Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

Then I watched as Harry Potter emerged from the closet, holding a black pistol, and began unloading the bullets one by one.

"Glock G44".

"Capacity of eleven rounds."

"The recoil is not strong, making it suitable for ordinary people to use."

After unloading the bullets and placing them on the table, Harry Potter put the empty magazine aside and, without even looking up, pulled out a pistol.

"If I were you, I should be keeping a close eye on your precious sons right now."

Harry Potter's words snapped the couple out of their shock and fear, and they quickly grabbed Dudley.

The guy looked at the pistol on the table, but didn't seem too afraid.

Fa Na seemed somewhat eager to try.

As he continued unloading the bullets, Harry Potter remarked casually.

"The Colt M1911 is a very old gun, but this one is of good quality, well-maintained, and works very well."

With that, Harry Potter placed the two guns on the table, said nothing, and just looked at the Dursleys.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat tense at this moment, as the Dursleys couldn't figure out what Harry Potter was trying to do.

Even more unbelievable is that he, a child of about ten years old, got two handguns from somewhere.

And judging from its appearance and sound, it's definitely not a toy.

She felt a sense of dread, knowing that she had learned about her origins and was about to go to a world full of freaks.

So before leaving, he wanted to get revenge on them for abusing him for so long?

Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny turned pale at the thought.

Indeed, when it comes to food, they certainly didn't skimp on anything.

They mostly ate together, but in other aspects, things were a different story.

After a long pause, as the head of the family, Uncle Vernon finally mustered the courage to look at Harry Potter.

"Harry, what do you mean by this? You've been eating and drinking our food for so many years. If it weren't for our family, you would have been dead long ago. Now..."

"Of course I know these things, so I didn't do anything else, and I unloaded all the bullets."

"However, I hope you will not interfere with my going to Hogwarts."

"What's so great about those freaks? Do you want one too?"

Uncle Vernon called out, but his voice immediately fell silent after seeing Harry Potter's indifferent gaze.

"That's how it's decided. I think you're not willing to delve into where these guns came from."

"What I'm connected to is far more than just the magical world you all know."

After saying that, Harry Potter took his things and went upstairs.

"By the way, that storage room will be my room from now on."

Finally, it was mentioned that Harry Potter carried his things upstairs.

When Dudley heard that Lin Yu wanted to take over his storage room, which was filled with unwanted things, he immediately became unhappy and grabbed Uncle Vernon, crying and shouting.

"No, I don't want to give the room to Harry. I have so much stuff."

"Shut up!"

Uncle Vernon suddenly roared, startling Dudley.

Before this, his father had never spoken to him in this tone.

I've never yelled like that before.

Uncle Vernon's face was grim. He went to the table and reached out to collect all the bullets and guns on it.

Feeling the cold touch and weight in his hand, Uncle Vernon knew he had no way to refuse Harry Potter's words.

If it were just those freaks who could use magic, that would be fine.

After all, I've heard they don't plan to use magic in front of ordinary people.

But what about those involved in organized crime in this world?

Even if you beat Uncle Vernon to death, he would never believe that the two guns in Harry Potter's hands came from legitimate channels.

If it's not through official channels, then what's going on?

Stolen?

Unrealistic.

There's probably only one explanation: someone gave it to him.

Considering the power Harry Potter displayed last night, a clear picture had formed in Uncle Vernon's mind.

Harry Potter stood among a group of gang members and became one of them.

The thought of this gave Uncle Vernon a headache.

The freak with magic wouldn't dare cause trouble, but those guys might be a different story.

Those were all lawless individuals.

With this in mind, reason had already told him the most appropriate course of action.

That is to let Harry Potter do whatever he wants.

At least this way it won't cause any trouble for their family right now.

As for other things, we can only take it one step at a time.

Or perhaps they secretly moved while Harry Potter was studying at Hogwarts?

This idea seems pretty good, but selling the house will take some time.

Uncle Vernon spent a long time thinking about it.

Finally, under Aunt Penny's worried gaze, she said in a deep voice.

"Go back to your rooms and sleep."

. . . . . .

Since Hagrid's visit, and Harry Potter's "showdown," his status in the Dursley family has changed drastically.

No one raised their voice at him anymore, and there was no more of that constant sarcasm and ridicule.

Nowadays, apart from eating, he has become completely invisible in this house.

Being invisible actually made Harry Potter feel quite relaxed, since he didn't have much to say to them anyway.

My daily routine during the last bit of my holiday mainly consisted of cultivation and reviewing the textbooks required by the magic school.

In addition, at night, I would take my wand out to fight crime and try to get used to my weapon as a companion as soon as possible.

However, if this wand could talk, it would probably regret choosing Harry Potter as its master.

They had never used a single spell, but when it came to hitting people, they were all incredibly skilled. Eventually, their wands even drew blood, which could be considered a breakthrough.

The unicorn horn at the top of the wand is actually quite useful.

When using a long spear, there is absolutely no problem.

Lin Yu also promised Harry Potter that once he had mastered the Crimson Fiend Palm technique, he would teach him a marksmanship technique.

Harry Potter is something to look forward to.

Time flies, and September 1st arrived—the day to report to Hogwarts.

During this time, Harry Potter amassed quite a bit of money and weapons due to his chivalrous deeds.

Unlike the original story, where Uncle Vernon had to drive her to the station, she could simply take a taxi.

"Master, do you think I really don't need to bring a gun?"

'I haven't learned magic yet. If I really encounter danger, it's much more reliable to bring a gun.'

'If someone shoots magic at me, I'll shoot bullets back.'

Before leaving, Harry Potter was still worrying about his luggage.

He wanted to stuff a gun into his luggage, the kind that could be disassembled, but Lin Yu stopped him.

Do you think Hogwarts won't check your luggage?

'Don't treat others like fools. Since magic exists in this world, maybe they can check your box for contraband without even opening it.'

'Unless you hide it inside your own body'

Harry Potter shuddered and quickly shook his head.

"No, no, no, let's forget about it then. This is too terrifying."

As he spoke, Harry Potter immediately dismissed the idea.

'Compared to firearms, knives and forks, with the right techniques and internal energy, can also unleash power comparable to firearms.'

After packing his things and hailing a taxi, Harry Potter's figure gradually faded into the distance under Lin Yu's guidance.