Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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England's Christmas vacation lasts for 13 days. This Christmas, Uncle Vernon had arranged a holiday plan.

The drilling company was doing quite well, and by the end of this year, Uncle Vernon had earned a hefty £120,000 in dividends. This amount was enough to pay off the remaining mortgage and car loans for the next few years, and it also provided the perfect opportunity for a luxurious Christmas vacation.

Their first stop was Switzerland, famous not only for Swiss knives but also for the Alpine world of ice and snow.

Harry had spent an extra day in North America, and by the time he returned home, Dudley and the family had already boarded the plane and arrived in the snow-covered small town of Lucerne. They were eager to try the national dish of Switzerland: cheese fondue. At first glance, it seemed like an odd, unappetizing dish, but the rich flavor of the cheese and the aroma of white wine would make you forget the sticky texture. Dipping bread, fruit, and vegetables into the fondue, they experienced a taste of this foreign "dark cuisine," proving that there were countries where food could be just as unappetizing as England.

When Harry caught a morning flight to Interlaken to join Dudley the next day, the Dursleys had a look on their faces as though they had seen a ghost.

"Next time we go out, we absolutely won't follow Dad's advice."

Dudley's mouth twitched slightly, clearly having had his perception of Switzerland shaken by the food the day before. "How about this, Harry—why don't you go up into the mountains and steal a chicken? We can find a place to roast a mud chicken!"

"Why don't you suggest I go fishing in the lake instead?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Interlaken was situated between Lake Thun and Lake Brienz, and it was the starting point for trips to the Jungfrau Ski Resort. You could take a small train to easily reach the destination.

"Fishing is fine too!" Dudley, not picky at all, tried to encourage Harry to jump into the lake for a winter swim to catch some fish. Dudley was always trying to get his cousin into trouble, but sadly, he had never succeeded.

"Have you ever heard of 'delicious enough to eat'?"

"No." Dudley shook his head, confused.

"It means that a beautiful older sister can be so captivating that she's like food. Just look around and you won't feel hungry anymore."

"Where are the beautiful older sisters?"

Dudley, whose back wasn't sore and legs weren't tired, immediately perked up. He stood on tiptoe, desperately scanning his surroundings. At that moment, he would have loved to grow an extra foot.

Slightly exasperated, Harry shook his head and turned to pack up the skis he had bought on the way. Jungfrau was one of the highest ski resorts in the world. Having already tried rock climbing, bungee jumping, and skydiving, Harry had never yet tried skiing. But with his current physical condition, he could probably tackle the highest difficulty level without a coach.

However, since Dudley had never learned to ski either, their destination this time was Grindelwald Ski Resort, a place suitable for beginners. Uncle Vernon had already purchased the tickets and booked the hotel. They would stay for three days, fully enjoying the winter snow. By the way, Switzerland also had alpine hot springs. At nearly 2,000 meters above sea level, there were excellent mountain hot spring pools.

"Ha ha ha... Harry!"

Harry, who had been expecting Dudley's usual ridiculous laugh, turned around when he heard his cousin's call, confused. Dudley, with a dazed look on his face, opened his mouth wide in a comical expression, nearly popping his eyes out.

"You will never guess what I just saw!"

Finally managing to close his mouth, Dudley hastily patted Harry's arm with a loud thud, as if this could somehow hide his astonishment and shock.

"Did you see an Alps Yeti or something?"

"Even more unbelievable than that!"

"The beautiful girl really made me full. I'm stuffed!"

To prove his point, Dudley even burped loudly, and the sour smell of fermented cheese made Harry wrinkle his nose.

"Is there really a beautiful older sister?"

"No, no, no, not an older sister. A beautiful little sister. She's probably two or three years younger than me, but I've never seen a girl so pretty!"

"Really?"

Harry looked in the direction Dudley had been staring at, but all he could see was a crowd of people. "Are you in heat or something?" Harry teased, looking at Dudley's flushed face. "Where's this girl? I didn't see anyone."

"Ahhh, you wouldn't understand!" Dudley muttered, clearly struggling to express himself, but soon he brightened up. "Hey, do you think the super pretty little sister will be on the same train as us? That would be—"

"Do you dare to go up and hit on her?" Harry grinned, delivering a sharp blow with just one sentence that pierced Dudley's heart.

"Forget it..." Dudley sulked, waving his hand weakly. "I'm afraid Dad would think I'm trying to abduct a child, and then I'd get surrounded by a group of people and beaten to death."

Pffft hahahaha...

Harry held his stomach, laughing uncontrollably. Dudley, who was 165 cm tall and weighed nearly 100 kg, did indeed have a back that could easily make him resemble a child trafficker, but fortunately, his face didn't show signs of aging. He still looked like a kid—albeit a very big one.

"Dudley, have you packed your luggage? The train leaves in 20 minutes. We need to head to the station."

Uncle Vernon urged from the side. It seemed like yesterday's cheese fondue had upset his stomach. He had been battling in the bathroom for a while. Although Harry suggested he could drink a potion to feel better instantly, Uncle Vernon didn't think he was quite at that level. Harry, who had inherited part of Snape's potion-making skills, knew that his potions and cooking were like heaven and hell—two extremes.

"Already done, Dad. Are you sure you don't want a bottle of Harry's?"

"No need. I'm perfectly fine!" Uncle Vernon patted his stomach. After a brief hesitation, he added, "I checked. There's a toilet on the train."

"Hahahaha—"

Smack—

Just as Dudley had started to laugh, he received a slap on the head. He frowned, pulled in his neck, and muttered as he grabbed his own bag.

"Off to ski!"

Excited, Dudley followed Harry, just like when Harry and Hagrid first left together. But this time, it was Harry who forged a path through the crowd at the front.

In front of a 6'3", 200 kg powerhouse like Dudley, there was no such thing as a crowd.

"Excuse me, please!"

Harry, who was wearing only a vest in the winter, spoke gently, scaring off several tourists trying to cut in line. "If you keep pushing, I'll throw you all the way to the back, understand?"

"Yes, sir! No problem, sir! Please, go ahead!"

The previously chaotic line became much more orderly. It seemed they were more willing to listen to the laws of physics than to reason.

When they finally found their seats and sat down, Dudley froze again, who had been talking about showing off his skills. He tugged at Harry's sleeve and glanced across at their seats. His eyes said, "I wasn't lying! They're right across from us!"

The train seats were arranged in pairs, with a wooden table in the middle. Across from them sat two girls, one older and one younger, chatting happily while holding a travel brochure. They weren't speaking English, but that didn't matter.

The younger girl, about eight or nine years old, although young, already had a captivating beauty that made it hard to look away, as though she had some magical power that made her unforgettable at first sight.

"Oh, is that Mewah?"

"She's a Veela," Harry whispered.

The older girl beside her, her face hidden behind a cold weather mask, glanced up, revealing only her piercing sapphire-blue eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

Harry sat down, pulling the still-dazed Dudley with him. "Harry Potter, from Hogwarts. Are you here for the holiday too?"

Upon hearing Harry's calm and unassuming reply, the girl's eyes widened slightly, as though such calmness was rare for her. Dudley, on the other hand, was the usual reaction for someone who first saw her, even if it was just her eyes that were visible.

"Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons."

"Could you help me with this map? I couldn't get the French version of the guide, and my English isn't very good."

Fleur spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, with a lazy charm that matched her words. As she said, her English wasn't perfect, still carrying a French accent.

"It seems you're not very inclined to ask others for help," Harry said with a slight nod, taking the map. "Wake up, Dudley. The little fairy you saw is sitting right across from us. And there's an even more beautiful older sister."

Dudley, startled by the slap to the back of his head, rubbed his neck and blushed furiously, looking down without daring to look up.

"Hehehe." Fleur laughed softly, clearly not surprised. "Is this the little fairy you were talking about?"

Fleur reached over and pinched the younger girl's chubby cheek. "This is my sister, Gabrielle."

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Gabrielle asked curiously, sizing up Harry's face. "I've heard Camille talk about you."

"Camille?" Harry asked, puzzled, as he didn't recognize the name.

"She's my cousin. She entered the duel tournament last year and you knocked her wand out of her hand," Fleur explained, holding back a smile. "When she came back, she cried to me for quite a while."

"Ah, that was her..." Harry shook his head helplessly. "Tell her I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. If I used magic, things could have gotten worse."

"But Camille is really strong. Aunt Maxime praises her," Gabrielle added with wide eyes, clearly interested.

"That's because I'm even stronger." Harry, subtly hiding his right hand under his jacket to prevent others from seeing it, then pulled it out. A delicate ice crystal hairpin appeared at his fingertips. "Here, this is for you, Gabrielle. Do you like it?"

"Non-wand Transfiguration?" Fleur's eyes showed a trace of surprise, but Gabrielle, oblivious to the significance, nodded happily when she saw the beautiful hairpin. "I love it. Thank you, big brother."

"Could you help me put it on?"

Gabrielle leaned forward, bracing herself on the wooden table, allowing Harry to pin the hairclip onto her cute hat.

As the train began to move, the group became more familiar with each other.

Only Dudley sat frozen, his mind churning with confusion. "Harry, that bastard! Why didn't he teach me how to talk to pretty older sisters and younger girls? I can't even open my mouth! Damn it!"

(End of Chapter)