or unconscious ignorance, when necessary, the thread of fate will definitely lead you by the head."

"As a fortune teller, I helped you choose the most relaxed route. As long as you follow this route, the matter will be completed safely, but you obviously forgot to actively search for it in these few months. It will likely cost you unnecessarily."

"What's the price?" Harry heard something wrong from Grindelwald's words.

"I do not know either."

Grindelwald spread his palms, "Isn't the most fascinating thing about the future is the unknown with infinite possibilities? Even if it is an anchored and established destiny, its ending will change due to the choice of the player. .”

"The ending I saw was a river of blood, but I don't know whether the blood that flows is yours or that guy's."

Harry was silent for a moment. Grindelwald's prophecy did not anchor that he would be the final winner, so he would be the one who might lose the game. The prophecy revealed the result of bloodshed, and anyone could win No matter who wins or loses, it will not affect the final outcome.

"Don't let fate twist your head forcibly at the last moment. Humans are not owls. Even if you don't die by forcefully twisting your neck, it will be painful."

"As for what you are doing now, I think it is appropriate to use the opposite description. Can your neck be twisted 180 degrees without any damage?"

Grindelwald naturally didn't want to see the end of Harry's hiccup. Because of this, he, who had always chosen to watch the fun, issued a warning to Harry before the final time limit came.

In his eyes, Harry is a little wizard, even if he has a good talent, he is still a scum with five combat effectiveness, and Voldemort, even if this guy is a remnant soul, even a little bum, as a former black man Demon King, his combat effectiveness can at least be deducted by six.

Carelessness can kill, at least for Harry.

"I understand."

Listening to people's persuasion to eat enough, Harry can listen to Grindelwald's words. After all, the professor is not hurting him, but helping him, and he needs to appreciate it.

"I'm going to get ready now, hopefully it's not too late."

"I have to take the exam tomorrow, or I'll go and get things done tonight?"

"Up to you." Grindelwald waved his hand indifferently, and then showed an amiable smile.

"After all, I just want to see blood flow into rivers, the rest is up to you."

"Of course, it would be even better if you didn't die."

"Hey hey hey~ go, go and have fun, little guy."

Grindelwald, with an extremely bad smile, seems to have exposed the evil nature of his dark wizard. This evil smile is really not something you can learn if you just want to learn it.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie~" The little devil who refused to admit defeat also let out a sinister laugh, "When I learn that trick, Satan will have to tattoo me on the back."

"I will never die in this wave."

Grindelwald looked astonished and looked at Harry, who seemed to be haunted by lifelessness, turned and left the office.

"Good guy"

Our great dark wizard Grindelwald smacked his lips, "Young man now"

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One chapter to go!
But it is almost 01:30, in order not to become a mature and strong person so early, I choose not to stay up late.
Going to work tomorrow to make up for it~
Thank you for the 500 point coins reward from the horror communicator, thank you all good brothers for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets~
Slip away, get up early tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)