Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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"Time to make a quick exit~"

After letting the lucky survivor return to spread the word and attract attention, Harry instantly dropped his previously devilish and arrogant demeanor. Role-playing required commitment, but he wasn't about to truly consider himself Voldemort.

Looking around at the field littered with corpses, Harry didn't feel the slightest pang of guilt.

"Those who kill will be killed in turn."

In North America, the so-called treasure hunters and bounty hunters who roamed freely were far from innocent. Even if they executed one out of every two of them, they would still miss a few villains. Take the elite inner-circle team that died first, for example. None of them were strangers to bloodshed.

Even if they had originally been kind-hearted, naïve adventurers when they arrived in North America, this giant cesspool had long since stripped away their innocence. Not a single one could go back to who they once were.

"Maybe I should push it even further?"

Staring at the counterfeit Lance of Longinus in his hands, Harry hesitated. Truthfully, he had caused a bit of a stir, but it wasn't enough. He'd gone through all this trouble to create problems for Voldemort, and half-measures wouldn't cut it.

"If I don't go all out and that guy really does come to North America, wouldn't he just reap the benefits? I've already done the hard part, scaring everyone for him. He wouldn't even need to make a name for himself! That's unacceptable."

Strengthening his resolve, Harry decided to plant a deeper thorn in Voldemort's path. He would ensure the Magical Congress of the United States (MACUSA) and Voldemort would never compromise or align.

The counterfeit Lance of Longinus wasn't the real deal, but Grindelwald's forgeries were nothing to scoff at. Just as Dumbledore could use the Elder Wand to repair spells others deemed irreparable, this replica lance possessed extraordinary power, far beyond any typical magical artifact. Though improperly processed, its raw foundation was undeniably exceptional.

This forgery retained a fraction of the real lance's consumable properties. After the recent battle, its durability was down to about one-tenth. That wasn't just Harry's guess—it was solid intel from a reliable source, the blond informant.

"Three more uses left?" Harry muttered as he poured his magic into the replica spear. As his Awakened Magic coursed through it, he felt a distinct strain. Unlike the pale blue magic of ordinary wizards, Harry's iron-gray Awakened Magic was overwhelmingly powerful, placing far greater pressure on the imitation weapon.

"Better if it only has one use left—it'll save me the trouble of retrieving it later."

Once again, black mist enveloped Harry. Voldemort's Flight of the Dark Mist was undoubtedly impressive. No one would have guessed that this seemingly sinister spell was an advanced adaptation of the Levitation Charm taught to first-years. Of course, the difference between the two was monumental, with countless iterations and refinements in between. Despite these changes, the core of the spell remained unchanged.

In the wizarding world, modifying a spell and inventing a new one were entirely different concepts—but that was a topic for another time.

By the time the late-arriving Aurors reached the battlefield, they were greeted by the grim sight of scattered corpses. The lone survivor, the one Harry had intentionally spared, dared not defy the commands of the terrifying figure. Dutifully, he reported the incident to MACUSA, even preparing himself for imprisonment. Being locked away seemed far safer than risking another encounter with that monster. Who knew if the next massacre would spare him?

With a trembling voice, the survivor described what he had witnessed:

"He was smiling. Smiling elegantly. Then, with that horrifying Killing Curse, he destroyed everything."

In the survivor's mind, Voldemort had become synonymous with madness, psychopathy, and pure chaos.

Even the seasoned Aurors, who had seen their fair share of horrors, broke into cold sweats as they surveyed the carnage. One of them, the team captain, struggled to speak:

"He... took down nearly a hundred people with just two Killing Curses?"

The survivor nodded frantically.

"Y-yes! His Killing Curse wasn't a thin beam of green light—it was a massive cannon, meters wide! The entire night sky lit up with that green glow. I turned my head for just a moment, and they were all dead! One by one, they fell from their rockets, like rain pouring down to the ground."

The man's trembling hands clutched the Auror captain's arm. His voice cracked with desperation:

"You can take my memories. Don't leave me with even a shred of them. Use Legilimency—use Obliviate!"

As his shackled hands gripped the captain, his terror spread like a ripple.

The crowd fell silent. Initially, they had thought that assembling six Auror teams for this mission guaranteed their safety, that there was nothing they couldn't handle. But if the survivor's account was true...

The Aurors instinctively scattered, their vigilance heightened as they scanned their surroundings.

Suddenly, the captain pulled a vibrating device from his pocket. His face turned deathly pale.

"We've been duped! That man has gone to headquarters!"

"Team Six, stay here and secure the scene! Everyone else, follow me!"

"I'm not going back! I'm not going with you! I'm staying here—I'm not leaving!"

The survivor's hysterical screams filled the air. Perhaps moved by his outburst, the Aurors left him with Team Six, who were tasked with guarding the site.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at MACUSA headquarters, Aurors scrambled to respond. News of the attack had triggered an emergency mobilization. For wizards who could Apparate in an instant, even a distance of a thousand miles was only a matter of seconds. Reinforcements began to converge.

As the Auror team leader returned to base, they just happened to witness the man, cloaked in black mist, standing bathed in the golden light of the rising sun. He raised his right hand high, gripping a rough, crude spear.

Iron-gray Awakened Magic surged through him, continuously being drained and rapidly accumulating in the spear as he chanted the incantation.

Although most wizards couldn't see magic with the naked eye, the overwhelming surge of dark, dangerous magical energy was impossible to ignore. It set hearts racing with terror. Before the approaching Aurors could act, a sudden flash of red light exploded in the air!

"Thunderclap Explosion!"

Harry completed the incantation and hurled the spear, infused with all his magical power, into the sky. The sheer force behind it propelled the spear to an unimaginable speed, and even the cement of the building couldn't have halted it for even a moment.

After two faint dull thuds, Harry vanished into the sky, and the sound of a massive explosion echoed through the heavens!

With the magic amplification of nearly fifty times, the enhanced Explosion Curse reached its peak. Glass windows within a radius of several hundred meters shattered instantly from the violent shockwave. The towering 57-story building seemed to undergo a wild and chaotic cranial surgery. Tons of debris and rubble exploded outward, resembling petals of a fiery, blooming flower. As the debris rained down, the blazing inferno pushed smoke and dust into the air, forming a mushroom cloud of gray mist that quietly unfurled.

This would go down in the history of MACUSA as the most vicious and horrifying terrorist attack—one that would stain their already thin historical record with an indelible mark of shame.

[This is the price of defiance.]*

The rising mushroom cloud slowly dispersed, leaving behind the haunting words that stabbed deeply into the hearts of everyone present.

"Did I go too far?"

Several kilometers away, Harry, now having consumed the antidote to the Polyjuice Potion, rested his chin on his hand as he gazed at the distant rising smoke.

"It doesn't matter. If they realize the real Voldemort is all bluff and no substance, they'll probably chase him even more eagerly."

Harry grinned. "Pick on the weak, that's the way it works."

(End of Chapter)