Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 169 When things go downhill...

"stupefy!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Serpensortia!"

"..."

All kinds of offensive spells burst out from the mouths of the blue-turbaned wizards.

They chanted mantras loudly.

Although the pronunciation of their spells is more or less problematic, the number of people makes up for the lack of spells.

It's quite annoying.

Fortunately, the targets of their attack - the four little wizards who appeared in the garden behind the "Emperor's New Clothes" shop - were all Gryffindor students.

As we all know, among the four houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor has always been famous for its martial virtues.

You know, Gryffindor House, even the captain of the Quidditch team is named Wood...

Moreover, thanks to the frequent "friendly exchanges" between the houses with the little snakes, perhaps the level of spell casting is just that, but the little lions have indeed developed some pretty good skills in dodge.

The tables in the auditorium, the goal posts on the Quidditch pitch, the twisting corridors in the castle, the stairs that change every moment...

Let's put it this way, it's like the Furniture City to Jackie Chan - the more complex the terrain, the more Gryffindor's little lion can use his extraordinary dodge skills.

Faced with the magic spell flying towards them, George and Fred immediately obeyed the muscle reflexes developed through many battles. The two of them slid at the same time and hid behind the [Polonaise] car next to them, which was "sulking" on its own.

The magic spells shot by the blue turbans either flew over the roof of the car or hit the iron door - the output was as fierce as a tiger, and the score was zero or five.

"These people's spellcasting is completely inaccurate."

"Short and weak."

"Not even as good as Slytherin."

"They made the first move. Let's ask the super elder brother to see if we can also..."

Faced with the barrage of attacks, the twins even had time to chat. It is conceivable that the skills of these blue turbans are actually just that.

And when they turned to look at Percy, they found that their old man didn't dodge. Instead, he received several spells in a row, and used a "repelling spell" with his wand, flying away a thought. The giant viper was about to open its mouth and bite him.

"Alarte Ascendare!"

Percy quickly recited a spell, and the poisonous snake he flew away turned into a plume of smoke in the air with a pop.

As a prefect, he naturally had to show the "dignity" of a prefect, and Percy was unwilling to dodge like his two younger brothers.

He chose to be tough - I have to admit, this was very Gryffindor-y.

In this way, Percy inevitably attracted most of the attention of the blue hooded people, and they also realized that this young wizard was a ruthless character.

When a man with a blue turban with a curly mustache saw this, he immediately shouted to the others: "This guy is difficult to deal with, hurry up and charge at him."

What he said [rush] was to rush over.

Wizards, rounded up, equal "Master", and it is basically common sense that mages are not good at melee combat.

After being reminded, the eyes of the group of blue turbans suddenly lit up: We are not as good as you in playing magic spells, are we not as good as you in shaking our fists and making knife gestures?

joke!

Someone among them immediately found a flying carpet, several people jumped on it, and then immediately flew towards Percy.

However, after the flying carpet carrying several blue turbans flew seven or eight meters, something suddenly malfunctioned in the air. Like a car that's out of gear, it surges forward and suddenly stops.

Then, as if he had drunk fake wine, the blue turban driving the magic flying carpet actually controlled the flying carpet to perform a "Lonsky Feint" that only appears in Quidditch matches. However, this technique and tactic is generally only used by seekers playing in the Quidditch Professional League, and the magic flying carpet is not suitable for such flying maneuvers, so his Wronsky fake move was only half displayed. .

The flying carpet suddenly rushed up to the dome two or three stories high, and then crashed into the ground like a green onion. None of the blue-turbaned people on the flying carpet were spared, and they were all ejected by the safety magic attached to the magic carpet.

As luck would have it, there is a flowerbed with poisonous tentacles growing next to it.

Ah, ah, ah...

Those blue hoods were so painful that they almost screamed out their throats, but no one paid any attention to them at this time, because their companions were facing a more terrifying reality: there was a little kid holding a "big gun" Watching them.

This gun is the Kiranduni air rifle on the Hydra, and according to the magic ship itself, this gun was collected and modified by Horace's grandfather, Grandpa Bourne's grandfather. A secret weapon.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is just a little wizard. Even if he has a gun in his hand, will he use it?"

These blue turbans are not typical wizards, because they all had the experience of making a living in the Muggle society before becoming Zabini's subordinates, so they all know Muggle gadgets like [firearms].

Naturally, they all know the power of firearms.

Although he said not to be afraid, as a half-hearted wizard who couldn't even use "armor protection", his constantly twitching calves exposed the guilty conscience of the man who just shouted to cheer up the big guy.

"Snapped--!"

Bourne raised his hand and fired a lead bullet from Kiranduni's air rifle, which directly penetrated the blue turban on the man's head, and the flying lead cut open the man's scalp. Blood flowed down the man's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! The thing this kid is holding looks like an old antique like a muzzleloader. There should be only one bullet in it..."

Another great cleverness.

However, although this person saw that the Kiranduni air rifle was an antique, he did not know that it could actually shoot nearly 20 rounds of lead bullets at a time.

I still suffer the disadvantage of being uneducated...

“Pah, pah, pah, pah—!”

Bourne did not hesitate and continuously pulled the trigger, correcting the man's misconception with practical actions.

Driven by the compressed air in the cylinder, the lead bullets were fired one after another, and each one accurately hit the blue turbans wrapped on the heads of these people.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This little wizard is alone. Let's cast the disarming spell together and disarm his weapons now."

"Weapons to destroy you!"×3
Three spells like red lightning came out in response. However, it was not the blue turbans present who cast the spell. While Bourne attracted the attention of these guys, the three Weasley brothers took the lead and chanted the disarming spell at them.

With a flash of red light, the wands in their hands seemed to have suddenly turned into hot potatoes, and they were all "thrown" out by just one finger.

Seven or eight wands, all fell into the hands of three Weasleys in the blink of an eye.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Hurry up and raise your hands above your head. Regardless of wizards or Muggles, 'preferential treatment of prisoners' is written into the law..."
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“It’s about using a negative as a positive.”

Weasel raised his hand to look at his watch, knocked it hard, then smashed his mouth and commented.

That guy Zabini had promised before that the group of Berber hired wizards were top-notch "good guys", and each of them even had a glorious resume of taming 4X-level dangerous magical animals.

Now, 2 hours have passed since we went into the water to search for the magic boat, but these people haven't come back yet? !

Can you do it?

Can you look like you're doing something?
A total of seven Berber hired wizards came together to deal with an old man who was about to die and a child who had just started school. It actually took so long...

This made Wiesel wonder if those people had anything to do with France. Not to mention, it is really possible. The French influence in Africa is no joke, and French is indeed one of the lingua franca of the Berbers.

"Is it still possible?"

Weatherall took a deep breath, trying to calm down. And at this moment, a paper airplane that looked like a child folded it out to play with when he was bored suddenly flew in front of him from the side.

"Someone is here again——"

The director of the office directly under the British Ministry of Magic and stationed in Gibraltar muttered softly, looked around and saw that no Muggles were paying attention to him around the pier, so he reached out and grabbed the paper airplane.

The use of paper airplanes to convey information has actually only become popular in recent years. Wiesel believes that this move can even be regarded as the only correct decision made by London's antiquated bureaucracy in recent decades.

In the past, owls were also used to deliver messages between various departments of the Ministry of Magic.

And as a result, the owl was running around in that underground building, and it would inevitably drop some feathers and dirty excrement.

It's neither civilized nor hygienic.

It wasn't until employees from various departments of the Ministry of Magic began to use magic paper airplanes to convey messages that the situation was improved, and the health situation in the Ministry became much better.

The only drawback of fully switching to magic paper airplanes is that it will increase the administrative expenses of the Ministry of Magic.

In the past, when owls were used, the Ministry of Magic only had to pay a maximum of a dozen Galleons per month for food to satisfy the appetites of the owl postmen.

After using the magic paper airplane, because the parchment used to make the magic paper airplane must be specially made (after all, not all wizards are proficient in transfiguration), they can be regarded as a rudimentary alchemical product, so the Ministry of Magic must not Don't spend 200 galleons on these "office papers".

And this is to say that in the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic - which is actually an underground building - the flying distance of the magic paper plane is limited after all, and there is always an upper limit on the consumption of "office paper".

But if someone like Wiesel used magic paper airplanes to convey messages in an open outdoor environment, the cost would be much higher.

But Wiesel didn't care.

First, he felt that he was also an official of the Ministry of Magic. Since those at the headquarters could enjoy this new way of working, why couldn't he?
Secondly, without the expenditure to purchase this kind of "office paper", where would he find the money to maintain his collection of broomsticks every year?

Therefore, he not only used it himself, but also asked some relatives and friends to "help" him use the "office paper" used to make magic paper airplanes.

For example, the paper airplane Weasel is holding in his hand was actually sent by his girlfriend’s cousin’s cousin’s uncle.

And thanks to this relationship, his relative, who was little better than a squib and even attended a magic school for a day, was able to earn two wages!
He can collect fares for transporting wizards from the Ministry of Magic of various countries to the Pillars of Hercules through formal channels (official "portkeys").

The other part was the publicity fee given to him by Mr. Zabini from the Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street. Of course, this was also for the sake of Director Weasel.

As for the driver, because he had to report on picking up wizards, he had to go to Weasel every month to get a few pieces of "office paper."

Then, Wiesel will change the quantifier of those papers from "sheets" to "stacks"...

It can only be said that the public knows nothing about how to squander public money, and they, the Ministry of Magic staff, are the experts.

"——What's the big deal with him?"

Weasel thought as he took apart the magic paper airplane.

Because it has been reused several times this month, the paper, which is made with the addition of Riem ox hair, has become wrinkled.

Weasel thought that he could have a good talk with Mr. Taxi Driver (he didn't know how to call the relative at the moment, and couldn't remember his name). If the "office paper" was not enough, he would need it. Come to him to collect it promptly and don’t reuse it just to save trouble.

If people at the London headquarters knew about this, they might think that he, the head of the Gibraltar office, couldn't afford the magic paper airplane.

However, when Weasel read the words written on the paper airplane, especially the portrait drawn with the sketching spell.

His face suddenly turned pale.

"How could this be?"

Weasel muttered.

"Why is Principal Dumbledore here? He probably knows about the 'Emperor's New Clothes'. This is probably a tip from Professor Slughorn."

Not to mention being a graduate of Ravenclaw, Weasel's mind was indeed very bright. He could guess the cause and effect of the whole matter in no time.

But the more he thought about the cause and effect, the more Weasel felt that something really bad was going to happen this time.

He might have doubts about the ability of Professor Slughorn - the old professor was already old, and a bunch of Berber hired wizards could probably take him down with a sneak attack, either with their calculations or not.

To put it bluntly, Horace is just a "potion master" after all.

In the opinion of Wiesel, who did not fully understand the true meaning of this traditional title, the old professor was definitely not as good as the group of hired wizards who made a living from dangerous criminal activities all year round in terms of actual combat ability.

However, no matter how optimistic Weasel was, he would not equate Dumbledore with Slughorn.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

When they were in school at Hogwarts, every little wizard was familiar with the legendary experience of this legendary headmaster——

Before he was a teenager, he attracted a fire phoenix to pledge his allegiance to him and become his willing partner;
In his twenties, Dumbledore had already become a famous scholar, with profound knowledge in the fields of magic, transfiguration, and alchemy;

In his early thirties, he was hired to teach at Hogwarts and became the youngest professor at the time (this record was later broken by Snape);
Around the age of forty, Dumbledore stopped Grindelwald's plan to burn Paris to the ground by his witch-hunters, and then single-handedly launched a magical duel with Grindelwald and won;
In his eighties, when many people thought Dumbledore was already an old man, Dumbledore was still able to frighten the then-powerful Voldemort and his men all by himself. None of those dangerous criminals who committed murder and arson, and even dared to pair up with the Ministry of Magic Aurors to use curses on him, none of them dared to stab the old wizard in front of him. They all feared the terrifying magical power of Headmaster Dumbledore.

As a public employee of the Ministry of Magic, especially the Director of the Foreign Affairs Office who has some relationship with the diplomatic department, in addition to the news that is widely circulated outside, Weasel even knows some news that is only circulated in a small area.

For example, at the end of last year, due to the sudden disintegration of a large country, and the dissolution of its Muggle government, the scope of the country's Ministry of Magic was also severely affected, so Dumbledore had to go there at that time. With his own strength, he shocked some ambitious magicians in that place.

For another example, the Daily Prophet reported that the current Minister Fudge made a mistake last year: when he went to Hogwarts for an inspection, several vampires were mixed among his entourage, and the latter were stubborn. There was some commotion at Hogwarts Castle.

Later, it was said that the troublesome vampires did not even have the chance to go to Azkaban, and were directly handed over to the "Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures" of the Ministry of Magic. Now, the grass on those guys' graves is probably growing.

Weasel also heard that Dumbledore stopped by Albania when he went to that big eastern country last Christmas.

By the time Christmas was over and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, the place had become a restricted area for vampires.

No one knows what Dumbledore did, but everyone knows that the greatest white wizard of our time probably just sneaked there during his busy schedule, and at that time he only had time to spare a few spells.

And those vampire clans that had been entrenched in that place for hundreds of years, one by one, were so frightened that they moved and ran out of their nests overnight.

Therefore, Weasel knew very well that it was absolutely unwise to use force against Dumbledore like he did against Horace.

"We have to find a way to fool the old principal," Weasel kept thinking about a way in his mind, trying to get himself out of the current mess.

"First of all, we have to find a way to distance ourselves from that group of Berbers - they have now gone to attack Dean Slughorn. Although I don't know if they succeeded, but most of these people can no longer be contacted. At least I can't meet them again.

Then, you have to talk to Mr. Zabini and let him take full responsibility.

After all, the 'Emperor's New Clothes' is actually his business, Zabini's, and all the chaos here is also his idea.

Finally, the guy has to shut up. "

After thinking about it, even in Weasel's heart, the title of Zabini went downhill——

First it was [Mr. Zabini], then it was [Zabini], and finally it became [that guy]...

If Weasel thought about it further, a title such as "Three Lotus Floating Blue Pond" would probably not be far away from being dubbed Zabini's head.

(End of this chapter)