Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 160 The unlucky guy who has suffered for generations

Because the hair of the Invisible Beast was used as filler in the ship's seams during manufacturing, the Hydra also has the ability to become invisible after the protective spell is activated.

Neither the blue hood nor the victim who was pushed off the cliff noticed the magic ship anchored on the back of the cliff.

After witnessing the murder and discovering that the murderer turned out to be a blue-turbaned employee of "The Emperor's New Clothes," Bourne instinctively realized there was something wrong.

Without enough time to notify Momo, Bourne jumped out of the cabin window.

He used the Disillusionment Charm to cover his body, took out the broomstick from the deformed lizard's wallet, and rushed towards the poor man who was being forced to free fall at an extremely fast speed.

"Arresto Momentum!" Bourne cast a spell on the man from a distance.

As a member of the Gryffindor team, he was very familiar with this spell, which was often used to catch players falling from their broomsticks.

And while grabbing the victim, who had his eyes closed and was about to faint from fright, Bourne also recognized the man's appearance.

"This is the owner of that coffee shop!"

After looking at the shackles on the man's feet and the injuries on his body, he immediately realized: "Those blue hoods are for torture and silencing."

You know, Horace had sent those letters just over an hour ago.

But now, there are blue turbans coming to clean up the businessmen who had contact with them before.

In other words, the mastermind behind the scenes who dared to claim the title of emperor at the "Pillars of Hercules" was probably not completely in vain.
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Zabini spread her legs and sat on the leather seat like a majestic sword. She crossed her hands on her strong chest, and her biceps almost burst the sleeves decorated with gorgeous silk.

At this moment, Director Weasel seemed to be looking at his collaborator for the first time, even though they had been working together for several years.

Old Zabini's complexion was a bit pale, but he had a rare complexion; his egg-yellow hair fell over his shoulders, and the side hairs on both sides were braided with gold wire, with sapphires tied at the ends, hanging down to his chin.

He is very strong, arrogant and arrogant, and behaves like a tom cat - he will always put the half-body corpse of an unknown creature in his mouth and put it on his owner's lap, and then he will have a smug expression on his face.

"There is nothing to be afraid of when we have differences, my friend. The key is how we resolve our differences next."

Although he was not willing to pay attention to him, Weasel still said sternly: "No matter how you say it, the Soul Imperius Curse is not advisable!
Merlin's beard!
That's the Unforgivable Curse!

If someone finds out, we'll all be sent to Azkaban! "

"Calm down," Old Zabini said calmly: "It was just an accident, and that accident no longer exists, and other accidents derived from it will no longer exist."

Withel suddenly became alert again, his back pressed against the back of the chair, ready to wave the wand in his hand.

"It seems you misjudged my intention again."

said the elder Zabini.

"I mean. I have established a very good working relationship with a powerful wizard who can remove annoying memories from a person's mind with just one spell.

With his help, both Dean Slughorn and the vendors at the Pillars of Heracles will forget all about our little offense.

good for everyone.

Nothing is more important to me than keeping the good business of 'The Emperor's New Clothes' going.

As for you, my friend, you can continue to live your good life and climb the Ministry of Magic ladder. "

If it's impossible to forget everything, then it's not impossible to just forget it all. Old Zabini added inwardly.

It's just that he didn't want to irritate Weasel by saying it.

"Can you guarantee..." Weasel hesitated.

Mr. Zabini nodded affirmatively.

"...Then, it's not a bad idea to do this. You can give it a try."

Weasel said: "I can take you to visit Dean Slughorn. His Hydra is parked in the dock of the Pillars of Hercules."
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As the Ministry of Magic official responsible for managing the Pillars of Hercules, apart from making money, Weasel's abilities in other aspects are actually lackluster.

After rounding, it is basically equal to nothing.

Therefore, he had no idea that the Hydra had sailed out of the dock and found a new anchorage.

The small dock was now occupied by a new boat, and its owner was not Horace but another wizard.

The wizard was very happy at this time.

"Sure enough, Mr. Zabini knows etiquette. With his coordination, the old and broken ship will be moved from this cramped pier to make room for my ship."

The wizard standing on the deck directed several boatmen, asking them to put their small yacht against the dock and then tie the cable.

This wizard has naturally curly hair, bluegrass-colored eyes, and is very handsome in appearance.

The sea breeze lifted his robes and blew his embroidered shirt outstretched.

There are some small traders gathered around this small port, and there are also some Muggle fishing boats around. The boats are coming and going, and the crowds are bustling.

Some people were loading and unloading catches back and forth on the shore, and donkey carts were dragging rattan baskets filled with sea fish through the narrow streets.

Merchants were bargaining, voices rising and falling.

But there are some wizards hidden here, too. They walk in the image of ordinary people and hide themselves with ordinary people's identities.

As an extremely prolific writer, Gilderoy Lockhart began to carefully observe everyone on the shore before he even got off the ship, hoping to accumulate material for his next best-selling book.

"..."My Observations at the Ends of the World" is a good name." He thought happily, "Maybe it will be another good work that can be on the bestseller list of the Daily Prophet."

He has full confidence in his writing skills. Although he is burdened by his reputation as a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Level 3, an honorary member of the Alliance Against Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, his family knows his own business, and Lockhart knows his greatest ability. Actually, it’s still writing.

Those stories that originally happened to other people and had enough selling points but lacked a suitable narrator can be transformed into an internationally renowned legend as long as they are polished by him.

The main purpose of his visit to the Pillars of Hercules this time was to conduct a book signing for his previous book titled "Holidays with the Dominatrix".

During this trip, he was not only invited by Mr. Zabini, the owner of the "Emperor's New Clothes" clothing store, but also received funding from the "Dominatrix Reform Committee."

(The Society for the Reformation of Hags is a group led by a witch named Honoria Natcombe and subsequently established. Its goal is to help and guide Hags to live in the magical world. Civilized life.)
Mr. Zabini is said to have done a lot of business in recent years, and wizards from many pure-blood families across Europe will shop at his store. Moreover, Mr. Zabini's wife also has a legendary reputation for beauty, and was even nominated for the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award like Lockhart.

"Meeting such a successful businessman will also be beneficial to my future development," Gilderoy Lockhart thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking about how to get closer to Zabini after meeting him, several men wearing blue turbans suddenly appeared on the shore.

He hurriedly ran to the dock where the boat was docked. He was so anxious that he even knocked over a Muggle roadside stall selling shawarma.

"The blue turban, well, this must be the person Mr. Zabini sent to greet me."

Lockhart immediately put on a business-specific smile, showing eight white teeth, and waved his arms at the blue turbans.

"Hi! Don't be too anxious, I'm right here, you are too polite..."

With that said, he also jumped from the deck of the boat onto the pontoon of the dock. But the moment he stood firm, the two leading and fastest sprinters with blue hoods had already arrived in front of him, showing their wands without hesitation in the eyes of the Muggles on the shore.

"Slugulus Eructo!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The two blue hoods shot two jinxes and curses respectively.

"Petrification of All" is a curse that can paralyze opponents. Inexperienced or young wizards often use it in duels, and it is not difficult to use.

But it is indeed a curse. In other words, this spell is not that easy to defend against.

Compared with ordinary curses and hexes, it is actually more difficult for wizards to overcome them through the magic power in their bodies. Once you are hit, other than using a counter-spell, you can only wait for the curse effect to dissipate on its own.

The "Slug Curse" is a curse.

After being hit by this spell, the target will burp and spit out large shiny slugs, and may also have side effects such as skin wax.

When the "Slug Curse" and "Petrification of Everything" are combined, a set of spell combinations with both "forbidden casting" and "whole body binding" effects are formed, which is also quite practical in actual combat.

Of course, this practicality is relative - to put it bluntly, this spell combination is actually a trick used by street wizards to "break up fights".

If the target of the attack was an Auror who was experienced in combat, the two blue hoods might have just recited the spell and the Auror would be able to recognize their tricks. Either dodge in time; or quickly use the "Armor Protection Spell" to resist the spell's attack.

However, Gilderoy Lockhart has no Auror abilities, he is just an excellent wizarding writer.

There was no doubt that the spells of the two blue hoods had all hit him.

Under the influence of "Everything Petrified", his face instantly turned livid, his legs involuntarily stuck together, and his arms were tightly bound to both sides of his torso.

Immediately afterwards, his throat bulged, and he opened his mouth as if regurgitating cud, and a slimy slug crawled out from the corner of his mouth.

Unable to move and with slugs crawling out of his throat, Mr. Lockhart suffered a terrible fate.

Before the blue turban running over could give him a "physical stun", the poor guy rolled his eyes and fainted.

The two blue hoods controlled the unconscious Lockhart, and the remaining people rushed onto the latter's small yacht, knocking out the boatmen one after another.

When they drove these people onto the pier, some tourists and vendors on the shore looked at them sideways, pointed and whispered.

"What are you looking at! Get out of here!"

The blue hooded men pushed those people away fiercely, threatened them verbally, and then pushed all the arrested people into a dilapidated second-hand van. As the car started, the group finally disappeared at the end of the street.

When Lockhart awoke, he found that the water had reached his upper lip. Even if he leaned his head hard against the stone wall behind him, he could only make his nostrils slightly above the water. Both of his arms were chained, even though the effects of "Petrification of All" and "Slug Curse" had been completely eliminated. After being released, he still couldn't shout for help or speak normally - in order to prevent the imprisoned people from casting spells to save themselves without a wand, the people who designed this water prison really put a lot of thought into it.

In this dark cell, in the stench and stuffy atmosphere, sweat flowed across his forehead and closed eyes, and he felt like he was half asleep.

But, like some invisible insect humming in the quiet room, there was something else lingering in his mind. Although it was not fatal at the moment, it was enough to annoy him.

"You...Gululu...can't...Gululu...do this to me!" Lockhart roared excitedly. "I am...Gululu...Merlin...Jazz...Gululu...I know your...boss!"

The dirty water filled his senses so vividly that if he opened his extremely weird eyes, the surface of the liquid would ripple upward and touch his nose. He felt the water clogging his nostrils, the stench making his stomach churn.

But he shook his head, and his skull leaned harder against the stone wall. Wait until the stinking mud subsides. He puffed hard and felt like he could breathe again.

After being imprisoned for an unknown amount of time, some changes finally occurred in this water prison.

With a "Kara" sound, the pipes on the roof began to splash, and garbage was poured into the hot and smelly liquid that almost filled the water cell.

The water spread over his face and then receded, leaving the tip of his nose free for a few seconds, giving him time to take in a full gulp of air. Then the liquid slowly rose again, touched his nose again, and stayed there.

He held his breath.

Some people lifted him from the water prison, and the pain was intense. His hands were tied tightly in leather ropes, raised above his head, and then handcuffed to the thick iron hoops on the top of the cell.

His feet were tied and stuffed into a thick iron pipe, swinging back and forth. The iron pipe was against the wall. This made it impossible for his knees and feet to bear weight, and his legs could not move forward or to the left or right more than 100 meters. A slap in the face.

The end of the iron pipe was just above his knees, and further up, he only had a thin and dirty piece of linen to slightly cover his sloppy and dirty body.

"Who is this?" A surprised voice appeared in Lockhart's ears. The familiar British accent made Lockhart involuntarily open his eyes.

(End of this chapter)