Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 158 Hydra
Often it is just trivial things that end up having consequences that are as serious as big things.

For example, send a report letter.

That letter was just one of seven sent simultaneously, but it was delivered by owl to an untrustworthy recipient.

It is precisely because of it that a certain thing happened, and then there were many twists and turns.

The development of things became Qian Xuesen's ballistic trajectory - although the starting point and end point were certain, the trajectory in the middle became confusing.

"I have already sent..." Horace counted on his fingers, "...seven letters in total."

After deciding to strike hard, Horace did not hesitate. He immediately took Bourne back to the Hydra.

Soon, Horace sent out the house elf Momo and the owl on the ship to deliver several letters at the same time.

Director Weasel of the Gibraltar Office of the Ministry of Magic, because of the close distance, gave it to a long-eared owl to deliver - only this letter was given to the owl, and the other letters were all given to Momo by Horace for her to use. Disapparate from a distance and deliver it personally to the recipient.

Because of the discovery of the Manticore, a 5X-level dangerous magical animal native to Africa, Horace contacted Master Babajide Abaginder, the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, and the world-famous Newt Scamander, an expert in the field of magical creatures.

And because the case involved the Imperius Curse, Horace also wrote a special letter to Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, pointing out in very sharp words: The Pillars of Heracles are also British territory and belong to us. The area under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic is not a lawless place.

In addition, Horace also sent a letter to Rufus Scrimgeour's boss, Amelia Bones, who had just been elected as the Director of Magical Law Enforcement not long ago. This witch was also Horace's. A member of Gwartz's "Slug Club".

In the letter, in addition to describing the circumstances surrounding the discovery of the horrific crime, Horace also expressed congratulations on the achievements of this former good student.

At the same time, he also enclosed an invitation to the upcoming "Slug Club Dinner" to be reconvened.

Not surprisingly, Horace also sent a letter to Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick, because he felt that he must inform these two old colleagues of what happened here.

First, this is an insurance policy.

First, Penelope Crevat, a young witch, is a student at Hogwarts and a prefect of Ravenclaw.

In addition to these letters from Horace, Bourne also sent two letters: one to Godery's Hollow and the other to Hogwarts.

The recipients of the two letters are also his "acquaintances": one is the Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley, and the other is Mr. Sherlock.

There is no need to explain the reason for sending a letter to Percy.

It was no secret in the small circle that the two prefects, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, had a crush on each other - due to circumstances, Bourne felt that he had to inform Percy - both brothers helped this That's all, you have to take care of the rest.

The reason why he wrote to Mr. Sherlock was that Bourne felt that since this matter had become a case, it was best to hire an experienced detective to sort out the clues inside.

As expected, Mr. Sherlock was really interested in this matter. When Momo came back, she brought the other party's reply——

"Dear classmate Bourne, I am very happy to receive your letter for consultation. It makes Watson and I feel a little bit looking forward to this boring weekend.

However, I may want to pour some cold water on you, because Mr. Slughorn, although very comprehensive, seems to have got one thing wrong.

You shouldn't have informed that Weasel.

Watson and I consulted a newspaper clipping book - thanks to the rich content of the sports and entertainment section of the Daily Prophet, we were able to provide strong support for our previous inferences.

In 1990 and 1991, Mr. Weatherall signed up for two consecutive annual broomstick competitions, and all rode customized broomsticks.

Swift Arrow, customized price: 4000 Galleons.

Thunderbolt III, customized price: 3080 Galleons.

At the same time, in last year's competition, Mr. Weasel got a personal interview with the Daily Prophet because he successfully entered the top ten. The magic photo (see enclosed newspaper clipping) also captured him driving at the time. private antique carriage.

As a ghost, Mr. Watson has extremely profound memories of his experiences after death.

The first time he saw this carriage, he remembered its origin - it belonged to the original 24th Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, Hector Foley, and was once auctioned in Diagon Alley. .

It is an alchemical work that has the effect of an enhanced Muggle expulsion spell, and it also has a certain historical value because it was once used to transport Grindelwald across countries who was arrested by the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

The last time the carriage appeared in public was at an auction held in 1988. The Ministry of Magic commissioned Gringotts to dispose of a batch of "historically significant but unfit for further use" office items.

Watson remembered that this lot was sold at a high price of 10999 galleons, so it caused some excitement.

At that time, Watson and I bet that this carriage would probably be parked on the lawn of Malfoy Manor and collect ashes. Unexpectedly, its real buyer turned out to be the unknown Mr. Weatherall.

Two broomsticks and a carriage. In four years, he spent nearly 20,000 gold galleons on these three items alone.

Referring to the Ministry of Magic staff salary standards, this is probably equivalent to this person's entire income in about twenty years!
Although I don't know if he is a descendant of a large pure-blood family, but even assuming that he has a large amount of wealth for him to squander, the speed of spending money is really too alarming.

This makes it difficult for me not to suspect that he has some shady and unethical source of income.

And given the intelligence provided by you and Mr. Slughorn, it is almost impossible to remove the suspicion that he is related to the criminal organization known as the Pillars of Hercules..."

Focusing on details, Mr. Sherlock once again gave Bourne a lesson in deduction in an extremely vivid way.

"Merlin's fat pants!"

When Horace saw this reply, his first reaction was to utter an exclamation of annoyance.

"Damn it! I also sent that guy a letter. He should have received it. Our plan has been exposed."

Despite his young age, Bourne is more resistant to pressure than his uncle.

Problems are not the most terrifying thing. What is scary is that you are afraid that you will not be able to face the problems positively after they occur. "We have to take action!" Looking at the annoyed old wizard, Byrne quickly reminded: "You have to go to Professor Kettleburn now and ask him to bring Miss Crevat here. Rather than clinging to the store in the Pillars of Hercules shopping street, it is undoubtedly safer to stay on the Hydra."

"That's right!" Horace was about to step out of the cabin excitedly, when he suddenly stopped and asked in confusion: "Aren't you coming with me?"

Bourne pointed to the deck beneath his feet and then to the pier pier on the shore.

"I have to drive the Hydra out of this dock and change her to a more secluded anchorage. Grandpa Horace, don't worry, the Hydra is a magic ship, and Momo is still on board to help me pilot it. You teach me I have memorized all those manipulation spells."

To be honest, although Horace doesn't think Bourne's guarantee is very reliable, he currently has no other better choice.

Moreover, as the little wizard said at this time, staying on the Hydra is actually safer than landing on land.

"Then be careful." Horace just said hastily, and then got off the boat and rushed to the Pillars of Hercules.

Without taking Bourne with him, he did have more, more convenient and more covert ways to get there.

Whether it's using Apparition, human body transformation or taking Polyjuice Potion, a powerful wizard like him actually has many choices, and the difficulty of sneaking has plummeted.

After Horace set off, Bourne immediately ordered the Hydra to untie the tether, raise the jib, tilt the keel, and back out of the port pier little by little, heading into deeper water.

He will sail around the Pillars of Hercules and anchor in a rocky area where only magic ships can sail.

"Leave the rudder fifteen degrees to the left to grab a little crosswind."

Standing at the top of the mast, Bourne held a brass telescope in his hand that had a similar function to a polarizer but had a completely different principle. While observing the distribution of reefs on the seabed, he directed Momo to turn the steering wheel.

If Horace was here, he would definitely not allow Bourne to do this. The little wizard climbed up the mast more than ten meters high...

Merlin's butter beard!
This is obviously risking your life!

Now, however, Horace is not here.

Therefore, the house elf Momo can only obey the instructions of this little ancestor. While steering, she must always be prepared to use the "deceleration and vibration reduction" spell to catch Bourne who may fall at any time.

However, Bourne actually stood very steadily, even though the simple observation deck at the top of the mast had no railings at all, and no safety equipment such as safety ropes.

This is not only because Bourne is not afraid of heights, but also because magic has been cast here.

Like some competition-ready version of a broomstick, the stubby bar at the top of the mast is protected by a special spell. Standing on it, Bourne felt like he was standing on a steel deck wearing magnetic boots, standing so evenly.

"Go forward another fifty yards and get ready to anchor," cried Burne Momo, who found a good anchorage.

With a "boom" sound, the anchor quickly sank to the bottom of the sea, and the forked anchor tip was dragged and inserted into the gravel on the bottom of the sea.

Clamping the mast with both hands and legs, Bourne spun and landed on the deck. He gave Momo a thumbs up: "Great job!"

Seeing that the little ancestor was safe and sound, the house elf took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his head, calmed down, and then continued: "Master Bourne, you can play on the deck by yourself first. I'll go and do it for you." You, the master, and the guests are preparing for today's dinner. If you have anything to do, you must call me first, and don't climb up the mast rashly again. Master Horace has never done such a dangerous thing before!"

"Definitely next time." Bourne smiled and humbly accepted Momo's opinion.

bang~
Momo disappeared in the blink of an eye. The ability of house elves to teleport instantly is not only more convenient than the apparation used by ordinary wizards, but the maximum distance of teleportation is generally longer.

"It's such a magical and convenient magic. It's a pity that wizards can't learn it." Bourne muttered softly.

Disapparation, Horace certainly wouldn't teach him now. Firstly, it is indeed easy to have accidents when learning this spell. Secondly, this spell requires special registration and learning at the Ministry of Magic. He asked Momo about the elf's apparation, but found that he really couldn't learn it.

"not necessarily--"

With nothing to do, Bourne was about to go back to the cabin to find some books to read, when a strange voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He did not look back immediately, but immediately rolled forward in a circle vigilantly, then ducked and squatted behind several wooden barrels filled with clean water.

Then, Bourne looked carefully at the empty deck from between the gaps in the barrels. He was ready to transform into an Astartes immediately.

"Clever little wizard." The voice sounded again, but Bourne still didn't see the person who made the voice. "No need to look for it, I'm right under you."

Under me?

Bourne looked at the deck below him.

The deck is very clean, and there is a faint smell of grass. In the morning, while Horace and he landed, Momo thoroughly washed the entire ship with wood cleaner.

Of course, this is not the point. Bourne is now more concerned about where this voice came from?
As far as he knew, there were only magic power engines and very small watertight compartments below the deck of the Hydra, and there were no mezzanines or secret rooms where people could hide.

And even if someone really invades, the Hydra has been enchanted with hundreds of spells, including about thirty detection spells, and it is impossible for anyone to break them all silently.

If the invaders were really that powerful, would they still need to use stealth?
Wouldn't it be over if he just used a powerful spell to blow up the ship?
"Stop looking, I am the Hydra, and the Hydra is me." Just when Bourne was puzzled, the voice announced his identity simply and neatly.

Because the sails were lowered, the cables are now basically tied to the mast. And as the voice announced its identity, one of the cables that had been tied up unexpectedly unknotted itself, and slowly stretched out toward Bourne like an octopus tentacle.

"I'm not familiar with you."

Bourne took out his wand and pointed it at the rope floating towards him.

"Vigilant little wizard." The voice was full of disdain, but it was more regretful that the prank could not succeed.

Knots were automatically tied at the end of the rope, and these knots formed a hand. It first opened its mouth to test its sensitivity, then quickly made an international friendly gesture to Bourne, and then touched the deck.

(End of this chapter)