"Ha...Harry Potter, sir." It took Harry Potter a few seconds to realize that the kidnapper wearing a werewolf hood was asking him a question, and he immediately stuttered and answered the question.
"What about you? Another young gentleman." Fafnir spoke again.
"Mr. Draco Malfoy." Harry's rival classmate also tried hard to look calm and composed, which was better than Harry's performance anyway.
"Okay, two young gentlemen. I'm sorry about this - about taking you hostage... Harry Potter, are you the Harry Potter who is said to have saved the wizarding world?
Harry Potter who defeated Voldemort?" Fafnir still leaned on the back seat and asked with his legs crossed. By the way, he opened a small refrigerator on the expanded back seat and picked up a bottle of rum.
, then pushed the small refrigerator to the two teenagers, indicating that they could take the drinks inside - all of them were spirits...
"Yes, he is that Harry Potter." Malfoy seized every opportunity to mock Harry Potter, and he sang these words in a distorted tone.
"I didn't defeat Voldemort, it was my mother's spell that made him suffer." Harry tried hard to distinguish - he was already tired of being called his savior.
"You are a bit smug, Mr. Potter. Although you may find the title of savior a bit annoying, but you also enjoy it, don't you?" Fafnir looked into Potter's eyes and said, and the two teenagers immediately
He forgot about being kidnapped, and instead began to argue about the title of savior.
"Really, what a naughty kid. He forgot so quickly that he was still a kidnapped hostage..." Fafnir smiled secretly - there is probably some alcoholic beverage he gave to the two little guys.
About... Potter was a born troublemaker, and he picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass almost without thinking. As for Draco, he elegantly poured himself a glass of vodka——
Very excitedly......
"Voldemort, you call him the Dark Lord, right? I remember there were two Dark Lords?" Fafnir looked at Draco - it was obvious that Malfoy was better than Potter in terms of history homework and old wizarding news.
You know how clever you have to be.
"Yes, sir. The last Dark Lord was Grindelwald. He was arrested by the greatest wizard, Dumbledore."
"Oh, Dark Lord Grindelwald...how many people did he kill? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? Or six and a half million?" Fafnir laughed mockingly - in the werewolf
Under the mask.
"Mr. Harry Potter, you went to elementary school. Please tell me what the period from 1939 to 1945 was called in the elementary school history textbook?"
"World War II, sir," Harry Potter replied.
"Well, the same Germans, Mr. Hitler ordered the massacre of six million Jews and millions of other nationalities. Mr. Himmler carried out the order. Mr. Heydrich took care of it. Many other gentlemen did it themselves.
Did these things happen... Was Mr. Greenwald among them? Or did Mr. Greenwald kill a fraction of them? They were contemporaries... Voldemort, how many people did this clown kill?
Can it be more than Mr. Greenwald? How much fear has he caused? You said he created the Death Eaters? Can it be more terrifying than the National Committee for the Suppression of Counterinsurgency?" Fafnir asked a long question, and then
He took another swig of rum.
"They are just two serial killers, the clown and the scum." Fafnir concluded, "So Mr. Potter, you don't need to bear the title of savior. Relax, you just destroyed a murderer."
Malfoy was stunned. He looked at Harry Potter and asked silently: "Is it true that Muggles have killed so many of their kind?" Harry Potter gave him a look of affirmation.
.
"This topic is so boring. Come on, kids, have a drink."
Harry Potter took another sip of whiskey - like his father, he was actually a guy who enjoyed breaking the rules, and he was also a typical Englishman - alcoholism was their natural instinct.
Harry Potter and Malfoy drank enough wine and became much bolder. They looked at Uncle Kalashnikov in Fafnir's hand with envy. Potter grew up in an ordinary school and naturally knew about modern times.
The power of weapons was something he had forgotten due to studying in wizard school for a year. Now that he saw the power of assault rifles in person, he found that it was not like the TV movies he had secretly watched before. It was far superior to
Efficacy beyond the power of ordinary magic——
There is no need to recite a spell or magic power, just pull the trigger to fire continuously, and the speed is faster than the flying speed of the magic spell. Malfoy has just seen that the goblins, whose magic power is still higher than that of most wizards, have just been hit by this
Muggle weapons were beaten into puddles of dead flesh, and there was no time for any defensive or offensive spells to be issued. As a noble in the wizarding world, Malfoy immediately thought of what if a group of Muggles were attacking wizards with such weapons.
Guys, what will happen then.
"In a head-on battle, wizards have no chance of winning." Fafnir seemed to be able to see the thoughts in Malfoy's mind - in fact, he could really see...
"Mr. Malfoy, you are a pure-blood noble in the wizarding world, right? Like Voldemort, you advocate the theory of wizard supremacy. I really don't know where your confidence comes from? If wizards can rule Muggles, then as early as
Just the 11th century
How could we be reduced to the point where we are now avoiding the attention of Muggles? Don't tell me that it is glorious isolation. Back then, wizards couldn't dodge crossbows, and now they can't dodge bullets even more. And they are far inferior to Muggles in terms of manpower.
I said, actually this has nothing to do with sealing
It's the same as an Indian reservation, what? You don't understand what an Indian reservation is? Well, it's actually an animal sanctuary..." Fafnir ruthlessly destroyed little Malfoy's pride, "Yours
Father, can he withstand a Muggle rifle? Unless he is given time to cast the spell... The wizard's dynamic vision and reaction speed are not fast enough to hit flying bullets and cannonballs, and he has no ability to attack or protect.
A Muggle attack outside the range of one's own sight."
At this time, Fafnir was playing a World War II documentary on the large-screen LCD TV that was specially installed in front of the back seat and was taken out of the space to drink. At the same time, the two children were able to enjoy the battle scenes of the largest war in modern times.
"Okay, I will let you two go when we get to a safe place. So relax your minds and don't worry that we will kill people and silence them - unless you unfortunately see our faces..."
"Boss, there seems to be something approaching from behind." Shutkehaojian glanced at the rearview mirror and said to Fafnir.
After robbing the bank, the Land Rover left at high speed along Diagon Alley, knocking over many stalls along the way, and probably injuring a few wizards who had no time to escape - it wasn't too fast, so he probably wasn't killed. Then.
The Land Rover collapsed the wall of the patio for the second time, turned onto the "Muggle" road and ran away quickly amidst the yelling of the boss. The conversation between Fafnir and the two hostages took place while they were walking along the Muggle road.