Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

This is a massacre, a one-sided massacre with only one protagonist.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of transactions in this huge black market, the anti-apparition spell covered the area, and the combat power of the wizards who lost the most important mobility was dropped by half. He fought back, but couldn't touch the hem of the attacker's clothes.

Ignoring the constant flickering, shifting, and rolling of the attacker of the anti-apparition spell here, that dexterous posture is an elegant cheetah, and the fleeting green light of death is constantly blooming in his hands, almost every breath , more than a dozen, or even dozens of wizards died under this tragic green lightning chain.

The remaining people who were driven to a corner of the market almost collapsed at this moment. They had no idea what they had done to offend such a terrible lunatic, a man who used the Unforgivable Curse as a level A madman!

Even the most evil dark wizards in the magic world dare not do this. What makes them even more unbelievable is, when did the Killing Curse change from a single-target death spell to a group attack spell in the form of a chain lightning?

The ultra-efficient massacre broke their defenses. If it was just a simple Killing Curse, they wouldn't be so scared. After all, there were hundreds of people present. If it is, the green death light that can spread in all directions wants to kill them all, but it only needs to flash and appear dozens of times.

The soft-boned poachers tearfully dropped the wands in their hands. They cried and knelt down on the ground, begging the devil who kept harvesting life like a god of death with the most humble voice and demeanor.

All the guys who dared to fight back were killed, and the rest of the guys didn't have any thoughts of resistance in their hearts.

Maybe it was their humble appearance that touched the remaining conscience of the god of death? Or maybe killing this group of guys who gave up their resistance wouldn't give them the pleasure of killing?

The flickering figure stopped. He stood on the roof of a two-story building, looking down indifferently.

Harry stepped forward quickly, he was very interested in this person who started the death massacre! Because he saw something similar to him in this person, the black and silver magic power should be the traces he left here, and the trick to turn the killing curse into a piece of killing also came from this.

Before the green light of the Killing Curse flashes, a hidden ripple will appear on the wizards who are spread by the green light. The black and silver hidden ripples are like positioning coordinates. They will pull the power of the Killing Curse to spread and disperse. Then accurately hit every marked guy.

Harry didn't know how the mark was made, but the secret of this area-of-the-range Kedavra was no longer elusive.

After the god of death appeared, the crowd was stunned for a moment, and then they seemed to be begging harder and harder. Harry couldn't hear the voice of the group, this weird historical fragment and the pensieve Reading memory is different. The world made of black, white and gray is like an ancient black and white movie, a dull silent drama, and the only bright color in this black and white movie is the protagonist who caused the killing.

It was a young face, an unusually young face. The guy who was considered a lunatic was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform with a Hufflepuff college badge pinned to his chest, and the little golden badger was standing proudly He turned his head, looking down at everything in front of him with disdainful and disdainful eyes.

"Hogwarts is my place."

The young Hogwarts student spoke flatly, with a cold tone.

"Since the Forbidden Forest is the property of Hogwarts, it should belong to me."

"You bastards, trespassed without the owner's permission, and poached my wealth!"

He glanced at the magical creatures locked in the cage, and a sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.

"I have used the most gentle means to drive you away, but now you still dare to ask for forgiveness without knowing what is good or bad!"

"Despicable offal! Rotten meat! After committing such an unforgivable crime, you still want me to let you go?"

"Since you don't like my gentle methods, then—"

Dozens of incantations interrupted his words, and the moment the incantations burst out, he had already Apparated to the sky above the crowd.

"Die!"

"Strun-bah-qo!"

The incomprehensible roar seemed to be reciting some mysterious incantation, and the bewildered wizard below could only see the sky that suddenly darkened, the raging wind swept by, and the leaden gray clouds brewed terrifying thunder.

Unlike those confused people, Harry seemed to understand the meaning of this obscure language, 'A furious storm is brewing thunder'!

But when this weird spell appeared, Harry also saw the massive black and silver magic power erupting from that person. The ancient magic power rushing into the sky like a black tide changed the sky in an instant, and the dark clouds that resounded through the thunder disappeared in the blink of an eye. It took shape in an instant. It was not an illusion of magic, but a thundercloud natural disaster that distorted reality with magic and forcibly shaped it with magic power.

Perhaps compared to this, the Killing Curse that makes people die directly is indeed a 'gentle' way.

"Evenaar!"

When this cold word called 'extinction' was spit out, the thunder in the sky turned into a torrent of water and bombarded down at this moment, and millions of thunder and lightning poured down like a waterfall. The magic barrier erected hastily by the poachers only persisted for a moment, and then immediately melted away.

But the expected big explosion did not appear, and the lightning was restrained within a controllable range. After the dazzling thunder disappeared, countless water mist rose from a deep pit flowing with crimson magma.

As the thundercloud dissipated, sparse water droplets barely extinguished the boiling lava, turning it into a floor as rough and hard as obsidian.

"Fly around."

The man who fell from the sky pulled the trigger casually. Only then did Harry realize that he was holding a beautiful Browning M1935 in his hand. If he is really a student of Hogwarts, then he has done something that most adult wizards have never done. Harry has only seen such high-end goods with changed skins in the hands of professors. , wizards who can achieve this kind of change are not only rare, but also quite uncommon.

The corpses of the wizards he killed before were randomly discarded by magic into this steaming pit. Hundreds of corpses of wizards filled the pit to the brim. If it was covered with soil, it would be a huge grave , but it is a pity that the people who have done all this obviously have no idea of ​​​​letting them go to the ground.

The cages that imprisoned the magical creatures were opened one after another, and the released magical creatures ran away in a hurry. At this moment, the black and white world began to collapse. In the blink of an eye, Harry returned to the position he was in just now.

Harry glanced at the scattered human bones under his feet, and took a few steps back after a moment of silence.

"Fly around."

In the exposed corpse wilderness, an unknown number of years of rotten bones were dug out of the ground, and they were buried in a deep pit with smooth edges, which was the hole blasted out when the thunder fell.

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