Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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Shul-Sun, Qua-Armor, Laas-Life

Green does not solely symbolize the deadly glow of the Avada Kedavra curse; it also represents the arrival of spring, a vibrant resurgence of life.

Perhaps this lively vitality was not acquired through entirely honorable means, but does that really matter? In this gray and black zone, where money allows one to abandon all morality, shame, and even legal agreements, the order of the outside world simply does not apply. Here, the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—is the unyielding rule that governs all.

As hunters, they prey on their targets, sometimes even on weaker hunters, treating them as new prey. Naturally, when confronted with a hunter far stronger than themselves, it's only normal for the hunters to become the hunted.

If Harry were a man bound by order and discipline, he could never do what he does now. But, unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—he is no guardian of order. When the situation demands it, he will trample upon order without hesitation. Chaos lies at his core, driving him to pursue freedom—freedom that belongs solely to him.

Even with the blood of hundreds, if not thousands, on his hands, Harry can still feast on roasted meat, drink wine, and sing heartily without a care in the world. From beginning to end, he has never considered the poachers who perished by his hand—or those who risked their lives here for other reasons—to be his equals.

Perhaps, he doesn't even see himself as a mere human?

After a full night of rest, Harry readied his equipment, ensuring he was in peak condition.

He carried a tower shield forged from magical alloy—the very one he had once used to smash Voldemort's head. Its surface was wrapped in a shimmering, mercury-like invisibility cloak. Previously crude stitching on the cloak had been refined by Harry's careful rework, making it far sturdier. The shield was tall enough to completely cover his body, and the excess material of the cloak had been crafted into a sleeve to protect the hand holding the shield.

To be honest, this equipment was exceedingly crude; its only redeeming quality was its durability. Dumbledore couldn't modify the cloak, leaving Harry as the only one capable of tinkering with it. While the awakened power within the cloak wouldn't deplete its magic instantly, it did offer a decent buffer period. Yet Harry simply lacked the time and energy to study the cloak's unique properties.

The black robe he wore over everything served only as a disguise. Beneath it, a simple one-piece bodysuit fashioned from demon-hide—similar in material to the invisibility cloak—encased him entirely. Harry had merely folded and punctured the demon-hide to create a makeshift protective suit. Thanks to the hide's exceptional stretch and flexibility, this makeshift "hazmat suit" fit snugly rather than appearing bulky.

The silver sheen of the suit lent it a futuristic, spacesuit-like vibe. Ever seen tight-fitting silver leather bodysuits? Yeah, it was that kind of flashy.

Harry had stored away his trusty Glock 18—it wouldn't help in the upcoming fight. He was preparing to face a Sun Dragon, a creature with tough scales and thick hide. Though Sun Dragons weren't massive—Harry had never seen one over 25 meters long, falling short of the 30-meter threshold for medium-sized dragons—their golden-red scales were even tougher than those of other dragon species. No ordinary magic could pierce them.

Both the Glock 18 and his newly upgraded Uzi submachine gun were ineffective against such creatures. Using them would only result in a stream of "-0, -0, -0," frustrating enough to make anyone's blood pressure spike.

When one hand was busy holding a shield, Harry's best option was to put away the white ivory wand and wield the black ebony one instead.

The old wand-mounted silencer, now dismantled, could still be gripped easily. With it, Harry could draw a 1.5-meter-long single-handed sword—an upgraded version imbued with a Wind King Enchantment. The sword's transparent blade would catch enemies off guard, as those who couldn't see magic with their naked eyes would suffer greatly. Additionally, its 50x magical amplification would allow Harry to enhance the blade's strength to a level capable of slicing through Sun Dragon scales.

Other wizards, when dealing with such tough creatures, typically relied on sniper-rifle forms of their wands with maximum amplification power. Most wizards who advanced their wands to this level could achieve at least a 20x magic amplification, coupled with specialized penetration and damage-focused spell sets. For a skilled wizard, solo dragon-slaying wasn't an impossible feat. With a team, the task became even easier.

However, the Sun Dragon was an exception. These creatures' breath weapons relied on the Sunstone in their chests, compressing magic into high-energy laser-like blasts. The massive energy dissipation and decay meant their range was terrifying—at least 10 to 20 kilometers. Harry himself had been hit by one such blast from over 10 kilometers away. If he hadn't reacted quickly and escaped, he would've been dead.

At that distance, a wizard's spells couldn't even reach the dragon, let alone strike with laser-like precision.

If not for this bug-like ability, the treasure-laden Sun Dragons, along with their eggs, would have long been packed up and stolen by greedy poachers.

Speaking of which, just like the Sun Dragons, Professor Flitwick, who mastered the art of rapid spellcasting, is also something of a bug. No wonder he managed to win the World Duelist Championship Arena title five times in a row. It's equally no surprise that his appearance in a free-for-all battlefield always triggers a group assault—because if left unchecked, everyone else could only ever hope to compete for second place.

After positioning his emergency healing potions within easy reach, Harry uncorked a vial and downed a specially prepared elixir. The Strength Liberation Potion, a power-enhancing concoction that temporarily overdrafts one's physical limits, doesn't lose effectiveness simply because the user's base strength is high.

In fact, the stronger the wizard, the more power the potion can draw out. With three drops of slow-release formula, the potion that previously only lasted five minutes now extended its effects to seven. Under its influence, Harry's punches could deliver at least 15 tons of impact, enough to rival Hagrid's casual strikes.

Although such strength might fall short when arm-wrestling with a massive dragon, it was more than enough to handle a Sun Dragon, whose physical strength wasn't particularly enhanced. Hurting it was entirely feasible.

The previously weighty tower shield now felt featherlight, and swinging it created a sharp gust of wind, radiating an intimidating sense of power.

A Sun Dragon, which resembled a glowing LED bulb, was highly conspicuous even during the day. Soaring in the sky with wings spread wide, they seemed to absorb solar radiation from millions of kilometers away. During breakfast, Sun Dragons preferred solitude, unlike at night when they would gather around the summit of Sun Mountain for what could only be described as a collective dance party.

Midday, when the sun shone its brightest, the dragons would lounge on the mountain's upper platforms, basking in the scorching sunlight for a rejuvenating nap.

Morning, therefore, was the best time to act. Harry had no intention of slaying a dragon or stealing treasure. After all, Sun Dragons were one of the few dragon species that lived in social groups. Killing one and escaping unscathed within a short time was simply unrealistic. Harry wasn't overconfident to that degree—unless he had a physique like Hagrid's. Only then could he drink the Strength Liberation Potion, teleport to a dragon's head, pin it down, and deliver three explosive punches to finish it off in seconds.

However, Hagrid couldn't pull off Harry's dexterous combat style, and Harry knew he could never possess Hagrid's inhumanly exaggerated physical attributes. With 90% of an adult giant's strength and resistance compacted into a body just one-fifth their size, Hagrid was the epitome of concentrated power—a one-of-a-kind ultimate hybrid giant.

"I told you to stop spitting everywhere!"

Tower shield in hand and ebony wand gripped tightly, Harry had already locked onto the same infuriating Sun Dragon that had hit him with a laser cannon half a month ago. Without hesitation, he apparated directly above the dragon's head.

The Sun Dragon, basking with half-closed eyes in the morning light, suddenly found its vision blocked. A tower shield, nearly the size of half its head, slammed into its face with the force of a wrecking ball.

Though 15 tons of impact wasn't enough to snap its neck, the blow left its mind momentarily blank, buzzing like an empty void.

"Shock Absorption! Deceleration! Freeze! Petrify! Ground Slam!"

"Get out of the sky!"

With veins bulging, Harry's left arm swelled visibly, nearly bending the tower shield as he swung it with all his might. His target: the central crest between the Sun Dragon's ruby-like horns.

"Down you go!!!"

BANG! 

The Sun Dragon's brain rattled as if it had been turned to mush, and it plummeted to the ground in a spectacular crash. The ungraceful descent puzzled its companions several kilometers away. But as soon as they spotted the tiny figure of Harry perched on the fallen dragon, chaos broke out. The entire flock flapped their wings and tore through the sound barrier, rushing to its aid at breakneck speed.

The Sun Dragons of Sun Mountain numbered only a few dozen, their existence sustained by the mountain's unique geographical conditions. Just as no two leaves are alike, there was no second Sun Mountain in the world—a singular wonder of nature known as Chittadalro Sun Mountain.

The fallen Sun Dragon, having been slammed from several hundred meters in the air, began to thrash violently on the ground. But the tumbling dirt and rocks piled up on its massive body, forming a 50-meter-high mound. Sitting atop the dragon's neck, gripping its horns with both hands, was the grinning little menace responsible for the chaos.

"Gotcha now, haven't I?"

"Now you can't fly, can you?"

"I told you not to spit at me!"

BANG 

"I told you not to ambush me when I'm minding my own business!"

BANG 

"I'm barely thirteen years old!"

BANG 

"Do you even know what the Minor Protection Law is?"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not Harry Potter!"

Harry, now putting away his ebony wand, grabbed the tower shield with both hands and slammed it down. The impact carved the Sun Dragon's head outline into the magical alloy shield.

But as is often the case, the fun times were short-lived. Just seconds after the dragon hit the ground, dozens of sonic booms ripped through the air as shadows descended from the sky. In an instant, Harry found himself beneath the looming threat of dozens of golden-red dragon eyes glaring down. If Harry had intended to kill the Sun Dragon from the beginning, there was no way he could have done so in such a short time.

Although the Elder Wand's extension of invisible blades could cut through dragon scales, the sheer size and vitality of dragons meant that even with a death threat looming, it was impossible to predict the kind of deadly resistance a creature like this might muster.

"Shul-Qua-Laas!"

The green bracelet on his wrist disintegrated at that moment, and the life force of hundreds of people siphoned off fueled the awakened magical symbols. A brilliant golden armor enveloped Harry's body, providing protection against the Sun Dragon's devastating magic breath. This combination of magic was specifically designed to counter the dragons' unique firepower. It was one of the best defensive shields in the world against their specialized attacks.

If it were a one-on-one fight, Harry felt confident that with his dual-layered protection, he could last for quite a while. But facing a swarm of dragons? The concentrated firepower from their beams would be hard to withstand for more than a few seconds.

Awakened ones were not invincible; their difference from wizards lay in the purity and intensity of their magical energy. But this wasn't something exclusive to the Awakened—many powerful magical creatures had a natural magical superiority over wizards.

Take the Angle-Back Beast, for example, one of the lowest creatures on the magical food chain. Even it could easily ignore most wizard spells and required a team of ten to knock out.

The Sun Dragon, positioned at the very top of the magical creature food chain, possessed magical power that rivaled that of the Awakened. The only difference was that Awakened ones had a much stronger spiritual will, which was their greatest—and only—advantage.

After taking a beating for over ten seconds, the humiliated Sun Dragon let out a furious roar, its nostrils flattened in anger. Blinding white light poured from the gaps in its scales like blades, shredding the mound of earth that had been pinning it down.

With a violent shake of its head, it tried to dislodge the little pest clinging to its neck. But as it lifted its gaze, it found itself under the amused, teasing stares of its companions, who were clearly enjoying the show.

'This little one doesn't have any killing intent.'

'And it's kind of cute with its golden glow.'

'It smells like the sun.'

'Shall we keep watching the show?'

'Agreed.' 'Agreed.'

There aren't many magical creatures in the world that can speak human language. However, almost every high-level magical creature can understand human speech. Many magical creatures are even more attuned to magic than humans. Likewise, wizards can learn the languages of different magical creatures. Dumbledore himself had learned over a hundred languages, including Giant and Mermaid, and with magic's wonders, communication across species was possible. The only problem was that the wizards' "magical quality" wasn't high enough to receive this gift.

The Sun Dragon that had looked up for the first time experienced what it felt like to be publicly humiliated. With the fire burning in its heart, it suddenly stood up, and the Sunstone on its chest began to shine with blinding light. In an instant, it transformed into a terrestrial sun, releasing a far greater power than its earlier spitting light beam. The blinding white light seemed to pierce the heavens. The other Sun Dragons, who had been watching the spectacle from above, scattered in an instant and then found better vantage points to continue watching the drama unfold.

Within the blinding light, a dim golden glow shimmered, like a rock in the middle of crashing waves. The heavy golden armor resisted the high-energy photons, but like the rock being slowly eroded by relentless waves, the armor too was gradually worn down, its edges smoothing with each wave of force.

The sound of the tower shield's impact had vanished, and the shield, now lodged in the dragon's horn, became the point of leverage holding Harry in place. The violent, terrifying energy was trying to knock him off the Sun Dragon's neck. If he were to be thrown off, his only choice would be to run to avoid getting blasted in the face by another energy beam.

"Interest hasn't been paid off yet!"

Blood vessels bulged in Harry's eyes as he struggled to grip the hilt of the invisible sword.

"God's Blade, No Shadow!"

The five-foot-long blade extended out, but under the torrent of photons, even the blade formed by the invisible sword began to crumble. After a short while, the blade was barely two feet long, the maximum length it could stretch at that moment.

With the short blade in his reverse grip, Harry plunged it downward, struggling to penetrate the dragon's scales at the neck.

Now that he had a new point of leverage, Harry steadied himself again, then swung the shield with all his might. Using the force of the photon flow, he propelled himself off the dragon's neck, delivering a powerful and unprecedented blow.

"I told you not to spit at me!"

BANG—

The blinding pillar of light that had pierced the heavens vanished.

On the slanted dragon's head, a deep indent appeared, and a tooth, as thick as a man's arm, flew out in a perfect arc, crashing onto the ground at Harry's feet.

"That's the interest!"

Harry exhaled deeply, lifting the now-deformed shield to look at the dazed Sun Dragon in front of him.

"Come on! Let's do this one-on-one!"

Harry stretched his body and taunted the dragon, his mocking tone clear.

"Come at me—"

The dragon's roar echoed, though the tilted dragon face—now missing a large tooth—seemed to lose some of its former majesty.

(End of Chapter)