(This book is faithful to the original work, without any alterations - A.K. Rowling.)
People who live on Privet Drive all know one thing. There is a strange boy living in the Dursley family at No. 4. It is said that the strange boy is the child of Mrs. Dursley's sister. However, due to the accidental death of his parents, he has a kind heart. The Dursleys adopted him.
But people kept a polite distance from this boy. How could he have a weird tattoo on his forehead at such a young age? People even imagined that his parents died in a gang vendetta. Maybe one day a gang would The strange man in black came to the door, broke down the door of Dursley's house and took him away.
And this strange boy named Harry was waking up from his sleep at the moment, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
He grabbed the quilt and wiped it on his face. Although the occasional nightmares became less and less frequent and blurry as he grew older, the dark dreams still made him sweat.
Harry pushed open the door to his bedroom and went to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and a stream of cold water spurted out from the shower head. Then it gradually became warmer and the water mist began to spread. He washed away the cold sweat on his forehead and used the Hot water relaxes your mind.
Soon after, the sound of water flow gradually became smaller, and a big hand wiped away the moisture on the mirror. Harry stared at himself in the mirror and exhaled a filthy breath.
"Eleven years..." He murmured to himself, "It's time to wake up from this damn dream!"
Harry patted his face hard and stared at himself in the mirror in a daze. On his forehead, there was a conspicuous scar, and the lines outlined the outline of a pistol. If Harry recognized it correctly, this was A Glock G18 pistol, using 9mm Parabellum pistol ammunition. He shot it when traveling abroad in his previous life. He shot three 10-round magazines because he scored a high score of 299 on the 50-meter target. , the store manager at the shooting range waived the order for him and also gave him a gold-plated Zippo lighter as a souvenir.
But that was a previous life!
Yes, I am a time traveler. I came to this world eleven years ago and became a baby named Harry Potter.
However, he felt that the world seemed a little different, the Harry Potter world that he knew was different from the Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling.
Just like the nightmare he had just now, he heard a frightened female voice calling her husband's name. The man was called James. With a loud bang, the man flew out upside down. The woman who should be his mother She threw herself in front of him, as if she wanted to protect him with her body. Harry couldn't hear what she said clearly. He heard another loud bang, and the woman also fell.
A man with a handsome but ferocious face laughed wildly and raised his 50-caliber Desert Eagle at him, with a dazzling green flame exploding from the muzzle.
This T! M! D! Something's wrong!
If it were Harry Potter! Shouldn't Voldemort hold up a small stick and yell at himself, "Avada eats a big melon"?
It's green light, but there's something wrong with this green light!
This is not Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling, this is Hallelujah written by A.K. Rowling! God girls in bikinis protect you from stray bullets! Hallelujah! (Hallelujah: Praise you, Lord!)
Harry's cheeks hurt when he thought of this damn setting. What made him even more miserable was that as a time traveler, he didn't seem to have a standard golden finger. There was no system panel at all, except for having those outrageous nightmares. Other than that, everything about him was perfectly normal, or so it seemed.
It's probably because I'm confused. Although my name is Harry, I live with my aunt and uncle at No. 4 Privet Drive, and I have a brother named Dudley, but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Harry I prefer to believe that there is something like an English Superman in the world.
He went to the zoo, but he didn't melt the glass and let Dudley have close contact with snakes. He didn't fly up the chimney and let Aunt Petunia be pointed at and scolded by the teacher. He didn't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. The bedroom was next door to Dudley's, and the two of them also liked to play computer games about beating aliens together, share French fries and fried chicken, and watch TV on the sofa with potato chips in their hands. However, Dudley grew fat and muscles together. , thick and strong, with amazing ability to withstand blows, while Harry only has muscles, and his muscular body is extremely explosive. The two of them also swept the Southeastern District Youth Boxing Competition, even the guys two or three age groups taller than them were able to win. I was beaten to the ground by them.
The Dursleys were very kind to him. Apart from not mentioning his parents, they were not harsh on him. They also hoped that the two brothers could be admitted to the Royal Military Academy together and take care of each other.
After taking a shower, Harry felt refreshed and kicked open Dudley's door.
"Get up, brother, today I plan to challenge a two hundred kilogram squat. Do you want to try it later?"
Dudley, who was woken up by a slap, rubbed his eyes, covered a yawn, and muttered: "Squat, my crotch fell apart last time, and I almost lost my waist, just do some bench presses." , I’m afraid I won’t grow taller if I squat.”
Rubbing his hair and crawling out of bed, Dudley stood up straight and made gestures with Harry. Although their weight was almost the same, he was half a head shorter than Harry and looked several times thicker than Harry, like What a horse.
"Then hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth. I'll make you breakfast. Steak or pork chop? Or some roasted venison leg?"
"Deer legs." Dudley wiped the horns from the corner of his mouth, as if he could already smell the fragrance, "When it's your birthday next weekend, let dad take us to the countryside again to shoot two deer. After eating the food, I feel warm and energetic."
"Okay, hurry up, I'll heat it up in the oven and eat it."
Harry patted his butt and went downstairs. Another point that proves that this world is not the Harry Potter world is that the technology tree of this world is wrong. There are guns in this world. Dursley has a hunting gun in his home. It takes two hours to charge. , can emit five pulse laser beams, disposable high-energy batteries are controlled products, and civilian firearms use low-power rechargeable batteries.
There are plasma weapons and high-energy ray weapons in this world, but there are no gunpowder weapons like he saw in his previous life.
No Glock 18, no Desert Eagle Dot 50, none of them, so Harry firmly believed that the memory of his previous life caused him to have this crazy nightmare, because he was shot and was involved in a sudden incident on the streets of the United States. He shouldn't be wandering around Brooklyn during a gang war.
The venison shank was left over from the last time. It was a half-cooked semi-finished product. If you put it in the oven for fifteen minutes, it would be fragrant and oily. Five kilograms of venison shank would be enough for you and Dudley to fill up your stomach and take a walk to the gym. Those equipments, fitness will become addictive, and you will feel uncomfortable if you don't move for a day.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the milkman and the newspaper man arrived one after another and wiped the grease stains from the corners of their mouths. Harry opened the door, reached out and picked up a dozen milk, then felt in the mailbox and took out a stack of milk. New letter sent.
"Uncle Vernon, last month's bills have arrived, as well as the prize check for the boxing match between Dudley and I, which totals two thousand pounds."
"Yeah?"
Uncle Vernon, who was eating slices of bread and butter with a coffee cup, raised his head and slapped Dudley on the back so hard that he almost pushed him into the plate.
"You two are both good young men!" He touched his trouser pocket and counted out a wad of bills, "Three hundred per person, go buy something you like, and we will help you two save the rest for when you go to college. "
The tuition fees at the Royal Military Academy are not low at all. Even though Uncle Vernon's drilling rig business is doing well, it is still a bit troublesome to support two people. The two of them occasionally participate in prize-winning competitions in order to alleviate the family's financial burden. burden.
"Hey! I have money to buy some gloves."
Dudley happily stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and emptied the plate in a few strokes.
"What's wrong Harry, what are you looking at?"
Seeing Harry holding the letter and staring at it, Dudley approached him curiously.
Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First-Class Grand Magician of the Order of Merlin, and Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)
Dear Mr. Porter:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st. We will be waiting for your reply before July 31st. At 8 o'clock in the morning on the day when the letter is received, Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare will send our loyal Rubeus Hagrid. Mr. will go to your home to introduce you everything about us. Your questions will be answered and we look forward to meeting you.
Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.
Something exploded in Harry's head!
His head was buzzing, and the letters in his hand were scattered all over the floor, petrified.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Wake up!"
Dudley looked at him with a worried look. During hesitation, he raised his right hand, spitted and rubbed it.
