Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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When Dumbledore realized that Harry was on the verge of turning into a muscle-bound brute, he decided to give him a magical transformation befitting a wizard. While Dumbledore didn't have children of his own, having been a teacher for decades, he understood that at Harry's age, kids often have a bit of rebellion in them. Simply advising him gently wouldn't work; instead, he needed to guide Harry to realize what was good for him.

The dramatic and attention-grabbing Animagus transformation worked wonders. After leaving the headmaster's office, Harry's mind was still buzzing with images of Dumbledore's phoenix fire and immortal skin, as well as his godfather's epic Batman cosplay.

Compared to turning into a swinging gorilla, the wizard's transformation was undoubtedly the coolest!

Speaking of gorillas, Harry suddenly remembered a cold joke Fleur had told him earlier.

"Harry, do you know which animal is the quietest when it's angry?"

It had been a night full of the sounds of insects chirping. After tiring of the snowy landscapes of Europe, the two had walked further south, where the winter was a sweltering 30°C, hot enough that only short sleeves could be worn.

"The quietest when it's angry?" Harry thought hard but couldn't come up with an animal that fit the description.

"It's the gorilla."

"Huh? Why?" Harry looked at Fleur, confused and unable to follow the logic.

"Because when gorillas get angry, they 'knuckle down'."

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The secret door behind the grandfather clock at the end of the hallway opened again with a creak. The room's furnishings hadn't changed, and as the only half-awakened wizard in Hogwarts, Harry was never disturbed here.

He opened another hidden door within the secret room, stepping in front of the skeletal suit of armor created from solidified lightning. Even though Harry hadn't yet mastered the first stage of Animagus transformation, it didn't stop him from starting work on refining this armor.

As Seti's note mentioned, creating solidified lightning with magic required an immense amount of magical energy. Harry had only produced a small thread of it in the headmaster's office, but it had drained more than two-thirds of his magic. That small thread was barely a drop in the ocean for a full-body suit of armor. This was going to be a long-term project.

However, before embarking on this extensive task, Harry had a smaller goal he could achieve in the short term.

The Elder Wand.

This wand, which could bestow immense power to a wizard, had instead become a burden on Dumbledore's shoulders, stalling his powerful progress. Harry didn't think Dumbledore, having lost the Elder Wand, was weaker than before. Quite the opposite—Harry was more inclined to believe that, now free of its constraints, Dumbledore was even stronger than before.

Channeling the right emotions and clearing the mind were ways in which spiritual growth could propel a wizard's power to new heights. Magic, as part of a system of idealistic forces, was also enhanced by inner strength.

Harry didn't want to follow the same path as Dumbledore, even though he knew that if he let go of his ebony and ivory wand, he would gain unimaginable strength—about 75 times the usual magical amplification, along with many special strengthening properties Harry had yet to fully understand. The radiant threads wrapped around the wand each represented a special power imbued into it.

These special powers came from the cores of demon lords, powerful creatures above the typical demons. High-risk enchantments were performed using their magical cores to enhance the wand. Not every attempt succeeded, and even those that did didn't always result in positive boosts.

Professor Flitwick had once casually mentioned to Harry that while some lucky wizards had created terrifying artifacts that amplified area-of-effect spells by hundreds or even thousands of times, you had to also consider the unlucky ones. There was once a wealthy wizard who, after depleting his fortune and achievements, exchanged them for four demon lord cores. He gambled on the favor of Lady Luck, hoping to enhance his wand. The result was:

He succeeded—his wand fused four demon lord cores. Not a single failure occurred because the wand had been developed to such a high degree, accompanying him in battle for fifty years. For fifty years, he never left the Abyssal Battlefield, constantly hunting demons and earning military honors.

But he also failed. His wand now bore four glowing threads, but they were dull and grey. A respected warrior had lost his most cherished weapon, and that night, the camp was filled with the sound of his anguished cries.

The gambler met his end in vain.

This is Flitwick's advice to Harry. He, too, had once hunted demon lords alongside his companions in the Abyssal Battlefield, but Flitwick believed that gambling on such uncertain luck was unnecessary. While this approach may not lead to "great wealth," it allowed one to avoid unpredictable accidents.

Flitwick, a Ravenclaw, had a calm and rational mind, a sharp contrast to the impulsive nature of Dumbledore, who hailed from Gryffindor.

Of course, one couldn't deny that the bold Dumbledore had an extraordinary amount of good fortune, even winning two grand prizes—a feat few could accomplish. Perhaps becoming England's "king without a crown" truly granted him the luck of a European emperor?

Harry wasn't a gambler, nor did he share Gryffindor's reckless spirit. As a kind and approachable Hufflepuff, Harry never entered a battle unprepared. Even when hunting a werewolf, he always ensured that he had backup, like Hagrid. Behind every seemingly impulsive action, there was always a strong mentor ensuring his safety. Though this might take away some of the thrill of adventure, it was a stable approach.

The Elder Wand, now restored to its branch-like form, was held firmly in Harry's hand. This secret room, located in the most secure and undisturbed part of Hogwarts, was the perfect place for his work. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Harry grasped the Elder Wand by both ends, with his thumbs resting on a black gemstone at its center.

"Visaa-tah-ul" (Split-Combine-Eternal)

The transparent black gemstone pulsed with iron-gray magical energy, its ancient incantations empowered by the Resurrection Stone, unleashing their full potential.

When working with materials from the gods, ordinary magical methods were useless. Harry had realized this when trying to process the Invisibility Cloak; no magic, not even alchemy, could destroy the mysterious leather that absorbed magic. However, the magic of an Awakened Wizard was not so easily consumed, at least not instantaneously.

Harry could feel the Invisibility Cloak trying to devour his magic, though it wasn't fast or discreet enough. Perhaps it was due to the far superior spiritual will within the cloak, for when the magic of an Awakened Wizard was absorbed, the owner could sense it.

The needle running through the cloak was Harry's own magic, condensed into a needle-like form.

The godly materials that Grindelwald couldn't find a way to cut now showed a smooth incision, as "Visaa" (Split) divided the whole into two equal parts. The connection of "Tah" (Combine) meant that the split branches, while separated, established a bond like they were one. Finally, "Ul" (Eternal) fixed everything that had transpired in place.

Just like the twin materials of black ebony and white ivory, the Elder Wand was now divided into two, but remained unified, a two-in-one whole.

The magical traces left on it were destroyed by this separation—not due to crude craftsmanship from an Awakened Wizard, but because Harry didn't need them. What he hoped to obtain was the Cut Lance of Longinus, though the Elder Wand would suffice for now.

"Zii"

The symbol representing 'spirit' or 'will' was spoken aloud, and Harry, with his depleted magical reserves, had to breathe deeply, drawing in natural magic around him to convert it into the iron-gray magic bearing his mark.

The two wooden rods, under Harry's will, began to transform. The Elder Wand, with its unique ability to take any form, shifted in his hands.

Two hollow tubes now lay flat in his palm, with the ebony and ivory pieces inserted firmly into place, fitting perfectly.

Harry pressed the trigger. There was no explosive magical burst or visible flash of light. Instead, a large glowing orb shot from the barrel before quickly disappearing.

"Killer, I'm a professional."

He blew at the barrel, a smirk crossing his face.

"Everything is in place. Now, I just need to master silent casting."

(End of Chapter)