Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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The view from the hotel window was spectacular, though the room itself was rather cramped. Between the large balcony and the king-sized bed stood a tent, which seemed like an ordinary magic tent on the outside, but inside it was a hidden world. When the door curtain was pulled aside and stepped into the tent, the first thing visible was a spacious hall large enough for a group of ten or more to play and laugh in. The soft carpet felt like walking on clouds, and it was enchanted with a cleaning spell that prevented any mud stains, even if someone had just walked back from a muddy path.

As for the decor, Harry couldn't quite pinpoint the style, but the color scheme was dominated by pale yellow and white, giving off an elegant simplicity. Inside the tent, incense burned, and its gentle fragrance created a soothing atmosphere.

By the time the train reached Jungfrau Station, it was already noon. After dropping off their luggage, they grabbed a quick bite at the hotel and then excitedly made their way to the ski slopes. Uncle Vernon had been a skilled skier in his younger days, and Aunt Petunia was one of his students. However, now that he had gained weight and his youth had passed, he no longer looked as handsome as before. Still, as a father, he took pride in teaching his son.

"Come on, Dudley, let me teach you to ski. How does that sound? Exciting, right?"

Thanks to the energizing potion he'd taken, Uncle Vernon was unusually lively, despite being in his thirties and weighing over two hundred pounds. His energy outshone that of many teenagers.

"But Dad, I want Harry to teach me."

"No, you don't," Uncle Vernon replied seriously. "You just want to stare at the pretty girls, right?" As a seasoned man, he could easily see through Dudley's intentions.

"Those girls are pretty, but Dudley, the prettiest ones aren't always the best for you. They're wizards, and we're ordinary people."

"You must have seen that girl's eyes, right? Didn't you feel like you couldn't look away?"

Dudley nodded obediently. In fact, when he first saw Fleur's eyes, he had made a bit of a fool of himself, feeling quite embarrassed.

"But Harry wouldn't act like that, so do you understand now?"

"Ah~"

Dudley nodded, though he didn't fully understand. He turned to his dad and said seriously, "How about we just hire a coach?"

"Good for nothing son! You don't trust your old man! Back in the day, I—"

Dudley hung his head, feeling a bit doubtful about whether his dad could actually teach him how to ski.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle, who had originally wanted to learn skiing from her sister, found something more interesting.

"Sister, I don't want to learn skiing anymore!"

Gabrielle, her face flushed red, was now riding on Harry's shoulders. Despite being just three years younger than him, there was a nearly two-foot height difference between them. From behind, they looked like a father-daughter duo: a little girl barely a meter tall perched on the shoulders of a nearly two-meter-tall, muscular man. It was a picture of harmony.

"Get down now," Fleur said sternly, hands on her hips, looking up at Gabrielle. "This will make Harry fall, and then you'll turn into a big snowball, rolling down the mountain."

"But skiing makes you fall! My bottom hurts from all the falls!"

Gabrielle pouted, feeling a bit sorry for herself. Fleur was an experienced skier and was very good at it, but this was Gabrielle's first time.

"Once you learn, you won't fall. How about I hold your hand while you ski?"

"But... I don't want to."

Gabrielle pouted and acted cute, not wanting to get down. Normally, she listened to her sister, but she wasn't about to miss out on riding on Harry's shoulders while skiing. It was the first time she could look down at everyone without craning her neck, and she was enjoying it immensely.

"How about I take her for one ride first? Once she gets her fill, we can start the lessons when we get up the mountain."

Given Harry's balance and control over his body, even though this was his first time trying snowboard skiing, he was confident it was easier than flying with a broomstick.

"Won't that be dangerous?" Fleur asked, a bit uncertain.

"I'm more skilled than a professional Quidditch player. This is an easy slope for beginners, there's no danger."

Perhaps because she was so used to the absurdities of the magical world, Fleur quickly accepted Harry's explanation, which would seem wildly unreasonable to anyone outside the wizarding world.

"Just spoil her, then," Fleur sighed slightly. "This is the only time, Gabrielle. After we go up the mountain, you have to follow my lessons, okay?"

"Okay!" Gabrielle eagerly nodded, then patted Harry on the head. She stretched out her hand and pointed forward, calling out cheerfully, "Let's go!"

With her legs securely held in place on Harry's shoulders, the two of them, defying all logic, zoomed down the snow-covered slope, much to the astonishment of onlookers. The cold wind, mixed with the falling snowflakes, blew in their faces, while Gabrielle's joyful laughter echoed in the air.

A few S-shaped serpentine movements slowed Harry down just a little, and Fleur, who had been trailing behind, finally caught up and came alongside him.

"Sister, did you see? Gabrielle was flying just now!"

The little girl, with her arms wide open, embraced the swirling snowflakes. No matter how much she moved, the mount beneath her remained steady, carrying her swiftly forward.

"If you keep moving around like that and make Harry fall, I'll have Mom come get you."

Fleur pushed her windscreen glasses back and gave Gabrielle a fierce stare. Gabrielle, who had been a little restless, shrank her neck in response. "Sister just wants to play with Harry on her own. So stingy!"

"What did you say?!"

"Run, run! Sister's going to eat you!"

Looking terrified, Gabrielle quickly bent down and said to Harry, "Sister's so scary when she's angry! You should run, brother!"

"Gabrielle!"

"Run, brother! We're almost at the finish line!"

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After an afternoon of fun, Gabrielle, who had been full of energy at first, was now squinting and struggling to stay awake. After her first skiing run down the mountain, Fleur gave her a taste of what it meant to be an older sister, showing her the weight of responsibility. For the next few hours, Gabrielle, having fallen countless times, pouted and grumbled that skiing was too hard to enjoy.

Dudley shared the same opinion. Under his father's careful guidance, Dudley's backside was sore from falling so much. He nearly broke his skis in frustration and lay on the ground, exhausted, waiting for dinner. But when Aunt Petunia threatened him with "No helping with dinner shopping tonight, and you'll be stuck with cheese fondue," Dudley, looking utterly defeated, reluctantly followed his mother.

The main force behind preparing dinner was still Harry. After returning to the hotel, he donned the Invisibility Cloak, mounted the Nimbus 2001, and flew deeper into the Alps.

A promise had been made: they were going hunting. In the winter, the Alps are nearly devoid of any lively creatures, aside from tourists. The animals that live there either hibernate or migrate, but that doesn't mean there aren't any creatures to hunt in the deeper parts of the mountain.

Compared to the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, the magical energy in the Alps is relatively low, but it is still higher than in most other places around the world. While it can't support the large, powerful magical beasts, there are still some lesser beings to be found in the deep mountain forests.

Magical creatures with flowing magic within them possess far greater physical resilience than ordinary animals, enabling them to withstand the cold without needing to hibernate to survive the long winter.

A prime example is the Yeti of the Alps, also known as the "Bigfoot Snow Monster." Despite the name, these creatures are not related to humans; they are humanoid magical creatures covered in long, snow-white fur. Yetis are found in snow-covered mountain ranges around the world, with the most famous ones coming from the Himalayas. There, the Yetis can grow as tall as 4.6 meters, making them the largest snow monsters in the world.

Living in the perpetually frozen peaks of snow mountains, Yetis have a high percentage of fat in their bodies, making them almost invulnerable to natural predators. However, they are extremely afraid of fire. The thick, oil-rich white fur that keeps them warm can easily catch fire, and when wizards encounter them, they often use this weakness to drive them off.

But killing a Yeti with fire is not an easy task. These creatures have thick, tough skin, and even if their fur is burned off, it doesn't deal them a fatal blow. Instead, it only serves to enrage them, causing them to strike back with massive, iron-crushing fists and magic powerful enough to turn a wizard into a mere pancake.

These creatures are not picky eaters; anything they encounter as food is fair game.

Without any interference from wizards, the Yeti lived quite a comfortable life. Perhaps this was the reason their muscles were also "invaded" by fat— the stronger the Yeti, the more beautiful the snowflake patterns within its flesh. Comparatively, A5 and M9 Wagyu beef were nothing compared to the Yeti.

As long as one wasn't fooled by their humanoid appearance, Yetis were some of the best quality ingredients in the snow-covered mountains.

The white, snowy landscape had Harry's eyes a bit dizzy. If Hedwig had come along, it might not have been so difficult to track the Yetis' footprints. But, just before the sun set, Harry successfully spotted one Yeti digging a bear's den.

The bear, disturbed from its hibernation, let out a furious roar. It was clear this creature had a terrible temper when waking up. However, after receiving a slap from the Yeti that could crack stones, the bear quickly learned who the real boss was.

"Grrrr~ grrrrr~"

The bear, clutching its rear, ran off in the direction of the mountains, no longer concerned about its dignity. It had just realized what the "big monster" its mother had warned it about as a child really was, and it wished it could grow a few extra legs to escape. However, its top speed was only about 60 kilometers per hour, and the Yeti was far too fast for it.

As the bear's bewildered face showed it being dragged backward by its hind legs, a massive figure suddenly descended from the sky, and the bear's eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope.

'There's a hairless guy ahead! Big shot, go eat him! I haven't bathed in years, I stink!'

The bear turned its head and yelled at the Yeti. Whether different species could communicate was unclear.

But the Yeti seemed to understand. Its paw, which was about to crush the bear, paused slightly as its eyes shifted toward Harry.

It then spotted the "cleaned up" and "hairless" tasty prey, giving Harry a lewd grin, as if saying, "I'm craving your body."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the Yeti's hand was empty, as Harry kicked the bear away. The bear flew over five meters, landing dazed on the snowy ground, holding its head in confusion.

"Slap!"

The Yeti, which had just slapped the bear, now experienced the full force of Harry's punch. Clearly, Harry's punch was far more powerful than the slap it had given the bear. The Yeti was sent spinning midair in a 180-degree flip and landed on its backside with a resounding crack. The pain in its neck caused its vision to blur, and its consciousness quickly faded.

With a neck broken by one punch, the Yeti was clearly dead. This creature was not very old, standing just over three meters tall, which meant it had just entered adulthood. Yetis living in the Alps could grow as tall as 3.8 meters, so this one was still young. Despite its youth, it had a large and well-nourished body, clearly enjoying a carefree life without any predators.

The bear, who had been knocked aside, was now completely stunned. Just a moment ago, it had been dragged by the Yeti, ready to be eaten, and now this "hairless" creature had effortlessly killed the Yeti. The bear could hardly process the situation.

Suddenly, the bear covered its mouth in realization. Its intellect surged as if it had reached a sudden peak.

Seeing the new "big shot" busy skinning and breaking bones, the bear cautiously inched back, then moved faster and faster until it ran away without a second glance.

'My meat's gross! My meat's tough! I taste terrible!'

The sweet, bloody scent in the air grew fainter and fainter as the bear vanished into the snow-covered woods. Meanwhile, Harry packed up the Yeti's finest cuts of meat. This large creature was clearly more than he could finish, so after slicing off nearly a ton of prime meat, he left the remaining carcass as a treat for any lucky beasts in the area.

The atmosphere in the tent was lively, with everyone gathered around, chatting and enjoying the warmth of each other's company. Harry had just returned from his successful hunt in the mountains, and despite his earlier surprise at the bear's antics, he now found himself caught in an even more unexpected situation.

As he walked into the tent, Harry noticed the presence of two unfamiliar faces — Mr. and Mrs. Dracour, who were talking animatedly with Vernon and Petunia. Dudley stood off to the side, curiously listening, while Gabrielle cheerfully munched on a small piece of cake.

"Harry, you're back!" Gabrielle gleefully skipped over, holding her cake. She climbed up onto Harry's arm with ease, settling herself comfortably as she whispered in his ear, "My mom and dad were just talking about you."

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling as he approached them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dracour, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said politely, offering a nod of respect.

Mr. Dracour, a middle-aged man who looked surprisingly youthful for his age, responded with a grin. Though in his thirties, he appeared no older than twenty-three or twenty-four. His charm and youthful appearance were clearly inherited from his mother, a woman of captivating beauty.

"Harry, just call me 'uncle.' Or if that's too awkward, feel free to call me 'dad.'"

"Wh-what?!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could react further, an imposing figure emerged from the kitchen. It was Fèngrón, holding what looked like an egg beater in one hand, though it seemed more like a heavy weapon in her grip.

"If you keep talking like that, not even your mother will be able to save you," Fèngrón said through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a clear threat.

"Dear Mr. Dracour!" she added with a deadly calm.

"Ah, that's... scary," Mr. Dracour muttered, shrinking back, though his poor acting only made it more comical. However, when he caught sight of his daughter's dangerous glare, he quickly cleared his throat.

"Ahem... Harry, just call me 'uncle.' That's fine. Uncle works."

"Come, come, sit down! I heard you went hunting in the mountains. What do we have for dinner tonight?" Mr. Dracour was quick to pull Harry into the conversation, his exuberant demeanor unchanged. Then, leaning in conspiratorially, he whispered, "Why don't you consider it?"

"Thwack!"

A loud smack echoed through the tent as the egg beater connected with Mr. Dracour's head.

"I was whispering!" he protested, rubbing his sore head.

"But you were still heard!" Fèngrón shot back, her tone unyielding.

Despite the chaotic yet amusing exchange, the warmth and liveliness of the gathering filled the tent. The playful tension that existed between the Dracour family and Harry added to the overall sense of camaraderie, making for an enjoyable and memorable evening.

(End of Chapter)