Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 192 Tom Riddle: I'm Growing Cotton for My Lord

"Avada Kedavra!"

The cobweb-like green light of death blooms under the night!

Dozens of chain killing green lights shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and the ebony wood gun body was wrapped in black cloth, only the black hole of the muzzle was exposed.

And in front of the gunfire blooming, the wailing uttered in the face of death resounded everywhere!
The death of more than thirty people in an instant caused the group of bloodhounds to flee in panic.

"Don't you want the gun of Longinus?! Bastards!"

"Get rid of me, and you can take it away!"

The handsome face is unappreciated, but the smile like a ghost is branded in the hearts of every hunter who comes for the bounty. Endless regret and fear fill every crack in their hearts at this moment, but greed and unwillingness And filled the veins of their whole body.

Target name: Voldemort
Crimes: Forcing the Magic Congress to cause havoc and casualties, using the Imperius Curse to cause widespread chaos, and snatching the Gun of Longinus.

Bounty: 150 million Galleons (all seized must be handed over)
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three hours ago.

"According to Articles [-], [-], and [-] of the Immigration Control Law of the Magic Congress, please hand in your wand and cooperate with us to go to the designated place for registration."

"We just repeat it."

Five black muzzles aimed at Harry's body from all directions. When he passed through the security curtain and entered North America, the Aurors on duty found his trace, and a hidden magic mark fell on Harry. , during the effective period, no matter where Harry went, as long as he was still within the territory of the Magic Congress, it would be marked on the map.

The formulaic questioning was full of impatience. The Aurors had repeated such words countless times. There were too many wizards who smuggled into the country from various borders. If it was a month ago, Harry might not even have been able to wait until now. The arrival of the group of Aurors.

"Don't be so nervous, friend."

Harry turned around slowly, his face was illuminated by the not-so-bright moonlight, and the young Voldemort had a faint smile on his face, elegant and graceful.

"Another white pig."

The moment Harry turned around, a disgusted shout came from the darkness, "Raise your hands, kneel down, and accept the examination!"

In this country with sharp contradictions between black and white, conflicts due to skin color occur every day. Maybe the high-level people will greet each other with smiles for various reasons, but the lower the level, the more acute the conflict. Point was sent out to carry out the task, and the Auror who was perfectly integrated with the night was full of resentment at the moment.

"Maybe you need to rephrase it, nigger."

The face with an elegant smile turned cold, and Harry, who had dealt with Voldemort a lot, perfectly reproduced the contemptuous and disdainful expression of the genuine Voldemort.

"I can mercifully give you a decent death."

With a 'swish', the man who was originally standing on the top of the tall building disappeared in an instant, five staggered red lights penetrated the position where he was originally standing, and a trace of cold sweat broke out from the foreheads of this group of people. They should have already You should have used the anti-apparition spell.

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice with a soft tone came from behind them, it was the voice of the goddamn guy they heard before.

But it was too late to turn around, and just as they were about to pull the trigger again to kill the white-skinned bastard, they heard the sound of the trigger being pulled.

"The soul is out of the body."

Five consecutive shots of the Imperius Curse hit their backs in an instant. Single-shot bursts of spells were what White Ivory was best at. Within a range of less than ten meters, Harry was able to draw his gun in an instant with a hundred hits.

It is impossible to kill people. Although their attitudes are a bit harsh, they are only performing official duties. As smugglers, they are a little bit unreasonable, but now they are the Dark Lord, and role-playing is also needed.

This group of Aurors, who can be perfectly invisible in the dark, each used polymorphing, and opened up a piece of land that required hard work on the roof of the tall building.

"Sure enough, the only one who grows cotton is Neko. Now you know what you should do at night, right? It's wrong to come out to scare people, especially insulting an elegant Dark Lord."

Harry lightly straightened the neckline and smoothed out the folds on it. If you look through the robe, you will be surprised to find that no human body can be seen inside the black robe.

Harry, who wears the invisibility cloak as a lining, can actually avoid the curse just now. He has realized the correct use of the invisibility cloak, how could he fail to ensure his own safety when he goes deep into a dangerous situation.

A few Aurors walked aside silently, and the concrete roof was soon covered with a thick layer of soil. They used the transfiguration technique to conjure up a handful of hoes, took off their coats, and worked enthusiastically on the new building. Plow the land.

Although they may have never touched a hoe before, when they held the handle of the hoe, the instinct branded in their blood was awakened. Every time they swung it, their blood boiled, and the glory of their ancestors seemed to come at this moment!
Harry, who had done a good deed, nodded in satisfaction. Compared with the empty and aimless life before, they must be full and happy when they are sweating at this moment.

With the surge of magic power in the body, the magic power of the awakened person shattered the magic power mark left on his body, and there was no possibility of hiding the mark that could be seen by Harry's naked eyes. In the next instant, he left the top of the tall building and disappeared into the Under the night.

The connection with Grindelwald's informant went smoothly. Harry had a communicator to contact him, but this time there was no video call, and simple voice communication was enough to complete the communication.

In the middle of the night, when the lights were still on in Papa's restaurant, a blond, blue-eyed twenty-year-old guy was eating hard, and opposite him, Harry leaned on his chin and asked with some doubts: "Why did you come to New York? They even went to eat and drink in Chinatown."

"Besides here, where else in New York can provide late-night snacks?" The blond boy who put down his fork hiccupped, "I haven't had a full meal in more than a month, that guy is too good at running."

As he spoke, a silent barrier to prevent eavesdropping unfolded, covering the two people sitting in the corner.

"Sirius Black has been arrested. He plans to cross the Rocky Mountains to Mayapan, but what he doesn't know is that the Magic Congress has blocked that mountain range. Dozens of Aurors have tied him up. It is estimated that he is staying Interrogated by the pool of mercury."

"Mercury Pool?"

"A place of execution filled with magical mercury. The mercury is highly corrosive and will melt people from the outside to the inside. In the end, even the bones will not be left. For the gun of Longinus, magic Congress can do anything."

"But that thing is not already."

"Yes, but we made a fake one and continued to confuse the water. Black was hunted down for this reason because he was unlucky. When we killed the rightful owner and got the things, Black was nearby so alive that he became Chenggou deceived everyone, but after we set up the scene and left, this guy was seen, as the only survivor at that time, don't you suspect who he suspected?"

"Not to mention." The blond boy shrugged, "The gun of Longinus is really on him."

"Um?!"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, "What's going on?"

"We just wanted to bring disaster to the east, so that the Magic Council can have fun with those red-eyed bounty hunters."

It is not a matter of a day or two between the Witch Party and the Magic Congress. Since decades ago, the grievances and grievances between them have not been severed. Grindelwald is not a guy who will forgive people easily. His tolerance is extremely limited.

"Sirius killed four Aurors on the way to escape, but unfortunately, one of them carried the gun of Longinus that we deliberately let him get."

"It is estimated that the battle damaged his clothes. This guy took off one of the Auror's robes, and stupidly wore them until he was arrested. The things were in the pockets of the robes. We also thoughtfully marked on it. A scent mark for the bloodhound to smell."

"If this guy wasn't so good at running, he should have been caught a month ago."

Suddenly, the blond boy pressed his left ear, and a new communication contacted him. After replying a few words briefly, he looked at Harry again.

"The Magic Congress has found the gun of Longinus, and the use value of Sirius is gone."

"Meaning he's going to die?" Harry frowned.

"It's possible, but Black's family is rich, maybe he can survive after spending millions of Galleons."

"What shit country?" Harry spat hard.

"Here, there is nothing that money can't buy. It's a free country." The blond brother grinned, "It seems that you plan to do something?"

"Can I get a map of the interior of the Magic Congress Building?"

Hearing Harry's words, the smile on the little brother's face became brighter and brighter.

"Of course, my friend."

"By the way, I have some news for you. You are wanted. A reward of [-] Galleons is offered. The Magic Council posted your portrait."

He nodded his glasses, "The painting is exactly the same."

"Then please tell them, my name is Voldemort, and the reward of five thousand Galleons, who do you look down on?"

"Be sure to bring it, my friend, if you need help, you are welcome."

A 3D map of magic projection was sent to Harry in less than 5 minutes. After quickly memorizing the entire layout of the Magic Congress building, orange-red flames quickly engulfed the entire map. The magical radiance that was raised dissipated, and the night wind blew away the burning embers.

"It's really exciting."

The black robe was lightly rolled, and there was a dark figure blending into the night in front of the Woolworth Building in New York.

(End of this chapter)