(This book is faithful to the original work, and there is no half-word magic change - A· K. Rowling. ）

People who live on Privet Road know that there is a strange boy living in the Dursley family in House Four, and it is said that the strange man is the child of Mrs. Dursley's sister, but due to the unexpected death of his parents, the kind-hearted Dursleys have adopted him.

But the boy was kept at a polite distance, and he had a strange tattoo on his forehead at a young age, and people even made up that his parents had died in a gangster vendetta, and that one day a gang of weirdos in black would come to the door and smash down the door of Dursley's house and take him away.

And this strange boy named Harry was waking up from his sleep at the moment, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

He grabbed the quilt and wiped it on his face, although the occasional nightmares became less frequent and blurred as he grew older, but the dark dreams still made him sweat coldly.

Harry pushed open the door to his bedroom and went to the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, a stream of cold water sprayed from the shower, and then gradually warmed up, and the mist began to fill, he washed away the cold sweat from his forehead, and used the hot water to relax himself.

After a while, the sound of the water faded and a large hand wiped the moisture off the mirror, and Harry stared at himself in the mirror and let out a cloudy breath.

"Eleven years..... he muttered to himself, "it's time to wake up from this damn dream!" ”

Harry patted his face vigorously, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze, on his forehead, there was a scar that was eye-catching and conspicuous, and the lines outlined the outline of a pistol, if Harry was not mistaken, this was a Glock G18 pistol, using a 9mm Barabrum pistol bullet, he had shot it when he was traveling abroad in his previous life, and he shot three ten-round magazines, because he scored a high score of 299 rings on the fifty-meter target, and the manager of the shooting range gave him a free order, I also gave a gold-plated Zippo lighter as a souvenir.

But that was in the last life!

Yes, he is a time-traveler who came to this world eleven years ago and became a baby named Harry Potter.

However, he felt that the world seemed to be a little different, and that the world was different from what he knew. Harry Potter written by K. Rowling is not quite the same as the Harry Potter world.

Like the nightmare he had just dreamed about, he heard a frightened female voice calling her husband's name, the man's name was James, with a loud bang, the man flew upside down, the woman who was supposed to be his mother threw herself in front of him, as if trying to protect him with her own body, what she said Harry couldn't hear clearly, he heard another loud bang, and the woman also fell.

A handsome, hideous man laughed wildly and raised his hand to him with a 50-caliber Desert Eagle, the muzzle of which burst into flames with a piercing green flame.

This T! M！ D！ Wrong!

If it's Harry Potter! Shouldn't Voldemort raise his little stick and shout 'Arvada nibbles big melons'?

It's a green light, but something is wrong with this green light!

It's not J· Harry Potter written by K. Rowling, which is A. Rowling's Harry Potter. Hallelujah written by K. Rowling! God girl in bikini bless you from being hit by stray bullets! Alleluia! (Hallelujah: Praise you, Lord!) ）

Harry's cheeks hurt at the thought of this fucking setting, and what made him even more miserable was that he didn't seem to have a standard gold finger as a traverser, and any system panel didn't exist, except for that outrageous nightmare, everything about him was very normal, at least it seemed.

Probably because he was dizzy, although his name was Harry, and he also lived in the house of his aunt and uncle at 4 Privet Road, and he also had an older brother named Dudley, but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..... Harry prefers to believe that there is something like Superman England in the world.

He had been to the zoo, but he didn't leave the glass blank and let Dudley get in close contact with the snake, he didn't fly to the chimney, let Aunt Penny be pointed at and scolded by the teacher, and he didn't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, his bedroom was next door to Dudley, and the two of them also liked to play computer games against aliens together, share fries and fried chicken together, and huddle on the sofa with potato chips to watch TV, but Dudley's fat muscles grew together, thick and strong, and his ability to resist blows was amazing, while Harry only grew muscles, and his lean knot was extremely explosive, The two of them also swept the Southeast Junior Boxing Tournament, and even guys in the age group two or three years taller than them were beaten down.

The Dursleys were very good to him, except for not mentioning their parents, they were not harsh on themselves, and they also hoped that the two brothers could be admitted to the Royal Military Academy together and take care of each other.

After taking a shower, Harry refreshed himself and kicked open the door where Dudley was hidden.

"Get up, brother, I'm going to try a 200-kilogram squat today, would you like to try it later?"

Dudley, who was woken up by a slap, rubbed his eyes, covered his yawn, and muttered in his mouth: "Squat a fart, last time my crotch collapsed, and I almost didn't flash my waist, just do bench press, I'm afraid that squats won't grow." ”

Dudley, rubbing his hair and crawling out of bed, straightened up and gestured with Harry, although the two of them were almost the same weight, but he looked several times thicker than Harry with half a head shorter, like a horse or something.

"Then hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, I'll get you breakfast, steak or pork chop?" Or some roasted deer legs? ”

"Deer legs." Dudley wiped the corners of his mouth, as if he had already smelled the fragrance, "Wait until next weekend for your birthday, let Dad take us to the countryside again, and shoot two deer, this thing has a warm strength." ”

"Okay, then hurry up, I'll throw the oven hot and eat it."

Harry patted his ass and went downstairs, proving that this world is not the Harry Potter world, and another point is that the technology tree in this world is wrong, there are guns in this world, and Dursley's house has a hunting gun, which can be charged for two hours and can fire five pulse laser beams, and the disposable high-energy battery is a tube product, and civilian firearms use low-power rechargeable batteries.

There were plasma weapons in this world, and there were high-energy ray weapons, but there were no gunpowder weapons that he had seen in his previous life.

What Glock 18, what Desert Eagle Point 50, none of them, so Harry firmly believed that he was due to the memories of his previous life that caused the nightmare of the devil, because he was shot and was caught up in a sudden gangster scuffle on the streets of the United States, and he should not have wandered around Brooklyn.

The venison leg meat is leftover from the last time I ate, it is a half-cooked semi-finished product, and it can be fragrant and oily after fifteen minutes in the oven, and five kilograms of deer leg meat is enough for myself and Dudley to fill my stomach and go to the gym to torture those equipment, and the fitness will be addictive, and I will be uncomfortable and panic if I don't move for a day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the milkman and the newspaperman arrived to wipe the grease from the corners of their mouths, Harry opened the door, reached for a dozen of milk, and then groped in the mailbox and pulled out a stack of newly delivered letters.

"Uncle Vernon, last month's bill has arrived, and the check for the prize money from my Boxing match with Dudley has arrived, adding up to two thousand pounds."

"Really?"

Uncle Vernon, who was eating butter bread with a coffee cup, looked up and slapped Dudley on the back so hard that he almost didn't press him into the plate.

"You two are good boys!" He touched his trouser pocket and counted out a stack of banknotes, "Three hundred for one person, go buy something you like, and we'll save the rest for the two of you to use when you go to college." ”

The tuition fees at the Royal Military Academy are not low at all, and even if Uncle Vernon's rig business is doing well, it is still a bit of a hassle to bear the burden of the two of them, and the two of them occasionally go to competitions with prize money to ease the burden on the family.

"Hey! There's money for a boxing glove. ”

Dudley slipped the money into his trouser pocket and emptied the plate in a few clicks.

"What's the matter, Harry, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Harry staring at him with a letter, Dudley leaned over with some curiosity.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class Grand Magician of the Order of Sir Merlin, Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, enclosing a list of the required books and equipment.

Term is scheduled to begin on the 1st of September, and we will be waiting for you to hear back by the 31st of July, and at 8am on the day of receipt, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will send our faithful Mr. Rubeus Hagrid to your home to tell you all about us, and we look forward to meeting you with all your questions answered.

Vice-Principal (Female)

Minerva McGonagall.

Something exploded in Harry's head!

His brain was buzzing, and the letters in his hand were scattered all over the ground, petrified like a chicken.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Wake up! ”

Dudley looked at him worriedly, and in hesitation, he raised his right hand, spitting and rubbing it.