Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

During Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was a little distracted. Lupine was explaining to everyone how to deal with the swamp digger correctly.

The Swamp Digger, which looks like a piece of dead wood, has a strong preference for the lower three lanes. If a careless wizard accidentally passes by them, it is common to have their ankles broken by a claw. They are also natural enemies of the Mandrake. The scream of the Mandrake that can kill a wizard is no different from a lullaby before bedtime in the ears of the Swamp Digger.

Lupine was talking about the mandrakes that were ravaged by swamp diggers. When the mandrakes were picked up, people would find a mass of bloody mud. Professor Sprout took strict precautions against this every June, because that was the season when mandrakes were ripe, and there happened to be swamps in the Forbidden Forest where swamp diggers were active.

"The next class this week is a practical class. You don't have to come to the classroom. We will gather at the small pier in the Black Lake. Remember not to be late."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Lupine clapped his hands and said to the students, the little wizards chirped excitedly, then bid farewell to Lupine politely, and left the classroom together.

"Why are you so absent-minded, Harry?"

Lupine patted Harry on the shoulder, and said worriedly, "Could it be that?"

"No." Harry glanced around, there was no one in the classroom, "I was just thinking about the Invisibility Cloak."

"The one from your father?" Lupine couldn't think of anything to worry about about the Invisibility Cloak.

"Yes." Harry nodded, "Professor Dumbledore told me that the invisibility of the Invisibility Cloak is only incidental, but he took Hagrid to take the dragon trainer exam before he could explain the situation to me clearly."

"The Riddler got out of Hogwarts, but I can only talk here." Harry spread his hands helplessly, and then threw his backpack on his shoulders. "Anyway, he will find out when he comes back. If he knows that I am anxious about this, he can't even listen to the lectures. Who knows if he will secretly laugh out loud in the principal's office."

Lupine was slightly taken aback, and then he couldn't help laughing, "Professor Dumbledore really likes such a mysterious tone. He likes to guess riddles, and he likes to see people who can't guess the answer."

After hearing Harry's explanation, Lupine also relaxed a little.

"Then I'll go first, there is still something to be busy with the war group, I have to go there."

Harry waved to Lupine and walked towards the door, but just as Harry was about to go out, Lupine stopped him.

"Harry." There was a hint of hesitation on Lupine's face.

"What's the matter, Uncle Lupine?" Harry stopped and looked at Lupine with some doubts, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"There are some." Lupine nodded and waved to Harry, "I was hesitant to tell you before, but I think it's better to let you know."

"I got in touch with Sirius."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Harry didn't have any special feelings for Sirius. He even felt a little alienated from his nominal father James, let alone this godfather who had never even met face to face. To be honest, Harry had a deeper affection for Snape than he did for Sirius. At least Snape really loved him unreservedly, just like his own son.

Lupine could hear the rustiness in Harry's words. Although it was natural, it also made him a little sad. James and Sirius were such close brothers back then.

"He went to North America, and he didn't tell me too much in the letter, he just said that he went to prepare a gift for you, but" Lupine hesitated a little, and he continued: "This is just my feeling, maybe it's not the case."

"Sirius might be in trouble."

"He asked you for help?" Harry raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No." Lupine shook his head and said, "But it is precisely because of this that I have this guess."

"Although we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, some habits are hard to change."

"Please believe me, Harry, your godfather, Sirius, he cares about you very much. At the beginning, he and your father were half-brothers. If there are any words to describe it, then the two of them have achieved full and unreserved trust. He cares about you, he cares about you very much."

"But I think he felt that he owed you a lot, so he ran so far away. It's definitely not because he didn't want to see you."

Lupine spoke very seriously. After all, he, Sirius and James are best friends. Sirius did not meet Harry after leaving Azkaban. Lupine didn't understand why at first, but after contacting Sirius, he probably guessed something.

Harry understood Lupine's meaning, "Although I haven't met him, I believe he will come to see me after he has adjusted. He is one of my father's best friends and my godfather. Maybe he needs a little time."

"How about I write a letter to Professor Grindelwald? I remember that the Witch Party has personnel in North America. Although the power is not as strong as in Europe, it shouldn't be too difficult to ask them to inquire about the news."

"Professor Grindelwald?" Lupine was a little surprised, but considering that he taught at Hogwarts for a year last year, it's understandable. Harry is an excellent kid in Lupine's eyes. "Will this be too much trouble?"

"It's okay. Maybe I'll transfer schools next year. Professor Grindelwald welcomes me to study in Durmstrang. We had a good chat."

"Don't worry, Uncle Lupine, Sirius should be fine, can't you still write letters? If you really run into trouble, there is no time to do this, right?"

"That's true." Lupine sighed slightly, and then smiled at Harry, "Maybe I'm thinking too much."

After bidding farewell to Lupine, Harry simply went to the auditorium to fill his stomach. There were no classes all afternoon this afternoon. Hogwarts' homework was not intensive, and young wizards had a lot of free time.

For the official members of the current battle group, daily training is no longer difficult to persist. Although the speed of magic body training is not fast, it is indeed continuously improving their physical fitness. Even a weak girl like Qiu can do forty pull-ups in one minute.

By 4:30 in the afternoon, most of the students of the Quidditch school team had finished their afternoon classes and came to the training ground. Although they could not continue to stay in the battle group, they all kept the training routine of last year. First, they were used to it, and second, if they didn't go, they would lose too badly in the game. Quidditch is a game of teamwork. Even the Gryffindor team, which has three official members of the battle group, dare not guarantee that it will win Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Although Draco just joined this year, he worked very hard to keep up with the footsteps of other old students. Compared with the time when he just started school, Draco has changed a little now. The bloodless pale skin inherited from the Malfoy family is not tanned. After more than a month of intensive training, Draco, who has successfully tanned himself by two degrees, looks much healthier.

The slender arms and legs also had a slightly muscular outline. When he first participated in training, just warming up and running laps around the court made him collapse, and he had to pour magic potions into his mouth. But now, running a three-kilometer warm-up is like drinking water.

In the magic world, the cost of exercising the body is very low, and those cheap and practical potions can solve almost all the negative effects of overwork. All that is needed here is a determination to endure hard work.

After completing three hours of intensive training, the sky outside had turned dark. Although they could not catch up with the dinner in the auditorium, the small stove in the Hogwarts kitchen was always open for them. The elves had learned the recipe brought by Harry last year. Compared with the traditional Hogwarts dinner in the auditorium, the small stove in the kitchen tasted better.

"You've improved a lot lately, Draco."

On the way back, Harry chatted with Draco. Harry could see Draco's change. They didn't have any major conflicts. They got along very happily recently. At least Draco was not as stiff as before in front of Harry. The sweat that flowed every day seemed to dispel some of his worries. Every day's hard work made him take a small step towards his dream.

"Cedric taught me a lot, but I plan to work hard in the direction of the Chaser in the future." Draco smirked, and he also discovered the recent changes in himself, which he had never dared to imagine.

"What, Seeker isn't having fun?"

"It's too bad after all." As Draco's half-teacher, Cedric's talent Draco could see in his eyes. Apart from Harry, Cedric was a perfect Seeker with sharp eyesight, quick response, and no fault in his flying skills. His dynamic vision was much better than Draco's. The fastest time he caught the Snitch was 23 seconds. Although there was a bit of luck in it, it was enough for Draco to look up to.

"I want to play in the World Cup, but I don't want to sit on the sidelines as a substitute. It would be nice to change to another track, but I will train more muscles later on. Chasers have confrontational physical requirements."

After Draco clarified his goals, his plans and actions were very clear. Although he was a child spoiled by his parents before, after all, he was born in the upper class of the magic world. Compared with other peers, after abandoning childishness and embracing maturity, his thinking is also clearer than other peers.

Children from rich families don’t need to lower their heads to care about what to eat tomorrow. Those who can look up at any time are more likely to cast their eyes on the front and the distance. Family status determines a person’s vision to a certain extent.

"Then keep working hard, I am optimistic about your performance."

"En!" Draco nodded, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Captain."

"What are you being polite about? It's all your own hard work. Okay, let's hurry up, or we won't be able to catch up with the hot meal later."

Harry patted Draco on the back, the two of them were already tens of meters behind the others.

"By the way, Captain, I found something interesting."

Draco spoke mysteriously, with a slightly weird smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Harry glanced at him curiously.

"It's Cassandra."

"Oh? What happened to her?"

"If I tell you, my sister likes you"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Harry waved his hand violently, as if trying to block something invisible from approaching.

"This isn't a surprise, it's a shock, Draco."

"Is it so scary to be liked by a girl?" Seeing Harry's actions like this, Draco asked with some doubts: "Could it be that you like boys, Captain? Ouch! It hurts."

Draco, who was attacked by the poisonous dragon drill on his temple, jumped up on the spot holding his head, and the throbbing pain in his head almost made him stagger on the ground and kiss Mother Earth.

"I'm not interested in underage girls, and I'm even less interested in boys." Harry glared at Draco and said angrily, "What are you pretending to be in your head?"

"Aside from other things, a girl whose height is less than 1.7 meters is standing next to me. Have I found a girlfriend or raised a daughter?"

Hearing what Harry said, Draco looked up at his head. Cassandra was a little taller than him, but this height probably couldn't reach Harry's shoulders. She grew eight inches a year, and only the seniors in the sixth and seventh grades could compare with Harry.

"That's true." Draco muttered softly, "You can't just stand on a chair for kissing."

"Hahahaha, if that's the case, it would be quite fun."

Harry smiled and shook his head, but this kind of thing could really happen. From the beginning of school to the present, he has grown almost an inch. By the end of this year, he is estimated to be over two meters long. But the most frustrating thing for Harry is that although he is in good shape now, he has not grown into a fleshy bump with arms thicker than thighs, but his weight is already over one-fifth of a hagrid, a full two hundred and ten kilograms.

"But how did you find out? She doesn't seem to be the character who would tell you these things, does she? Cassandra, I have never seen her have a good face towards people."

"Of course she didn't tell me." Although Draco said this, the expression on his face was full of certainty, "At least she cares about you, captain. This is the first time I saw her ask me about other boys, such as when will you come to train, what do you like to eat, where do you go after training, etc."

"If she didn't mean that much, why would she ask me?"

"It's distressingly handsome." Harry sighed in a fake way, but he wasn't thinking about it at the moment.

'It seems that you are planning to do it? ’ Harry thought quickly in his heart, ‘What kind of surprise will you give me, Nagini? '

'But don't make any basilisks to make a scene at Hogwarts, if that's the case, it would be too boring. '

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It took more time to fix bugs and change the plot than I thought, but it is still not completely done. For example, the dungeon at Sirius has only one idea at present, and some details need to be worked out. The plot of the secret room has been sorted out.