Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Harry went to the auditorium with a dark face. Although he didn't particularly want to play the Boggart dress-up game, it was very uncomfortable to blow himself up in front of him.

"I look handsome and handsome in Yushu Linfeng, what's so scary?"

"Laughing fart, Rove!" Harry kicked Rove angrily, and the guy's face almost cracked with laughter, causing many people to look at the mentally handicapped caring eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Rove, who still had a twitching smile on his face, covered his mouth, scaring Boggart to death. This is probably the first time in the history of magic.

"Oh, your bird is in my hands, and I'll take it to Hagrid later."

After Harry dropped this sentence coldly, the smile on Rove's face immediately froze, and he fell down instantly. He looked at Harry pitifully, but his lips twitched a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

‘It’s dad who’s sorry for you, Neil, my good son. Woo hoo. You’re going to be arrested at a young age. Woo hoo.’

When the smile on Rove's face was transferred to Harry's face, Harry, who had a big appetite, spun eighteen steaks in a row. After filling his stomach, he hummed a little song and walked towards the gate of Hogwarts. Rove followed him with a nervous face. After all, this was his son's first time. As a father, he had to check.

The two soon came across the grass to the door of Hagrid's hut, but they didn't knock. Hagrid didn't cook in the house, but set up a huge grill and shared meat and fire whiskey with Norbert.

Hagrid, who had eaten earlier than them, had almost finished his meal. If it wasn't for the need to feed Norbert, he would probably have cleaned up the food waste. After seeing Harry coming, Hagrid waved at him.

"I brought the Thunderbird, Hagrid. This is Rove, my roommate. He also brought the Thunderbird."

"By the way, I also caught something interesting today, do you think it's possible for this guy to crossbreed?"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a .

"Peeves?"

Hagrid stared at Harry in bewilderment, "How did you catch this guy? Has anyone ever caught Peeves in the history of Hogwarts?"

"Why doesn't he run away?"

Hagrid reached out and poked Peeves' stomach, probably because he accidentally used too much force. Peeves, who was already in a tight knot, was crushed into a puddle and spread flat in Harry's palm when Hagrid poked it down with one finger, but this also allowed him to untie the knot smoothly and regain his freedom.

"You, Uncle Peeves, I—a dog thief!!!"

Before Peeves could stand up, Peeves, who was caught by Harry's sharp eyes and hands, let out an angry scream.

"Please forgive me, my lord"

He said to Harry with drooping eyelids, "I promise I won't—hey! I'm free!"

Unexpectedly, Peeves, who didn't expect Harry to let go of his hand again, quickly flew up, and his originally flattering expression suddenly changed: "Wait and see, brat, if I don't mess with you, Mr. Peeves, hey, hey, hey, hey!"

"What kind of thing hit Master Peeves! I... I kneel down to you."

A group of black shadows formed behind Peeves, who looked exactly like Harry silently smiled kindly at Peeves, and knocked him out of the sky with a brain crash.

"You try running one more time?"

"Don't run away, don't run away, I, Peeves, will be your most loyal son-in-law from now on." Peeves put on his flattering smile again, and his tone was that sincere.

Compared with wizards, Peeves has a more intuitive perception of creatures like silence. Even just smelling the ghostly thing born from the dark will of chaos makes his calves tremble. This is a natural enemy-like intuition. Even if Peeves knows that no one can kill himself in Hogwarts, he also knows that sometimes it is not death that is called suffering, such as Dumbledore's confinement, which is the shadow of Peeves' life.

"Harry, what is this? Is it silent?"

As Newt Scamander's grandson, Rove can be considered well-informed. His vision is much wider than other young wizards. Even some professors don't have as many magical things as he has seen. He is not too unfamiliar with Momo. His grandfather once got one.

"Hmm, silently, the controlled one, don't worry that he will go crazy."

The black shadow merged into Harry's body, just as silently as he had appeared.

"Huh~"

Rove let out a long breath, "You really scared me, my grandpa told me, forget it in silence, those things are useless to you anyway."

Now that Harry is sure, Rove also chose to believe him. Although this kind of thing is outrageous, but it is all in front of us, what other options are there?

"Hagrid, can Peeves be paired with some magical creature? I think this guy is quite interesting, why don't you give it a try?"

"This thing." Hagrid fell into deep thought. He really hadn't thought about what to do with Peeves, but he was often abused by Peeves when he was in school. This little thing was a bit clumsy due to Hagrid's large size, and he was bullied for a while.

"I'll try it first." Hagrid clapped his fists together and laughed cheerfully.

"What do you stupid big man want?! I warn you, my big brother is here!"

Peeves, who quickly hid behind Harry, was sticking out his tongue and making faces at Hagrid. He didn't want to experience any messy things. Tricking people was his passion all his life, but being teased was fine. As long as he had the ability, he was very happy to be teased, but Hagrid couldn't see that he was a guy who could play tricks. Peeves didn't like to play with Dumber.

"Is there such a possibility?" Harry grabbed Peeves by the neck and held him in his hands, "Your brother, I can't even beat Hagrid's hand."

"Help, help! Kill the ghost!"

The part below Peeves' head held by Hagrid directly turned into a pancake, but even so, it still didn't prevent him from screaming in panic.

"I'm thinking about it." Hagrid muttered while rolling his fingers, "What little guy would be suitable?"

"Why don't you try the Cornish elves? That guy from Lockhart got a lot of them, but they didn't come in handy in the end. I still have a basket left, which was originally intended to be used as snacks for Thestrals. Maybe it's okay to make do with it?"

"Peeves can lay eggs too? I mean isn't he a mischievous elf? Can he have babies too? Or with a Cornish elf?"

Feeling that his outlook on life has been subverted, Rove fell into a state of indescribable shock, which was no less serious than Harry scaring Boggart to death.

"Who said hybrids need to lay eggs?"

Hagrid asked with a puzzled look.

"Breeding isn't... er... some kind of mating?"

Rove asked cautiously.

"Ah? What you said. It's okay." Hagrid nodded. "I tried it before, but I found it too troublesome, so I shortened the steps."

He left for a while, then returned with a cage of Cornish elves.

Rove stared at Hagrid's actions with wide eyes.

"Although this is a bit rough, it still works. Although the things I tinkered with didn't last long, at least it was a success."

Hagrid said, and then pinched his fingers hard, and Peeves, who was directly squeezed into a piece of paper, seemed to fall from the three-dimensional space to the two-dimensional plane. After Hagrid let go, Peeves quickly slipped away like a ghost.

"This stupid big man squeezed my shit out, big brother, you want to avenge me."

Peeves, who wronged Barra, complained in Harry's ear, but Harry ignored it for the time being. He seemed to understand Hagrid's actions and was completely shocked.

On Hagrid's seemingly empty fingertips, a drop of magic power that had begun to dissipate rested on it.

Immediately afterwards, Hagrid wiped the drop of water on the Cornish elf's body, and forced it into it in an unknown way.

As if he was fed up, the Cornish elf visibly swelled, and after a few tremblings——

bang~

It exploded into a cloud of blood.

"It appears to have failed."

Hagrid smiled in no surprise, "Maybe we'll try again?"

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