Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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Quidditch had suddenly become somewhat dull, at least for Harry.

While beating up opponents could be fun, what truly made competition thrilling was the adrenaline rush from intense, head-to-head confrontation.

The real essence of participating in a match was the joy of sinking your heart and mind into the excitement.

"You’re too weak."

Like an emperor, Harry sat on the throne, with the Quidditch teams from the four houses seated below him.

"A Quidditch match without any real competition is utterly boring. You’ve disappointed me. What’s the point of a match if it can’t entertain me?"

For eight consecutive Saturdays after Halloween, Hufflepuff, under Harry’s leadership, crushed every other house in unprecedented shutout victories.

"The thought of such dull matches filling all seven years of my school life puts me in a foul mood."

Those on the receiving end of Harry’s harsh words remained silent. In the face of overwhelming power, any attempt at argument felt completely futile. For the other three houses, this was a year of shame, and that shame was likely to continue until Harry graduated and left Hogwarts.

It wasn’t as though they hadn’t tried to resist. After being decimated, Ravenclaw decided to ally with Gryffindor. One side was known for its endless strategies, while the other was the most skilled, with the strongest fundamentals. Yet even this powerful alliance was crushed by Harry to the point of mental breakdown.

The three Gryffindor Chasers were left in tears after the match. It wasn’t that they didn’t get near the ball; they did, but within seconds of touching it, someone would violently snatch it away. Their sprinting speeds were only equivalent to Harry’s casual walking pace. His strong physique and extraordinary reflexes allowed him to maneuver his Nimbus 2000 at 270 kilometers per hour with ease, never needing to slow down.

"Why are you all so quiet? I may have beaten you a few times, but has that small setback really shattered your will to win, your desire to beat me?"

"Yes, I’m better than you, and my talent is greater, but that doesn’t mean I’m invincible!"

Frustrated by their lack of fight, Harry glared at the group, who sat with their heads hung low, pretending to be indifferent.

"What happened to Gryffindor’s courage? Slytherin’s pride? And where did Ravenclaw’s wisdom go?"

"Why don’t you just rename your houses ‘Cute Little Kittens Academy,’ ‘Spineless Snake School,’ and ‘The Drooling, Cross-Eyed Giant Troll Academy’?"

A few stifled giggles escaped, and Harry sharply turned his head to glare at the Hufflepuff team.

"And you dare to laugh?"

"Do you even know what logistics means in war? Let me tell you! The logistics unit is one that, after completing the same training as the rest of the troops, still finds time to prepare supplies for the entire army!"

"You think the logistics troops are just a bunch of idiots who cook and sneak snacks?"

"I’m telling you! Hidden among what looks like an ordinary cooking squad in an army are the dragons in disguise. And you? You couldn’t even keep up with me, couldn’t even perform the most basic coordination with me!"

"Have I missed any of these last four months of training with you? Or do you think that just because you have a powerhouse on your side, you don’t need to care about your own abilities?"

"Yes, as long as I’m here, Hufflepuff can win the championship every year. But I’ll eventually graduate! What will happen to Hufflepuff after that?"

"Another eleven years, or maybe even longer, without a championship? If you pin all your hopes on a single person, then this whole team is already doomed! Do you understand? Doomed!"

"Look at the house you despise the most, Slytherin!"

"We all know they love to play dirty and break the rules, and yes, that’s a dishonorable tactic. But the fact is, they’ve won! Seven years in a row!"

"Did Slytherin ever have someone like me who could dominate a match single-handedly?"

"No!"

"And how did they manage it? Through unity, through absolute unity! Even if they had to play dirty, they did it together, as a team! And that’s how they turned you solo flyers into a bunch of drooling idiots lying on the ground!"

A round of muffled laughter broke out as Marcus, the Slytherin team captain, contorted his ugly face into a twisted, indecent grin.

"What the hell are you laughing at? Haven't I beaten you enough yet, Marcus?"

Grabbing him by the collar, Harry lifted him off the ground and delivered a sharp knee to his stomach. The blow hit his liver, sending Marcus crashing to the ground, sweating from the intense pain.

After the Halloween match, Marcus had gathered a group of thugs to give Harry trouble. Unfortunately for them, Harry had beaten the entire group into the hospital. Despite their intimidating size, these untrained individuals couldn’t withstand even a single punch from Harry.

"Sneaky tricks will always be things that can’t see the light of day. If I can crush you head-on, why would I need to sneak around with underhanded tactics?"

"Don't talk to me about your so-called 'special operations.' Every tactic in the world boils down to just one sentence."

"And that is: the strong prey on the weak!"

"It’s the powerless, the insecure, who resort to such lowly methods. Things done in the shadows will never earn you a place in the light. You, proud of such methods, will never stand at the top."

"Alright, now that I’ve vented and scolded you, let’s move on to the main point."

Harry tossed Marcus back onto his seat. Despite being taller than Harry, the Slytherin captain shrank back, not daring to act out. As brutish as Marcus could be, he wasn’t dumb enough to miss the signs of danger.

"Professor Grindelwald was right—Hogwarts has no shortage of exceptional students. Last year’s Charlie Weasley, for example."

"But Hogwarts as a team? It’s like a bunch of wriggling maggots, a pile of scattered sand that even fights amongst itself."

"Only by uniting your strength can you truly harness the power of a team. Sure, none of you can beat me one-on-one, whether it’s on or off the field. But if you learn to work together and also improve your individual skills, there is a way to fight back against me."

"Gryffindor and Ravenclaw’s attempt at an alliance already proved this. Those three girls managed to gain possession of the ball. Even though their teamwork was terrible and they lacked the skill to keep it, it was still a promising start."

"I love Quidditch. I want to enjoy the game. And though we’re rivals, I still hope you can grow beyond what you were and become worthy opponents."

"I’m planning to form an organization. I’ll personally train each of you, no matter which house you’re from, and I’ll help you improve seriously."

"Think of it as raising tigers. I want to raise a pack of fierce beasts that can roar alongside me on the pitch, and perhaps even on a larger battlefield!"

"Those who want to join this battle group and become part of the Astartes, step forward!"

Harry bared his snow-white fangs in a grin. He claimed it was all for Quidditch—but was it really just about Quidditch?

(End of chapter)