The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

"But don't trains run on tracks?"

"......"

Harry felt inexplicably relieved. Although Red hadn't said anything, he knew Red must have a way to solve the problem.

"Then let's begin... the final part of this journey!"

Harry took a deep breath, placed the pistol close to his body, and then picked up the wand he had captured earlier. He had carefully hidden the rifle in a corner of the train, so that if he were to die on his journey today, he might be able to leave something of his own to others.

Igor boarded the train; he had finally gotten his chance. But he wasn't in a hurry. He didn't want any Death Eaters to recognize him. After all, he had earned his pardon by betraying the Death Eaters, and it wouldn't be good if some of them came knocking on his door.

"Be patient, Igor... They will pave the way for you."

The Death Eaters boarded the train, which was still accelerating, with great confidence. Without hesitation, they pushed open the door of the last carriage, and the person who pushed the door was blown to pieces. A tripwire mine placed behind the door killed the Death Eater instantly.

"Damn it!! Where did these two brats come from?! Are we on a battlefield in World War II?!"

The more secular Death Eaters couldn't help but curse. They were utterly disgusted by modern firepower and tactical thinking. Many spells were completely ineffective against these gunpowders, but these gunpowders and explosives could inexplicably penetrate their magical defenses and take their lives directly.

"It looks like the Fire Stealing spell enchantment is starting to work very well... Harry, we need to sound the horn."

As Red spoke, Harry stared intently at the door, ready to shoot anyone who entered through it.

"Waaaaaah!!!!"

The train began to sound its horn, and then the mountains seemed to respond. Harry sensed a strange aura, the manifestation of the Colonel's power, something responding to the Colonel's power.

"Do you remember? That old man answered your request... He became a soldier again. Do you understand what I mean?"

Harry paused for a moment, then he understood what Red meant. Old Andre was, in a sense, bound by the Colonel, and they would fulfill their oath to the Colonel, which even death could not break. But what did that have to do with the current situation?

"This is the craziest part of our journey, Harry... We might never have another chance like this, so let's go for it."

Harry was puzzled by Red's sudden advice, but he still obediently released his magic, interacting with the train and communicating with the things around him.

"Home....."

"Our home..."

Harry felt like he heard something, but he couldn't make it out clearly because he had already started fighting.

"Blazing Flames!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Extremely painful!"

Three spells belonging to dark wizards struck Harry directly. Harry stepped back to avoid the raging flames, and then drew his wand.

"Disarm you!"

"Armor for protection!"

Red blocked "The Crucifixion" for Harry, while Harry himself used "Expelliarmus" to directly block "Avada Kedavra." He felt that his magic was so active on the train that it frightened even himself.

"You little brat...you've reached a dead end, haven't you? How about surrendering?"

Igor stepped forward, gripping his wand. In his view, the matter was over. Dumbledore was clearly not going to make it in time, and while the two brats might have an advantage in non-spellfighting situations, when it came to a real battle of spells and wizard duels, they would be nothing more than two pieces of meat to be slaughtered.

Harry didn't answer. He held his wand in one hand and raised his pistol in the other, shooting a dark wizard through the forehead. He was becoming more and more accustomed to the combination of spells and firearms.

"That stubborn brat..."

Igor cursed under his breath. It would be best to take down the two brats without bloodshed. After all, if Harry Potter were alive, he could not only side with the Dark Lord, but also negotiate with Dumbledore. But now it seemed that he had no choice but to rely entirely on the Dark Lord.

For some reason, Igor felt uneasy. The two kids' guns, spells, and explosives were indeed very powerful, but they were nothing to him.

As a Death Eater, he should be able to completely overwhelm these two brats in combat, Igor thought. So why was he feeling uneasy?

"In order to... in order to protect our homeland."

The train continued to accelerate, sounding its horn once more. Despite being an old train nearing retirement, it now unleashed a speed it had never reached before, speeding wildly across the railway.

This time, Harry sensed it; it was something in this land responding to him, or rather, responding to the train.

"Red, how much stock do we have left?"

Harry was panting. They fought their way from the very back of the freight car to the dining car at the front. Almost every car was littered with the blood and corpses of Death Eaters, but the damage was also very obvious. Harry felt like he could barely lift his hands, and Red was also showing signs of fatigue.

"We're almost at the end. This guy who's been standing at the back is quite troublesome. He almost hit us with the Unforgivable Curse several times."

Red calculated the remaining ammunition. They were almost out of bullets and grenades, and without alchemical enhancement, the remaining bullets and grenades probably wouldn't be able to penetrate the wizard's defensive spells.

"Harry... the big one is coming."

"What?"

Harry turned around, and then the train sounded its whistle for the third time.

"We will fight to protect our homeland, our families, and our motherland!"

Harry murmured the sentence aloud.

A loud bang followed, and Harry turned around in a daze.

"Harry, the train has derailed... Now I'll tell you where we're headed."

Red's words brought Harry to his senses, and he immediately picked up his weapon and aimed it at the most unusual Death Eater. Clearly, even the Death Eater who had initially seemed to have the upper hand was now somewhat at a loss.

To Harry's surprise, the derailed train then continued smoothly on its way.

"Now, Harry, it's time for you to keep your vow. We're about to begin the final stage of our journey."

Harry looked out the window and noticed... the train seemed to be flying.