Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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"The Strongest Magic Against Demons" 

The explanation about the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal was certainly enlightening, but what caught Harry's attention the most was the point Zhang Shan Feng mentioned. 

Compared to other parts of the magical world—especially England—the Taishi Celestial Empire, which had an unbroken lineage, preserved many records of the wars from a thousand years ago. Even Zhang Shan Feng, who wasn't a wizard, had considerable knowledge of these events. While much of this was due to his profession, the act of recording and remembering history wasn't something every country was capable of. 

The history of European magic recorded in textbooks always left Harry speechless. While it did document many real historical events, it was mostly filled with trivial matters. The fragmented and scattered nature of European nations made compiling a complete historical record particularly challenging, highlighting the vast difference in cultural and civilizational continuity. 

Who knows how many times European history has been severed? In the Muggle world, there were even ridiculous fabrications like cuneiform clay tablets, where so-called historians claimed that "a great fire just happened to burn only specific tablets, turning them into ceramics and preserving them." As if the fire conveniently spared everything else! And those so-called genius linguists, who, without any reference material, supposedly deciphered a script lost for over two thousand years—complete with pronunciation! Even ghosts would be shocked by the absurdity. 

Then there was the laughable Dead Sea Scrolls—nothing more than a forgery. When they couldn't find real history, they simply made one up. The Jews truly had a knack for deception. 

Harry had come to understand the true value of lineage. This was what "heritage" meant. He wouldn't deny that Europe's magical world had produced some astonishingly talented individuals—perhaps even figures comparable to the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal. But none of them left behind a lasting legacy. Some may have established families, but in a society lacking communication and the ability to evolve with the times, even the most advanced and ingenious creations of the past would eventually be rendered obsolete. 

The most valuable legacy left by past masters wasn't "extraordinary magic" but the fundamental principles that shaped such magic. These core philosophies paved the way for new innovations, much like the foundational ideas of a school of thought, which, over time, would generate countless classic works. 

Harry was certain that the ancient sword cultivators who still held influence in the Taishi Celestial Empire today had undoubtedly evolved from their predecessors of a thousand years ago. Their founding ancestors paved the way, while their successors planted trees along the path, allowing their tradition to flourish to this day. 

"I really need to see it for myself someday." 

Even though he had only grasped a fraction of the information, Harry had already begun forming some theories. After all, he had faced demons firsthand. Even if they were just low-level cannon fodder, the racial traits of demons wouldn't change drastically. 

The reason wizards struggled to deal with demons was simple: even the weakest ones had an ability akin to an invisibility cloak, allowing them to absorb magic and disrupt spells at their core. To counter them, wizards had to concentrate their spell power and release it in a single instant, ensuring the output exceeded the demons' absorption threshold. Only then would the magic take effect. 

Since this was considered the strongest technique against demons, and given the previous mention of "concealing the mind within the sword, nurturing the spirit through the sword," it was clear that their approach involved fully integrating their magic into their blades. This method aligned perfectly with the best strategy for combating demons—high concentration, high burst damage, and instantaneous release of power. 

After taking a group photo in front of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal's statue, they followed Zhang Shan Feng on a thorough tour of Suiye City. As a border town that had stood strong for 1,314 years and remained more prosperous than ever, Suiye City was filled with historical landmarks. Harry and Fleur spent the entire afternoon running around, taking endless pictures. Even with their fast pace and abundant stamina, they barely covered a tenth of the city's sights. 

Zhang Shan Feng certainly lived up to his reputation as a top-tier tour guide, having earned hundreds of positive reviews. Unlike those exploitative travel agencies, everything he told Harry and Fleur was practical and immediately useful. He provided invaluable tips, not just about their current tour but also about future travels and daily life in the Taishi Celestial Empire. 

For instance, he introduced them to online food delivery, e-commerce, digital ticket booking, and even how to scan for shared flying boats. He walked them through everything personally during their tour, ensuring that once their two-day guided trip ended, neither Harry nor Fleur would need to hire another guide. 

Although some of this seemed like common knowledge, Fleur, as a complete outsider, had no idea such conveniences even existed. Meanwhile, Harry—who had experienced similar conveniences in the past—felt a sudden wave of nostalgia. As he adapted back to this once-familiar yet now-distant way of life, a deep sense of homecoming welled up within him. 

At the end of their first day, Zhang Shan Feng had already booked their accommodations. While hotel reservations were part of the tour package, they followed a simple principle: "If we're staying somewhere, we'll stay at the best." As a result, they secured a Tianzi suite in Suiye Cloud Pavilion, which offered a breathtaking aerial view of half the city. 

"So tired~~" 

Fleur collapsed onto the bed, completely abandoning her usual grace. "I can't believe we visited so many places in just one day. Harry, help me take off my shoes." 

"Are they smelly? If they stink, I'm not taking them off." 

"Smelly! Smelly enough to kill you!" 

Fleur flipped over and propped herself up with one hand, then kicked her feet vigorously. Her delicate white embroidered shoes flew through the air with a whoosh~ and landed squarely on Harry's forehead. 

"." 

With an expressionless face, Harry quietly got up. "My stomach hurts. I need to go to the restroom." 

"There was no smell at all! My feet aren't stinky!" Fleur huffed, grabbing Harry's sleeve with a serious expression. This was a matter of her reputation—how could he just say such things so carelessly? 

"Mhm, there's no smell." 

"Then why are you running?" 

"My stomach hurts." 

"But you're obviously holding your breath." 

Her sapphire-blue eyes gleamed with the wisdom of someone who had already seen through everything. 

"I'm not." 

"Then count from one to a hundred. Once you finish, I'll take you out for a feast." 

"." 

Harry turned his head, speechless. "Why can't there be a little more... cough, cough..." 

Holding his breath while standing still was one thing, but holding his breath while talking? Even an iron lung wouldn't be enough for this. 

"I really do have a stomachache!" 

Clutching his nose, Harry bolted out of the room at lightning speed. 

"Don't run, Harry! Explain yourself!" 

"I already said there's no smell! No smell at all! Even if there was a smell, it's not like I'd eat it!" 

"Wait—what?! Are boys' thoughts really that twisted?!" 

"Then why don't you think about it?" 

"!!!" 

Fleur froze in place, her eyes widening in shock. "Think about what?" 

"Boiled pig trotters." 

In ancient times, there was the black-faced Zhang Fei shouting 'cha-cha-cha!' 

And now, there was the fair-skinned Fleur screaming 'wah-wah!' 

Harry, chased like a rat, scurried up and down, leaping across rooftops like a martial artist on the run. 

"That's just a foot bath, damn it!" 

"You're the pig trotter!" 

(End of Chapter)