Heaven Destroyer and Earth Destroyer

The three of them left the room again, and Fred shook George awake from the deep coma brought on by the Sleeping Beer.

George got to his feet with a dazed expression and followed behind them, as if his brain had yet to reboot properly.

Kyle led the two of them down a corridor. After passing through a door at the end, the three arrived in a vast space three hundred meters long and one hundred meters wide.

Massive pillars supported the ceiling overhead, ensuring it would not collapse.

On the open ground to their left stood rows of targets, stretching from near to far.

The entire wall on their right was covered with all manner of Muggle equipment.

George and Fred did not know what any of it was for, but Kyle knew them inside out.

They were all gifts from the warm and hospitable gangs of the United States back when he had been the Dark Knight in New York.

Kyle took two M16s off the wall. "I got these in the United States. They were originally made in Texas, and you should know Texas has more than just tortillas."

George and Fred remained expressionless, clearly unable to understand his humor.

Forget it. Explaining that to them was like playing music to a cow.

A wooden crate piled against the wall was pried open, revealing neatly arranged rows of gleaming brass bullets inside.

After loading the magazines full, Kyle snapped them into the rifles in his hands and flicked off the safety.

"I call this one Destroy Heavens, and this one Destroy Earth. Put them together, and they become the Destroyer of Heavens."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kyle gripped a gun in each hand and fiercely pulled the triggers at a humanoid target ahead of him.

Flames burst from the long barrels. Amid deafening gunfire, the target ten meters in front of Kyle was instantly shredded to pieces.

Uh, don't ask why he was only shooting at a target ten meters away.

No comment.

The brothers' expressions instantly shifted from indifference to impatience.

"Be careful not to point the muzzle at anyone." Kyle shoved a rifle into each of their hands and warned them.

The brothers nodded furiously.

Seeing the miserable state of that target, they understood perfectly well that if this thing hit a person, there would be no need to send them to Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary.

They would go straight onto a slab, then the entire Weasley family would howl and cry, and finally the entire village of Ottery St Catchpole would sit down to eat.

After correcting their shooting stances and repeatedly reminding them to hold the guns steady, Kyle still felt uneasy after giving it some thought.

So, Kyle changed the M16s in their hands from three-round burst mode to single-shot mode.

Before long, the shooting range echoed with a chorus of gunfire.

"George! This thing works way better than a wand!"

The recoil made Fred's shoulder ache in waves, but it did nothing to diminish his excitement.

George turned his head and happily responded as well.

But when he did, he saw that Kyle was holding a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle nearly one and a half meters long.

Seeing the sniper rifle fully outfitted with a muzzle brake, bipod, scope, and other accessories, George and Fred instantly felt that the bare-bones M16s in their hands, equipped with only iron sights, were no longer appealing.

George and Fred stared longingly at the sniper rifle in Kyle's hands, their eyes full of desire as if silently saying, Kyle, I want to try that!

Kyle did not feel the slightest bit embarrassed under their gazes.

What a joke. He had gone through countless hardships and spent so much blood and sweat—

Uh, maybe it could not be called blood-and-sweat money, but he had still "earned" it with his hardworking hands.

In any case, he had spent a great deal of money to acquire this heavy sniper rifle through certain unspeakable channels from a gun shop owner. It had only recently been issued to the military in limited quantities.

This thing was not something he could just lend out whenever someone asked.

Ten minutes later, George stood beside Fred and urged impatiently, "Fred! My turn, my turn! You've already fired two magazines!"

Only after George repeatedly pressed him did Fred reluctantly pull his face away from the ten-power scope and give up the firing position to George.

While the two of them happily played with the guns, Kyle sat on the floor nearby, flipping through a thin notebook.

The intermittent gunfire beside him seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

George and Fred had traded him this notebook in exchange for the chance to try the Barrett sniper rifle.

It recorded the method for casting the Disillusionment Charm.

The Disillusionment Charm was a spell used to disguise a target.

It could make a disguised person or object resemble a chameleon, matching the color and texture of the environment behind and around it.

Kyle was extremely interested in this magic.

If he learned it, he could do all sorts of shady things in the future, like peeping into the girls' bathroom—

Pah, no!

Research for writing Intimate Hogwarts...

Pah, this one was even less suitable!

If he learned this spell, sneaking around Hogwarts Castle at night would become much more convenient.

After roughly flipping through the notes, Kyle put them away.

He had not even gotten the hang of basic spells yet. Fred and George, who had already studied at Hogwarts for over a year, had not mastered such difficult magic properly. There was no way he could learn it in a short time.

"Hey, you two, it's getting late." Kyle glanced up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand had already passed ten at night. "We should head out."

The two of them checked the time as well and reluctantly put down the guns in their hands.

As they walked out of the shooting range, Fred remarked wistfully, "Dad really should come visit this place sometime."

"Wait!" Kyle called out to them, then began searching through the bookshelves in the living room.

Before long, he pulled two or three military magazines introducing tanks from the shelves and handed them to the pair.

"These explain the structure of tanks. They might be useful when your father magically modifies one."

Kyle rubbed his hands together expectantly, wondering whether Mr. Weasley could turn a tank into a Star Destroyer.

If he could, then magical fighter jets, magical battleships, even magical aircraft carriers...

Just imagine it: atop a massive flying aircraft carrier stood dozens of incredibly fierce dragons, while the magically expanded hangars stored dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of magical fighter jets and bombers.

With magic, the fighters' and bombers' endurance, firepower, maneuverability, and speed could all be greatly enhanced.

With something like that, it would not be impossible for a single ship to destroy an entire country.

Just thinking about it was thrilling.

That night, Kyle lay in the soft bed, his thoughts in turmoil.

Too much had happened that day.

First, Dumbledore had found him, and then he had been told that he was a wizard.

He had originally thought he was the only person in the world with supernatural abilities. He had not expected that he had simply been overthinking it.

There were thousands upon thousands of people in this world just like him.

He had not encountered them before because wizards had all been hiding themselves away.

But Kyle felt that since he had already experienced something as absurd as transmigration, being transported into the world of Harry Potter was not all that strange.

Turning over, Kyle soon fell into a deep sleep.