After a while, beside the Black Lake.

Jamini raised several targets by the vast black lake, and he was here to accompany Harry to test the gun.

"Remember what I just said, three points and one line, hold the gun in one hand, hold the lower one hand, and bend your arms slightly."

Bang!

The gunshots sounded, and there were bullet holes on the target not far away.

Jamini clapped: "Yes, it seems that your talent for using a gun is not low. It's the first time you hit the target."

"The wrist hurts a little, that's what you said is that the recoil is low?" Harry took a breath.

"No big problem." Jamini spread his hands: "You are only twelve years old, practice your wrist strength more, and you will be able to draw your bow left and right in a few years."

"I want to try Barrett."

Harry looked at the iron box at his feet with a fiery look, which contained his M90.

"Well..." Jamini nodded: "You probably can't use it now, I'll demonstrate it to you."

Jamini said, taking out the matte black anti-equipment from the box and lifting it up with one hand in Harry's shocking gaze, loading it, aiming it at the bull's eye.

boom--

The ground swept through the dust under the shot. Harry looked at Jamini with his eyes shining. The other party's thin and long body held the huge gun that was not proportional to his body, perfectly interpreting the meaning of the four words "violent aesthetics".

The target erected in the distance was torn apart by the firelight as the gunfire sounded.

"I can still use it as a pistol." Jamini nodded with satisfaction: "As for you, it's better to wait until the 14th and 5th day to try it."

Westerners mature early. Although a teenager of fifteen or sixteen may not be as good as an adult in height, his physical fitness is almost the same as that of an Asian person at the age of eighteen or nineteen. This has nothing to do with what to eat. It is simply a difference caused by different development times of different races.

"Can this thing really help me defeat Voldemort?" Harry looked at Barrett in Jaminie's hand obsessively.

"Depending on the situation, it will be useless if you charge with this thing face to face." Jamini smiled: "But if you shoot him through 800 meters, I promise, he will be confused!"

Although Voldemort is strong, no matter how strong he is, he is just an ordinary person with magic power. The speed of the bullet is much faster than his reflex nerves.

"Give me another bullet from Shigalon."

"As you wish!"

Jamini happily accepted the deal.

"I can give you a little advice."

Jamini said, taking out a leather wrist guard: "This thing is the equipment of an assassin. Do you see this socket? Usually there is a dagger or something in it. Put the wand on your wrist. Because it doesn't have to hold the wand to cast a spell, you can shoot at the same time as the spell is cast, so you have two ways of attack. The opponent may be able to block your spell, but it will definitely not block your bullets!"

Harry looked even more excited.

Until a few hours later, it was getting darker and Ron found the two people by the black lake.

"What are you doing? I heard the fireworks all the way from afar?"

"You're here, Ron?"

Harry, who was intoxicated by the dual power of guns and spells, looked at Ron, holding both guns, and his face was excited.

"Listen to me, Ron, this thing is much more useful than a magic wand!"

Ron: "???"

Until December, Harry was still immersed in the pleasure of hot weapons and could not extricate himself.

Although he still loves black magic defense, the feeling of boiling blood when the gunfire roars made him also intoxicated.

Harry now has a Colt on his waist wherever he goes, and his wand is inserted into the wrist guards on his cuffs. For some reason, he always feels like he can go to the world now.

However, expansion was not the same as expansion, Harry was not overwhelmed by this sense of power from external objects.

For example, he didn't dare to say to Jamini: Let's have a real competition.

He would also be afraid that Jamini would say ok, okay, then turn around and take out a Gatlin to point it at him...

"Have you heard that, Jamini, the school is going to hold a duel club!"

One night in December, Jamini heard Draco's excited voice as soon as he returned to the lounge.

"Um?"

Jamini tilted his head immediately.

In the original work, Lockhart had a duel club, but that was because of the secret room storm. He took the opportunity to hype his own popularity. What is the reason for this time?

Even though he knew that Dumbledore was already suspicious of him, would this guy still dare to dance like this?

Seeing that Jamini looked incomprehensible, Draco explained: "It's eight o'clock tonight in the school auditorium."

"Although I don't know what I'm doing, I'd better go and have a look." Jamini nodded.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the school auditorium.

The four long tables that had been there in the past disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, with hundreds of candles floating above it casting bright light.

The ceiling became as dark as black velvet, and almost all the students in the school came, with bustling crowds surrounding the stage, and the students looked extremely excited.

Seeing Jamie bringing Shirley and Adria coming, the onlookers made a clear move and let them easily come to the stage.

Perhaps because Jamini's gentle and gentle appearance on weekdays was deeply rooted in people's hearts, the students who gave way did not look dissatisfied on their faces, but instead greeted Jamini enthusiastically.

In contrast, Draco on the other side was squeezed by the crowd like a stinky piece of shit. If Crab and Gal weren't strong enough, he might have been stepped on by the students at this time.

"Good evening, Harry."

When he arrived at the stage, Jaminie saw Harry and a group of people gathering there.

"Good evening, Jaminie." Harry greeted: "Do you know who is here to teach us?"

Next to Harry, Hermione looked at Jamini with soft eyes: "I guess it's Professor Flivie. I heard that he was once the duel champion when he was young."

"In fact, even now, Professor Flivie's ability is enough to win the duel title." Jamini nodded: "But I guess... it may be someone else who teaches us."

Harry laughed: "Ha...as long as it's not--"

Before he could finish his words, the smile on his face froze. In his sight, Lohart walked onto the stage. He was wearing a purple-red robe and looked glorious. The one walking beside him was nothing but Snape, who was still wearing his usual black robe.

Jamie's eyes fell on Lohart's face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

So what is this guy's idea?

Lockhart waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then shouted: "Come around! Come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great!"
Chapter completed!