Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 105 The Unforgivable Crime

The Leaky Cauldron, London.

The stamina brought by Gamp whiskey still made him join in the challenge, but after only two sips, Mundungus returned to the second floor of the bar while holding on to the wall.

He opened a room here.

There were one or two boring decorative paintings and a few worn tapestries hanging on the walls, but there were still many places empty.

On the side close to the street are triangular windows inlaid with stained glass, and wedge-shaped beams of light formed by street lamps cast on the mosaic floors and wooden furniture.

The walls are topped by red pillars, holding up black wooden beams that span the length of the hall, like clumsy fingers holding up a giant tent.

Lying on the mattress, squinting his eyes, Mundungus crossed his legs and hummed an obscene ditty: "There once was a princess, and she bit me..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a banging on the door, and Mundungus thought it was someone who lacked empathy and appreciation for his beautiful singing voice.

"Whatever you want to knock, I just love to sing, what can you do to me -"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because the person who knocked on the door took out his wand and used an unlocking spell on the door of the tavern.

However, the spell is not the popular "Open the Alaho" spell, but the "Open Sesame" that wizards used only many years ago.

The main effect of this spell is that a powerful and heavy door made of dark hardwood is directly blown into pieces by the spell.

A thick black leg stretched out from under a traditional white North African robe and kicked hard at the few remaining pieces of wood on the door, completely clearing away the obstacles in front of the door.

Several "young" old men (old ladies) broke in from outside the door, and Mundungus, who was sober from drinking, surrounded the bed.

At this moment, this famous smuggler in the magic world had sat up from the bed, shivering like a quail.

Once he recognized who the people surrounding him were, he completely gave up on his plans to disapparate and escape.

First of all, these elders are well-known in the magic world, and they will definitely not "condescend" to help Aurors fight against smugglers.

Secondly, these people probably came to him for something important. If he ran away now, he might not be able to continue to be involved in the magic circle.

"Masters," Mundungus hugged his legs and was so obedient that he was almost flattering. "You came to me for something?"

"Do you have a portkey to Italy now? Provide us with one. It would be best if we could find the guy named 'Marlow' directly."

The first person to speak was not Babajide, who was always known for his fiery temper, but Horace Slughorn, a family member of the victim.

At this time, the wand in the potions master's hand was almost poking Mundungus's eyeball.

Moreover, Mundungus also saw that he was holding a bottle of magic potion in his other hand, which seemed to be a very pure veritaserum.

Because he was afraid that his brain would be hollowed out on the physical level, his brain had to start working quickly, and he finally thought of a door key that met the requirements before his brain dried up and started to smoke.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Quirrell.

"Yes, yes, yes." Mundungus was so frightened that his words were mixed up. "In Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley, there is an old witch who has an illegal drug that can go to Palermo. Portkey.”

In order to make what he said more credible, he also provided supporting evidence: "The old witch specializes in selling some black magic items, most of which were passed down from Albania.

Albania has never had its own Ministry of Magic, and is still managed as an 'enclave' by the Italian Ministry of Magic. However, the supervision is not strict and there are many dark wizards gathering.

The old witch always goes to Palermo to purchase goods. That is the city where the headquarters of the Italian Ministry of Magic is located. There is a special black market for magic.

I know the 'Marlow' you are talking about, he is a 'Don'.

He is very powerful in Italy, both among Muggles and wizards.

And it is said that he is not only the boss behind the magic black market, but also the 'Shadow Minister' of the Italian Ministry of Magic. "

The hard work paid off, and some painstaking explanations saved Mundungus from the tragic experience of drinking Veritaserum.

Immediately afterwards, under his leadership, a group of old wizards and old witches whose combined age was over 1000 years old instantly apparated to Knockturn Alley. After scaring away many people, they successfully found the real person. The old witch slept soundly leaning on the troll's toes.

Relying on her wand and Galleon to clear the way, even though she was woken up very rudely, the old witch finally handed over the door key very politely.

She gave Mundungus a vicious look, as if to say: Wait for me!

However, when the portkey was activated and a group of old wizards and witches disappeared, Mundungus also apparated away from this place of right and wrong, leaving only an old witch cursing in the air.

She was so angry that she didn't notice that the troll behind her had quietly picked up the stick.
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Bang!

A little Karami of the wizard gang had his arm smashed to pieces by the tentacles of the Horror. This guy, who could be called "big and strong" for the time being, let out a painful howl like a "little beauty".

It hurts so damn much.

The fear phagocytosis is like an old cat that has caught a mouse. It always has to play with it to collect enough fear and pain before sending its prey to its death.

Bourne, who saw this scene from behind the stone pillar, could not help but frown slightly.

Monsters that feed on the fear and pain of humans (or humanoid intelligent creatures) gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

In the shadow of his majestic body, Nick Flamel was also secretly observing the situation over there, and couldn't help but murmur: "What a devilish act."

This monster called the Horrible Devourer seems to have the same two-faced nature as another dark magic creature - the Dementor.

They all feed on emotions.

It's just that Dementors can suck out the joy of humans, while Horrors are just the opposite. They feed on pain and fear.

Thinking of the cross-species hybridization experiments that some dark wizards like to play around with, Bourne secretly made up his mind: if anyone dared to do this, he would definitely crush that guy to ashes, even if Merlin appeared in front of him to plead for mercy.

We must not let the Dementors and the Horrors merge, we can't even think about it!
Just wanting to do this is a betrayal of all mankind and even the entire physical universe. It is a completely unforgivable sin!

Although creatures that are compatible with opposing emotions will most likely not be as scary as demons that are compatible with opposing concepts (the Four Vendors).

But based on this similarity, every loyal Astartes must nip the danger in the bud whenever he sees it.

then--

"The emperor's will can be candled, and the hole will destroy the monsters."

Bourne read out the battle motto.

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Praise be to the Ohm Messiah!" Byrne inspired the chainsword's machine spirit.

He stepped out from behind the stone pillar.

In the face of such a powerful human enemy like the Phagophagus, not only Nick Flamel's personal safety, but also his own life is sometimes nothing more than a coin?
"All petrified!"

"The flames are blazing!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Psychic lightning!"

"Psychic impact!"

Whether it was magic spells or psychic powers, Bourne used all the convenient attack methods at once.

Moreover, facing this kind of monster that can be classified as an "alien", he launched a sneak attack without any moral pressure at all.

"Alien bastard, one of you and I must go to see the emperor today!"

This sentence is like a bell, constantly ringing in Bourne's mind, giving him a sufficient theoretical basis for not fearing death.

The chain sword roared louder than before, not only feeling the will and determination of the user Bourne, but also feeling excited that he finally encountered an enemy worth fighting.

Putting aside whether this enemy is strong or not, just because of the form of its existence, the chain sword feels that this guy is worth killing.

Its buzzing sound is telling Bourne: Stop playing those little biubiubiu games that only weak wizards play, you are a serious Astartes! Hurry over and let me feel for myself how resistant that guy is to being hacked!

At the same time, the wand held by Bourne was also not to be outdone.

As Bourne transformed into a Primaris Astartes, the wand made of "stack" also transformed into a full-fledged psychic staff.

It is nearly two meters long, and the staff is as thick as a goose egg to facilitate the holding of the Primaris Astartes. The entire body also exudes a thick metallic luster.

With its blessing, the psychic lightning has turned into a lightning storm, turning half of the Dragon Fighting Arena into a prison of thunder.

As if sensing the meaning of the buzzing sound of the chain sword, it changed its shape again not to be outdone, and the top of the staff head directly turned into an Imperial Sky Eagle.

That meaning seems to be telling Bourne: Don't listen to one's own beliefs. Who said that hitting someone with a psychic scepter won't hurt, just let him stretch out his skull and pass away!
Facing two weapons that may be more exciting than himself, what else can Bourne do?
Of course he chose to listen.

Although he can't apparate yet, when a Primaris Astartes sprints with all his strength, it is actually no different from teleporting within a short distance.

The enemy can't react anyway.

With his battle skills that have been refined over time, he easily used the chain sword to cut off a tentacle that grew from the body of the Dread Eater and was drawn towards him in order to protect himself. When he had no chance, he used the psychic scepter to strike hard. A big eyeball that smashed into the Horrible Devourer.

Bang!

Unlike before, this time it was the Horrible Devourer's turn to explode its body parts. Its eyeball and the surrounding flesh and blood were burned to charcoal by the lightning that burst out from the psychic scepter.

Not only that, following Bourne's will, the eagle head of this scepter is actually attached with a layer of psychic simulation power field!
So much so that those charred tissues were instantly chiseled into a pile of slag like walnuts hit by a hammer.

With one successful blow, Byrne showed a fighting style usually reserved for old-school Astartes warriors: between "pursuing the victory" and "changing positions to avoid counterattacks", he chose both!
The chain sword and psychic scepter continuously caused damage to the Dread Eater, making it unable to launch a sneak attack on Bourne because it was too tired to deal with it.

And Bourne also took advantage of this gap, not only moving quickly, but also stepping on the "psychic bricks" created out of thin air from time to time, quickly shifting his position around and even above the body of the Horror, greatly reducing the monster's ability to attack him. Opportunity to launch a counterattack.

In fact, if he had a set of Astartes power armor at this time, he might be able to ignore some counterattacks and perform stand-up output.

"The production of alchemical power armor must be arranged on the schedule. Astartes without power armor is always incomplete." Bourne secretly made up his mind.

As he slashed and struck with psychic energy, the body of the Dreadeater was struck less and less.

Mainly, this monster is somewhat similar to a "slime". Its soft pudding-like body is highly resistant to most physical attacks.

For example, the wizard gang thugs just used firearms to attack it. Because they did not have high-explosive warheads and the like and relied solely on kinetic energy to kill, they were unable to break through the defense at all.

But Bourne is different. Although he seems to be chopping with a chain sword and a psionic staff, these two weapons are not only equipped with psionic powers, but also occasionally use magic spells to attack the Dread Eater. Try something different "something" - it's quite discouraging.

All living creatures basically have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, even demons and monsters are no exception.

Even those Khorne demons who shout "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God" every day. Bourne encountered them in the subspace before, these guys are unwilling to use their heads to complete a "Skull Sacrifice" because they are afraid of death. .

Feeling the threat of death, the Horrible Devourer, with half of its body turned into coke and smashed into pieces, quickly fled.

It fought and retreated, trying hard to climb along the steps, bit by bit, towards the heights of the stands of the Horntail Hall. Because there is an entrance and exit there.

But in this way, the battle naturally entered a familiar plot: it escapes, he chases, and it can't fly.

The movement speed of Primaris Astartes, even without the assistance of power armor, is definitely much faster than a pile of "slime".

Just relying on this body, there is absolutely no way for the Horrible Devourer to escape.

Realizing this, a third of the body had been cut off in such a short time, turning it into only about one or two cubic meters of the phagocytozoan monster. It immediately stretched out from the black and red mucus body, and pointed at it. There is something strange about this body at this moment——

It stretched out a human arm, and the palm of this arm was holding a wand? !

Seeing this scene, Bourne immediately jumped from the steps to the stands nearby, using the railings to block most of the wand's shots.

In addition to the necessary dodge, he is also attacking. The buzzing chain sword swept towards the arm as he jumped and dodged. When he regained his footing, the saw teeth of the chain sword had already cut into the wand-holding arm growing out of the Dread Eater. Everything was crushed into a ball of pulp.

"No, this feels wrong."

Friends who often use chain swords to chop people must also know that when a chain sword (emphasis added, not a chain saw) crushes flesh and bones, it actually feels quite smooth.

But Bourne felt that just cutting off the arm that grew on the monster was like cutting off a piece of metal.

"This is the arm of the alchemy dummy," Bourne immediately realized a question: "Did that guy turn into a Dreadphage himself, or did someone else hide a Dreadphage in his body?"

He originally thought it was the latter.

But look at this situation - at the last moment, the wand actually released a spell called "Knock All Away", causing the remaining body of the Dreadophage to be launched like a cannonball - an alchemy dummy that can use the wand. , it is probably not a serious alchemy dummy.

"That guy is a wizard, a wizard who transformed himself into an alchemy dummy!"

Two images came to Bourne's mind: Iron Spare Ribs and Motor Oil Man. They are two typical people who believe in "the flesh and blood are weak and the machine is soaring".

And they actually have another thing in common, that is, they are easily infected with an incurable disease called "cyber disease."

In short, compared to flesh-and-blood creatures, such creatures that are keen on mechanized bodies are actually more likely to become crazy.

(End of this chapter)