Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 153 The Emperor’s New Clothes

"Merlin's strawberry socks!"

Horace's big nose twitched twice, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "That shop owner is really an amateur among amateurs. He actually used the ashes of the Ash Snake as fertilizer to grow airship plums.

Although doing this can make some plants grow better, it only takes a little spark to turn the blimp plum into an explosive blimp plum. "

Pedestrians on the commercial street gathered in twos and threes. Most of these people were wizards who came here from the Mediterranean coast to trade. They had many interactions in the past.

Horace did not talk to them, but took Bourne into a small shop selling "Turkish coffee".

"Two cups of Ceylon tea!"

"30 dinars."

Horace gave the boss a silver siko, which was worth about 35 dinars, but he did not give the boss any change.

"Man, what do those people out there do? Why haven't I seen them here before?"

He was referring to a group of people who suddenly appeared on the street after the "Airship Lee" accident.

The gang all wore blue bandanas on their heads, which looked like some sort of unifying symbol.

Perhaps because of the tip, or because Horace and Byrne were young and old and did not look like troublemakers, the shopkeeper casually explained to them: "Those people are employees of the emperor. "

"Emperor?" Horace asked doubtfully.

"Emperor!" Bourne wrinkled his face.

"The Emperor is a store specializing in luxury clothing. The full name of the store is 'The Emperor's New Clothes'. The store's business is very good, so it employs a lot of people."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper served two small cups of steaming tea to Horace and Bourne. Perhaps due to regional differences, this Ceylon tea does not add sugar cubes and milk that are common in the UK, but condensed milk and a local allspice powder (dried ginger, cardamom, hay, pepper and tangerine peel).

"It is said that many European pure-blood wizard families come to their store regularly to make purchases. One fur coat sold there is enough to renovate my small store."

"They come to the Pillars of Hercules just to buy clothes. Are those people crazy?
The extraordinary clothing store in Diagon Alley, the trendy Nellito clothing in the back alley of Notre Dame, and the old Ramland furs in Bavaria. Which store is not more convenient than this one? "

Horace could not understand this at all.

The man was not annoyed after hearing this, but continued with a smile: "You know quite a lot.

I see that you are also a decent person. Would you like to go and have a look at the 'Emperor's New Clothes'?
I just want to buy some clothes for you and your young master, so I asked Francisco to introduce you to the place - there is a discount. "

Horace doesn't really care whether the discount is favorable or not.

He was simply curious.

Why do those purebloods like this small shop in a remote area so much? And why is the Emperor’s New Clothes so bold?
"Okay, thank you." Horace simply thanked the coffee shop owner, waved slightly, and then led Bourne out of the shop.

"Is there something wrong with the owner of this store?" Bourne asked curiously.

They had just ordered two cups of tea, but none of them touched their lips. And although Horace didn't use his wand or anything just now, Bourne was keenly aware that his grandfather, the potion master, sprinkled a cloud of dust at the shop owner with a wave of his hand.

"I don't want to drink tea made for me by someone who is suspected of being under the Imperius Curse." Horace leaned down and explained the reason to Little Bourne in a low voice.

The reason why he said this was because the coffee shop owner changed his mood too quickly when he spoke.

It was as if someone had set "keywords" in his mind.

As long as the corresponding vocabulary is mentioned, the corresponding answer will be triggered immediately.

Under normal circumstances, when faced with doubts, people's first reaction is to refute rather than accept - not to mention, the boss immediately changes his words to seek his own interests.

If the coffee shop owner was really so scheming, how could he be in a coffee shop that didn't seem very profitable?

Even though Horace usually looks like a "good old guy" with a smile, he can become a world-recognized master of potions and a powerful wizard. How can he not be an extremely smart person?
"I originally wanted to take you around for a while. But the situation has changed. Let's go buy some potion materials and then get out of here as soon as possible."

The airships blocking traffic have been cleared away, and the commercial street has gradually regained its vitality.

Although there were not many customers shopping in the commercial street in the morning, many shops on the street started shouting hard.

The shouts in these three languages, English, Spanish, and Arabic, mixed together, making this slightly cold, mile-long commercial street much livelier.

Being led by Horace, Bourne could only follow with steps. Most of his thoughts were on "The Emperor's New Clothes".

How dare you call yourself the "Emperor"...

What a transgression!
While walking, Bourne suddenly heard some noise coming from the left side of the road.

There was a young witch who seemed to have just gotten water from the well and was about to go home. She stood there, holding a tin bucket filled with water in one hand. Two men wearing blue turbans came in front and behind the girl, trapping her in the middle of the road.

"Can you give me a few days' grace?"

The young girl lowered her head timidly, as if she didn't dare to look at the two men.

"Grace?" A buck-toothed blue turban joked: "No problem, as long as you, a dirty little mudblood, can afford the interest."

"Hehe, you know, nine out and thirteen back."

His companion also said jokingly.

"But...but, I paid off the last interest payment the day before yesterday, and I was just a little short of paying off the principal."

Seemingly frightened by the word "interest," the young girl bravely retorted.

Although she sounded really weak, this move still seemed to take away all her courage, and her already pale face looked even whiter.

The buck-toothed blue scarf made an angry expression: "There is still a little bit left. Doesn't that mean that the principal has not been repaid yet? Isn't this principal not the principal?

Are they not worthy of calculating interest? "

After saying that, he spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm as if he was not relieved, and spit it directly into the bucket carried by the young girl.

His companion couldn't stand it anymore. "Hey, what are you doing! This tin bucket will probably belong to us from now on. If you spit in it, who will use it in the future?"

"My fault." The buck-toothed man shrugged.

The two men responded to each other, and the young girl caught in the middle of the road had tears in her eyes.

"It's like this again. When others see it, they think we're bullying you." The buck-toothed man said angrily: "If you're to blame, it's your damn father. Who gave him dragon pox? Who told him to go to the emperor to borrow money? Cure?

He didn't say anything about his death, but he still left a bad debt, which made us brothers have to come to you every now and then to collect the debt, and the soles of our shoes were almost worn out! "

The young girl couldn't hold it any longer, tears finally flowed down, and her face became completely bloodless.

As if he felt that the heat was almost over, the buck-toothed man's accomplice winked at the buck-toothed man, and then he said in a less harsh tone:
"Forget it, if I'm kind-hearted, I can give you a few days' grace.

I will finally give you a clear path - now that you are the only one at home, how can you keep the 'Clivat Magic Pet Store' open?

You can't afford to just take care of the remaining animals in your store.

If I were you, I would sell everything in the store and the deeds to the property.

In this way, not only can you pay off the principal and interest, but you can also have a deposit that is enough for you to live until you reach adulthood and find a job. "

"But……"

Seeing that the young girl wanted to say something, the buck-toothed man scolded fiercely: "What a fart!
Repaying debts is justified.

You can either return the money to the emperor or use the store to pay off the debt. Let me tell you, the later you delay, the more interest you will pay. At that time, even if you sell the store, the money you get may not be enough to pay off the debt! "

His companion laughed "hehe" at this time. "I can't tell, I can't tell. If we wait another year or two, when Ms. Penello gets older, even if the store isn't enough to repay the debt, she herself will probably be valuable enough."

After listening to his companion's words, the buck-toothed man looked up and down at the young girl in front of him, with a lewd smile on his lips.

"Don't tell me, I didn't see it before. This little mudblood...even if he can't be the bride of His Majesty the Emperor...hehehe."

Emperor.

The emperor's bride.

Also TM, hey hey.

These keywords come together.

Originally, Bourne just couldn't stand it, so he wanted to use the chain sword to mediate the conflict. But at this moment, this loyal Astartes warrior suddenly had the idea of ​​​​killing these turtles with a cyclone torpedo.

However, someone moved faster than him.

Just when the two blue hoods were about to continue talking dirty words, a huge warthog with four sharp fangs and a thick mane suddenly appeared near the two people.

This is a Tebbo warthog patronus. The Tebbo warthog is a magical animal, a 4X level animal like the phoenix, and its habitat is in Congo and Zaire.

They have the ability to become invisible, which makes it difficult to avoid or catch, so their invisible collisions are very dangerous; their skin is highly prized by wizards and can be used to make excellent shields and shields. Protective clothing.

This sudden appearance of the patron saint of Tebo warthog is physical. Only a very skilled wizard can summon such a patron saint. Its abilities are exactly the same as those of Tebo warthog. The huge warthog, about two meters long, made the buck-toothed man ascend to the sky with just one invisible collision.

Moreover, because it is a patron saint, it can also fly in the air. The patron saint continued to charge at the buck-toothed man who was sent flying, and nailed the guy with its fangs to the sign of a shop on the street.

"Asshole, don't hurt Gergetus!" The buck-toothed man's companion couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this.

He pushed down the young girl who was blocking his way, took out his wand and cast several spells on the patron saint of Tebo warthog.

It's a pity that his spell level is only that much, and most of the spells he cast are just harmless curses.

Whether it is against the real Tebo Warthog or the Guardian God of Tebo Warthog, these spells cannot even break the defense.

And the only thing he did was to successfully attract the attention of the patron saint.

The Patron Saint of Tebo Warthog twisted his neck and threw aside the buck-toothed man who was clutching his stomach and crying out in pain. Then he turned around and ran towards the blue-turbaned wizard who dared to cast a spell on it.

"You bastard, keep hurting Gegetus! Why are you chasing me!" He yelled to embolden himself and scurried along the street.

After the exploding airship Lee, the sudden appearance of the Tebo warthog patron saint once again paralyzed the commercial street.

In the end, one of the blue scarves covered his leaking intestines (which was actually not a fatal injury to the wizard), and the other covered his bleeding buttocks, and fled towards their own property at the end of the street. .

"A bunch of lowlifes." Looking at the backs of the two guys, Horace cursed regardless of the image.

Bourne secretly gave Horace a thumbs up.

"Twenty points for Slytherin," he whispered, imitating the tone in which Horace said this before: "To summon a Patronus in the form of a magical animal so brilliantly, an average wizard would never be able to do it. To this point.”

Horace couldn't help laughing when he heard Bourne's small beep, and then gave his grandnephew a high-five.

After high-fiving, Bourne hurriedly ran to the young girl and picked up the completely empty tin bucket for her.

Horace, on the other hand, helped the girl who was pushed to the ground up and used the two spells of "quick healing" and "clean up" to help her heal her bruised arms and remove the mud stains on her body. Clean your clothes.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, we are good people." Horace said to the little girl: "Tell me everything about you. The director of the Ministry of Magic Office in British Gibraltar, Weasel, is my student. I asked him to I’ll solve the problem for you. If that doesn’t work, I can also write you a letter and consult some other professionals for their opinions.”

Horace was not exaggerating. Although he was good at protecting himself wisely and would never cause trouble if he could avoid it, what those two bastards said made his fists harden and he couldn't help but get involved in this matter.

He had no choice but to go back to his old job as a retired old man - to teach and educate people - to teach some people how dangerous society is and let them see how the "King of Connections" in the magic world handles problems.

Bourne looked at the girl with some curiosity, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to know this person. However, because she had deliberately made her face dirty before, Bourne did not recognize her for a moment.

"Senior Penello?" Bourne's eyes widened, and then he looked at Horace: "I remember that this young lady was the fifth-year prefect of Ravenclaw Academy last year, and she was also McGonagall. Teach the members of the Transfiguration Club, and we have classes together every Saturday.”

"What? Someone actually dares to bully a prefect of Hogwarts?" Upon hearing this, Horace had completely forgotten the word "protect yourself wisely".

　Penelope Crevat, Percy Weasley's first love and prefect of Ravenclaw, was a mixed-race.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)