Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 95 It's Nice to Shit on Voldemort's Head
"Maybe, we are really fellow travelers."

The words that broke the silence at the moment suddenly set off a huge wave, and a smile appeared on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and Harry, who was facing him, also showed a smile that belonged to the little devil.

The two things that didn't look like good things looked at each other affectionately, but soon, the smile on Harry's face faded.

"But what capital do you have to be my teacher?"

"Just because you call yourself the Dark Lord? Bring out something real, there's no point in such ridiculous stuff."

The undisguised disdain and contempt made Voldemort's face darken, but what Harry said afterwards almost made him unable to hold back the expression on his face.

"You seem to be complacent about it?"

"Oh, yes, the Dark Lord is amazing. It took you two and a half years to become famous in England. People are talking about your horror, your cruelty, and your power. Do whatever you want.”

"But actually."

"There are only 3000 permanent wizards in England. These 3000 people refer to wizards who have settled in England, employees of the Ministry of Magic, members of pure-blood families, shopkeepers and their employees."

"They are so powerful. All of them are legendary wizards who can capture fire dragons alive. Any handyman can shoot a fire dragon's head with a single spell."

"So, after the Dark Lord recruited werewolves, giants, vampires, dementors and many other dark creatures, he created an army of infernal corpses and formed his invincible dark army. Surrounded by countless pure-blood families, he finally After spending two and a half years, I have successfully made my name."

"However...it is a pity that our invincible Dark Lord and his army failed to even capture the Ministry of Magic."

"After all, the miscellaneous servants can shoot the fire dragon's head at will, and the number of Aurors in the Ministry of Magic is as high as [-]. This group of professional violent agency members trained by the Ministry of Magic must be able to single-handedly destroy the half of the city. God is strong, right!"

"What a shocking confrontation! My mighty Lord Dark Lord, you led your invincible army to create such a dark legend in such a terrible country, making everyone afraid of your name!"

"What a great saga, isn't it?!"

This bloody fact is deeper and sharper than any irony. Voldemort, who was pierced like a hedgehog by a barbed javelin spear, staggered back half a step. It seemed that at this moment, he suddenly remembered it.

The coldness on Harry's face grew stronger.

"What are you, what is the Dark Lord?"

"You are just a clown. In two and a half years, you have not even managed to occupy England, a tiny place. There are only three hundred Aurors in total, and one tenth of them dare to fight you to the death. Do you know if there are any, don’t mention the Order of the Phoenix to me, Dumbledore’s bullshit society only has a few people in total? Twenty? Thirty?”

"It's a miracle that these people can stop you for more than two years!"

"Did you become a pure waste in your mother's womb?"

"Grindelwald's establishment of the voodoo party has shaken most of Europe and even invaded half of North America! How long did it take him? How much did he do?"

"If he hadn't given up in the end, a quarter of the magic world would have been subverted by him alone!"

"This is the black wizard! This is the idol that can be praised and worshiped!"

"You are an idiot who has been practicing for two and a half years and can't fart completely. How dare you call yourself the Dark Lord and still be complacent about it?"

"How many wizards in England account for the total number of wizards in the wizarding world? Less than one percent! I have only been to the Soviet Union a few months ago, and their standing Aurors are as high as 7000, which doesn't mean they can join the war at any time." Reserve members, who slaughtered England's wizarding world ten times in one day and still have more to spare."

"That's why you told me that you will take me to rule the world, take me to some kind of immortality, you're probably thinking fart!"

"You know, this is what you look like to me."

Harry made a gesture that made a certain universe man bloody angry, and immediately made Voldemort, whose face was black and white, completely black.

"A mere village-level terrorist, and a weakling who hasn't even been brought down by the village committee"

"You want me to believe you? Can you do it, little dog?"

The merciless sarcasm of Harry, who showed his chaotic and evil side, not only confirmed his chaotic and evil side, but also dealt a heavy blow to Voldemort's original arrogance.

"Come on, say it to me loudly now, just say it to me again in the way you were full of confidence just now."

"Just that and that. 'I gotta have someone at the top to help me', that's right!"

"Yes! Tell me again where are you standing? What top? Help who? Help me?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The same nasty smile as Grindelwald's was engraved on Harry's face. Although he had only seen it once, Harry perfectly restored Grindelwald's demeanor at this time, which was extremely lethal and extremely insulting.

Harry, who completed the achievement of riding a shit on Voldemort's head, was so excited. Seeing the constantly changing and distorted expression on this guy's face, Harry felt as if he had eaten a popsicle in the dog days. His heart was chilled. heart soaring.

"Why, after being thrown in the face by the facts, you are speechless?"

"Since your achievements are not worth mentioning, then don't fool me with the Dark Lord and greatness. For the whole thing, you have boasted so much about yourself. You can't just rely on your mouth, right? "

"Otherwise, I'll ask and you answer. If I'm satisfied, I'll give you a chance, Xiao Fu."

"If you don't speak, it's your acquiescence, so let's start now."

Harry, who had completely disrupted Voldemort's rhythm with a wave of explosive killings, took over the dominance of the discourse at the moment. There were many things about Voldemort that were worthy of his rhetoric, and now, the chance was great.

"Although I haven't met my mother, but according to you, she is very powerful, so let's talk about her."

Harry, who didn't know the plot of this world, was very interested in people who betrayed his parents. Although Sirius went in, Snape didn't seem like a leaker.

Snape almost answered Harry's questions. As Harry's godfather, he completely regarded Harry as his own son. When mentioning his mother Lily, Snape's eyes only had a trace of nostalgic tenderness , There is regret and pain in his eyes, but there is no guilt of betrayal.

On the contrary, when he occasionally mentioned Harry's other godfather, Sirius Black, Snape's eyes were filled with not only disgust, but also a trace of engraved hatred, a hatred that could not be fully described soon after he was killed.

There is a good chance that Snape was not the guy who told Voldemort the prophecy, because what Voldemort heard was the complete prophecy, not the half that Snape had overheard.

At this moment, the answer to the mystery seems to be revealed.

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One more to go!
Tomorrow I will make it up tomorrow, and now I am done with sleep, staying up late is the enemy, so everyone should go to bed early.

(End of this chapter)