Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 128: Teammates get around
"I said I happened to pass by, do you believe it?"

Bourne said it, but it was as if he didn't say it. It might even be better not to say anything.

Because he speaks English.

Such a "big" guy - and wearing armor that completely covered his face - appeared at the Ministry of Magic in Paris, France, with what were obviously weapons in both hands. It was difficult not to set alarm bells ringing in the hearts of the two French Aurors.

“Déposez armes (Lay down your arms)!”

"Expello!"

The two Aurors, who were very different in age and experience, used two completely different methods to express the same command.

However, whether it is a "verbal warning" or a "disarming curse", it is completely unacceptable to an Astartes who has suffered from "fear of lack of firepower" all year round.

Wearing a set of alchemical power armor, Bourne's sensitivity has not been weakened, and his actions are even a bit faster.

He slid down to the ground to avoid the "Disarming Curse" shot at him, and then he appeared next to the two Aurors, like the rich young man in a shed who likes to go out on the street in the middle of the night, holding his arms The two of them had a head-to-head blow.

The two French Aurors immediately fell into a baby-like sleep.

"The next question is..."

Looking up at the iconic glass dome of the French Ministry of Magic, Bourne couldn't help but chew his teeth in worry.

"...How should I go back?"

Now, there are two options to choose from.

One way is to take out the broomstick that Horace customized for him at Christmas, fly back to England along the route of the Dunkirk Counterattack on the broomstick, and then find a place to transfer to the Knight Bus to Hogg. Maud.

The problem with this plan is that the journey is too long and takes too long.

Moreover, even if he did not mention this way of traveling, he might be exposed to Muggles and violate a series of provisions of the Statute of Secrecy. Even if Bourne rushes as fast as possible, he will not be able to return to Hogwarts Castle until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

If Quirrell and Voldemort had been more powerful, they would have probably completed their attempt to break into the restricted area by then - even if they still couldn't crack Dumbledore's arrangement, Voldemort's remnant soul would have probably disappeared without a trace. .

Bourne had personally experienced once before that when he purified Horcruxes and evil soul fragments, he could receive the Emperor's approval.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to let go of the remnant soul of Voldemort possessing Quirrell. What's more, so many plans have been laid out against it, but it ended up running away. That would be a completely unacceptable mistake by Bourne.

Another way to return to Hogwarts is to use some other means. So, he set his sights on Ryan, who was transported to the French Ministry of Magic by the nameplate of the Madago cat along with him.

"Stop pretending to be innocent. Hurry up and transform into the magical animal 'Zouwu' you just transformed into. When you return to Hogwarts, you will have unlimited supply of dried fish!"

Ryan stared at Bourne with big bright eyes, as if to say: Do you want to listen to what you said? What do you take me for?

"If you agree, in addition to that, your meal bill will always be twice as much as Ruth's, plus you will get the latest cat climbing frame as a gift!"

After hearing this, Ryan, who had looked lazy and indifferent just now, instantly became energetic. It raised its paws and licked the flesh pads on them reservedly, but the tail that was raised high and rolled into a "?" shape revealed its mood at the moment.

"It's too late, hurry up!" Seeing its upright expression, Bourne couldn't help but be speechless, but he could only urge twice.
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"We solemnly swear that what we just said is true!" The twin chicks nodded like pecking rice, one on the left and the other on the right surrounding Professor McGonagall, who usually always retreated.

"Oh, if I find out that you two are playing a prank, then you know the consequences..." Professor McGonagall said in a bad tone.

A few minutes ago, the Weasley twins, known as the "Gryffindor ruthless point-deducting machines", rushed directly to her office.

They all told about the fact that they and Bourne had teamed up to investigate Quirrell. Not long ago, the Harry Potter trio also made a similar report to Professor McGonagall.

However, Harry Potter and several first-year students pointed their finger at Snape, the dean of Slytherin House.

Originally, Professor McGonagall's attitude towards the young wizards about "investigating the school professor" and even finding out "Nick Flamel's Philosopher's Stone" was the same as that of a young girl.

But the problem is, these two groups of people came to report one after another. In fact, it is difficult not to remind Professor McGonagall of some old sayings: For example, as long as there are enough blind cats, you will always encounter a dead mouse; another example is, Three people make a tiger …

What if?
What if what these two groups of primary school students say is true, and even if only one of them guesses correctly, the results will be disastrous.

She couldn't help but become cautious.

In this way, the twins led their dean from the Transfiguration Office to Professor Quirrell, who was being cornered by three young wizards.

Of course, "blocked in the corner" here is just an adjective, describing Quirrell's awkward position.

In fact, what the three young wizards were doing was happily exchanging their experiences against the common enemy with the professor from the Defense Against Dark Arts class who they thought was "unafraid of power" and "disabled and strong-willed".

It's a pity that even if the three young wizards put their minds together, they can't compare to Voldemort's old silver coin.

Therefore, unknowingly, they spent this period of time trying to find out all the information and exposed it in detail - during the words, several children even unconsciously revealed their difficulty. Covered pride and complacency.

Just say it directly: I think Snape has no plans, and I laugh at the Dark Lord's lack of wisdom.

The scale of their words was so great that even Quirrell had to comfort the person on the back of his head from time to time. He was really worried. The proud Dark Lord forced him to show his wand in a rage, which really opened up the minds of three young wizards in the bright corridor of the library.

"...His master—the mysterious man—has been dead for almost twelve years!"

Ron clapped his fingers and said enthusiastically: "His body has probably rotted into dregs long ago. Even if Snape stole the Sorcerer's Stone and made the 'Elixir of Life', the mysterious man would not have a mouth to drink from it." .

Could it be that Snape could still pour the potion down that guy's nostrils? Hahaha. "

After saying this, the kid made himself laugh, and also made his good brother Harry laugh too. The corridor was filled with happy air for a while. However, this is true to the old saying: the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention.

Inadvertently, Ron carried out a scalpel-like "precision blow" targeting Voldemort's "pain point", which scared Quirrell so much that his face changed.

The attentive little witch Hermione noticed the change in Quirrell's face and asked with concern: "Professor, what's wrong with your face?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Quirrell waved his hands repeatedly, "This is the wax I applied to prevent the cold."

"But winter has passed long ago, and it's almost summer now?" Hermione turned into a hundred thousand whys, asking one question after another.

Quirrell could only bite the bullet and continued: "I, I, I am a little weak."

As soon as he said this, the three young wizards cast sympathetic glances at the professor at the same time. They felt that their previous guess had been confirmed.

As expected, Professor Quirrell was also hindered by the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" course. A professor like this who is not afraid of power will most likely follow in the footsteps of previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Relieved of the burden of teaching this course.

Under this situation, even Hermione, who had been dissatisfied with his unstable teaching quality before, felt she had forgiven him for a moment.

"I suggest you drink some tonic later." Ron scratched his hair, trying to comfort him, "That potion seems not expensive, I can afford it if I save my pocket money - of course, I What I bought was rat tonic - I have a mouse named Banban, he is too old, and he has to drink some rat tonic occasionally to keep his body alive."

"Ron! What are you talking about?"

Hermione started the criticism mode bluntly: "Not to mention whether it is appropriate for you to compare Professor Quirrell and Scabbers. I have to correct your misconception first. The main ingredient of that mouse tonic is actually sugar water. That’s why it’s sold so cheaply, it’s an IQ tax!”

Ron felt a little unconvinced when Hermione choked him. "What kind of rat tonic is an IQ tax? I obviously don't—"

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter!"

Professor McGonagall's steady voice suddenly sounded behind them, not only interrupting Ron's rebuttal, but also giving them an order that they could not refuse.

"It's almost time to go back to Gryffindor Tower, George and Fred will be coming back with you.

I have already notified Filch. In view of something happening tonight, he will increase the intensity of patrols accordingly. Any little wizard who is caught wandering at night will not only have points deducted, but will also be fined to clean the public restrooms on all floors with a brush.

Now, immediately, immediately!
Go where you belong! "

After saying that, she turned to look at Quirrell, who was pretending to be "little transparent", with his hands folded in front of him.

"Quirinas, I probably drank too much black tea in the afternoon and couldn't sleep at night. If it's convenient for you, can you accompany me to the office for a chat?"

Quirrell forced out a sly smirk, and in the end he could only answer the vice-principal's "request": "Of course."

"What is coming will always come. However, because I am fully prepared, you will never overturn tonight. Just go with confidence and boldness."

Sensing the host's nervousness, the remnant soul of Voldemort hidden in Quirrell's body immediately gave him a reassurance, telling him not to worry.

As for what he had prepared, Quirrell didn't have time to ask, and Voldemort was even more unwilling to reveal it.

Because he was worried that Quirrell would think too much.

Compared to Quirrell, who is timid and cowardly, but actually not stupid, Voldemort feels that Peter Pettigrew, who can turn into a little mouse, is better to deceive. Naturally, it is more convenient for him to take the blame.

However, Voldemort, who was well versed in organizational management, also knew that it was possible to make subordinates take the blame, but it could not be widely spread.

And at this moment, near the open space where Bourne had put the nameplate on the neck of the Madago cat, a dirty mouse had just emerged from the grass.

Peter Pettigrew has been squatting here for a long time and witnessed with his own eyes the exciting "cat-cat war" just now. In fact, it was he who released the Madago cat from a hole in the ground.

A few months ago, on Christmas Day, Voldemort fell into a state of rage common to humans after "their home was stolen" because it was discovered that the entrance to the secret room where the Basilisk lived had been tampered with.

He ran thousands of miles away and found several craftsmen from the Ministry of Magic who had participated in the recent repair work at Hogwarts Castle. He tortured them inhumanely to extract confessions, and then one of them gave them a Death Curse as a Christmas gift. .

On the journey back, he used several door keys that the craftsmen had applied for through formal procedures and could be used to return home during the holidays, which happened to require a "transfer" at the Ministry of Magic in Paris.

In line with the guiding ideology that after a hard trip, you can never come back empty-handed, so he took away a Madago cat raised by the Ministry of Magic in Paris.

Originally, he planned to keep this magical animal first and then kill it for blood when needed. Usually, he used magic to imprison the Madago cat in the Forbidden Forest and hide it in a cave.

But some time ago, Quirrell tried his best to help him find the blood of some magical animals, which also prevented Voldemort from using the reserve rations in the Forbidden Forest.

To this day, when he felt that he could not respond to Snape's threat, he designed and implemented a conspiracy to have the Potions Professor taken away by the British Ministry of Magic.

When Snape was taken away, he quietly "killed" Peeves, who had been fighting with him, and helped him see Bourne, the Weasley brothers, and Summer from the ghost's memory. Locke.

He immediately formulated a new plan. First, he found the magical portrait and cast an extremely powerful confusion spell on the character Sherlock in the painting.

Voldemort originally wanted to ambush him personally, but because he planned to break into the restricted area at night and steal Nico Flamel's magic stone, he had to choose to use the dangerous Madago cat as a trap.

Since it was inconvenient for him to leave the castle, he could only contact the dusty Peter Pettigrew who had traveled half of England and hurried back through the Dark Mark. He asked him to free the Madago cat in the Forbidden Forest.

But in addition, when using the Dark Mark to communicate, he also gave Peter Pettigrew a new task behind Quirrell's consciousness.

The main content of this mission, in short, is two words——

Go around the back.

(End of this chapter)