[Draco, enclosed is a Christmas gift for you. I hope you don’t dislike them as Muggle things.
After all, there is nothing in the magical world that Malfoy cannot buy, and preparing these has almost spent all my savings.
I am writing to you in a Muggle hotel. It is a very shabby hotel. I must earn enough money to rent a comfortable house during the summer vacation. I hope to invite you to come (if you can tolerate the unusual situation).
In the magical world).
As I write this letter, Christmas songs are being played outside, and the heavy snow has covered all the roofs in white, but people still stubbornly decorate them, making them look very lively.
I don’t know if you are happy when you return home... Say hello to your parents for me. Thank you for the Chinese specialties they sent before. It is no exaggeration to say that they almost saved my life.
Actually, I have a lot to say to you, but I’m really busy today. Maybe I can save it and share it with you at school?
I miss you unexpectedly.
Merry Christmas.
——Lin An]
This letter is not long.
Perhaps, not as long as it was given to Porter.
But after reading a few lines, Draco already felt his heart beating louder.
He stared at the last paragraph until the house elf brought Lucius hot tea and Narcissa also looked over. Then he put away the letter as if nothing had happened, and then began to look at the letters that had cost most of Lin Bank's savings.
one's gift.
The first thing I picked up was a pistol that didn't look brand new.
"What's this?"
He looked through it curiously.
"A Muggle weapon." Lucius said firmly: "It doesn't have much effect. It's loud. It needs to be loaded with - what do they call this? Bullets. 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 often passed through some Muggle places, and occasionally saw some...
However, since it can be done silently with a wave of a wand, no one will care about these inferior Muggle weapons.
Draco was a little curious.
He looked left and right, then tentatively held the handle of the gun.
Looking at the gift box again, there is a neat box of brass-colored bullets inside, and a note at the top:
[Dangerous weapons, please do not point them at anyone]
This is Lin An's handwriting.
Draco put the note away and discovered that there was a single picture underneath.
It was a picture of a Muggle soldier standing there with a gun. With just one glance, Draco remembered the other person's movements.
Then, he raised his arm, held the gun, and pointed the muzzle straight ahead.
And when you open the page of pictures, there is a line of explanation behind it, which is the structure of the gun, how to use it and some simple principles...
It can be seen that Lin An hastily filled in the usage instructions, and the handwriting is different.
He couldn't quite understand it, but it didn't prevent him from understanding how the gun should be used through this passage.
At this moment, Draco, who regarded the pistol as a rare gadget, fumbled with a little unfamiliarity to open the magazine, and followed the disassembly procedure in the picture, filling it with bullets one by one.
After the reassembly was completed, he pulled the safety bolt according to the explanation above and compared it exactly with the picture, and then pointed it straight ahead——
"Draco," Lucius said he didn't care, but his eyes were still wary at this moment: "Don't try random things like Muggles."
Draco is rarely stubborn:
"Dad, I want to give it a try."
He couldn't understand many of the things in the pictures and information at all. This kind of incomprehension was not as profound but traceable as a magic spell, but a completely different system.
He asked: "Dad, can you help me cast an armor to protect myself?"
Lin An said that in whatever you do, you must ensure your own safety as much as possible.
In fact, they have already learned this spell under the leadership of Lin An, but he does not know wandless and silent magic, and the Ministry of Magic does not allow students to cast it on their own outside of school...
Therefore, Lucius could only take action.
What's more, Lucius's magic power is more powerful, and the armor's protective effect will be greater than if he used it himself.
Lucius didn't want to bother with this stupid Muggle thing. But at this moment, he also had an unspeakable desire to move in his heart——
Wizards are not completely closed off from the outside world. They just look down on any Muggles, but that does not mean that they have not been exposed to any information.
Draco's Muggle friends, he admired them, but couldn't accept them.
And the Muggle items in front of me...
Along with the spell, Draco felt that his body was wrapped in layers of thick magic.
He came to the window and opened it. The biting wind and snow blew in, making him tremble all over.
The front courtyard of Malfoy Manor is spacious and quiet. The central fountain and various flowers and trees are as colorful as spring under the blessing of magic, but they are also covered with dreamy snowflakes.
In order to welcome Christmas, even the house elves decorated the yard with various decorations.
Draco has seen this scene too many times.
He silently imitated the movements of the person in the picture, spreading his legs slightly, lowering his shoulders, then grasped the handle of the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger hard——
"boom!"
The powerful recoil and noise made him raise his arm in shock the moment he fired, and the bullet's trajectory was completely deflected.
But his ears were ringing, and he even staggered back two steps, feeling an unspeakable dull pain in his arm.
The armor protection is not designed to protect against this kind of damage at all, so it has no effect.
Narcissa screamed and pointed out the window: "Lucius!"
Draco ignored the pain and followed the other person quickly to the window again.
I saw that the fountain in the middle of the grassland and the eyes of the marble unicorn had now exploded into a ball of rubble, and a lot of gravel fell on the snow next to it... That kind of power was simply...
It’s like a curse [Broken to pieces]
Draco murmured: "I was aiming at the tree that was a little far away..."
But Lucius had become serious.
——How do Muggle craftsmen make these things?
Draco turned the gun over and over, then turned his head and glanced at the miserable unicorn again. At this moment, he rubbed his arm that was already sore.
"That pile of information said that it's called Tokarev, and it's a product of 1930 that Muggles are about to eliminate."
"And this kind of thing can be mass-produced."
"I think...this is what Lin An has always said, Muggles...ordinary people are more powerful than we think."
He held out a stack of materials and decided to read them carefully during the holiday.
It was only then that he noticed that there were two brand-new books sealed with plastic wrap next to them.
The cover depicts a strange, huge creature that looks like an alchemical product, and its name is——
"Transformers"
As early as the 2000s, I read Harry Potter fanfics. At that time, readers were very tolerant and everyone had a lot of imagination - many of them were about the political opposition between the wizarding world and ordinary people, such as ordinary people sending undercover agents.
, or something like a rainy day plan in the magical world...
But the themes are very serious, because many of them are so sad... I can't accept it!
Therefore, let me emphasize that this does not have such a serious political direction, and it is even deliberately avoided.
I can only accept easy cookies.
If you want to read something about a high-ranking person seeking hegemony or a party in power promoting cooperation... maybe I should change this book.
And, I obviously wanted to take a vacation today...I took a vacation, but not completely. I seem to be a model worker...
