Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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As tourists, Harry and Fleur entered through official channels. After receiving the entry permit issued by the Ammonra Wizarding United Kingdom, they arrived in Qizhadelo in broad daylight. Unlike Voldemort, who had sneaked in illegally, they could freely visit the official campsites within Qizhadelo and rest as they pleased. 

For a small insurance fee of fifteen Galleons per person, they could also receive an emergency distress beacon valid for one month. As long as they stayed outside the magic-turbulent border regions, a professional rescue team would Apparate to their location in under three seconds upon receiving a distress signal. Though poachers were rampant in the area, they mostly stayed within the naturally protected magic-turbulent zones along the borders, where the chaotic magic provided them with shelter. It was a place where even the official teams weren't to be taken lightly. This was no England. 

However, the interior of Qizhadelo wasn't entirely safe. As the largest magical gathering site on land, its vast grasslands were teeming with magical creatures, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Many creatures resembled wildebeests, and unless you followed the designated tour routes, wandering off would lead to a 100% chance of encountering danger. 

The most common mode of transportation in Qizhadelo wasn't rockets or other alchemical gadgets, but a local magical species— the world's largest flying turtle, the Rocket Turtle. Much like the rockets commonly used by wizards, these creatures could freely soar through the sky, propelled by flames shooting out of their rears, allowing them to accelerate. 

However, instead of truly flying, they were born with an innate anti-gravity levitation magic. Their flipper-like legs, much like those of sea turtles, would flap during flight but served more as decoration than functional appendages. With their massive weight, easily over twelve tons when fully grown, those short legs could never support flight without the help of magic. 

The turtle's shell was wide and smooth on top, and a symbiotic magical plant would grow there, creating a soft carpet. No saddle was necessary—by simply guiding the growth of the plant, a seat large enough for six people would materialize on the turtle's back. 

This was Harry's first time enjoying Qizhadelo's grand natural landscapes from the sky. He had previously been so caught up in battles that he had missed many of the breathtaking views this place had to offer. 

But after leisurely gliding for over an hour, the Rocket Turtle they had rented stubbornly refused to move another inch. They had reached the heart of Qizhadelo, near the Sun Mountain, the core area of the official tourist route. The guidebooks clearly marked a crimson-red danger zone with an eighty-kilometer radius around Sun Mountain. Beyond that lay the territory of the Sun Dragons, and if Harry encountered a bad-tempered dragon, he might survive a magical laser attack—but any other wizard would likely be incinerated on the spot. 

These beams were not mere laser blasts; they were torrents of concentrated light particles, and magical shields were as ineffective as paper. 

"Good job," Harry patted the turtle's silly head and tossed it a package of delicious turtle food. However, before Harry and Fleur could disembark, the turtle suddenly started wildly flailing its four short legs, letting out a mournful cry as if it were saying, "Oh no, my turtle life has come to an end." 

It rejected the food with all its might, as though it were its last meal in this short-lived life. 

A massive shadow suddenly loomed over them. A Sun Dragon, one that Harry recognized all too well, was hovering above them with a very displeased look. 

"Bald Silverback Gorilla!" 

"Dragon Fist!" 

The Sun Dragon let out a series of bizarre screeches as it shook its head, twisting mid-air in an awkward, almost comical dance. However, after a while, there was no sign of that punch. The confused little dragon blinked, only to see Harry standing with one hand on his hip, laughing mockingly. 

"Haven't seen you in a few days, and you're still this stupid. Last time I beat you up for nothing, why can't you get a little smarter?" 

"You're the one who has no brain!" The little Sun Dragon growled, baring its teeth and leaning forward, seemingly ready to devour Harry whole. 

"I always thought you hadn't developed a proper brain yet. I told you to give it time to grow, but I never expected..." Harry slapped the dragon's head with disdain. "You haven't grown at all? Wow, what a surprise. Truly, the world is full of wonders." 

"You're the one who hasn't grown a brain! I'm smart, I'll tell you!" The little dragon was getting frustrated in the sky, looking like it might just shoot a light beam at Harry to vaporize him. But after last time, where even its ultimate attack had failed, the dragon wasn't eager for another thrashing. 

"Alright, let me ask you a few questions. Get them right, and I'll admit you're smart." 

"Ask away!" 

"What's 1+1?" 

"Equals 2!" The little dragon immediately blurted out, eager to answer, its face radiating pride. "Is that it? Is that all?" 

"I'm not finished yet. I want to know—why does 1+1 equal 2?" 

The dragon paused, stumped. "Uh, well... because... um..." It scratched its head frantically, unsure how to explain. 

"Is that all? Is that really it?" Harry grinned mischievously. "Alright, think about it later. For now, take us there." 

"How did you know I was here to pick you up?" The little dragon frowned, still confused. It really didn't want to deal with Harry again. 

"Guess?" Harry reached out, pulling Fleur into his side before lightly hopping onto the little dragon's head. "Let's go!"

"Don't step on my head!"

"You're too stupid to make demands."

Though the little dragon was filled with resentment, it eventually clenched its teeth and flew toward Sun Mountain. After they left, the Rocket Turtle, who had been frozen in place for a while, finally came to its senses.

"I'm still alive?!" 

Realizing this, the turtle shot out a burst of fire from its rear and sped off, darting around in a frantic and bold manner. It had survived a close encounter with a Sun Dragon, and it couldn't wait to boast about it when it returned. After all, that was a Sun Dragon! It had been just two meters away! I'm alive! I made it back!

Meanwhile, on the mountainside of Sun Mountain, there was a massive gemstone platform. Constructed entirely from magical gems, this platform was a single, massive uncut stone large enough to comfortably accommodate a hundred or more Sun Dragons basking in the sun. If it were to be taken outside, it could truly make someone wealthy beyond imagination. Magical gems were not just luxury items; they were essential materials for alchemy and served as mediums for many spells, making them as valuable as gold in the wizarding world. 

"Lady Sister!"

Harry, holding his oversized space backpack, noticed that Daenerys, already transformed into her Valkyrie dragon armor, was waiting for them on the gemstone platform. 

However, despite Harry's enthusiastic greeting, Daenerys ignored him and went straight to Fleur. She reached out and pinched Fleur's cheek. 

"So cute~" 

Standing at an imposing 2.1 meters, Daenerys, in her human form, towered over Fleur, who was just a little over 1.7 meters tall. To Daenerys, Fleur looked like a child. With her hands on Fleur's face, Daenerys seemed to relish in the playful moment. Fleur, feeling a little awkward, didn't know how to react, but her nervousness only seemed to make Daenerys even more delighted.

"Come on, little one, let's go. I'll check your health for you," Daenerys said, pulling out a sparkling gemstone that glowed with a clear blue light. A thin white thread tied the perfectly cut gem into a necklace, which she swiftly placed around Fleur's neck. "I knew this color would go perfectly with your hair!"

A soft, almost perverse giggle escaped Daenerys, along with the sound of her wiping her mouth. Unlike the first time Harry met her, where she was all authority and seriousness, today Daenerys seemed especially off. 

Fleur, overwhelmed, cast a helpless glance at Harry. 

"What can I do? Even if I combined all my strength, it wouldn't be enough to take her down."

Harry, equally stunned, could only watch from the side. He couldn't shake the feeling that Daenerys had tricked them. The Sun Gem came too easily—there was definitely something fishy going on here.

"Well... Lady Sister, I've got everything you asked for," Harry said cautiously, not wanting Fleur to be taken away by this weird "aunt." Daenerys might be a dragon and an elemental being, but she had managed to create an entire Sun Dragon clan. When he thought deeper, it became clear that there were many... uncomfortable possibilities behind this situation. 

"Do you have any impolite thoughts?" 

Daenerys turned her head and gave Harry a sharp look, filled with a clear threat. 

"Of course not, absolutely not!" 

Harry's lips twitched as he quickly denied it. 

"Be careful, or I'll chew you up. I'm a dragon, you know. I'm super fierce!" 

Her shining white teeth clicked together as if to emphasize her words. Harry couldn't tell whether she was being playful or threatening. To be honest, after more than two thousand years, Daenerys, the Sun Dragon, was a puzzle. What kind of dragon's life experiences led to such an unusual personality? 

"Still, my little Fleur is the cutest, aw~" 

Daenerys turned back, her gaze fixed on Fleur, as she made some incomprehensible cute sounds. "You have stars on you, this is irresistible!"

"What... stars?" Harry didn't quite understand what she meant.

"Are you blind?" Daenerys gave Harry a dismissive look. "She's glowing, you see? Silver star radiance. The Meiwa are moonlight spirits. When people first see them, they see them dancing under the moonlight, bathed in its glow. They are the stars that accompany the moon, but now they've fallen to the earth, walking among us."

"I haven't seen a spirit like that in a long, long time. I don't think I've ever seen one that's been called a 'Star's Chosen.'"

"Why does it sound like you're angry?"

Hearing the term "Star's Chosen" triggered something in Harry's mind—an eerie thought of something indescribable.

'That's the Star's Chosen! It's the Star's Chosen!' Harry quickly slapped his head, not wanting Fleur to be linked in any way to those inexplicable entities.

"Angry?" Daenerys, hearing the term for the first time, gave Harry a curious look. She didn't bother to search the web for an explanation. Although she could directly connect to the internet and the magical net, that didn't mean she kept a complete database of everything. Besides, the all-knowing God from the Bible was just a two-meter-tall bikini girl in her world, not a being present in the magical realm.

"But now that I've seen it, just like they said—the starry glowing spirits, they really are the most beautiful and adorable creatures. It's a shame, though; the Meiwa now can't regain their original purity. They've even turned into hideous creatures—ugly birds. It's just... terrible."

"Little Fleur~ Little Fleur~" Daenerys, starting to get overly affectionate again, hugged Fleur, rubbing her cheek against hers. "Why don't you just come with me, little one? I'll treat you to the best food and everything, this entire Qizhadeluo is yours. Just nod, and I'll make all those wizards outside leave. Except for Sun Mountain, everything else is yours."

Daenerys waved her hand, as if presenting an entire kingdom to Fleur.

Fleur, who was completely lost and almost on the verge of tears, had no idea how to deal with this situation. It felt like she had stumbled into a wolf's den, and she still hadn't figured out how to respond.

"Maybe... I'd rather not?" Fleur replied cautiously. While Qizhadeluo was indeed beautiful, seeing the scenery once was enough for her.

"Tch, what's so great about that brat? A half-baked Awakened one doesn't deserve you."

"But Harry's great. I'm happy as long as I'm with him."

"It's only because his magic resistance is so high, high enough to ignore the allure you naturally exude." Daenerys spoke nonchalantly, almost as if she had seen through everything. "In two or three years, when you reach adulthood, you'll be able to control that power. A wizard's magic stabilizes after reaching maturity, and it stops growing naturally. Your allure comes from the powerful magic fluctuations you unconsciously emit, or rather, it's a unique trait of your magic."

"Stars are distant suns, naturally drawing all eyes toward them."

"But I'm the sun that's right in front of you. Little Fleur, do you not have any feelings for me?"

Daenerys leaned in closer to Fleur, her curiosity evident. "Not even a little bit?"

"Sister, you're handsome, strong, and beautiful," Fleur blinked innocently. She didn't really understand what "feeling moved" meant, but she knew Daenerys was being complimentary.

"I really wish I could have seen the time when stars shone in the world," Daenerys said, crossing her arms and resting her chin in a thoughtful manner. She sighed wistfully. "If only I had been born earlier, I missed that brilliant age."

"Stupid brat."

Suddenly, Daenerys called out to Harry.

"Take this. Even though you're only half an Awakened, that guy might not have much time left. Go find him."

"Who?" Harry asked, confused, as he took the gem Daenerys tossed to him.

"Sethiralys Sgiji. A mad Awakened wizard. Wait, no, all you Awakened ones are a bit crazy."

(End of Chapter)