[Draco, enclosing a Christmas present for you, I hope you don't dislike them for being Muggles.]

After all, there's nothing in the wizarding world that Malfoy can't buy, and I'm almost running out of my savings to prepare for this.

I wrote to you from a Muggle inn. Very shabby hotel, I must make enough money to rent a comfortable house during the summer vacation, and I hope to invite you (if you can tolerate the non-magical world).

Christmas songs were playing outside at the time of writing, and the snow had turned all the roofs white, but people were still stubbornly decorating them and looking lively.

I wonder if you're happy when you get home...... Say hello to your mom and dad for me. Thank you for the Chinese specialties they sent before, it is no exaggeration to say that it almost saved half my life.

Actually, I have a lot to say to you, but I'm too busy today, maybe I can save it for school to share with you?

I miss you unexpectedly.

Merry Christmas.

- Lin An]

The letter is not long.

Perhaps, not as long as given to Porter.

But after reading a few lines, Draco already felt his heart beat louder.

He stared at the last paragraph until the house-elf brought Lucius a hot cup of tea, and Narcissa followed suit, and then he casually put away the letter, and began to look at the gifts that had spent most of the money on the shore.

The first thing I picked up was a pistol that didn't look brand new.

"What is this?"

He looked at it curiously.

"A Muggle weapon." Lucius said stiffly, "It's not a big deal, it's loud, it needs to be put on—what do they call it?" Bullet. Muggles use this to fight."

The last time I saw something like this was when I followed the Dark Lord more than ten years ago.

At that time, they used to pass through Muggle places, and occasionally saw some......

However, with a wave of a wand, it can be done silently, and no one cares about these inferior Muggle weapons.

Draco was curious.

He looked left and right, then tentatively grasped the handle of the gun.

Look at the gift box again, there is a neat box of brass-colored bullets inside, and at the top is a note:

[Dangerous weapons, please do not aim at anyone]

This is Lin An's handwriting.

Draco put the note away, only to realize that there was a single image pressed underneath.

It was a picture of a Muggle soldier standing there with a gun, and with a single glance, Draco remembered the other man's movements.

Then, he raised his arm and grasped the gun, the muzzle pointed straight ahead.

And when you turn the page of pictures, there is a line of explanation behind it, which is the construction of the gun, how to use it, and some simple principles......

It can be seen that the method of use was filled in by Lin An in a hurry, and the handwriting is not the same.

He didn't understand it very well, but it didn't prevent him from using this text to understand how the gun should be used.

At this moment, Draco, who regarded this pistol as a rare gadget, fumbled a little rusty to disassemble the magazine, and followed the dismantling procedure of the picture, filling it with bullets one by one. ….

When the reassembly was completed, he pulled the safety bolt according to the exact comparison between the explanation above and the picture, and then pointed straight ahead-

"Draco," Lucius said he didn't care, but his eyes were still wary at the moment, "don't try Muggle mess."

Draco was rarely stubborn:

"Dad, I want to give it a try."

He couldn't understand a lot of the pictures and the materials. This kind of ignorance is not as profound as a spell but there are traces, but it is a completely different system.

He begged, "Daddy, can you help me put on an armor?"

Lin An said that in everything you do, you must ensure your safety as much as possible.

In fact, they had already learned this spell under the leadership of Lin An, but he didn't know how to do magic without a wand and silently, and the Ministry of Magic didn't allow students to cast it outside of school......

Therefore, Lucius can only be allowed to make a move.

What's more, Lucius's magic power is stronger, and the effect of armor protection will be greater than if he used it himself.

Lucius didn't want to toss around this Muggle stupidity. But at this moment, he also has an indescribable impulse in his heart-

Wizards are not completely closed off from the outside world, they just look down on any Muggles, but that doesn't mean they haven't been exposed to the slightest bit of information.

Draco's Muggle friend, he admired, but couldn't accept it.

And the Muggle items in front of you......

Accompanied by a spell, Draco felt like he was wrapped in layers of mana.

He went to the window, opened it, and the cold wind and snow blew in, making him feel excited.

The vestibule of Malfoy Manor is wide and quiet, with a central fountain and flowers and trees that are as colorful as spring under the blessing of magic, but also covered with dreamy snowflakes.

To welcome Christmas, even house-elves decorate the yard with various decorations.

And this is the kind of sight that Draco has seen too many times.

He silently imitated the movements of the person in the picture, his legs were slightly separated, his shoulders sank, and then he held the handle of the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger hard—

"Bang!"

The strong recoil and noise made him raise his arm in shock the moment he fired, and the trajectory of the bullet was completely offset.

And his own ears were ringing, and he even staggered back two steps, and there was an indescribable dull pain in his arm.

The armor shield is not intended for this kind of damage at all, so it does not work.

Narcissa exclaimed, pointing out the window, "Lucius!"

Draco ignored the pain and hurried back to the window with the other party.

I saw the fountain in the middle of the meadow, the eyes of the marble carved unicorn, which had now been blown into a mess of rubble, and there were many pieces of rubble falling on the snow next to it...... That kind of power, it's ...... It's like a spell [Broken bones]

Draco muttered, "I'm aiming at the tree a little farther away......

But Lucius was already serious.

- Muggle craftsmen, how do they make these things?

Draco flipped the gun over and over, then turned his head to look at the miserable unicorn again, rubbing his arm that was already sore.

"The stack says it's called Tokarev, and it's a product of the 1930's that Muggles are about to be phased out."

"And this kind of thing can be mass-produced."

"I want to ...... That's what Lin An has always said, Muggles...... Ordinary people, more powerful than we think."

He pulled out a stack of materials and decided to read them carefully during the holidays.

It was only then that he noticed that there were two brand-new books with plastic wrap next to them.

The cover depicts a bizarre giant creature that looks like an alchemical artifact, and the name is called—

"Transformers".

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