Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts Gamekeeper and Keeper of Keys."

A giant with a height of more than three meters and arms as thick as a waist cast a huge shadow. His voice was so loud that the chandelier trembled.

However, the expression on his face was very kind, with a smiling face under his messy beard, his eyes were not big, but they were dark and shiny, very energetic.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

Hagrid looked at Aunt Petunia, who had red and swollen eyes, and the envelope in her hand.

"It seems that you have received a letter from Hogwarts, and that's why I'm here."

"Please sit down."

Uncle Vernon, who came back to his senses, pointed to the empty sofa beside him, and Hagrid occupied most of the seats with one buttocks. Even if he sat down, his body was more than three meters tall, and his body like a city wall was still very impressive. big pressure.

"Your name is Penny, right? I met you ten years ago."

After sitting down, Hagrid said to Aunt Petunia, "Maybe you didn't see me. I just pulled Harry out of the rubble at that time. I didn't go forward because I was afraid to scare you at night."

"You rescued me from the ruins?"

Harry asked hesitantly.

"I found you. Your mother protected you very well, and she protected you with her life. I tore down the collapsed ruins and found you from the pile of stones. There was magic to open up the space for you. That is the last legacy of your mother."

Hagrid pointed with his thick fingers to his forehead, Harry's forehead.

"Your scar is a symbol of your mother protecting you, and it's also a trace left by that guy of yours."

"Voldemort?"

The sofa under Hagrid made an overwhelming noise as the giant on it shook violently.

"Yes." Hagrid nodded with a stiff face. "Few people in the wizarding world would say his name directly. We call him Mysterious Man."

"You-Know-Who?" Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was only when he heard the word with his own ears that Harry felt an incomprehensible strange emotion, "I really don't know who he is, maybe he is a A heinous villain, a scum of all kinds, a demented dictator and butcher."

"But at least you shouldn't. At least you shouldn't lose your courage. He has failed. He is not invincible. I don't understand why you are afraid, to be afraid of a person who has disappeared."

"You don't know what that guy did." Hagrid quickly explained, "Not everyone has lost their courage."

"What did he do, genocide? Millions of people died at his hands?"

Hagrid shook his head slightly. All the wizards in the wizarding world combined didn't have so many wizards.

"What about human experiments? Dissect people without injecting anesthesia, experiment with erosive gas on people, watch their skin fester and muscles melt, or inject them with viruses, create burns, and then study how to cure them?"

Hagrid continued to shake his head, inexplicably, some strange images appeared in his mind, which made him shiver.

"Then what did he do?" Harry asked seriously, looking into Hagrid's eyes.

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Hagrid originally wanted to say: The mysterious man killed many innocent people and tortured many people who disobeyed him with the Cruciatus Curse, but when the words came to his lips, Hagrid didn't know why he couldn't say it.

Harry opened a large tome, an illustrated "NC War Crimes Record", and he showed Hagrid the black and white photos in it.

"Perhaps we, who do not belong to the magical world, have won a sad victory in terms of inhumanity."

Harry shoved the book into Hagrid's arms, "You can take a look at it, it contains a whole hell, your so-called Mysterious Man, is he really that scary?"

"Let you dare not mention his name after ten years."

"You should be braver, big man, you are ten times stronger than me, you should be braver than me." Harry stared into Hagrid's eyes, "Right?"

"You dug me out of the ruins, and you should have seen my hero's parents who died in front of me."

Hagrid fell silent under the determined gaze.

"Yes."

Hagrid stared at the black-and-white photos of the illustrations on the pages of the book. Obviously, the people in these photos didn't move, they were just rigid frames, but he seemed to see countless pairs of despairing, numb eyes staring at him. This drawing of hell is soaked in inhumanity cruelty.

"Yes. Voldemort."

He said the name, but he didn't tremble anymore, because there was a more terrifying picture in his heart. He dismissed the so-called horror of the Dark Lord with disdain. Pure torture and death are not worth mentioning in front of the picture of human extinction. .

Maybe it's because the small wizarding world can't bring about a big picture, even if it's fear.

"I have one last thing to ask you, Hagrid."

"What's the matter?" Hagrid put away the book Harry handed him, and stuffed it into his bottomless pocket.

"Is there a monument?"

"What?"

Seeing the puzzlement on Hagrid's face, Harry waved his hand.

"Looks like I have to go there, Aunt Petunia."

Harry sat down again, sitting next to Petunia, "I need to go there, whether it's for myself or for my parents."

"Sorry Dudley, you can only go alone, Smelting, but when I become an adult and graduate over there, I should be seventeen, right?" Harry glanced at Hagrid and saw that he nodded. Nodding, "If I still had time at that time, Nuli might be able to go to the Royal Military Academy with you. I was not yet eighteen at that time."

"I'll wait for you, brother."

Dudley thumped his chest and nodded to Harry.

Things that I thought would take a lot of effort to do well were finalized in a very short period of time. Harry acted vigorously. After carefully inquiring about the knowledge necessary for admission, at nine o'clock in the morning, Harry and Hagrid Standing on the road in the small garden of the Dursleys' house, they were going to Diagon Alley to purchase some necessary items for admission.

Uncle Vernon's car couldn't fit Hagrid in, so they had to go to the nearest station to go to London by Muggle way, which refers to people who can't use magic.

With Hagrid around, no matter how crowded the public transportation is, there will be no major problems. People will actively avoid this huge mountainous man. Even if they can't, Hagrid can easily squeeze out of the way. Harry just Just follow him.

After tossing and tossing for almost two hours, they finally came to the vicinity of their destination. This is an old commercial street with dense pedestrians. There is music coming from the record store, but it is not clear.

"The Leaky Cauldron, Muggles can't see its door, but occasionally people get in by mistake. It's a famous place."

Hagrid pushed open a hidden wooden door next to the record store that passers-by subconsciously ignored, and bent over and walked in, followed by Harry.

In front of the eyes is a dimly lit hall, where there are many drunks in strange clothes, there are a few crumpled old women drinking sherry in the corner, one of them is smoking a long pipe, exhaling some pungent green smoke , the environment here can't be described as a mess, the floor with the feeling of stepping on shit seems to be covered with a thick blanket of creep, with a disgusting stickiness.

"Hasn't the floor been washed in decades, Hagrid?"

Harry rubbed his boots, frowning.

"Maybe." Hagrid shrugged nonchalantly, since he'd been like this since he first came here anyway.

The people in the bar seemed to be very familiar with Hagrid, everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him.

"According to the old rules, Hagrid?" the barkeeper behind the bar asked Hagrid loudly, the wrinkles on his walnut face stretched out.

"No, Tom, I'm doing work for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the boss Tom on the shoulder with that huge palm, and he couldn't dodge it, and was almost pushed to the ground.

"My God!" The bar owner looked at Harry at the side after propping himself up, and said carefully, "This is—is this——"

There was a sudden silence in the bar.

"Ouch!" whispered Tom the boss, "Harry Potter—with all due respect!"

He hurried out from behind the bar, ran towards the sea, grabbed his hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

All eyes were on Harry, people stood up excitedly, the sound of pulling chairs was heard everywhere, people wanted to come up to shake Harry's hand, Hagrid was smiling, but Harry's face was a bit cold.

"Voldemort."

The bar that had just been bustling was frozen as if it had encountered a Siberian cold snap.

"It seems that there are still a small number of people with courage."

Harry stepped forward, "Ten years have passed, right, where are the people who dare to stand up against the dark and evil?"

His eyes swept across the audience, and no one dared to look at him.

"Let's go, Hagrid." Harry withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

Hagrid followed in Harry's footsteps, and they went deep into the Leaky Cauldron, behind the eyes of the crowd.