The invigorating aroma of grass floated in the kitchen. The centaur's herbal spice bag was brewed by Harry as tea. Vernon and Petunia, who had been awakened by the noise they made, were enjoying drinking it at the moment. This hot tea.
"Good stuff, Harry, this is much better than coffee."
Feeling refreshed and comfortable, Uncle Vernon put down his empty glass and then poured himself a full glass.
"I brought a lot back. These are small things made by the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. They are also great for stew. Aunt Petunia, you can try them later."
"That would be great."
Penny smiled and spoke. She had always regretted that she could not learn magic, but if she could have access to the novel items in the magical world, this would be a good substitute.
The Ministry of Magic is very lenient on Muggle families with little wizards at home, and even allows them to enter Diagon Alley with the little wizards and visit the magical world. Their children are wizards, and as parents, they also have the right to know.
But next to the two people enjoying tea elegantly, Dudley, who buried his head in the basin and drank like a face wash, was not so...
"I'm saved! I'm alive!"
Dudley raised his head from the basin and fell back on the chair. The horrible taste that had filled his mouth was finally neutralized and wiped away by the grass tea. Thinking about this horrible thing, he still had to drink it all. Four months!
His face, which was red from the heat, instantly turned pale.
"You can choose not to drink, Dudley."
Harry glanced at him and sat down opposite Dudley. A familiar glass bottle was placed on the table by him.
"Get this damn thing away from me! Stay away!!"
Dudley, who screamed in terror, hugged his shoulders and trembled. He was afraid that Harry would pounce on him again, push him to the ground and drink this stuff into his mouth. He didn't want to experience such a terrible feeling again.
"Tch~" Harry curled his lips disdainfully. Although he knew that the potion he brewed was not delicious, it all depended on who he was comparing it to. The potions brewed according to the war potion theory all tasted very bad, but Snay Pu'ao's potion has exceeded the lower limit of taste and taste. Compared with Harry's beloved godfather, his little tricks are nothing.
"It's impossible no matter how you think about it, to become stronger without paying the price. Magic can do many magical things, but magic is not omnipotent."
Harry unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp. He wiped his mouth. Having experienced Snape's potion, Harry had made great progress in his tolerance. He calmly drank the herbal tea and rinsed his mouth as if nothing had happened. The strange taste in his mouth didn't make him frown.
Dudley shivered violently, and then carefully took away Harry's glass bottle. He licked the few remaining drops of potion inside.
"Ugh~~~Ugh~~~Ugh~~~"
Dudley, who was holding the basin and retching, looked a little blue. After taking the teapot from his old father's hand and pouring half a pot of tea, he spoke with lingering fear.
"The wizarding world is indeed a scary place... It has only been a few months, and Harry has already turned into a monster that is no longer a human being. Can a human swallow this potion?"
"Just get used to it." Harry said nonchalantly, "And have you noticed that after drinking this potion, your body will be so warm that you won't feel cold even if you run naked on the snow without any clothes on."
"It seems...that's it?"
Somewhat suspicious, Dudley stood up and jumped around. There was indeed a warm current wrapping around his body. He was still wearing thin pajamas, and he must have felt a little cold on weekdays.
"This is a degraded version of the Sunshine Moisturizing Potion that I made. I came up with it with the help of Professor Snape. Although it tastes a little bit unpleasant, it can actually improve physical fitness. According to his speculation , after drinking all twelve courses of treatment, combined with sufficient exercise, the muscle strength, tolerance and other attributes will be nearly half higher than those of ordinary people, which is the limit of improvement that the normal human body can withstand."
"Don't underestimate this thing. If it weren't for Hagrid's help and the Potion Master's help, I would never have been able to make it. The cost alone is as high as one hundred gold galleons a bottle, which is 500 pounds in British pounds."
"So expensive?" Uncle Vernon said in surprise, "This is not a small amount of money, Harry."
"That's the external cost. In fact, the raw materials are not valuable to Hagrid. The main material is a drop of unicorn blood. This thing is priceless in other places, but in the Forbidden Forest, it is just a bundle of alfalfa. In exchange, the unicorns are very good and obedient, at least they are friendly to Hagrid."
"That big giant actually has this ability." Uncle Vernon smacked his lips and muttered. He seemed to feel that he had underestimated Hagrid's abilities. After all, gamekeeper and keykeeper didn't sound like very powerful positions.
"Hagrid is the King of the Forbidden Forest. He can grab a dozen-ton dragon by its tail, throw it over his shoulder, and then press it to the ground to destroy it. He is probably the only person in the magic world who can do such a thing. One more.”
Hearing the news that came out of Harry's mouth, the three Dursleys were a little stunned. The guy who could do such a thing...is he really a human being? Although Hagrid seemed not to be a normal person in their eyes, this was too exaggerated.
"I suddenly no longer regret not being able to go to the wizarding world. Harry, the world of normal people is pretty good."
Dudley, who was a little panicked, swallowed silently. He had already imagined some kind of bizarre magical world full of screams of WAAAAYAYAYAYA. What magic! It's obviously a arena where a group of muscular brothers fight each other!
"I feel like you misunderstood something... forget it."
Harry grunted, then held up the Christmas gift Dudley had given him, "What's this invitation about, Dudley?"
"This!" Dudley perked up when he heard Harry ask about it. "Didn't you inherit Grandpa's hunting license? You also became a formal member of the English Hunters Association. Someone in my class mentioned it in a chat. That’s why I wanted to give you a surprise!”
"It would be so boring to go home for Christmas and stay in the room all day without going out. I'm past the age of holding a computer and playing alien games. That's too childish. I think you are too, so I'll send it to you. After submitting an application, I asked my father to go to the Hunter Association to get your information and send it in together. To my surprise, they actually passed it."
"Isn't it a surprise, brother!"
Dudley leaned forward with a wink, his face full of pride.
"Well done Dudley!"
"boom!"
Dudley, who was slapped on the back by Harry, fell hard on the table. If this 20-centimetre-thick solid wood table hadn't been of such high quality, it would never have been able to withstand the torment they put on it.
Dudley, who couldn't catch his breath, coughed twice. Before he could start to curse and resist, a big arm clamped his head.
"Let's go! The weather is so nice today. It would be a waste not to do anything. Let's go to the gym now and do ten sets of 200 kilogram squats to warm up."
"WTF! I still want to grow taller! Harry, you bastard, let go! Let go! I'm your big cousin... my neck is going to be broken, broken!"
"The gym is closed on Christmas! No doors are open anywhere!"
"It doesn't matter, I have the key, just call Uncle William."
Dudley, with a dark face, changed his clothes under the threat of Harry's kicks. Braving the heavy snow, the two rushed to the familiar gym. On the first day of Christmas, they practiced in full swing. Have a pleasant time.
But this is just the beginning of the Christmas holiday.
Unlike other countries in Europe, the Soviet Union, the behemoth entrenched in the northernmost part of Eastern Europe, seemed out of place with the bunch of countries below.
Not only because of the different social systems, but also because some of the people here can take it too far.
While the big European countries are busy playing English gentlemen and French romantics, they still maintain the fine tradition of drinking this bottle of vodka and going shirtless to fight brown bears. Although not everyone is a strongman, there are few who can say that among the ten. There are also seven or eight people who can be called a 'strong man'.
The bitter cold weather has given the people living here a strong physique, and the high pressure of survival for thousands of years has caused those with weak physiques to die under the wheel of history. The law of natural selection is also very effective for human beings.
When Harry and the Dursleys arrived by plane, they immediately experienced this completely different atmosphere.
Among his peers, Harry's physique is definitely one of the best. Although Dudley is a little shorter, he is still quite exceptional. But the characters they met along the way really refreshed their world view. In the sub-zero low temperature There were many shirtless children having snowball fights. They were about the same age as the two of them, and their bodies were not much different. They even saw a super star who was carrying a tree that was broken by snow on the road with one hand. Auntie.
"Perhaps Hagrid can find his happiness here?"
Harry, who was silently looking out the window, complained, and couldn't help but mutter in his mind: 'No wonder it's 1992 and they haven't disintegrated yet. Who dares to let them disintegrate? Let millions of guys with arms thicker than thighs turn into refugees and move south. How can those little weaklings in Europe not be beaten until they pee their pants? '
Recalling the news about 200 drunken Russian fans beating up 2,000 English fans in his previous life... Harry felt that the enhanced version of Maozi he encountered in this life was even harder to deal with, but there was indeed something wrong with such a terrible average physique... ...To be honest, this is not normal.
As an officially invited contestant, Harry was naturally well accommodated. The organizer rented several floors of the hotel as a residence for the contestants. If he needed to go out for a walk, there were also people on call. translate.
But the Dursleys could only take the bus to the hotel. As family members, they were not included in the organizer's invitation, but they didn't mind as they had known about this situation for a long time. They had already planned it before departure. The route of this tour.
"I'm going to find Big Sister Long Legs. You and these muscular gorillas go to find brown bears and wrestle in the snow!"
Dudley, who smiled mischievously, put on a thin coat with a strange style. Before leaving England, Harry received a package from Mrs. Malkin. The clothes he ordered were ready, and of course there was something for his uncle in it. The one prepared by Auntie and Dudley.
"Gungun, are you looking for big sister? In addition to saying 'Hello comrade', can you say another word?"
Harry curled his lips disdainfully, "With my aunt and uncle watching, all you have left is taking pictures of them."
Dudley, who had his head drooped, turned around silently. Holding a camera, he glanced at Harry resentfully. The reality was already so cruel, why would he still talk nonsense?
After saying goodbye to Dudley and the others, Harry went to the front desk to supplement his registration information.
“Is the only hunting assistant available is a snowy owl?”
The lady at the front desk who was in charge of registration asked curiously, "The hunting ground this time is very large. If you don't bring a hound, it might be a little troublesome."
Compared to Harry's age, it seems that the staff organizing this hunting event are more curious about Harry's thin equipment. For Slavs, it is not difficult to kill a bear, but they want to find these people in the snow. Man, it's hard to do it just by manpower.
"Hedwig is my eye in heaven, and it works better than a hundred hounds."
"You also offer the rental of hunting equipment, right? Can you take me to see it? I need to replenish my equipment. There are a lot of things that I can't take on the plane. England is too far away from here."
"Of course." After being stunned for a moment, the young lady with bright eyes put away Harry's registration form. After greeting her colleagues on duty, she stood up cheerfully, took Harry's hand and walked to the hotel. Go outside.
It seemed that she had been waiting for this opportunity to go out for a long time. Although the hotel had heating supply and was many times warmer than outside, the howling cold wind outside did not have any substantial impact on her.
The young lady with bare legs measuring 1.2 meters long even unbuttoned her coat. In this country, the tradition that fresh milk needs to be kept warm does not seem to exist.
"I'm almost suffocated in there. If it weren't for my dad's sake, I wouldn't want to come."
"My name is Anastasia Mikhailovna Pavlyuchenko, you can just call me Aya." The talkative young lady is definitely not as familiar as the Weasley twins. Low, plus Mao Mei’s pretty good looks and figure, it’s a pleasure to chat with such a lively person.
"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. He wanted to know more about things, so it would be great if someone could talk to him.
"Aya, I have a question. Why are underage children allowed to participate in this competition? Is it possible that there are many contestants my age?"
"Is there any problem with age?" Aya, who was a little confused, slowed down a little, and then looked at Harry with a hint of doubt, "Although you are only twelve years old, you are not yet old, but you are still far from thirteen. It’s not far away either.”
"Although not many people continue this custom, there are still some people who will abide by it, especially families with hunter backgrounds."
"On that day, the father will give the children their first shotgun and the first team of hounds as gifts, and all they have to do is hunt a gray wolf. After returning home, the mother will make the wolf skin into a A warm, soft hat that symbolizes a child’s first steps toward adulthood.”
"Boys who have completed such an act are often very popular with girls. Of course, girls will also participate, but the age will be relaxed to before the age of fifteen."
"Here, look, I have one too."
Aya took off her hat, revealing her brilliant blond hair, "My mother sewed it for me when I was fourteen. If my father hadn't said that a hunter who can't drink five bottles of vodka in one meal is not worthy of hunting bears, this time I will also participate in the competition.”
"Why are you drinking? I've never liked the taste. Even though I've never been drunk, I still don't like it."
'What kind of devil fighting nation is this? Harry, who had a big question mark on his head, took Aya's hat in disbelief and looked at it. It was indeed a genuine wolf skin, and the tanning technique was very good. "But it doesn't seem very strange..." '
Harry suddenly woke up and seemed to understand something. This world is a world built by A.K. Rowling! This is not a preference, this is a version enhancement!
"But!" After handing back the hat, Harry blurted out in shock: "At the age of fourteen, I went hunting gray wolves with a shotgun and hounds alone. Sister, are you serious?"
Harry glanced at the long legs that made people linger. These were indeed good legs that could hang someone.
"Of course, if you don't believe it, just take a look."
Aya, who was a head taller than Harry, leaned down slightly, then grabbed the collar and pulled it down. The round arc and astonishing whiteness were extremely dazzling, but in this milky white wave, there were several four or five streaks. Centimeter-long lines ruin this flawless look.
"I was unlucky enough to provoke a big wolf pack, and I accidentally received a claw. However, I wiped the guy's neck with a knife. Since it has become my hat, I won't be angry with it."
"Come on Harry, finally come out for some air. Can you accompany me for a walk?"
"It's so boring to stay at the front desk. Most of the people I meet are smelly uncles who smell of alcohol."
Aya, who did not have any ferocious aura at all, jumped forward. Perhaps for them, fighting with people or prey has become a normal adjustment in life.
Harry, who could only follow Aya's wishes, acted as a human push cart for a while. Aya, who was definitely a little rich woman, took Harry to visit the mall in the city center. Although there was a sumptuous meal as a reward, after the end, Harry was still so tired that he stuck out his tongue.
But when he unloaded the large and small bags hanging on his body and was taken to the hunting equipment rental office, Harry's fatigue was instantly wiped away.
The magic wand that can change with the wizard's strength is very cool, but it cannot be denied that the guns in the Muggle world are useless. When it comes to practicality and versatility, these energy weapons are even better.
If an average wizard faced a heavily armed soldier and did not run away or activate magic protection immediately, the wizard would definitely die.
The flying speed of the magic spell cannot be compared to the high-energy pulse laser beam that can fly to the horizon in a blink of an eye. Even the plasma weapon with the slowest projectile flying has basically no room for dodge. The instantaneous high temperature of thousands of degrees is enough. Melt most of the known materials on the earth, and the ground will be a pile of high-temperature lava.
The Muggle world that uses electrical energy technology has already pointed out many outrageous black technologies.
Those magical creatures that have integrated magic into their bodies and have super high resistance may be able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of technological weapons, but wizards... forget it, unless everyone is an extraordinary hybrid giant like Hagrid , otherwise on a frontal battlefield where escape is impossible, wizards and Muggles will definitely collapse at the first touch.
As for Harry, he was now touching part of the technological crystallization of the Muggle world.
[All equipment and props for this winter hunting competition are sponsored by the glorious Kalashnikov Arms Factory]
With just this line of text, Harry could already appreciate the level of martial virtue in this hunting competition.
This guy is a military factory, and what he does is a big business of slaughtering cities, destroying countries, killing people and setting fires. Although the world is generally peaceful now, what they provide here is also the civilian version of hunting they launched for the purpose of transformation.
But the civilian version of Maozi... In addition to being a single shot, it is different from the military version. It uses disposable high-energy batteries. If you pull the trigger faster, wouldn't it be a continuous shot?
Harry was dazzled in an instant!
Most of the light firearms currently in service can be seen in shrunken versions here, such as the ones that Harry couldn't forget after just one look -
Aka type 47 individual electromagnetic rifle!
The only repeating electromagnetic rifle in the world that can be carried by an individual soldier!
Known as a peerless weapon that only real men can master, the four-hundred-millimetre-thick one-way repulsive shield can be dented by a single shot. Even an elephant, let alone a brown bear, can be shattered by a single shot.
"It's a pity that I can't choose..."
Harry muttered resentfully.
"This is the winner's prize. Customized for the champion by Kalashnikov Company, it is the world's only collectible Aka 47 painted in snow camouflage."
Aya's eyes flashed when she saw this gun, but it was not the first time she had seen it, so she was not surprised. She knew very well the attraction of this gun to boys. Her younger brother Crying and shouting to participate in the competition, isn't it just to win the championship?
"This time I will be the champion! I will decide!"
Harry, who felt as if his small universe was starting to burn, shouted in a half-hearted voice, and the people who heard this couldn't help but cast their gazes, but when they saw that the person speaking was a child, these uncles laughed happily. , chatting and laughing in various languages that Harry could not understand, but there was no contempt in his tone, but a sense of tolerance for the child.
"When you get older, maybe you can win the championship, hahaha!"
A man named English with a strong accent reached Harry's ears. A strong man with an iron tower height of at least two meters patted Harry on the shoulder. There was no need to doubt that this guy could definitely fight a bear with his bare hands. A tough guy who plays wrestling, he wears a thick bearskin cloak and his hairy chest is bare.
"Aya, is this your new boyfriend?" It seemed that he was still an acquaintance of Aya, so he turned around and teased Aya beside him.
"Go to hell!"
A handsome side kick from a high position lifted the corner of Aya's robe, and there was a muffled sound as the big man received the kick solidly.
"Oh my, the little girl who was crying on my shoulder has grown up."
The giant man from the iron tower didn't even sway his body and said with a smile, his face full of fun.
"If you keep joking around, I'll ask dad to go drink at your house, Uncle Artyom."
"No, no, no! Don't!"
Artem's face turned dark instantly and he immediately stopped speaking, as if this was some kind of terrible punishment, and a flattering smile appeared on his rough face.
"Forget it." Aya waved her hand, "Harry, we don't need to pay attention to him. Let's go and choose. All the weapons provided here can be rented, and the prices are very affordable."
Aya, who pushed Harry on the shoulder and walked around, seemed to be very familiar with these things. No matter which one Harry asked, she could tell the pros and cons, which further confirmed that she was really knowledgeable about hunting. Have good understanding.
Soon, Harry picked out his equipment. The use of traps of any kind was prohibited in this event. In addition to hunting partners, each participating hunter could only carry up to two high-energy beam hunting guns.
Plasma weapons are rarely lightweight, and even if they are, they are not allowed to be used in this hunting competition.
If this thing hits a hit, the bear will be burned to ashes and there will be no body left. Just hunt with a hammer.
A Valkyrie III precision marksman rifle and a Makarov energy-charged hand cannon have become the weapons Harry will carry. Hunting bears is different from hunting deer and sheep. If this guy with an extremely thick health bar uses A hit with a small-caliber weapon, as long as it does not hit a vital point, will only make him more ferocious. Large-caliber weapons are a necessity. Whether it is Valkyrie or Makarov, their penetration diameter is three centimeters, which was the most powerful weapon before Harry. The real Beggar's version of the rechargeable shotgun used is three times as powerful, but the power cannot be calculated as three times.
If he had used either of these two weapons, Harry was absolutely sure that even if the horned beast closed its eyes, he would be able to make its eyelids bleed!
This is a qualitative change! The skin can be broken!
The unreasonable energy resistance of magical creatures is not only magic resistance. Non-magical damage is even more weakened for them. After all, if compared with energy levels, the energy level of magic energy is far higher than what appears. of electricity used today.
Everything was ready, except for the east wind. The start time of the winter hunting was postponed for two days. Taking advantage of this gap, Harry also found a great private shooting range with the help of Aya and went there with his own hands. Get familiar with these two good companions that will accompany you for a whole week in the snowfield.
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"Harry Harry, get me a towel."
"Aya, why are you so careless every day? Come on, come on."
"There is water on the ground, little..."
"Ouch!"
"I told you to be careful, but it's still frizzy. Look, your nose is bleeding. Let me wipe it for you."
"No, no, no, I'll get you another towel. This one is dirty."
"If it's dirty, recycle it. Don't move. Be obedient."
"I'm not a child..."
"It's true that he is no longer a child."
"Um?!"
"Bang~"
"Why did you close the door?"
"It's windy and cold."
"The heating is on in the house, how could..."
"The bathroom is closed and I'm still wet. Why can't you stop the nosebleed? Could it be that..."
"Ahem...I'd better go to the balcony and stay there. It'll be cold when the wind blows...Ugh~"
"It's all your fault. The blood is all dripping on me. It's so dirty."
"Then I'm going out...ahhhh...out..."
"I hate irresponsible men!"
"Obviously I was the victim - the fruit... the fruit was twisted... you don't have martial ethics... ah... cough cough cough... admit defeat, admit defeat... my neck is hurt... Break...break..."
"Then why don't you get up quickly and serve me..."
"You forced me to do this. A gentleman hides his weapons and waits for the time to come. The time has come!"
"Ah~ um... not bad."
"Just okay?!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Ha~"
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