abnormal hogwarts

Not long after Dumbledore fell asleep again, he was woken up by a rushing sound again.

As soon as he walked out of the lounge and before he could go down the stairs, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Professor Dumbledore, what we were most worried about happened...a girl was kidnapped."

Professor McGonagall said with a pale face: "The heir of Slytherin left another line of words. Just below the last paragraph, it said: Her bones will always remain in the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore frowned, why did Albert keep getting more and more playful?

Should I choose to turn a blind eye or try my best to perform with you?

"Do you know who the kidnapped girl is?" Dumbledore took out his wand as he spoke and summoned a silver-white phoenix patronus to fly towards the campus radio room that was later added.

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"Inform the students of each college, everyone gather in the common room, and the prefects will count the number of people to see who has been kidnapped."

"I have informed you," Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore out of the principal's office, "We must send all students home tomorrow..."

"No, Minerva, the situation has not reached its most critical moment yet." Dumbledore sighed.

He couldn't tell Professor McGonagall that this was a play that Albert followed his orders and played for Harry, right?

Later, he found that Professor McGonagall, who was kept in the dark, pulled out the staff in seconds and killed him and Albert together.

……

Harry and Ron walked straight through the unguarded castle gate and ran all the way to the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor of the castle.

Just as they were passing a classroom on the fifth floor of the castle, two hands suddenly stretched out from the classroom door, grabbed them both, and pulled them in.

"The professors are all upstairs. You just ran up there. Aren't you afraid of being arrested for wandering at night?"

Harry and Ron were relieved when they heard this familiar voice.

"What did you do? You got soaked all over and fell into the black lake?" As Fred spoke, he waved his hand and summoned a stream of hot air to quickly dry the two people's wet clothes.

Harry asked quickly: "What happened? Why do you say the professors are upstairs?"

He had an unknown premonition in his heart.

"I don't know, it seems like the attack happened again." George replied.

The twin brothers had just finished their supper in the kitchen and were using the Disillusionment Charm all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. However, when they reached the sixth floor, they heard the professors coming downstairs.

They were not so proficient in the Disguise Charm that they could hide it from the professors.

During this extraordinary period, if Ye You were caught by the professors, he might immediately be regarded as the murderer who opened the secret room.

Although they all know that the secret room was opened by Albert two years ago, and the basilisks inside were all captured alive by Albert and transformed into the current Godzilla.

But the professors don’t know.

So the two of them wanted to sneak back to the kitchen, but when they got down to the fifth floor, they met Ron and Harry who had just returned from the castle.

At this moment, Dumbledore's voice sounded from the campus PA system throughout the Hogwarts Castle:

"Students from each college, please gather in the common room immediately. Please ask the prefect to report the number of people in the college immediately after counting them."

"The attack has definitely happened again!" Harry said firmly.

Ron looked at his two brothers, "George, Fred, are there any alchemy tools you can lend us?"

"Alchemy props? What kind of alchemy props do you want?" George crossed his arms, looking proud that "you have asked the right person."

"Firepower," Harry said simply.

He recalled the battle he had just fought with the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

Sure enough, more is better, bigness is beauty, and caliber is justice.

Within range!Truth everywhere!

After experiencing a battle, Harry suffered from a deep phobia of lack of firepower.

George fumbled in his pocket for a while, took out a pistol with a large number of magic patterns engraved on its surface, and showed it to the two of them.

"Alchemically modified version of the Desert Eagle pistol, [-]-inch caliber." George snapped a piece of energy storage crystal into the magazine, and then loaded the pistol. "The original live ammunition was replaced by magic bullets. It can achieve unlimited bullets without recoil.”

George pulled the trigger directly, and there was a gunshot. The magic bullet made a fist-sized hole in the classroom wall.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said nothing.

"Is it too bad? I agree."

George put the pistol on the table next to him and continued to fumble in the space bag.

"The SPAS-12 multifunctional shotgun has a magazine that can hold 8 rounds of bullets." George introduced.

Fred slapped a handful of bullets exuding various magical brilliance on the table in front of several people. "The bullets are engraved with ancient magic patterns of various properties, which can produce different effects, such as freezing, burning, corrosion, and venom." wait……"

"Bang!" There was another firing sound that was louder than the Sand Eagle pistol just now.

On the floor next to it, centered on the bullet impact point, a one-meter diameter area was covered with a thick layer of frost.

It seems that what was just fired was a frozen bullet.

"What am I talking about? You don't plan to use this thing to hunt in the Forbidden Forest. You are not hunters, so I'll throw it away." George glanced at the expressionless Ron and Harry, and then put the shotgun Placed aside.

Fred took George's space bag and pulled out two identical rifles.

Harry recognized it at a glance as the M16A1 semi-automatic rifle that was installed in large quantities in the United States. Although he had no knowledge of firearms, he had seen Arthur Weasley's collection when he visited the Burrow several times before.

At that time, Mr. Weasley proudly introduced the gun to him.

“These were my dad’s two favorite guns, and he got them from a Yankee from Texas, and Texas is more than just tacos.

"My father also gave them a very domineering name - 'Destroy the Sky' and 'Destroy the Earth'. When they are combined, they can destroy the heaven and the earth."

Harry: "..."

Isn't this thing just an M16 rifle? It's not fully automatic and can only fire three bursts. How ridiculous is it?

"It's great, isn't it?" George glanced at Harry's expression, "But you don't seem to be satisfied? You are such a picky customer."

"This is the MGL grenade launcher, with a caliber of 40 mm. It can launch a variety of magic bombs." Fred held out a grenade gun with a rotating structure. "It can fire six rounds in a row. With our Various magic bullets encapsulating magic spells can produce different effects."

George took out a grenade and placed it on the table in front of him. "This grenade encapsulates the flash spell modified by Ivor Demon. It can emit a violent flash and have a strong concussion effect within a range of ten meters. One shot can make the opponent lose it." Combat ability.”

"This one is encapsulated with strong fire and must be used in conjunction with fire extinguishing bombs." Fred took out two grenades, one red and one blue.

"After using the fire bomb, you must extinguish the fire in time within 1 minute so that you will not be swallowed up by the spreading fire."

George and Fred looked at each other, then looked at the expressionless Harry and Ron, and shook their heads helplessly.

"You are very demanding." George sighed.

Little did they know, the two people on the opposite side were so shocked that they were speechless by the equipment they took out one after another.

Fred placed the grenade gun on the table nearby, "Let me tell you, size is important. Don't believe others who say it's not important. Big is good, and more is beautiful."

George took out a heavy machine gun from the space bag with some difficulty.

The six pitch-black barrels glowed with light, as if they would spit out tongues of fire in the next second, annihilating everything in sight with a burst of metal storm.

"M134 heavy machine gun, Ron, you should have seen it when you were at home."

Not only Ron had seen it, but Harry had also seen it. He had seen it through the driving periscope of the T-34 earlier. The four machine guns standing at the four corners of the tank were of this model.

"Okay, the requirements are really high." George saw that the two of them still had the same faces, and helplessly placed the heavy machine gun aside.