Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 185 Black technology in the magic world?

Early the next morning, Harry was woken up by the knock on the door of 'Tuk Tuk Tuk'.

"Fox? Why are you knocking on my forehead?"

Harry opened his sleepy eyes, and looked helplessly at Fox, who was standing next to his pillow, "No wonder I dreamed that someone knocked on the door and urged me to update, so it was you."

"Googoogoogoo~~cuckoo!!!"

Fox, who was pulled into Harry's arms and rubbed violently, uttered a panicked cry. Although it was said to be a phoenix, that was a translation problem. Fox's correct name should be Phoenix, and he was not related to him. Quite close, the phoenix is ​​a magical creature in the east, with the most beautiful and gorgeous tail feathers in the world. It is called a beast, and it is received incense and temple offerings there.

Fox's noise caused other people in the dormitory to rub their eyes and stand up, followed by exclamations one after another.

"Harry!"

Rove lifted the quilt and rushed to Harry's bedside, "This is Fawkes? Isn't it! It's Fawkes!"

"It's the first time I've seen something alive that can move. Oh, it hurts, it hurts."

Rove, who was about to touch Fox's ass with a salty pig's hand, was pecked, and Fox, who was a little annoyed, turned his head and flapped his wings to hit Harry's head. However, the thick-skinned guy didn't respond at all. After losing a few of its own feathers, it was so helpless that it could only turn its head to comb its feathers that had been rubbed and fried.

"That's right, it's the one owned by Professor Dumbledore. You can look at it casually. If there is any magical flame, it should be more than happy to let you touch it."

"Cuckoo!" Fox gave Harry the head again, his eyes seemed to say, "I'm that kind of random bird?"

"Magic Flame?" Rove was stunned for a moment, and then sighed annoyedly, "I have it at home, but I didn't bring it with me. If I didn't raise a Thunderbird but a Phoenix, then I would definitely bring some."

"It can be credited. Anyway, I'm going home today, right. I can give it after I come back from Christmas."

Harry, who took off his pajamas, changed into his normal clothes. He didn't need to wear a robe today. After breakfast, they could leave school quickly in the Hogwarts Express.

"On credit?" Rove's depressed eyes lit up, and he looked pitifully at Fox beside him, "I will definitely bring you magic flames of various flavors when I come back! In Grandpa's zoo, there will be spray There are hundreds of magical creatures of fire, and there are all kinds of flavors!"

Fox combed his feathers for a while, then raised his small head to look at Rove. It jumped up and moved half a step closer to Rove.

"Hahahaha, Fox, you really are a glutton."

Harry, who was overjoyed at the side, laughed out loud, but Fox ignored him. Under Rove's exquisite massage, it narrowed its eyes comfortably. Rove, who was born in the Mander family, was very experienced, but it was the first time he had touched a phoenix.

It took Harry procrastinating to change clothes and wash for about 10 minutes. Rove let go with a satisfied face, and Fox, whose feathers were combed smoothly, was also very satisfied.

"I'm done, let's go, Fox."

Harry stretched out his arms, and Fawkes jumped onto his shoulders, the claws hurting Harry.

"Wow, you are so stingy, if I didn't tell you just now, where did you get the free massage and free snacks?"

Fox glanced at Harry, then turned his head arrogantly, how is this free?He was a snack that he sold his appearance for, even though he thought so, his paws were still half loose.

"See you later, I hope I can catch breakfast later."

Waving to his good friends, Harry left the dormitory surrounded by flames.

But this time the destination was not Dumbledore's office. Fox took him out of Hogwarts and into a very strange room.

"Welcome, Harry!"

Grindelwald greeted Harry energetically, "Welcome to Nurmengard."

"Here is my laboratory, did Voldemort bring it? Play it for me quickly. Research and research, the soul that can solidify the entity and retain the physical perception, this is a rare thing."

"Professor Grindelwald, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"If you come back later, I'm afraid you will lose Little Tom. This is a rare material, and you may not realize his value."

"Okay, give him to me." Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and Little Tom, who had been rubbed into a ball by Harry, was handed over to him.

"Wrapped with your Awakened magic power?" Grindelwald felt something was wrong when he got started, and he couldn't feel any magic power of Little Tom that fell in his hands.

"Well, this can keep it fresh and prevent him from committing suicide. The magic power of the awakened person is much higher in quality than that of ordinary wizards. The crushing of quality is the simplest and most effective way."

"Smart idea." Grindelwald nodded affirmatively, and then lit up the alchemy array on the alchemy table, "Now you can let him go, I will pinch his body."

"Oh, okay." Harry snapped his fingers, and the magic power surrounding little Tom dissipated, "Why didn't you see Professor Dumbledore?"

"Al helped me cover the shift, otherwise how do you think I came back? Someone must be watching over there, and someone with weight needs to be in charge."

"So that's how it is. Do you have anything to eat here? I came here without breakfast. I'm so hungry."

"I'll give you the knife, cut it yourself, don't burn other things when starting the fire, the seasoning is only salt."

Grindelwald waved his finger without looking back, and a knife and a glass jar filled with salt flew over. Looking in the direction of his finger, there was a juvenile Peruvian Vipertooth fixed on a shelf. , at most two or three months old, this is one of the smallest dragons in the world, and an adult is only more than three meters long.

"By the way, take [-] milliliters of venom by the way. Its poison sac is on the chest, on the right side of the heart. Don't cut it."

"Isn't there a food delivery service in the huge Nurmengard? Isn't this the base camp of the voodoo party? Doesn't it even have a kitchen?"

Harry asked in astonishment, and stabbed the unconscious Viper-toothed Dragon to death with a single knife. The knife Grindelwald gave was also an alchemy tool, and it was extremely sharp.

"S7-level laboratory, no one else has permission to enter except me and Al. Of course, the kitchen has it, and there is also your favorite German-style pork knuckle, but there is no delivery service."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and then he disemboweled, skinned and boned. Although it was his first time cooking a whole dragon, the goat-sized little guy had no difficulty in handling it.

Just as the smell of barbecue was wafting away, Grindelwald wiped his hands and came over, and he threw Little Tom into something that looked like a pressure cooker to cook.

"Wait for half an hour and it will be out of the pot, just wait."

"Oh! Come, Professor Grindelwald, I'll give you a taste of the most delicious dragon's butt."

"Can't you give me a leg? You stingy little bastard, this dragon is still mine!"

"Dragon leg meat, you old man, eat some tender ones, so as not to clog your teeth."

"Me!" Grindelwald, who was so angry that his beard was raised, glared at Harry, "Children should respect their elders." He said calmly.

"It doesn't count if you don't repair it." Harry grinned, grabbed half a rib and chewed it along with the bone.

Grindelwald, who slapped Harry on the back of the head, grinned and covered his hands. The little bastard's skull was as hard as a turtle shell, and his hand hurt from the slap.

Before waiting for half an hour, a sheep-sized Vipertooth cub was wiped out by Harry and Grindelwald. Even though Grindelwald is more than a hundred years old, his appetite is really not bad, but compared to the He also solved the ribs that were less than half a leaf.

After eating and drinking, Harry sat lazily on the ground, "Professor." Harry asked Grindelwald while picking his teeth with small bones: "Can I ask what kind of research you are doing? I I'm quite curious, why do I have to go to the other side of the earth."

"Where is the leader of the research? If it weren't for this, I wouldn't want to go so far, but the content of the research is not something that can't be said."

Grindelwald also sat on the floor with Harry without any pretensions, "Isn't it about to start a war with the abyss now? In the past few years or ten years, we found out a bit too late, and it's too late to add everything together. Given us less than 20 years of preparation time, the magic world has been peaceful for too long, so long that most wizards don't know what fighting is."

"The content of the research is related to this. In the past ten years, we have basically solved the technical difficulties, and now we have entered the testing stage. Next year, we should be able to start small-scale testing and use, and in two years at the latest, it will Be the best prop for us to train recruits."

"The in-depth super-realistic simulated war system uses sophisticated alchemy matrix and artificial living creatures to build a super-large virtual illusion. A wizard can wear a magic network terminal and use a super-dream spell to connect to the core of the illusion, and project part of his consciousness in this way. into the illusion."

"The framework of this technology has been built. What has not yet been resolved are some necessary details, such as the threshold limit of perception conduction. If this problem cannot be solved, it is very likely that the death of the wizard in the dream will affect reality. People can die if they are killed.”

"Brain dead?" Harry spit out the word dryly, his mind was in a mess at the moment, what happened to this world?How many centuries has England been behind the world?Is the era he is living in now really the end of 1992?Not 2992?
"You actually know this?" Grindelwald looked at Harry in surprise, "That's right, brain dead, you think you are dead, so you die, people can fool themselves to death, so we Sensitive conduction needs to be suppressed."

"Including Voldemort—" Grindelwald pointed to the pressure cooker that was set on fire, "The materialization of his soul and body is not important, there have been achievements in this regard in the East, hundreds of years ago, But the ability to fully simulate the physical senses is worth studying, and it may be of great help to the dream project, to make up for the illusion of sensory simulation, real sense is a very important part."

"Do you think I came back in such a hurry because I want to play with you with this little toy?" Grindelwald raised his chin, showing the face of an old man, "I'm a serious person, how could I be with you? Childish as a little bastard."

However, Grindelwald did not get enough feedback from Harry. After hearing Grindelwald say this, Harry fell into unbelievable self-doubt. He was silent, silent and silent .

"Scared you, boy?"

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, but then hesitated, and instead grabbed a steel pipe from nowhere and hit Harry on the head.

"DUANG~~~"

Harry scratched his hair to express his indifference, and casually tied the steel pipe in Grindelwald's hand and threw it back.

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Grindelwald looked at the deformed steel pipe in his hand, and after being stunned for a while, he muttered speechlessly: "This thing is really a human? Why don't you grab it and dissect it?"

He eagerly took out a sledgehammer that could shout 80, but after rolling up his sleeves, he put down the hammer as he was not sure about knocking Harry unconscious.

"I'm a wizard!"

Suddenly realized, Grindelwald took out his wand and turned it into a German chainsaw, battlefield tearing machine MG42, but in this world, the Germans used EG/LG/PG (electromagnetic/laser/electromagnetic) to fight World War II. Plasma Rifle) series of weapons, no MG (Machine Gun) series.

"Professor Grindelwald!"

Grindelwald was startled by Harry's snarl, and he quickly turned his wand back into the pistol form, and stuffed it behind his buttocks.

"Cough, cough, cough~" Grindelwald coughed several times with a guilty conscience, "Nothing happened just now."

"?" Harry looked at Grindelwald suspiciously, but he didn't struggle too much, "Do you want testers? The ones that don't require wages, I can do it!"

"what?"

"Oh!"

Grindelwald, who knew what Harry was talking about, nodded, "I'll talk about it when the time comes, I'll talk about it when the time comes, it's not online yet, the test phase uses death row prisoners, and the death rate is as high as 90.00% [-], now it's the stage of using human lives , just wait."

"Because of the death feedback from the dream?"

"No, there are other miscellaneous things like network fluctuations and consciousness cuts caused by disconnections. I have said that now only the main frame is built, and the details still need to be repaired. Why are you in a hurry? Anyway, it will only take a year or two. .”

"Is that enough time?"

"It's enough to use human lives to test it. Maybe half of the problems will be solved in the next month. The most indispensable thing in the magic world is a miracle. Aren't you a miracle?"

"Why are you involved with me again?" Harry looked at Grindelwald in a daze.

"In terms of inappropriateness, you are definitely a miracle in the magic world. Even the group of savages in Africa who scribbled on their bodies are probably not as strong as you."

"I really want to dissect it." Grindelwald touched Harry's big arm, his eyes sparkling.

Harry shrank his neck, moved half a step to the side, and squinted at Grindelwald, "Your old man is so obscene that you actually want me."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in muscle clubs anyway, Little Tom should be done soon, I'll talk about it when I dig out the stuff in his brain, but this may directly damage him, this guy's Occlumency It’s no worse than Al’s, and it’s very difficult to dig something out.”

"What if he said it himself?" Harry's mouth curled into a smirk. There are many interesting ways to break a person's will.

"He dares to say, do you dare to believe it?" Grindelwald asked with a smile on his lips.

"Don't dare, I'd better dig it out by hand. Anyway, there are still several Horcruxes. If it is worn out, just replace it with another one. Multiple verifications."

"A wise choice." Grindelwald nodded. "I'm so familiar with this kind of bad embryo. Veritaserum doesn't work for them. True lie, didn't this thing just come out of your mouth?"

"You can take a look at the stack of reports on the table. Anyway, you have nothing to do now. Regarding Black, this guy has caused quite a lot of trouble. The Magic Council has just issued a reward for him."

"How do you say that?"

"Your godfather killed the Aurors of the Magic Council, and several researchers. The announced death toll is 11, but I'm sure there is water in it, because seven of them were killed by my people."

"North America is very chaotic right now, very chaotic."

Grindelwald patted Harry on the shoulder, then stepped aside and started busy.

"Is that so?"

Harry frowned and picked up the thick report.

(End of this chapter)