Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Just a simple coma.

Harry, who was squatting in front of Fred and George, said in a relaxed tone, You know, the coma is actually a means of self-protection. After entering this state, whether it is pain or other negative states, it will be blocked. A blank brain will clear all information that exceeds the limit of human tolerance.

Although the magic power flows in our body and is part of the wizard, the strange thing is that our body is extremely resistant to the invasion of magic power. They do not interfere with each other, just like two distinct rivers.

This conclusion is somewhat arbitrary. After all, wizards live much longer than Muggles. Wizards who can live to a hundred and fifty years old are not too rare. We have one wizard at Hogwarts who is still energetic after a hundred years old. But no matter what, it is indeed a violation of the rules to refine magic power into the body.

The strong physical body strengthened by magic seems to be exclusive to magical creatures. As wizards, we seem to be a head lower than other magical creatures in terms of talent.

Since we want to violate this rule, we have to pay an additional price, such as overcoming this extreme pain.

If there is no super-sensing potion, the intense pain brought by the fusion magic will just be stuck at the limit of the pain you can bear. This unbearable pain will last for several minutes or even tens of minutes. When I tried it for the first time, I almost gritted my teeth and bit my tongue. Even if I passed out for a moment, the continuous pain stimulation will wake you up again, allowing you to continue to bear the aftermath of the pain.

I have thought about it for a long time. If there is no strong will, no one can survive such torture and continue the follow-up exercise. So I took the initiative to amplify the pain, so that the first wave of painful stimulation directly exceeded the limit that the human body can bear, instead of bouncing back and forth on the edge, actively activating the body's protection mechanism, and immune to subsequent continuous damage.

It's like being pricked by a needle, the pain will only hurt for a while, and after that, you can't feel everything that happened to you.

What about after that? Qiu Zhang, with a pale face, raised her hand weakly. Although she is much stronger than ordinary girls, she is also afraid of pain. Leader, you seemed to say that this method won't work in the future, right?

After that, Harry rubbed his chin and paused, I got used to it after that, and I got used to it with pain and pain. The magic power I used to strengthen my body just now was about ten times that of the two of them, but it didn't take it all, so I sweated a little, and I got used to the pain.

This M-shattering speech made everyone wonder how to answer, how did such chilling words like just get used to it come out of Thirty-Six Degrees' mouth? Thinking of this, they all shivered in unison.

Don't think this is too scary. Didn't you vomit when you drank my potion? Don't you get used to it now? Just frown, right? Don't underestimate the adaptability of human beings. This is the treasure left by our ancestors who conquered nature step by step until now.

If you can't change the world, then adapt to the world. This principle is the same.

It can be for glory, it can be for survival, or it can be purely for the pursuit of power. You can try to convince yourself and find an excuse to make you choose to become stronger.

Of course, this is not a mandatory requirement. If someone can't make up their minds, just break off the badge and activate the port key, and treat it as an ordinary team building trip with a little adventure.

I don't force everyone to have the courage to take this step full of suffering, because I know that this matter is very difficult, but I have already embarked on this road, and the only people who can follow me are fellow travelers who have walked this road together.

Harry patted the faces of the twins, who had woken up early and just kept their eyes closed and pretended to be dead.

The decision is up to you. I'll go for a walk in the woods and see if there are any souvenirs to bring back. Don't worry, there won't be any magical creatures coming to the camp tonight. You have enough time to make a decision.

Harry, who patted his butt and got up, walked towards the woods. Perhaps if he stayed, some vacillating people would make a choice because of this, but that was not what Harry wanted. A battle group destined to become an absolute elite does not need a huge team.

The most important thing is that this kind of training requires an extremely high cost. Even if not everyone has Harry's strong foundation, they need to drink expensive potions worth at least one million Galleons to complete the physical magic transformation. Even with the special products of the Forbidden Forest and Snape's free support, the price is too high.

If you want to get this absolutely huge investment, the price is to pay unshakable loyalty.

The war group is not a good church. The essence of Harry's establishment of the war group is to find a group of battle brothers who are absolutely loyal to him. This is selfishness and the only purpose.

Looking at Harry's back, the people who fell into silent thinking were silent. Young people are indeed good at being hot-blooded, but the heart-wrenching reality often makes them look at everything in the future with the clearest mind. This extreme pain cannot be faked.

Those who had the idea of ​​giving it a try made a try, and in an instant, the unbearable pain completely exposed their inner weakness and magnified the wavering and unsteady thoughts.

Someone broke off the breastplate, activating the Portkey back to Hogsmeade.

more than one.

Since the founding of the Chapter, the harshest screening has begun.

On the other side, Harry, who didn't know how they made a decision, had already penetrated into the island. His footsteps were fast, and the brute force that could break a big tree with one kick made him run as fast as lightning. He rushed like a tank and ran to the center of the island in less than a few minutes.

A piece of ruins entangled by vines still has the last traces of dilapidation, and there are still red remnants of the slate exuding an uncomfortable coldness. People who died here smeared the slate under their feet with blood, leaving an indelible mark.

The decayed bones were only left with some broken bone fragments that were hard to see the whole picture, like gravel, they made a hoarse rustling sound when they were trampled on.

Harry, who was walking on the ruins, carefully searched for all remaining traces. He didn't care what the cultists who tried to open the abyss did. What he cared about was the powerful force that shattered the portal of the abyss. After thousands of years, it still struggled to leave its own traces. It belonged to ancient wizards or the mysterious power of the awakened ones.

The prototype is now.

Distinct ripples spread in all directions. After drawing the power of silence, the magic tainted by darkness swayed into a circle of black waves, just like an evil eye opened its pupils, looking for that different kind of light in the dark horizon.