Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 110 Knight Bus (Back to the familiar plot, you still love me, right?)
"Nicolaus Flamel Accio!"

(Nick Flamey, fly in!)
Babajide Akinbad read the Latin incantation aloud, concentrating on it while pronouncing each word perfectly.

Because he used a flying spell on Nick Flamel. This kind of spell cannot generally be used on living creatures with high thinking abilities. Unless the other party will not refuse your call, and the casting distance cannot be too far.

Fortunately, the current situation meets the conditions.

Babajide's spell worked. At his call, Nick Flamel was like a kite swept by the strong wind, and flew out of the luxury suite that had become a purgatory.

This is by no means a metaphor.

The plaster ceiling, the wallpaper with gold leaf sequins, and the matching comfortable furniture were turned into a bunch of jet-black objects by the strange magic power at the same time that the human body refining circle was activated, as if they were It's like putting someone in an oven and baking it over high heat.

The only remaining living creature in the room - the Horntail Dragon conjured by August Rookwood - at this time, seemed to have had all its bones removed, and could only lie down like a slug. There was a constant rush of people on the ground.

Like a melted candle, the scales, skin and flesh all over its body melted rapidly, turning into large drops of blood-red mucus and falling to the ground.

On the expensive natural marble floors, patterns of magic circles emerged. Moreover, just like a sponge absorbing water, the blood-red mucus will be absorbed as soon as it lands on it without fear of being wasted.

Oh, and there is another thing: the corpses of those wizard gang members who were killed by August Rookwood before turned into bloody slime in the blink of an eye, and they had all been absorbed by the marble floor a long time ago.

"Who opened this door? And who let you enter this suite?"

Nick Flamel, who was in shock, had just been helped by Babajide to stand up when the alchemy master grabbed the old black wizard's arm.

"That guy has a problem, he has a big problem! And this problem is even worse than the kidnapping of Bourne and I."

Before Babajide could answer, a loud voice sounded from behind him.

To be precise, the sound came from the top of his head. For reference, this old black wizard is nearly two meters tall, even a few centimeters taller than the tall Dumbledore.

So there is no doubt that the person who said this can only be Bourne.

As if he stood out from the crowd, this "little wizard" who was over three meters tall stood in the corridor at the entrance of the suite, attracting everyone's attention.

Except for his Grandpa Horace, the other old wizards, old witches and the Aurors from the Italian Ministry of Magic present looked at this burly giant, with the word "incredible" written all over their faces.

"Are you looking for this goblin?"

Bourne held a chain sword in one hand and a head in the other hand, "pulling" the owner of the head out of the crowd.

Caserta just wanted to slip away.

As a former "follower assassin", this old goblin has received professional training in stealth and has some skills.

Unfortunately, as a solitary Space Marine for many years, Bourne secretly learned some "Shadow Step" techniques from the Crow Guard and the Assassin's Court, which is also very reasonable.

And compared with those masters in the world of stealth (even if some people in the Assassin's Court seem to only know Kang's stealth), Caserta's work is undoubtedly rough.

Although he took advantage of his racial advantage to lower himself into the crowd, and even wore his coat backwards to show off the inconspicuous brown lining, Bourne still discovered his "conspicuous bag" - because everyone else wanted to watch the fun. So I moved forward unconsciously. Only this goblin wanted to go out.

"That's him." Babajide Akinbad pointed at Caserta and explained to Nick Flamel why the goblin was here.

The great alchemist nodded repeatedly after hearing this. Now that the suspect has been controlled, he still has some other things to do.

He said seriously to his friends: "I will buy this hotel with gold. Everyone who has not been invited to my party tonight, I would like to ask you to help them all leave here temporarily."

As the only [true alchemist] who knew how to make the Philosopher's Stone, Nick Flamel was confident when he said this, and did not give the Aurors of the Italian Ministry of Magic any chance to question.

In fact, they were unilaterally assigned by Nick Flamel to do a task that had nothing to do with what he was going to do next. It could also be said to be unrelated but "important and urgent": find a door key, Send the only minor wizard present home safely.

That's right, the underage wizard refers to Bourne, who is over three meters tall and has such thick arms that he looks like he can carry a bull.

In this way, Bourne was arranged by what was most likely the richest old man in the wizarding world. With only the promise of "I will make some compensation to you later", he followed his Grandpa Horace and was sent back to the British Isles in a carnival mask by the Italian Auror Office Director.

They landed at Tempsford, about fifty miles north of London, where there was an RAF airstrip, near the Bedfordshire village of Sandy. Just by the taste of the damp cold night air in his mouth, Bourne knew he was back in England.

This place is indeed a bit remote, but according to the Auror Director of the Italian Ministry of Magic, this is the door key closest to London in their hands - he did not say a word: "The Italian Ministry of Magic's really useful door key" The key is no longer theirs."

Fortunately, even if he is reduced to a "remote" place, the wizard can quickly get out of trouble.

Horace pulled Bourne, who had returned to his little wizard appearance, to the shoulder road, stretched out his wand and tapped twice.

About a minute later, with a "bang" sound, a three-story, bright purple bus appeared and parked on the small road outside Sandy Village. It happened to stop at the In front of Horace and Bourne, the old and the young.

A young man in his twenties, wearing a strange purple uniform and an old-fashioned pirate three-cornered hat on his head jumped down from the car door step. He has a pair of big fan ears, a few small pimples on his face, and a pair of small glasses.

Seeing the waiting passengers, the conductor enthusiastically introduced loudly: "The Knight Bus is at your service. It is an emergency bus for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and get on the bus. , we can take you wherever you want to go...

Um, hello, Professor Slughorn! "

Since the suitcases were not with them, there was no need for the conductor to help them carry their luggage. Horace and Bourne quickly boarded the bus.

After a night of trouble, it was really too much for an old man like Horace, but he still chatted with the conductor after getting on the bus.

"Hello, Stan Thumper, a little wizard from Ravenclaw. If you weren't addicted to those Muggle comics and had to stay up late every night to read them, your eyes wouldn't be myopic.

Is the driver still Ern Plan? Counting the years, that little guy should retire in a few years.

Remember to go to the Slug Drug Store in Diagon Alley and buy a pair of the 'Anti-Eye Disease Curse Quick-acting Treatment Potion' that I prepared - that potion can also treat myopia and repair your vision. After you pass the driver qualification test, you will be able to drive the Knight Bus by yourself. It will not be too late to thank me then. "

Having said that, Stan Sampac was still busy and hurriedly thanked the old professor who had taught him Potions class. To be honest, Horace's suggestion was quite important to him.

After getting in the car, Stan Sampac came to Horace again. Before he could speak, Old Slughorn took out three gold galleons and handed them over.

At the same time, Horace also said something that was supposed to be said by the other party: "Sheng Hui, the ticket only costs eleven silver coins. But if you pay fourteen, you can get chocolate; if you pay fifteen, you can get chocolate." You can get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush in any color - the "Salesmanship Manual" on the Knight Bus has not been updated for more than ten years - I want two box tickets to Hogsmeade Village. Plus a glass of sherry and a cup of hot cocoa, the old rule.”

Stan Sampac took the galleons with a smile on his face and no change. Because every time Professor Slughorn took the bus, he would habitually give a tip to his former student.

"Okay, let's set off right away."

Stan patted the Scottish bagpipe tied to his waist, and the melodious sound of the flute was immediately transmitted from the car that had been casted by the Seamless Stretching Charm to the cab at the front of the car.

Immediately afterwards, the Knight Bus suddenly accelerated forward and rushed out, and the scenes on both sides of the window were also retreating rapidly.

After a while, Stan Sampac brought drinks to Bourne's box.

Horace took a sip of sherry and then put his body comfortably into the soft box seat.

"Exciting Christmas Eve."

The old wizard winked at the young wizard.

"The good news is that everyone is safe and it was just a false alarm. But the bad news is that the remaining few days of Christmas are gone.

In a moment, I will send you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry first. Before leaving, the old man Nicholas asked me to go back to him quickly, saying that he wanted to study something and might need to prepare some magic potions temporarily.

Sorry, little Bourne, you may have to spend Christmas at Hogwarts by yourself for the next few days. "

Horace's tone was full of apology.

And Bourne also knows that despite the old man's calm words now, he actually has something on his mind: a master of alchemy needs the help of a master of potions and many outstanding wizards in other professions to carry out joint research... …No one in their right mind would treat this as a trivial matter.

With Horace's personality, he generally doesn't like to get involved in such troubles. However, because Nico Flamel personally invited him this time, and because the matter was also related to Bourne, he had to reluctantly agree to help.

"The professor who stays at the school should be Snape."

Horace thought for a moment and said.

When he picked up Bourne during the day, he chatted with several former colleagues and knew that they all had their own holiday arrangements, so he speculated on this result.

"Then I happened to ask Professor Snape for some tips on potion brewing during the vacation. Don't worry, Grandpa Horace." Bourne thought that Horace wanted to remind him not to waste his vacation time.

After hearing his grandson's answer, Horace really felt that if he compared the students he had taught in his life with Bourne, in terms of diligence (internal energy) and diligence (volume), none of them could beat him.

"Well, you don't have to come..."

The old man wanted to say "no need to" - as we all know, the Slughorn family learned to brew potions from other wizards, which was definitely a shame for that person - but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he But it was slightly changed. After all, it is a good thing for children to be addicted to learning. Even if he learned some unorthodox skills from that Snape, the worst he could do would be to correct him later.

"...I mean, you can also ask Snape for some tips on applying magic spells. He is quite good at this. You don't have to learn how to prepare potions from him."

Just when Horace was about to say something more to Bourne, the Knight Bus beneath him suddenly sounded its piercing horn. The seat belts that tied them both tightened instantly, and Horace quickly cast a levitating spell on the sherry and hot cocoa on the table.

"Baker Street, Orchard Palace!"

The conductor Sampac called out the name of a place, and then he quickly alerted a passenger who stuck his head out of the window to see if there were any orchards around him.

"Arthur, sit down!"

There were very few passengers on the Night Rider bus, so Santos quickly calmed the people on the bus and jumped out of the open door.

After a while, the conductor and flight attendant slowly walked onto the Knight Bus with a man who looked like he was "seriously injured."

Through the glass window of the box, Bourne had a clear look at the man's appearance.

"Why is it him?"

He complained in his mind that he could meet an acquaintance even if he took the bus. It seemed that tonight, Christmas Eve, was really not destined to be peaceful.

"Why are Quirrell here?" Horace also noticed this new passenger.

"When I went to Hogwarts this morning, Minerva said that Professor Quirrell has been in poor health recently and always hides in his office to rest during the day.

She also asked me if I could give him, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, some tonic?
He didn't sleep at all at night. He ran here from Hogwarts and didn't know what he was doing here. His steps were so shaky that he couldn't even stand still.

Could it be that he did something tonight that cannot be discussed in detail? Young people today are..."

With the groove in his heart vomiting, Horace suddenly came up with a bad guess.

The old wizard looked at Bourne with some concern.

"Grandpa Horace, what's wrong?" Bourne asked curiously after noticing Horace looking at him.

After pondering for a moment, he saw Quirrell being arranged into another box by Sampac through the glass window. Horace then explained: "I feel something is wrong with Quirrell. I have to write a letter to Dumbledore later. Sleepy during the day and staying up late at night - you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, haven't really turned into a vampire, have you?"

(End of this chapter)