Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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Harry walked into the hall with a scowl on his face. Although he wasn't particularly interested in playing the Boggart transformation game, having it explode in his face like that was incredibly frustrating.

"How can I be scary when I look so handsome and graceful?" he muttered.

"Stop laughing, Rolf!" Harry kicked Rolf in frustration, who was grinning so widely it seemed his face might crack. The sight of him had attracted a number of concerned looks from people nearby, as if watching a fool.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right."

Rolf, still twitching from laughter, covered his mouth. It was probably a first in magical history for a Boggart to be scared to death.

"Heh, the bird is in my hands now. I'll take it to Hagrid soon."

After Harry coldly delivered this statement, Rolf's smile immediately stiffened. He slumped in defeat, staring pitifully at Harry. His lips twitched a few times, but no words came out.

'Sorry, my dear son Neil... sob sob... You're still so young and yet you have to go... sob sob...'

When Rolf's smile shifted onto Harry, the latter devoured eighteen steaks, feeling his appetite grow with each bite. After stuffing himself, Harry hummed a tune and headed towards the gates of Hogwarts, Rolf trailing anxiously behind. After all, this was his bird's first time, and as the father, it was his responsibility to oversee things.

The two soon crossed the grass and arrived at Hagrid's hut. They didn't knock, as Hagrid wasn't inside cooking, but rather had set up a large grill, sharing meat and firewhisky with Norbert.

Having eaten earlier than them, Hagrid had almost finished his meal. If not for feeding Norbert, he probably would have already cleaned up. Upon seeing Harry, he waved.

"I brought the Thunderbird, Hagrid. This is Rolf, my roommate. He also brought the Thunderbird."

"By the way, I caught something interesting today. Do you think this one could crossbreed?" Harry asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a creature that had several tight knots on its body.

"Poltergeist?" Hagrid stared at Harry, utterly baffled. "How did you catch this thing? Has anyone ever caught a Poltergeist in Hogwarts history?"

"Why isn't it running away?"

Hagrid poked the Poltergeist's belly. Perhaps using too much force, he accidentally flattened it into a puddle, pressing it into Harry's palm. However, it also managed to undo the knots on its body and regained its freedom.

"You Poltergeist Grandpa—!"

Before the Poltergeist could even react, Harry quickly grabbed it again, and it let out an angry scream.

"Please spare me, Grandpa!"

It looked up at Harry with droopy eyes. "I promise I'll never—Hey! I'm free!"

Surprised by Harry releasing it again, the Poltergeist quickly flew away, and its once-sweet expression turned to one of anger. "Just wait, little brat! If I don't teach you a lesson, oh, oh, oh! Ahh!"

"What the hell hit me, Poltergeist Grandpa? I... I'll kneel before you!"

A dark shadow formed behind the Poltergeist, and an exact copy of Harry appeared, silently offering a friendly smile. A swift slap sent the Poltergeist plummeting from the sky.

"Try running again?"

"I won't run anymore! I'll be your most loyal lackey from now on!" The Poltergeist quickly resumed a charming grin, speaking in an utterly sincere tone.

Unlike wizards, the Poltergeist had a more direct perception of creatures like the shadowy figure. Even the mere presence of this entity, born from chaotic dark will, made the Poltergeist's legs tremble. It felt like an instinctive warning, similar to encountering a natural predator. Even though the Poltergeist knew it couldn't be killed in Hogwarts, it also understood that some punishments didn't require death—like Dumbledore's confinement, a trauma that haunted the Poltergeist for life.

"Harry, what is this? Is it a... Mermoryan?" Rolf, as the grandson of Newt Scamander, had seen a great many magical creatures and had broader knowledge than most wizards. He wasn't too unfamiliar with Mermoryans, as his grandfather had once obtained one.

"Mm-hmm, it's a Mermoryan. A controlled one, so don't worry, it won't go crazy," Harry explained.

The black shadow melded into Harry's body, vanishing as silently as it had appeared.

"Whoo~"

Rolf let out a long sigh. "You really scared me. My grandfather told me that a Mermoryan is fine, but those creatures aren't really of any use to you."

Since Harry seemed confident, Rolf decided to trust him. Though it was a bizarre situation, it was laid out in front of them—what other choice did he have?

"Hagrid, do you think a Poltergeist could be crossbred with any magical creature? I think this guy is pretty interesting. How about you give it a try?" Harry asked.

Hagrid fell into deep thought. He had never considered using a Poltergeist for anything, but back in his school days, Poltergeists had made his life a nightmare. This little creature had tormented him many times, taking advantage of his large, clumsy frame, bullying him for a while.

"I'll give it a try," Hagrid said, slapping his palms together with a grin.

"What are you big clumsy idiots trying to do?!" the Poltergeist shouted, dodging behind Harry's back, sticking out its tongue and making faces at Hagrid. It didn't want to experience any weird experiments. While the Poltergeist loved playing pranks, it didn't like being on the receiving end. Hagrid didn't seem like the type to play tricks—he looked like someone who would only make things worse.

"Is there a possibility?" Harry grabbed the Poltergeist by the neck, lifting it up. "I can't even beat one of Hagrid's hands."

"Help! Help! It's a ghost-killer!"

The Poltergeist's body below its head was flattened into a pancake from Hagrid's grip, but despite its squashed form, it continued to scream in panic.

"Hmm, let me think," Hagrid muttered as he twirled his fingers, pondering. "What little creature would be suitable?"

"How about a Cornish Pixie? That idiot Lockhart brought a bunch, but they were pretty useless in the end. I've still got a basket full, was planning to feed them to the Nightmares, but maybe it'll work if we try?" Hagrid suggested.

"Poltergeists can lay eggs? I thought they were prankster spirits. Can they really have offspring? With Cornish Pixies, of all creatures?" Rolf asked, his mind reeling in disbelief. This was far more shocking than Harry scaring the Boggart.

"Who said crossbreeding has to involve laying eggs?" Hagrid replied, looking puzzled.

"Isn't...crossbreeding, uh, some form of mating?" Rolf asked cautiously.

"Huh? Oh, you mean that? Well, that can work," Hagrid nodded. "I tried it once before, but it seemed like too much work, so I simplified the process."

After a short break, Hagrid returned holding a cage filled with Cornish Pixies.

Rolf stared wide-eyed at Hagrid's actions.

"Yeah, I know this is a bit rough, but it does work. Although the things I made before didn't last long, at least they were somewhat successful," Hagrid explained.

With a firm grip, Hagrid squeezed the Poltergeist, compressing it into a thin, paper-like sheet. It was as if the Poltergeist had fallen from three-dimensional space into two dimensions. Once Hagrid released it, the Poltergeist shot off like a streak of lightning.

"This big idiot just squeezed the life out of me! Big brother, you have to avenge me!" the Poltergeist complained to Harry, but Harry didn't pay much attention to it. He was still trying to process what Hagrid had just done, utterly stunned.

On the tip of Hagrid's finger, a small, dissipating bead of magical water began to form.

Hagrid then moved the bead over to the Cornish Pixie, rubbing it into the creature in an unknown manner. The Pixie visibly expanded, as though it had overeaten, and after a few convulsions—

Boom!

It exploded in a cloud of blood.

"Looks like that didn't work," Hagrid chuckled, unbothered. "Maybe we should try again?"

(End of Chapter)