Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 161 Zabini’s Secret
Kettleburn had just woken up Penelope from her sleep, and then the doorbell of Crevat Pet Store rang.

The old professor carefully opened a crack in the door and saw his old colleague Horace standing at the door and looking around. He had just released the magic spell he had cast on himself.

"Dean Slughorn, why are you back so soon?"

He originally thought that after the old wizard went to send letters, he would have to wait at least until the evening and receive some replies before he could come back.

"To make a long story short..."

Horace interrupted Kettleburn.

“…Silva, you can no longer stay here and wait for delayed justice.

Help Miss Crevat pack her things as soon as possible, pack everything in the store that needs to be taken away, and then you will transfer to the Hydra with me.

There are enough cabins on the magic ship that it would be safer to live there than here. "

"What happened, Dean Slughorn?"

Seeing Horace walking into the store, the smart Penello, although his mind was a little confused because he had just woken up, was still keenly aware that something was wrong.

But at this moment, a glass top that was used as a cat-teasing tool and hung on the wall by the original shop owner, Old Icario, suddenly shone with light. It also kept spinning around the rope while making a slight whistling sound.

Horace: "The looking glass is a warning."

The Looking Glass is an interesting alchemical item.

It glows, spins, and whistles when someone with evil intentions appears around it.

Therefore, in the years when Voldemort rose, many looking glasses were made by alchemists and sold to wizards around the world to be wary of bad guys who might be lurking around them.

Kettleburn also said hurriedly: "Penello, we are leaving immediately. There is no need to pack the luggage and other things. I still have some savings in Gringotts. I will compensate you for the damage to the store later."

He wasn't talking big.

Not to mention the salary of a professor at Hogwarts Castle for decades, no expert in the field of magical beasts is short of money - or, more accurately, the magical beast experts guarding the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts It’s impossible to really be short of money.

Just like Hagrid, as the warden of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, even the mops he uses at home are made of unicorn tail hairs!

However, Penello was obviously frightened by the actions of the two little old men, and seemed a little confused.

"Okay, I, we..."

She only said half of what she said when the sound of chanting a curse came from outside the back door of Crevat Pet Store.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Seeing this, Horace quickly took out his cedar wand and pointed at the back door of the store.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "bang" and a person's suppressed cry of pain.

Horace used a silent spellcasting technique to cast a "Transformation Slate Spell". Although the back door of the pet store looked unchanged, the material was as hard as a slate.

The person who had just cast the "Unlocking Spell" did not notice for a moment and thought that the back door of the store had been opened. As a result, he came up and kicked the stone slab.

"The suitcase is flying!"

"Pack up quickly!"

Horace once again showed his superb spellcasting skills and used two magic spells in succession.

The first was the flying spell, which he used to summon a leather suitcase. Old Icario had always used it as a nest for feathers, but now it was empty.

The second is the packing spell. As a person who pursues quality of life, Horace is no stranger to household magic.

This combination of spells, suitable for instant travel, had been used by Horace quite adeptly in his youth.

Immediately afterwards, some of Old Icario's collection of books were mobilized by the packing spell, and were piled at the bottom of the suitcase like floor tiles; several gilded birdcages that seemed to be of some value untied the cage railings on their own, like spaghetti. They were all tied up in bunches and laid flat on the "tiles" on the bottom floor; there were some clothes belonging to Penello in the store, and they all flew into the suitcase on their own, folded themselves, and then lay down obediently.

Finally, Horace waved his wand, the leather box closed the lid with a snap, and the belt buckle went through his mouth and locked itself.

"It's done!"

Kettleburn sincerely praised: "As expected of the old dean of Slytherin, his level of magic is truly amazing. I am far inferior to him."

Horace laughed rather proudly, Kettleburn's words scratching his itch.

"It's just a matter of specialization. When it comes to the knowledge of magical animals, Silva, don't you think I'm a bit different from Charing Cross Road?"

Although Horace enjoyed the business exchanges, he couldn't stand the emergency situation at this time. The few people who had just been defeated at the back door seemed to be using some powerful spells to violently break the door.

He greeted Kettleburn and quickly picked up the suitcase. This thing was very heavy, and Penello estimated that one person would not be able to lift it. Then, he cast the Disillusionment Curse on each of the three people on his side.

"Don't panic. We'll leave through the front door in a moment. Miss Penello, grab your suitcase and Professor Kettleburn will carry it.

In this way, the two of you will not be separated because you are invisible to each other due to the Disillusionment Curse.

As for me, I will clear the way for you in front and push away the pedestrians who block the way. We will gather at the entrance to the ruins of the Pillars of Hercules in a while, and then go to the anchorage of the Hydra to board the ship. "

On the way to pick him up, the old wizard thought clearly about what he had to do next and arranged it in an orderly manner.

This is the professional habit of a Potions Master.
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No. 17, Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street.

In the backyard of "The Emperor's New Clothes", there is a large cave garden covering an area of ​​one acre. The magic lamp hanging on the top of the cave provides light all year round, and also regulates the temperature and removes moisture.

If you travel from here to the surface, you can just see the horse slaughterhouse run by the "Emperor's New Clothes" clothing store.

It is located not far from the Muggle living area, and few wizards go there. Therefore, under the protection of the "Muggle Expelling Curse", it can be used to deal with some "items" that are inconvenient to handle in front of wizards. Of course, strictly speaking, handling those "items" in Muggle areas is actually an extremely serious violation of magical laws.

Slaughtering those magical animals in this wizarding commercial street may just violate the "Smuggling Regulations" and the "Magical Creatures Protection Act" specified by the Ministry of Magic.

However, if you do these things in a Muggle neighborhood and accidentally make noise and attract the attention of Muggles, you will be violating the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy.

But for the sake of huge profits, Mr. Zabini, who calls himself the "Emperor", still chooses to break the law.

The Ministry of Magic official stationed here, Director Wiesel, also turned a blind eye to this, completely forgetting the fundamental reason why the Ministry of Magic was established and continues to this day.

There were many beautiful flowers planted in the garden, but in the center, a circle of poisonous tentacles was planted.

This is a prickly green plant.

Its vines are mobile and will attempt to grab nearby living prey. The twigs of the poisonous tentacles secrete venom, and its spikes are also highly poisonous. A bite from the venomous tentacles is fatal.

If any careless person walks too close to them, this magical plant will suddenly burst out and wrap its thorny vines around the person's neck.

Although poisonous tentacles can be tamed with some spells (this knowledge is taught in the sixth-year Herbology class at Hogwarts), there was once a wizard named Derwent Simplin who ate an entire poisonous tentacle and did not die. fell off (only his skin turned purple and he ended up on the chocolate frog scene because of it).

However, poisonous tentacles are still quite dangerous to ordinary wizards. They are Class C prohibited trade items by the Ministry of Magic.

Naturally, if you plant poisonous tentacles in the garden, you cannot let them grow. The person responsible for guarding them is a "camel".

Or to be more precise, the person responsible for guarding these poisonous tentacles is a golem that looks very much like a camel.

Its nostrils were wide open, it walked smoothly, and its plump lips kept moving, making it look like a living camel.

Moreover, if you walk to the side of it, you will find that the camel's abdomen is equipped with two pieces of frosted glass, through which all the organs inside can be seen.

Each organ is made of crystals of different colors. For example, the lungs are purple, the heart is red, the liver is brown, and the intestines are ivory...

Not only that, its limbs and torso are made of brass, and the soles of its feet are also covered with a layer of iron.

This alchemical camel has been circling around the poisonous tentacles. From time to time, it will lower its head and pick up some poisonous tentacle vines that have grown out of bounds, eat them wholeheartedly, or raise its brass feet to kick them back to where they belong. place.

The alchemy camel and the poisonous tentacles together formed a line of defense to protect a tent located in the center of the garden.

This tent is Zabini's "palace". It is a high-end product produced by the "Horror Tour" wizard hotel at No. 59 Diagon Alley. Although it looks similar to a simple Muggle camping tent, it has a unique cave inside.

The tent was cast with a traceless expansion spell, and the space inside was opened up into a three-bedroom and one-living structure.

Zabini usually lives here instead of in the "Emperor's New Clothes" store, and the poisonous tentacles in the garden are his most loyal guards.

Zabini, who had just finished his meeting with Weasel at the Horse Slaughterhouse, took a shower when he came back, and then had the "guests" they "invited" from the harbor be brought over from the water prison.

"Who is this?"

Looking at the wizard in front of him, even though his face was dirty and his luxurious clothes were stained with sewage, it was hard for Zabini not to notice the sparkling "buling buling" hair.

"Boss, this is the wizard we kidnapped from the dock." replied a blue hooded man who brought Lockhart into the tent.

"There is only a magic boat at that pier, and the boatmen working on the boat also admitted that this person is their employer..."

Before the blue hooded man could finish speaking, Zabini took out his wand and cast a spell on him. The blue turban was struck by the spell and flew out of the tent, falling into the thicket of poisonous tentacles surrounding the tent, and soon became silent.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Zabini was so angry that his face turned green.

The rough guys under him don't read books or newspapers, are not very sensitive to information from the outside world, and don't have much knowledge.

But Mr. Zabini was different from them.

Even though the miserable image of the man in front of him was difficult to recognize for a while, after taking a closer look, Zabini recognized that this man was his invited guest.

Literally come.

So, he quickly cast a "Clean Up" on Lockhart, and then freed him from the restraints and placed him on the carpet.

"Mr. Lockhart, Mr. Lockhart..."

He squatted on the ground, rubbing Lockhart's head anxiously, hoping to wake him up. At the same time, this profit-seeking businessman was also murmuring in his heart about how to end things soon.

Gilderoy Lockhart is important.

Not only because Zabini knew that this famous wizard writer was particularly good at "forgetting spells", which could help him solve memory problems in some people's minds and make those people forget something, but also because Gilderoy Lockhart actually He is a person that his wife and investor, the famously beautiful Mrs. Zabini, particularly cares about and values.

This has nothing to do with tauren or anything. The key is that Gilderoy Lockhart's latest book "Holiday with the Dominatrix" has become a hot bestseller in the entire European wizarding community in the past period of time.

And Zabini's wife has another secret identity: she is actually a permanent member of the "Dominatrix Reform Association".

Mrs. Zabini's maiden name was Natcombe, and her ancestor was the witch named Honoria Natcombe, the founder of the Dominatrix Reform Society. And in this capacity, he appeared in the Chocolate Frog cartoon.

Some people in the magical world have rumored that the reason why Honoria Natcombe founded such an association to help and guide the dominatrix family to live a more civilized life in the magical world is actually because she herself is a dominatrix. of.

Dominatrixes are very vicious and cruel magical creatures, but because they look quite humanoid, the Ministry of Magic classifies them as "human beings". However, there are also some rumors that two intelligent races such as centaurs and mermaids strongly requested the Ministry of Magic to classify them into the category of "beasts" because they were unwilling to share the identity of "human" with them.

Most wizards have only heard of these irrelevant rumors, and few are interested in verifying or studying them.

However, her family knew about her own affairs, and Zabini, who married a descendant of the Natcombe family, knew very clearly——

These rumors are actually true!

(End of this chapter)