Harry Potter: Magic and Guns

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"Ha!"

With a sharp exhale, a pair of bulging, muscular arms raised upwards, forcefully stopping the massive paw of the Frost Tyrant as it slammed down!

The impact sent tremors through the ground, causing a thin layer of snow to rise. Deep footprints appeared on the frozen earth below.

Although the difference in size was tremendous, Harry, having consumed the Strength Release Potion, was no weaker in raw power than the five-meter-tall white bear in front of him.

The torn muscle fibers in his body rapidly healed under the effect of the Ultimate Life Potion. However, the intense pain and numbness spreading across his body were torturous. While the combination of the Strength Release and Ultimate Life Potions was undoubtedly effective, the side effects were unbearable for the average person.

At this moment, Harry, consumed with the urge to tear the Frost Tyrant apart, could not suppress the pain either, but he knew exactly how to channel that extra suffering!

The Frost Tyrant, whose paw had been caught, was momentarily stunned. How had this fleeing prey suddenly become so different? Its simple mind couldn't comprehend what was happening, but it didn’t matter. Now that its target seemed stronger, perhaps it would taste even better when it was finally devoured.

But in the next instant, a sharp pain shot through its arm. Harry, suddenly bursting with incredible strength, yanked the bear’s paw down. As the massive bear stumbled, Harry sidestepped and kicked the Frost Tyrant squarely in the knee joint.

The overwhelming force caused the bear's snow-white fur to ripple as if hit by a tidal wave. Its relatively vulnerable knee joint buckled under the merciless kick, and a crisp crack echoed through the air. The once fearsome beast, now unstable, found itself toppled as Harry, only a mere 1.8 meters tall, performed an impossible move—lifting the five-meter-tall Frost Tyrant in an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming it into the frozen ground with such force that it broke the beast’s enraged nerve!

Just as the bear roared in fury, Harry's steel-like right foot kicked it square in the jaw. The force slammed its mouth shut, sending a dull wave of pain through its body. The violent clamping of its teeth nearly severed half its tongue, and the sound of bone cracking soon followed.

Jumping back while clutching his injured right foot, Harry ripped his pants open, revealing a small dent in his shin bone that was slowly mending. Although his muscles were strong enough, his bones still lacked the hardness required. Every time he unleashed that level of power, his muscles would crack his bones. If he hadn’t used a slow-release potion, hitting with forty tons of force in a single punch would have instantly broken his bones and torn his tendons, likely killing him as well.

Snape’s warnings were not wrong. Harry never doubted that his godfather wouldn’t mislead him, but right now, he had no other choice.

‘If the healing speed can barely keep up with my injuries...’

"Then I’ll make sure to kill you before I kill myself!"

As the Frost Tyrant rose unsteadily from the ground, its shoulders dropped—Harry was standing on its back! The giant bear, now on its hind legs, swung its massive paws, trying to rip the human pest apart. But its raised arm was firmly held by Harry’s strong hands. Although a bear’s body isn’t built like a human’s, joint locks still worked!

For the next minute, Harry possessed the terrifying strength to arm-wrestle Hagrid!

"Get down!"

The searing pain of its broken arm caused the bear to howl in agony. A heavy blow to the back of its head sent it crashing to the ground. In the Frost Tyrant’s eyes, the image of a monstrous figure loomed—Harry’s once-normal body was now grotesquely muscular, with his shredded shirt hanging in tatters.

The demon-like muscles on his back seemed to roar at the sky. Endless strength surged through him, and there was only one thing Harry had to do: unleash it all!

Burst capillaries turned the whites of his eyes blood-red. His expanding muscles seemed to press against his brain, and with each surge of strength, reason began to slip away. The primal beast within him was awakened by the relentless power coursing through his veins!

A savage roar filled with wild rage erupted from Harry’s throat. In the Frost Tyrant’s eyes, the demon’s back was now dotted with blood, and the figure soaked in crimson seemed to be the source of that roar. The icy tyrant, once the ruler of the tundra, now felt fear creeping into its heart, a terror triggered by the sight of the blood-drenched monster before it.

The tearing pain in its broken arm returned as the man standing on its shoulder gripped the limb and, with inhuman strength, yanked it brutally. The sound of tearing muscles echoed like a death knell!

A horrifying scream echoed across the snowfield. The wail, filled with utter despair, conveyed only one emotion: fear. The Frost Tyrant’s mind had shattered completely. Any thought of fighting back vanished. It recalled the Ice Dragon that its father had once torn apart by hand. The hopelessness the dragon felt then was mirrored in the terror the Tyrant experienced now.

Witnessing its own arm being torn from its body was a nightmare beyond what any living being could bear. The once-proud giant bear, its courage broken, fled in panic. Its missing left arm and broken right leg made its movements slow and clumsy. Just as it tried to turn and escape, a blood-soaked hand grasped its short tail.

"Trying to run?"

It looked back, only to meet a pair of blood-red eyes. The former prey had now transformed into an unstoppable demon. The giant bear, too terrified to stop, desperately pushed itself forward with its remaining right arm and left leg, longing only to return home!

The arm holding its tail swelled even more, as if fueled by boundless power. The skin on Harry’s arm split open, unable to contain the growing muscle beneath. What had been a frantic retreat now turned into a fierce tug-of-war. Harry planted his legs into the frozen earth like steel stakes, anchoring himself as the bear’s tail became a rope in this deadly contest. The vertebrae in the Frost Tyrant’s spine stretched to their limit as its tail was pulled—

“Crack... crack, crack…”

The giant bear’s spine suddenly went taut, as if its tendons had been ripped out. Its stretched vertebrae caused its body to rise by a foot, and the dislocated spine left it completely numb from the waist down.

“You wanted to eat me?”

The devil, now discarding the bear's severed tail, picked up the torn arm he had yanked off. He ripped open the bear’s paw, snapped the bones within, and extracted the longest claw, gripping it like a knife.

“Now, it's my turn to eat you!”

With the effects of the potion nearing their end and his strength gradually waning, reason once again took control. The mounting weakness in his body urged Harry to make use of the last few seconds.

In his berserk, muscle-driven state, his movements had been clumsy and inefficient. But with his mind clear again, Harry wasted no time. He lunged forward, pinning the Frost Tyrant’s massive head. Without a word, he drove the claw-turned-knife into the gap between its neck vertebrae and twisted sharply!

The severed spine cut off the brain’s control over the body. Gasping for breath, Harry flipped the giant bear over, plunging the half-foot-long knife into its chest and slicing downward.

A still-beating heart was exposed before Harry’s eyes. This was the magical core of the Frost Tyrant, similar to that of a dragon, whose magical source also resided in the heart. If he could extract the thickest tendon, it would be perfect for making a wand of exceptional quality.

But now, with his strength fading and weakness overtaking him, an overwhelming hunger surged through Harry like a tidal wave!

His body, exhausted from the earlier overexertion, demanded replenishment. Harry’s body had already begun breaking down what little fat remained for energy. Once that was gone, his muscles would quickly begin to decompose to repay the immense toll his powers had taken.

If he couldn’t consume enough nutrients in time, the user of the Strength Release Potion would face a terrible fate. They wouldn’t die, but would be left a withered husk, a mummy-like shell, requiring a long period of recovery to regain their strength.

With no time to spare, Harry buried his head in the Frost Tyrant’s chest, sinking his teeth into its still-beating heart. The discomfort of eating raw flesh was completely overshadowed by his desperate need for energy. His jaws tore off a chunk of the tough heart muscle, and the gushing blood turned him into a grotesque figure drenched in crimson.

The sounds of biting and chewing continued, a brutal testament to the most primal law of survival.

Far off on the snow-covered horizon, several black dots began to grow larger, drawing closer. Faintly, there seemed to be roaring sounds approaching, and the rumble of explosions grew clearer as the silhouette of a terrifying giant slowly came into view.

“Muggle-Repelling Charm!”

Someone pulled the trigger near the pine forest ahead. As they approached, the stark red bloodstains on the snow-covered plain became clearly visible.

(End of Chapter)