Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 151 The Harvest of Sea Fishing

The Hydra is a typical magical cruise ship, and the "Invisible Stretch Spell" is naturally attached to the cabin. The house elf Momo had apparated here long ago and helped Bourne and Horace pack all their luggage.

"Let's go, grandpa will teach you how to sail." Putting on a set of clothes commonly worn by sailors in the 19th century, Horace waved his hand and took Bourne back to the deck.

The Hydra's mooring point is in the Thames River. If she wants to sail into the sea, she must first sail to the estuary.

Fortunately, the Hydra has the magic to reduce its own presence. Otherwise, with its outstanding appearance like an all-wooden ketch, people would inevitably stop and stare.

"Conquering the sea is every man's dream!" Walking up to the deck and to the high platform at the stern of the ship, Horace first explained to Bourne the basic knowledge of steering wheels, sail ropes, etc., and then asked him to try it himself.

Not to mention, Bourne is not only very bright in mind, but also has excellent practical skills. It didn't take long for him to master the basic methods of driving a sailboat.

Horace even couldn't help but sigh: "When I was a kid, if I wanted to learn to sail a sailboat or something, I could get some wizard criminals from Azkaban who had been sailors as long as I paid a training fee.

Using 'Legilimency' and the Pensieve, you can quickly learn their sailing skills.

This approach won't work now. It’s a credit to you, Bourne, that you learn things quickly, otherwise our Slughorn family’s Hydra would have to stay in the lagoon and not be able to get out from now on. "

After hearing this, Bourne drew inferences and was a little curious whether Grandpa Horace learned to drive in this way.

However, since Horace didn't say anything, he was too embarrassed to ask.

Well, the speed of the car is 20 mph, and it is very fast.

Because the wind on the Thames was not very strong, Horace had no choice but to use two weather spells to summon strong winds to push the sails. This allowed the Hydra to sail out of this natural harbor within half an hour.

This also allowed Bourne to learn a new spell.

Once in an area deep enough, Horace showed Bourne another function of the Hydra.

"When the strong wind whistles in your ears, just think of it as a breeze blowing on your face."

When Horace read this sentence from Shakespeare's "The Tempest", the bow of the Hydra suddenly sank.

Bourne almost lost his footing, but fortunately he caught a cable in time, and he was not thrown away by the Hydra.

When Horace saw this scene, he shook his head and shrugged, showing an expression that said "the plot failed to succeed".

He stood firmly on the deck.

Needless to say, this funny old man cast a spell on his feet.

"Your great-grandfather did the same thing when he took me and your grandfather out to sea for the first time. Although it was scary at the time, thinking about it afterwards, I think this may become one of the traditions of the Slughorn family. one."

The Hydra gradually sank below the sea surface, but the water did not reach the heads of the grandfather and grandson on the deck. They were blocked by a transparent film.

"This is a compound magic formulated with the Bubble Curse, the Copying Curse, and the Basilisk Lizard Potion. Although it looks like bubbles, it is actually very strong. And it doesn't matter even if it breaks, Hydra There is also a backup waterproofing charm available.”

Horace winked at Bourne. "Okay, young man, let's go into the cabin. Momo has probably prepared dinner for you. We just drove and sailed, so I have to eat something to fill my stomach."

"Then who will be at the helm?" Bourne pointed to the empty deck except for himself and Horace. When sailing underwater, sails and rigging are actually just decorations.

"Hydra is already a mature magic ship. She has long learned how to sail on her own."

"..."

Originally, Bourne wanted to talk to Horace about the possible harm caused by the use of AI, but when he thought that it was magic rather than technology that allowed the Hydra to sail automatically, he lost interest in continuing the argument - he had to use it. If science and technology forcefully explain magic, it may be a serious problem.

After a simple dinner, and under the care of the house elf Momo, Bourne took a hot bath and went to bed.

Because ocean voyages are not suitable for some pets, Momo has sent the three pets he brought from Hogwarts - Little Khan, Ruth and Ryan - back to Slughorn's family in Scotland. Old house.

The next day, after Bourne finished his breakfast, he rarely got up early and ran to the deck to check. After that, Horace excitedly called him to go fishing.

"Little Bourne, hurry up and follow me to the deck. There is something fun to do. Today I will teach you how to fish in the sea."

A true angler is always prepared.

Whether they were forced to sit on a coffin slab or next to an ice cave that could collapse at any time, they would not let themselves go home empty-handed.

Not to mention, he was in a fishing ground that could be called "rich" and riding a magic ship.

Horace first used a poem by Byron to resurface the Hydra, and took a big breath of the slightly salty sea breeze. The old man then used the passion he had developed from decades of teaching potions. He said to Bourne in a tone of voice: "If you want to catch big fish, you must first learn to make a nest."

He snapped his fingers.

Immediately, the house elf appeared on the deck carrying a rattan suitcase in one hand and a large wooden basin in the other.

"Thank you, Momo." Horace thanked him with a smile.

With the master's approval, the house elf happily disappeared again. Horace opened the suitcase with his own hands and took out pieces of fishing gear:

a spotted bamboo three-section fishing rod with filigree silver thread;

dyed unicorn mane fishing line;

a jewel-encrusted brass reel;

Various "Kirby Ben" brand fishing hooks;
A float made from a whole phoenix feather...

Looking at these gorgeous fishing gear with a sense of history, it would be impossible to say that Bourne was not interested at all. He asked curiously: "Are these things for me? The value of these things has almost caught up with Have you got Mr. Nick Flamel’s alchemical fishing tackle?”

"Oh, of course. These things will be yours from now on."

Horace winked at Bourne.

"However, beginners can only use simple fishing tackle for the time being. The water here is too deep and you may not be able to control it. In this regard, our Slughorn family also has a corresponding inheritance."

In order to prove that what he said was true, after he finished speaking, he solemnly took out a "rolling pin" from the rattan box with both hands. It also had a line of small cursive characters "Special Fishing Tackle for Beginners" engraved on it.

Seeing Bourne holding beginner's fishing gear and turning into "Subway Old Man Cell Phone Face.JPG", Horace took out his magic wand and waved it, and the rolling pin transformed into an unpretentious wooden fishing rod.

"Very good, very energetic."

After casually encouraging his grandnephew, Horace immediately changed the subject: "I just talked about making nests. This is the key to catching big fish. I will definitely not tell ordinary people the secret of making nests of the Slughorn family." "

He pointed to the large, empty tub at his feet.

“First, use two gallons of cow blood as the base. If you want to be more luxurious, you can use the blood of Reem cows;
Then mix half a pound of Yue Chi Beast's feces into it. They serve to thicken and enhance the color;

When fishing in the Atlantic Ocean like we are doing now, you can also add about five ounces of the blood of the Welsh Green Dragon. Their blood is extremely attractive to many large fish in cold waters;
Finally, a small amount of Mibu Mibao pus must be added to a good nest material.

Mebmibo is a magical plant native to the ancient Assyrian region. It is so rare that only a few are planted in the greenhouse at Hogwarts.

Although they look like a small gray cactus, what they have on them are not thorns but boil-like protrusions that beat slightly, like some kind of diseased internal organ.

When attacked by outsiders, Mibu Mibao's boils are powerful weapons, and they will spurt out a lot of thick and unpleasant-smelling pus.

The amazing thing is that although most terrestrial animals cannot tolerate the smell of Mibu Mibao pus, even the equally stinky trolls, aquatic animals like this smell very much.

I have worked with your principal Dumbledore - because he can speak mermaid language, we have studied the mermaid classics together before, and then we discovered that ancient mermaids would trade Mibu Mibao with wizards. The merfolk use the pus of Mibu Mibao to make a tonic that is useful to them. "

I have to admit that the Potions Master is a Potions Master. Even preparing the nest materials for making a nest is like preparing a magic potion.

According to his words: One thing, everything is clear - only the fisherman who masters the method of potion preparation can never be in the air force.

A "Galleon player" like Nick Flamel who can only use alchemy will probably never be able to become a fishing expert in this life.

"Some time ago, when we were studying a magic topic together in Sicily, Nicholas would occasionally take everyone fishing to relax their minds. His only progress was to add a command to the 'Kabbah Alchemy Doll' to let It catches some big fish and puts them on the hook when necessary.”

While complaining about his old friend's "Gallon flow" fishing method, Horace threw a large pot full of gold Galleons... Oh, no, it was a large pot of nest material into the sea with his own hands, and then he became proficient. Hang a hand-sized freeze-dried Flobber caterpillar on the fishing hook, and then swing the rod into the water gracefully. As for Bourne, who is a "beginner in sea fishing," according to Horace's guidance, he can only hang a fake bait made by using the deformation technique on the fishhook, and then drag the fishing rod back and forth along the side of the ship.

“You have to first learn the feel of walking a fish in the sea.”

Horace explained it this way.

"There will be fish biting the hook here soon, and I will let you try it out. Of course, I have to do the difficult action of raising the pole myself, and you have to practice again."

While chatting, the grandsons Horace and Byrne entered two different levels of fishing modes: "Expert" and "Beginner" respectively.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, four minutes...

"Ok?"

Feeling the fishing rod shake in his hand, Bourne did not react in a hurry. Instead, he waited for the fishing rod to shake rapidly a few times again, and at the moment when the fishing rod suddenly stopped, he suddenly lifted the fishing rod upwards with all his strength.

He did not rush to take up the fishing line, but while taking in the fishing line, he followed the method that Grandpa Horace had just taught him and walked slowly along the side of the ship in the opposite direction of the ship's sailing. While walking the fish, he would stop for a short while from time to time and take the opportunity to reel in the line.

After walking about ten meters, Bourne estimated that the fishing line was about to reach the surface of the sea, so he suddenly raised his hand, leaned back, and took four or five steps back. A big man with a protruding upper jaw, two short tentacles growing from the lower jaw, and covered with gradient scales was pulled out of the water by a rookie fisherman like Bourne.

It still wanted to struggle, but Bourne didn't give it a chance and quickly threw it onto the deck.

"Not bad! Atlantic cod. Newcomers always have good luck, keep up the good work!"

Not far away, Horace, who was still waiting for the fish to take the bait, raised a thumb and encouraged Bourne.

After catching the fish, the house elf Momo appeared on the deck and took it to the kitchen.

Soon, Bourne threw out the fishing line again and again, just as Horace said, waiting for the next big fish to take the bait.

Not long after, he actually caught another big fish with a flat body, like a large flounder.

"Yes! Atlantic plaice, its meat is of great quality." Horace continued his motivational education.

Another few minutes passed.

"It's Atlantic salmon, but it's not fat enough this season."

"Mackerel, well, this fish tastes just average."

"Yellowfin tuna!? Merlin's beard! You're going to bite the hook with such a fake bait! Little Bourne, you listen to me, this fish is either crazy or stupid, and we can't eat its meat even if we catch it... Yes , let it go.”

There is no harm without comparison.

Gradually, Horace not only became critical in his evaluation of Bourne's catch, he even began to dislike his own fishing gear.

"I'm so stupid, really!"

"After the unicorn mane fishing line is dyed, it needs to be maintained once a year. But I haven't done it for several years. You know Bourne, this is no joke."

"Damn it, I forgot about the float! That silly bird Fox must have been reborn from the ashes recently. Every time the phoenix reaches nirvana, the oil content in its feathers that it shed before its nirvana will also decrease accordingly! I will definitely write to Deng in a few days. Bledo, ask him to buy some of Fox's latest feathers. This is crucial."

"Oops, this three-jointed bamboo fishing rod! Yes, that's right, it must be like this. Every once in a while, you have to find a Bowtruckle to maintain it, otherwise the magical effect of a hundred hooks and a hundred hits will be weakened. .I will write to Newt when I get back from vacation."

Bourne had only one feeling: at this moment, just like that time, Grandpa Horace seemed to have a similar reaction to the old Mr. Nick Flamel in Devonshire. Just like the mental journey that most students with poor grades have gone through - the low score must be the fault of the stationery - Horace summed up several reasons for today's Air Force in one breath, each of which was related to the quality of his fishing tackle.

"It's still cheap to buy fishing gear. The total is only two thousand galleons. What good stuff can we get?"

Finally, he angrily threw the fishing rods, fishing lines and other miscellaneous supporting parts into the rattan box so as not to worry about looking at them.

"Put it in, put it in. Little Bourne, take that 'beginner' of yours out of..."

Just as Horace was greeting his grandnephew and hurriedly ending this unfinished sport so that he could go back to the cabin to enjoy the sumptuous seafood dinner cooked by Momo, he suddenly noticed something with his very sharp eyes.

bang...

Without even running away, Horace directly apparated to Bourne's right side, stretched out his hand to grab the "beginner" fishing rod, and then sat down on the deck with both feet on the side of the boat. Lower force.

"Vera Verto (Quick Transformation)!"

Horace recited a spell loudly, turning the back end of the beginner's fishing rod into a leather pick, and then pressed it firmly on the deck.

Then, he stood up from the deck with agility that was incompatible with his size. This series of vigorous movements made even Bourne look at him for a moment.

"Watch where you're going!"

It turned out that Horace had just seen a really big fish, either a bull shark or a mackerel shark, appearing under the fake bait on Bourne's fishing rod.

No angler can resist the temptation of becoming a shark fisherman! Horace is certainly no exception.

He stood up energetically, took out his wand and pointed it at the fixed fishing rod to perform a "quick reinforcement" to prevent it from being torn off by the huge pulling force of the shark; then, he tapped the reel with the wand, and it immediately automatically Rotate and bring the large underwater cargo closer to the sea surface.

"Stupe...uh...immobulus!"

Considering that if you use "Stunned" on a shark, the fun of catching it will definitely be greatly reduced, Horace immediately changed the spell he was about to say to a "freezing spell".

He also deliberately controlled the power of the spell so that the shark would only lose some vitality when it was hit by the spell, but would not make it completely powerless to resist.

If you can fish, you will never catch fish. This is related to the dignity of the fisherman.

After using a series of exclusive fishing techniques, Horace also returned to the essence of fishing and asked his little nephew Bourne to help him lift the fishing pole.

"One, two, three!" Horace shouted the slogan, and Bourne also shouted the slogan in conjunction. "one two three!"

With the sound of "crash" coming out of the water, a shark that was bitten on the fishhook was pulled over the side of the ship by the combined efforts of the grandfather and grandson, and hit the deck of the Hydra with a "pop".

However, seeing the entire body of this "shark", Bourne couldn't help but look at Horace with some suspicion.

"Is the nuclear radiation in the waters around here so serious?"

"What's the 'Kimono Club'? Little Bourne, read less Muggle books. There are a lot of inappropriate things in them."

Horace said sternly: "This guy is a wizard who performed human body transformation on himself. It's just that his level is average and he turned into half and half."

As he spoke, Horace carefully put an armor spell on himself and Bourne, and then released the freezing spell that had just been placed on the wizard whose upper body had turned into a shark, but whose lower body remained human.

"Hurry up and change yourself back!"

Horace pointed his wand at the uninvited guest. He had just carefully lifted the freezing spell without forcing it to return to its original appearance.

So at this moment this man was still flopping around on the deck like a... well, half a shark.

The fins on both sides of his body slapped the deck hard twice, and then turned into two arms; then the gills shook rapidly as if in resonance, pulling the "shark-shaped" upper body while twitching and recovering. prototype.

"Silva?"

Seeing the face of this half-shark-turned-human wizard, Horace was slightly surprised and called out this man's name. This man was an old acquaintance of his.

Likewise, this was Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, an acquaintance of Byrne's.

"Yes, Dean Scraghorn." Professor Kettleburn blinked his eyes for a moment and then recognized Horace. However, because he had just transformed from a shark into a human form, his mouth could still speak. A bit unclear in speech.

"After you turn into a shark, your eyesight will also become worse," he explained with a laugh, pointing to his eyes, "otherwise you wouldn't be able to bite the bait."

For the moment, Horace didn't know how to evaluate his old colleague's optimistic attitude. You still have a fishhook hanging on your lips. Doesn't it hurt to talk? He could only quickly use a spell to remove the fishhook and help treat the wound on his lip.

(End of this chapter)