Chapter 1 Glock forehead tattoo, born as a social person

Author: Aurora scattered

Chapter 1 Glock forehead tattoo, born as a social person

(This book is faithful to the original work, and not a single word has been altered - A.K. Rowling.)

People who live on Privet Drive all know one thing. There is a strange boy living in the Dursley family at No. 4. It is said that the strange boy is the child of Mrs. Dursley's sister. However, due to the accidental death of his parents, he has a kind heart.

The Dursleys adopted him.

But people kept a polite distance from this boy. How could he have a weird tattoo on his forehead at such a young age? People even imagined that his parents died in a gang vendetta. Maybe one day a gang would

A strange man in black came to the door, broke down the door of Dursley's house and took 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 his face. Although the occasional nightmares became less and less frequent and blurred as he grew older, the dark dreams still made him sweat.

Harry pushed open the door to his bedroom and went to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and a stream of cold water spurted out from the shower head. Then it gradually became warmer and the water mist began to spread. He washed away the cold sweat on his forehead and used the

Hot water relaxes your mind.

Soon after, the sound of water flow gradually became quieter, and a big hand wiped away the moisture on the mirror. Harry stared at himself in the mirror and exhaled a filthy breath.

"It's been eleven years," he murmured to himself, "it's time to wake up from this damn dream!"

Harry patted his face hard and stared at himself in the mirror in a daze. On his forehead, there was a conspicuous scar, and the lines outlined the outline of a pistol. If Harry recognized it correctly, this was

A Glock G18 pistol, used

It was a 9mm Parabellum pistol bullet. He had shot it when traveling abroad in his previous life. He shot three 10-round magazines. Because he scored 299 rings at the 50-meter target, the manager of the shooting range gave him a free shot.

After placing the order, I also received a gold-plated Zippo lighter as a souvenir.

But that was a previous life!

Yes, I am a time traveler. I came to this world eleven years ago and became a baby named Harry Potter.

However, he felt that the world seemed a little different, the Harry Potter world that he knew was different from the Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling.

Just like the nightmare he just had, he heard a frightened female voice calling her husband's name. The man was called James. With a loud bang, the man flew out upside down. The woman who should be his mother

She threw herself in front of him, as if she wanted to protect him with her body. Harry couldn't hear what she said clearly. He heard another loud bang, and the woman also fell.

There was a man with a handsome but ferocious face who laughed wildly and raised a 50-caliber Desert Eagle in his hand. A dazzling green flame exploded from the muzzle.

There's something wrong with this T!M!D!

If it were Harry Potter! Shouldn't Voldemort hold up a small stick and yell at himself, "Avada eats a big melon"?

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

This is not Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling, this is Hallelujah written by A.K. Rowling! God girl in bikini protect you from stray bullets! Hallelujah! (Ha)

Hallelujah: Praise you, Lord!)

Harry's cheeks hurt when he thought of this damn setting. What made him even more miserable was that as a time traveler, he didn't seem to have a standard golden finger. There was no system panel at all, except for having those outrageous nightmares.

Other than that, everything about him is perfectly normal, or so it seems.

It was probably because he was confused. Although his name was Harry, he lived with his aunt and uncle at No. 4 Privet Drive, and he had a brother named Dudley, but Harry at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry preferred to believe in the world.

There's something like an English Superman.

He went to the zoo, but he didn't melt the glass and let Dudley have close contact with snakes. He didn't fly up the chimney and let Aunt Petunia be pointed at and scolded by the teacher. He didn't sleep in the cupboard under the stairs.

The bedroom was next door to Dudley's, and the two of them also liked to play computer games about beating aliens together, share French fries and fried chicken, and watch TV on the sofa with potato chips in their hands. However, Dudley grew fat and muscles together.

, thick and strong, with amazing ability to withstand blows, while Harry only grew muscles and had extremely strong and explosive muscles. The two of them also swept the Southeastern District Youth Boxing Competition, even the guys who were two or three age groups taller than them.

I was beaten to the ground by them.

The Dursleys were very kind to him. Apart from not mentioning his parents, they were not harsh on him. 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 felt refreshed and kicked open the door of Dudley's room which was ajar.

"Get up, brother, today I plan to challenge a 200 kilogram squat. Do you want to try it later?"

Dudley, who was woken up by a slap, rubbed his eyes, covered a yawn, and muttered: "Squat, my crotch fell apart last time, and I almost lost my waist, just do some bench presses."

, I’m afraid I won’t grow taller if I do squats.”

Rubbing his hair and crawling out of bed, Dudley stood up straight and made gestures with Harry. Although the weight of the two was almost the same, he was half a head shorter than Harry and looked several times thicker than Harry, like

What a horse.

"Then hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth. I'll make you breakfast. Steak or pork chop? Or some roasted venison leg?"

"Deer legs." Dudley wiped the horns from the corner of his mouth, as if he could already smell the fragrance, "When it's your birthday next weekend, let dad take us to the countryside to shoot two deer.

After eating the food, I feel warm and energetic."

"Okay, hurry up, I'll heat it up in the oven and eat it."

Harry patted his butt and went downstairs. Another point that proves that this world is not the Harry Potter world is that there is something wrong with the technology tree of this world. There are guns in this world. Dursley has a hunting gun in his home. It takes two hours to charge.

, can emit five pulse laser beams, disposable high-energy batteries are controlled products, and civilian firearms use low-power rechargeable batteries.

There are plasma weapons and high-energy ray weapons in this world, but there are no gunpowder weapons like he saw in his previous life.

There was no Glock 18 or Desert Eagle Dot 50, so Harry firmly believed that the memory of his previous life caused him to have this crazy nightmare, because he was shot and was involved in a sudden incident on the streets of the United States.

He shouldn't be hanging out in Brooklyn during a gang war.

The venison shank was leftover from the last time. It was a half-cooked semi-finished product. If you put it in the oven for fifteen minutes, it would be fragrant and oily. Five kilograms of venison shank would be enough for you and Dudley to fill up your stomach and take a walk to the gym.

Those machines will make you addicted to exercise, and you will feel uncomfortable if you don't move for a day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the milkman and the newspaper man arrived one after another and wiped the oil stains from the corners of their mouths. Harry opened the door, reached out and picked up a dozen milk, then felt in the mailbox and took out a stack of milk.

New letter sent.

"Uncle Vernon, last month's bills have arrived, as well as the prize check for the boxing match between Dudley and I. It totals two thousand pounds."

"Yeah?"

Uncle Vernon, who was eating slices of bread and butter with a coffee cup, raised his head and slapped Dudley on the back so hard that he almost pushed him into the plate.

"You two are both good young men!" He touched his trouser pocket and counted out a wad of bills, "Three hundred per person, go buy something you like, and we will help you two save the rest for when you go to college.

"

The tuition fees at the Royal Military Academy are not low at all. Even though Uncle Vernon's drilling rig business is doing well, it is still a bit troublesome to support two people. The two of them occasionally participate in prize-winning competitions in order to alleviate the family's financial burden.

burden.

"Hey! I have money to buy some gloves."

Dudley happily stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and emptied the plate in a few strokes.

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

Seeing Harry holding the letter and staring at it, Dudley moved over curiously.

Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Wizards, First-Class Grand Wizard of the Order of Merlin, Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Porter:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st. We will be waiting for your reply before July 31st. At 8:00 am on the day when the letter is received, Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare will send our loyal Rubeus Hagrid.

Mr. will go to your home to introduce you everything about us. Your questions will be answered. We look forward to meeting you.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

Something exploded in Harry's head!

His head was buzzing, and the letters in his hand were scattered all over the floor, petrified.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Wake up!"

Dudley looked at him with a worried look. During hesitation, he raised his right hand, spitted and rubbed it.
Chapter completed!