Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

How are you doing, man.

After Harry entered the black and silver projection constructed by the black and silver vortex, a young male voice sounded beside Harry.

Turning his head, Harry saw a boy wearing a Hogwarts uniform sitting cross-legged on the floor. There was an oven in front of him, and there were many meat skewers with iron skewers on it.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Setilaris Suggie, a seventh-year student at Hufflepuff College. I'm going to graduate in two months. This is what I shared before I left Hogwarts. Of course, what I said may not be correct, because I can't find another similar person who can communicate with me to verify my research and discoveries, but I hope that these things I left behind can provide some help to future friends.

The ancient wizards are too far away from us. Sett sighed while flipping the skewers: I really want to see the once magnificent magic world. In that era, although magic was not as exquisite as it is now, I know that that era belongs to our era, the era of awakened wizards.

You should also know what the awakened person means, right? Even if no one has explained it to us, we just know it.

It's amazing, it's amazing, it's like the knowledge is there in our heads when we're born, and it thaws out a little bit as we grow up, is that our innate instinct? Maybe it's just me? It makes me feel like I'm more like a magical creature. They're not the same as wizards. They don't need to learn magic. They have learned that magic innately. They just have to wait to grow.

Sett picked a piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth, not afraid of burning his mouth at all.

At the beginning, I didn't feel that I was special compared to other wizards. Before I came to Hogwarts, I studied with a wild wizard. He was my uncle. After my parents abandoned me, he picked me up from the garbage dump and raised me. He told me that I was a wizard, not a monster in the eyes of Muggles.

Maybe something happened when I was born? Sett grinned. It doesn't matter. The wizarding world is indeed different from the Muggle world. It's kind of me that they didn't throw me into the cesspit to drown. I don't blame them. Anyway, they died too. It seems that they died of some infectious disease? Anyway, that's what their neighbors said. When I was ten years old, my uncle took me back to have a look.

The first time I discovered that I was different was the second month after I came to Hogwarts. If the fat monk has finished talking about my story with you, you should know that I entered the Forbidden Forest that day to find a ball-stalking bird. Then I saw the group of bastards, the group of poachers. They caught Fick, which was the beautiful blue ball-swimming bird. The group of bastards were afraid that the ball-stalking bird would run away, so they killed it as soon as they caught it, right in front of me.

They plucked Fick's feathers, cut open his stomach, and skillfully took away all valuable materials. In their eyes, my little friend is just a golden gallon delivered to the door.

But what can I do?

Sett bit the barbecue, and his voice was a bit vague, I only mastered some basic magic at that time. Although my uncle is a wizard, his magic power is only a little higher than that of a squib, and he doesn't need many magic tricks. I almost learned all my spells after I came to Hogwarts.

Maybe I can use Extinction Weapon on them? Then single-handedly take out a dozen of them?

Well, that's what I did, and I nearly went mad after seeing that, and charged up like a reckless Gryffindor idiot, and I yelled - disarm!

Harry saw Sett draw his gun like lightning, and pulled the trigger forward. Only then did Harry realize that there were several wooden stakes erected in front of Sett's oven.

The red curse hit one of them, and with a miserable wail, the guy whose teeth and limbs were forcibly torn off by invisible giant hands completely lost all parts that could be used as weapons, and turned into a fire hydrant spurting blood.

My magic seems to be different, especially when I want to vent something and make my mood happy, my magic will become very strange.

By the way, you don't have to pity those guys in front of you. They are poachers, thieves, and murderers. None of them are innocent. If you insist on saying that the crime does not warrant death, then I can't help it. I think this kind of punishment is appropriate for them. Here, I am the law.

I don't know if you've noticed something, my friend.

Sett raised his head and looked in Harry's direction. If Harry didn't know that it was just a magical projection, he would have thought that this senior who was more than a hundred years older than him was here now.

No for us, to be exact, for me, killing is the most effective way to make me stronger, maybe not just killing, using the right methods to treat the right people, this kind of behavior will make my magic power grow stronger at an unusual speed.

I haven't figured out what's going on yet, but I can tell you with certainty that the power of emotions and emotions can not only make spells stronger, but also make guys like us stronger.

During the fifteen years we lived with my uncle, we lived very cautiously. He was a wild wizard who was no better than a squib, and I was a wild child who was taught and raised by a wild wizard. I don't know if you have seen the bottom of the magic world, but I don't want you to really touch them. Believe me, that is a place more disgusting than a swamp that emits a foul smell.

Sometimes I even look forward to the world of Muggles. They have social relief, at least they will give you a bite to eat to prevent people from starving to death, and you can also work hard to earn a sum of money that can support your life.

But at the bottom of the wizarding world, these are luxuries that are never seen.

I have encountered those bastards countless times, but in order to live, I have to swallow my anger and choose to bow my head. When I came to Hogwarts, went to the Forbidden Forest, and found a way to punish those bastards with the means I thought was appropriate, my mood became smoother. I released the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, and my magic power expanded rapidly as I continued to kill those bastards.

I realized that I am different, and I also understand that I am not a simple wizard. I am an awakened one, and I can use those powerful magic like those ancient wizards.

Because we are not human in a sense, we are above human beings—gods.

After Sett finished eating all the barbecue, he picked up a knife and cut a piece of meat on a beef leg. There was no arrogance on his face, but a little carelessness.

This is not telling you that we are born noble or superior. You'd better not believe a word of that bullshit. I will tell you a little secret. I accidentally discovered it when I was researching a curse. Those pure-blood wizards who claim to be noble are actually a bunch of bastards. This is not a curse, just like I call myself a god. This is a statement, a statement of fact.

They are hybrids of beasts, and the blood of those magical creatures flows in their bodies. They are not pure humans, but hybrids that retain their human form. The more noble they are, the longer their history is, the more blood of beasts in their bodies.

One of my girlfriends is from the Greengrass family. She is a pure-blood, but she is a good girl. It is rare for me, a Muggle-born, to treat me coldly. The women in their family have always been plagued by blood curses. If they don't take medicine for a long time, they will be transformed into animals due to the blood curse. From about thirty years old, their transformation will take longer and longer, until they are completely animalized.

That was a poor girl. Although I broke up with me due to family reasons, I got a tube of blood from her and discovered the secret of the so-called pure blood.

Let's get back to the topic, the question about God.

The sound of the flame roasting the meat sounded again.

What do you think is magic?

Is the summoned flame a real flame?

Sett raised the muzzle of the gun and lightly pulled the trigger: flaming, and a mass of burning flames floated above the muzzle of the gun.

I don't know if you have researched the spell, but I have taken the time to explore it seriously. I found that the flame summoned by the spell is not a real flame. Although this fire has all the characteristics of a flame, it is not a real flame.

He took a piece of split wood from the side, and then lit it with the flame from the muzzle of the gun. Almost instantly, the damp wood burned violently and turned into a small torch.

This is the real fire, the natural fire.

Sett threw the burning wood into a bucket filled with water, and with a squeak, the burning wood was extinguished, and then he threw the burning flame on the muzzle of the gun into the water, and the water in the bucket burst into bubbles, and began to boil within a short time.

The magic flame cannot be extinguished by any non-magical means. At least when it is burning, no matter whether it is placed in an airtight container or placed under water, the flame will not be extinguished until the magic power is exhausted. But if we use other means, such as - magic power.

Sett stretched out his hand to grab at the front, and a prisoner tied to a wooden stake was dragged over.

Strong stimulation will cause the magic power in the wizard to overflow. Saying that, Seti stretched out his hand and broke the captive's arm, as easily as breaking a tree branch. There was a dull scream, and Harry saw light blue smoke rising from the wizard's body. The magic power of ordinary wizards is light blue, and Harry knew this very well.

Another magical flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and then landed on the guy's chest, burning quietly.

But as the flames burned, the burning pain caused the wizard to twitch and struggle crazily, and his overflowing magic power also increased. In just three to five seconds, the magic flame that could have been burning for a long time was wrapped by the rising magic power, and then completely extinguished.

The magic flame can be extinguished with more magic power. Of course, spells can also be used, which is more efficient. Using magic power to extinguish it is a stupid way, but it is also effective.

The magic of a wizard can conjure many things, but in essence, the things transformed by magic are imitation, not creation.

Transfiguration is the best example. A false thing transformed by magic can never become real, because it is imitating, not changing or creating.

But we can.

Sett snapped the half-dead captive's neck, ending his pain, and then spoke seriously.

yol (fire)

He spat out an odd word, and a tiny flame lit his fingertips.

That's why I think we are not human beings, but should be called gods. Although I don't like the word god very much, I hate the feeling of superiority, but why don't there be other exact words that can describe what we do well?

I'm not 100% sure that this flame was created out of nothing by me, but at least it is a genuine flame, a somewhat special one that is completely consistent with a natural flame, and is not a flame simulated by the imitation nature of magic power.

It can be extinguished— Sett slowly submerged his fingers into the bucket, and the rootless fire was extinguished by the water.

It can be manipulated by me at will— As Seti continued to pour black and silver magic power into it, the flame swelled to the size of a fist and heated up rapidly. After being thrown far away by Seti, the fist-sized flame floated at a height of more than ten meters. Its color changed from orange-red to yellow-white at the beginning, and then to blue-blue. After a pause for a few seconds, the flame turned into a strange purple.

The rising high temperature caused the temperature around the flame to rise sharply, and the distorted air caused the shape of the flame to fluctuate. The grass ten meters below began to carbonize and turn black, and the soil began to turn red and melt.

When the flame faded from purple and gradually turned colorless, the terrifying high temperature burned out a piece of hot lava, and the captives tied to the stakes struggled violently like never before. When the terrifying high temperature hit, their hair and clothes were ignited, and the ropes were also burnt.

According to Muggles, God created the world, and I, did I create a flame at this moment?

The colorless heat source that distorted the air disappeared, but the uncooled lava pool on the ground was still tumbling with bubbles. It was not an illusion, but a trace left by a group of flames.

Those magic words that we can understand without our learning, do they have the secret to create the world?

This will be the goal I plan to spend my whole life pursuing and exploring after graduation. I want to figure out the true meaning of these words. I am an adult, and I also feel that my growth has come to an end. Even if I continue to become stronger, I can't continue to obtain the knowledge that is passed down through blood.

Here, I want to share with you, my companion, my friend, the knowledge that belongs to me. I hope that one day, some of us will find all the runes, try it out, try it boldly, whether we can create a real world and achieve a miracle like a god.

yol-fire, wuld-whirlwind, strun-storm, bah-fury, qo-lightning, mul-strength, qua-protection, slen-flesh, Evenaar-extinction.

This is all I have inherited, and I also hope that you can leave the knowledge you have inherited, so that one day, our successor can complete all the puzzles and touch the miracle that belongs to the gods.

Sett waved to Harry, then pointed forward, Behind that wall is my laboratory at Hogwarts, and there is a small gift in it, maybe you will like it.

The magic projection gradually dissipated, and a black and silver vortex slowly rotated in the middle of the room, waiting for the next visitor to wake it up.