When Harry saw two guns of different styles and colors appear in his hands, he felt both excited and bewildered.
As someone who had actually grown up in the Muggle World, how could he not recognize the most powerful weapons used by Muggles?
Sure, these were only two pistols.
But even so, they were already shocking enough.
"Look, everyone! What is Harry holding? It looks strange."
Some wizards who had grown up entirely within the Wizarding World stared in confusion.
They knew almost nothing about Muggle weaponry.
"It looks like a weapon… but I don't know how to use it."
"That's a gun—a pistol. It's a Muggle weapon!"
Someone shouted excitedly, clearly a wizard who either understood Muggle culture or was born into a Muggle family.
"What's the use of that gun? Can it cast spells like a wand?"
Several curious young wizards crowded around the one who had identified the weapons.
Similar scenes played out in other Hogwarts houses as well.
Many young wizards had never seen such things and were filled with curiosity.
"Uh… guns don't cast spells," the wizard said after thinking for a moment.
"But they contain something called bullets. You pull the trigger, and the bullet shoots out to damage your enemy."
The more he explained, the more disdain appeared in the eyes of the pure-blood wizards.
In their minds, if it couldn't cast magic, it probably wasn't powerful.
Aiden stepped forward.
"Harry, these two guns have different functions," he explained calmly.
"The white one shoots bullets that can heal people. No matter how serious the injury is, a single shot can instantly restore them."
"And the black one? Its bullets are made for killing. Its power is roughly equivalent to a Blasting Curse."
"And both guns share one key feature: they use your magic as their ammunition. In theory, the more magic power you have, the more bullets you can fire. Meaning… the bullets are basically infinite."
Aiden smacked his lips lightly as he explained the system's description for the two guns—currently in a sealed state.
If the seal were ever removed, the guns would become even stronger.
[Black and White Twin Guns]
[Ebony & Ivory Twin Gun Replica]
[Grade: Excellent (Sealed)]
[Holder: Harry Potter]
[Black: Bullet power scales with the owner's magic level. Infinite bullets.]
[Note: Black was secretly developed by certain clandestine organizations purely for style and coolness. Best used for showing off.]
[White: Bullet power scales with the owner's magic level. Infinite bullets.]
[Note: White was developed by a certain church specifically for healing. Getting shot by this gun is "for your own good."]
"Finally," Aiden added, "these weapons are already bound to your soul. Without your permission, no one else can use them. And you can recall them at any time."
His voice brought Harry back to his senses.
Harry swallowed, staring at the strange runes carved into the twin pistols.
Their exquisite yet intimidating design was exactly the sort of thing he liked at his age—handsome, cool, and dangerous.
"Okay… thank you, sir!"
"No need to thank me, Harry. You earned it."
Aiden looked at Harry holding the guns, expressing a hint of amazement.
He could already imagine the future:
Harry, pointing the twin guns at Voldemort.
Harry: Want to bet whether these guns are loaded?
Voldemort: ???
Harry grinned mischievously.
He raised the black pistol toward the platform in front of him and pulled the trigger.
A sudden sensation rushed through him—as if one-tenth of his magic had been sucked out in an instant.
A black flash exploded from the pistol.
BOOM!
The platform in front of Harry burst apart. Dust blasted upward, covering his entire face in soot and grime.
The bullet didn't stop there—it shot straight into the cobblestone path below, blasting a clean hole into the stone.
Fortunately, whatever magic bound the gun to Harry ensured that none of the damage rebounded onto him.
Unfortunately… his dignity was gone. His face was now one giant smudge of dust.
"Ron, this thing is really easy to use!"
Harry lifted the twin guns with a bright grin.
Ron just stared, mouth wide open, nodding like a stunned chicken.
And it wasn't just him—Draco, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore, Lockhart, and all the Hogwarts teachers and students watching were stunned silent.
The entire platform railing—brick and stone—had been obliterated.
Aiden raised his hand, and the destroyed platform and cobblestone path repaired themselves in seconds.
"Harry," he said seriously, "you must use this weapon carefully. The damage may not affect you, but for others…"
He didn't need to finish. Harry understood.
"I understand, sir. Thank you."
Since he had tried the black gun, Harry naturally turned to the white one.
But… could shooting someone with it really heal them?
And not just kill them by mistake?
Harry stared at the white gun suspiciously.
Everyone else looked at Harry with equal suspicion.
"Harry, you must promise me you won't use this weapon on your classmates," Dumbledore said sternly.
"Okay, Professor. I promise I won't misuse them."
Dumbledore nodded, though he was clearly uneasy.
He knew Muggle guns.
But this… this was far beyond ordinary Muggle weaponry. No recoil, enormous power, and a magical binding.
Yes—he would need a thorough talk with Harry later.
Dumbledore's eyes darkened with thought.
"All right," Aiden said. "Next, you can look at the analysis."