Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 170 The person who steps on the accelerator
For his own future, Weasel finally made a difficult decision.

First, he looked around to make sure there were no Muggles around him. Then he raised his wand and whispered a spell to the paper airplane in his hand: "Lacarnum Inflamari!"

Just like being ignited by a lighter, the special magic paper immediately burned, but it didn't burn very fast.

Weatherall released his fingers, and the magic paper airplane turned into a ball of floating flames.

Immediately afterwards, Weasel took out another snuff bottle from his pocket and knocked out some sparkling powder.

This is the floo powder he carries with him.

Because he is the only Ministry of Magic employee in Gibraltar, Weasel's authority actually covers a wider scope than his colleagues at headquarters.

For example, if a wizard wants to connect to the "floo network" in the UK, he must submit an application to the Floo Network Management Bureau under the Department of Magical Transportation, and will be subject to a series of strict supervision.

However, in the overseas enclave of Gibraltar, Wiesel has the authority to temporarily approve and manage this work on behalf of his colleagues in the Floo Network Administration.

Although he never approved the application after taking office (asking because he was afraid of trouble), it was really natural to temporarily open a "back door" for himself.

The key is that his behavior did comply with the Ministry of Magic's regulations, and no one else could criticize him. Although he cannot disapparate, because he has the authority to open the "floo network", it is actually very convenient for Weasel to go wherever he wants to go in Gibraltar.

"Taxi, passenger seat."

Weasel threw the floo powder into the flames. The color of the flames immediately changed to green, and then he stuck his finger into the flames.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was like a spinning top, and he was "swiftly" rotated and "sucked" into the dancing flame, leaving only some scraps of burned paper in place. A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the paper scraps were swept into the blue water, and disappeared after a while.

At the same time, Weasel appeared in the only taxi that picked up wizards in Gibraltar, sitting firmly on the passenger seat.

"Gift Crab——"

The taxi driver who had just started was startled and stepped on the brake. The second-hand Ford Anglia was parked on the road.

However, when he saw who it was, the driver quickly put on a flattering smile, as if the person who just scolded him was not him.

"Mr. Weasel, why are you here?" As he said this, he quickly put down the wine bottle he was holding.

Weasel frowned when he saw this guy drinking while driving, but he didn't delve into it.

"You just dragged an old wizard to the Pillars of Hercules. Do you remember what you said to him? Repeat it to me exactly."

The driver nodded repeatedly.

Although it was strange why Weasel would ask this - according to the rules, he had already reported the passenger's information on the magic paper airplane - but he still honestly believed everything Dumbledore said after seeing him, and once again Repeated it to Weasel.

After listening, Weasel nodded, and then asked: "Do you still have a blank magic parchment?"

"Yes, yes," the driver replied hurriedly, "I still have a few blank ones here that I haven't used yet."

As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of magic paper from the storage compartment beside the car door and carefully gave them to Weasel for inspection.

Weasel did not take the papers, but asked another question: "Where is your wand?"

"Here." The driver quickly picked up his wand.

Weatherall frowned again.

In his eyes, the wand was absolutely terrible - it certainly wasn't from Ollivanders, or even from any serious wand shop - and he figured it was probably... An ancestor of this driver's family made it himself.

This wand should be made of beech wood, with patches of black and gray on it, and stains and suspicious marks in many places.

The tip of the wand has been worn away, revealing the core inside. If he saw it correctly, Weasel speculated that the core should be the beard of the troll.

Although he was unwilling at all costs, but for his own plan, Weasel still picked up the wand with two fingers in disgust.

Then he suppressed his nausea and used it to cast a spell on the magic paper in the driver's hand. Lines of text quickly appeared on the magic paper, and then quickly folded themselves into paper airplanes, and then they all fled. It also seemed to fly out of the taxi's window.

As a Hogwarts graduate with a complete magical education, Weasel's spellcasting movements are very deft. The driver didn't have time to see clearly what was written on the magic paper, and they all turned into paper airplanes.

After doing this, Weasel breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not immediately throw the dirty wand back to the driver. Instead, he casually placed it on the console of the car.

"Are you a local from Gibraltar?"

The driver was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I was born here and grew up here. How should I put it, I have drilled through nine out of ten tunnels under this place."

Weatherall blinked, took out the snuff bottle containing Floo powder from his pocket, and asked casually: "Can you swim?"

The driver shook his head and answered honestly: "Let me tell you this, even though this place is surrounded by the sea on three sides, I am naturally afraid of the cold, so I have never been in the sea or learned to swim. Please give me Finding this job as a taxi driver has been a big help to me, otherwise I wouldn’t know what I could do..."

"Lacarnum Inflamari!"

After hearing the answer he hoped for, Weasel didn't waste any more words. He took out his wand and cast the fire-starting spell he had used not long ago on the driver.

Orange flames suddenly appeared on the driver's T-shirt, scaring the driver and waving his hands to put out the flames.

However, just as he was patting the flames, Weasel flicked his fingers and flicked the Floo powder in the snuff bottle into the flames.

"Gibraltar, off the coast."

The flames turned green, and with the unintentional touch while slapping, the driver was immediately sent away by the temporarily opened floo network.

Out of sight out of mind.

He immediately got into the driver's seat from the passenger seat, threw the half-drunk bottle of the original driver's wine bottle out of the car window, and then took the wand and chanted a spell on his clothes. Weatherall changed into the driver's outfit. However, he doesn't know the human body transformation technique yet, so he can't change his appearance or form.

"However, I should have deceived some people," he comforted himself. "Anyway, I didn't walk there by myself, but drove this car there. There aren't many people on the Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street. Sharp-eyed.”

After being prepared, Weasel put his hands on the steering wheel of the car and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The car turned into a tunnel entrance on the side of the road, and as it went downhill along the tunnel, Weasel sat in the driver's seat and kept pumping the accelerator.
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He was impatient.

"Merlin's beard!"

The little old man Horace apparated beside Kettleburn and Penello with a 'bang' sound, "Why haven't you caught up for so long?
This place is about to turn into a mess. Get out of here quickly.

Principal Dumbledore will be arriving soon, as will the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and the chaos here will soon be quelled. "

Seeing his reliable old colleague appear, Kettleburn was overjoyed and quickly agreed: "This couldn't be better."

"Be prepared, the elevator over there is already overcrowded. We have to take Miss Crevat to squeeze out of the crowd." Horace reminded.

The elevator he was talking about was a magic elevator in the small square of the Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street. People in the commercial street usually took this elevator to leave.

Kettleburn patted his chest and picked up the large leather suitcase with one hand. The professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class proved that he was strong enough with practical actions.

The three people followed the line of pedestrians and walked towards the evacuation point little by little. Every step they took, they had to be careful of wizards who were squeezed down, or some magical animals that jumped out of nowhere.

Although Kettleburn, like Hagrid, was accustomed to calling them "cuties", he had to admit that these "cuties" became a little dangerous at this time.

A Cornish elf so angry that he lost his wits and dared to try to claw out the wizard's eyeballs;
A half-sized dwarf pig monster that was supposed to use its cute and well-behaved appearance to trick people into drinking milk actually tried to bite the Achilles tendons of the escaping wizards with its teeth;
A group of Motla rats with anemone-like growths on their backs were always stepped on, so they created a large number of dizzy and unlucky ones with fire-breathing anus...

Therefore, Horace had to cast the Iron Armor Curse on all three of his party to deal with possible attacks at any time.

"Where did these magical animals come from? Why are they so angry?"

While Kettleburn continued to move forward while protecting Penello, he caught a Cornish elf that tried to attack them.

The professor checked it briefly and immediately saw a clue. "It turns out that these poor little guys have been cruelly abused. Not only do they have traces of torture spells on their bodies, they have also been burned with a hot iron."

The so-called "torture curse" is actually a branch of the transformation curse.

Although there are no clear legal provisions, there is a consensus (or universal moral outlook) in the magical community that this kind of curse must not be used on people.

In the past, some old-school magical animal trainers used torture spells to tame magical animals, but with the advancement of the times, this method has been gradually abandoned. (Similarly, the profession of "Tamer of Magical Creatures" has been slowly replaced by the more benign "Magizoologist".)
The captured Cornish elf looked like a large blue humanoid figure.

After being caught, it immediately showed a ferocious look on its face, its two big eyes widened, and it kept trying to bite Kettleburn's wrist with its two tiger teeth.

Unfortunately, Kettleburn's arm had been bitten by a more ferocious fire dragon a long time ago, and the prosthetic hand he now uses is an alchemy arm.

The little Cornish elf couldn't even bite the fire dragon skin covering the "Hand of Glory".

"Get out of here quickly and stop attacking others."

Kettleburn used a bird-like chirping 'Elf Common Tongue' to dissuade the elf.

Then he let go of his glorious hand.

Then, he stretched out a finger and pushed the butt of the Cornish elf floating in the air.

He pushed the elf three or four meters away, keeping a safe distance between them.

Not only that, while pushing, a finger on Professor Kettleburn's prosthetic limb also sprayed out a stream of white fresh essential oil, giving a simple treatment to the little guy's wound. The little guy's butt was not long ago covered by a small wound. The "Z" shaped scar left by the soldering iron quickly disappeared bit by bit.

The elf, who was still yelling angrily at Kettleburn, covered his buttocks with his hands and felt it, and the expression on his face became softer.

"Let's go. Let's go."

Kettleburn waved his hand.

The elf even imitated his gestures, and then flew away to an unknown place with a "whoosh".

However, not all wizards can be like this professor, who can easily avoid being attacked and calm the crazy magical animals at the same time. Most people can only play a zero-sum game: either they are attacked and injured, or they use their wands to injure or even kill those wildly rioting magical animals.

In just one or two hundred meters, Kettleburn witnessed no less than three or four tragedies.

The dwarf pig monster was directly killed by someone using the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse;
Swamp Dig who was controlled by a freezing spell and then trampled to death randomly;
The fire was extinguished with the water-like spring spell, and the life of the salamander was cruelly taken away...

Witnessing the death of these little cuties with his own eyes greatly touched the magical zoologist Kettleburn, and he even felt a little dazed for a moment.

In the end, it was Horace who reached back and gave his old colleague a hand, allowing him and Penello to avoid being separated by pedestrians and successfully reach the evacuation point of the elevator next to the Pillars of Hercules.

At this moment, a terrifying lion roar suddenly sounded.

The roar was so loud that it silenced even the noise of the crowds of pedestrians.

"Merlin's beard!"

Kettleburn shuddered involuntarily. He had heard similar roars before. At that time, he was still tracking the group of poachers who captured the horse-shaped water monster. He was separated from the roaring monster by a strong iron cage. But now, the voice seemed to be close to them...or rather, above their heads.

And when Horace heard this terrifying roar, he suddenly thought of this line of dialogue in "King Lear"...

“He comes and it’s like a disaster out of an old drama.”

(End of this chapter)