Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 186 The Whirlpool of Privet Drive
Dursley is the director of a company called Groening, and his main job is to sell drilling rigs.

For commodities like drilling rigs, if you think about it, you will know that the people who need them usually have an important attribute.

That is: there is a mine at home.

As for the Mason couple, the Jaguar luxury sedan they drove with a V12 engine, luxurious leather seats, and chrome-plated wheels and tires was the best proof that "the family has a mine."

Seeing his distinguished guest, Vernon Dursley smiled like a sunny and cheerful boy, and he kept encouraging himself in his heart.

"There will be bread, there will be milk, and there will be some holiday villas by the sea."

Of course, the premise that these beautiful visions can be realized is that Dursley can finalize an agreement with Mr. Mason before the evening TV news program starts.

The family has made a lot of preparations for this:
Petunia had been busy early in the morning, preparing a pile of delicious desserts and a sumptuous meal - French cuisine that was definitely to the British taste;
His son, adorable little Dudley, was dressed in his new dress today, ready to show his guests the good manners he learned at Smelting School;
As for himself, he will never be like other British people who only talk about dull topics about the weather. In recent days, he has learned by heart a few jokes about Japanese golfers and American plumbers.

The only variable in the family is the nephew who doesn't let him worry, but he has locked him in the attic and given him a stern warning.

There should be no problem.

Everything is ready, only missing——

While Dursley was continuing to build himself mentally, an unexpected accident suddenly happened in front of him.

No. 7 Privet Drive, a neighbor near his house, suddenly heard a violent explosion in his house.

The chimney mouth on the roof of the family's house flashed a green light, and then large plumes of thick smoke began to emit.

At first, the smoke was still the color of normal smoke, but within a few seconds, all the smoke turned into a weird pink.

The pink smoke continues to spread, spreading wider and wider, and will soon even cover a street.

The Masons, who had just gotten off the bus, immediately turned around and got on the bus. These capitalists in the mining business were more sensitive to industrial accidents than ordinary people.

However, Mr. Mason, who got into the driver's seat, found that no matter how hard he pressed the clutch and twisted the key, the car's engine never moved at all.

Could it be that the battery is broken?
"Bang bang——!"

Vernon Dursley covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and knocked on the Jaguar's window while shouting to the guests sitting inside.

"Don't stay in the car. Go to my house quickly. I'll seal the doors and windows and call for help."

Not knowing what the smoke was, the Masons did not dare to abandon their car and escape on their legs, because that would increase their exposure to the pink smoke.

"Okay, that's a good idea."

Mr. Mason responded while carrying his wife and Dursley into the courtyard of No. 3 Privet Drive.

"Penny, close the doors and windows quickly."

"Dudley, go find the Scotch tape!"

"Also, Petunia, call your nephew down. Don't let him stay alone in the attic. Let him stay in the hall."

At this moment, Mr. Dursley gave orders to everyone in the family just as he often did in the office.

After saying this, he immediately dragged his huge figure towards the phone in the living room, wanting to dial "999" for help.

However, when he put the phone to his ear, he found that there was no sound at all in the receiver. Only then did Dursley notice that his TV, lights, and even the refrigerator had stopped working due to the power outage.

He cursed under his breath: "Damn it!"

But just when he was considering whether to shout for help from his neighbors, he saw this scene from the living room window: two neighbors ran out of a house across the street, and they were still shouting something. .

Dursley squinted his small eyes - but his eyesight was actually quite good - so he lip-synced the words of the two people.

"There's a power outage, all the electronic products at home can't be used, and our car can't start..."

Dursley originally wanted to say hello to his neighbor, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the two of them fell to the ground while running.

"Dad, you want the tape!"

Dudley stepped on the stairs and walked downstairs with a bang, and Mr. Dursley came back to his senses.

Together with Mr. Mason, who was also in shock, he hurriedly sealed the gaps in the doors and windows with tape, and it took several layers of tape to feel relieved.

Fortunately, he had an owl at home last summer, so he sealed the flue of his fireplace with bricks. Otherwise, tape alone wouldn't be able to seal such a large fireplace.

"It's a loss..."

Dursley was thankful for a second, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

"Pink smoke, household appliances cannot be used, cars cannot start normally..."

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Harry Potter, who had just come downstairs, and met his clear eyes with a hint of stupidity through the thick lenses.

"...Could it be this kid's trick again?"
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"how come?"

"This is impossible!"

"This makes absolutely no sense!"

Just when Bourne was patiently checking to see which of the indulgent people were left, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure with a sinister look on his face.

Mundungus Fletcher.

As for "familiar", it's because he has indeed come into contact with this person, but this person has never met him.

He'd had physical contact with this guy in Hogsmeade last year, and Mundungus had passed out.

He was acting together with the Weasley twins, and his behavior was inevitably tainted with some Gemini style.

They replaced what Mundungus was selling with a swelling potion, which later caused Professor Quirrell to die on the spot on the Quidditch pitch.

After that, Bourne never saw Mundungus again, and he had little interaction with the most dishonorable member of the Order of the Phoenix.

But Bourne didn't expect that he would actually see Mundungus in a secret meeting place of the Dominatrix Reform Committee.

"He appeared here because Dumbledore also noticed something was wrong with the Dominatrix Reform Committee, so he sent a spy like him?"

Bourne walked up to this guy and wanted to ask directly.

However, even when Bourne stood in front of him, the Mundungus seemed not to realize that anyone was approaching.

This guy's face showed a pure expression of an idiot; his eyes were full of confusion, as if he had drunk too much, but there was no smell of alcohol on his body.

"Did you drink a love potion?"

Bourne recognized Mundungus' symptoms. He smelled a faint smell of vixen feces, which seemed to be an ingredient used in a modified love potion.

Since there was no antidote to the intoxicant at hand, he could only use some simple physical methods to try to wake up Mundungus who was in a state of intoxication.

"Hello, Mr. Fletcher."

Snapped--

"Wake up!"

Snapped--

"Did Dumbledore send you?"

Snapped--

"Answer me or move on."

Bang - After a dozen slaps in a row, Mundungus' head unsurprisingly swelled into a pig's head.

"Ang? Oh. Ah, ah, ah...!"

Byrne's efforts paid off.

I don’t know if it’s due to the survival instinct engraved in human genes. Just when Bourne was considering whether to become a Primaris Astartes - which would definitely look more convincing than the little wizard - Mundungus suddenly came to his senses.

"Why did you hit me? My mother never hit me like this!"

Mundungus stared at the little wizard in front of him with red eyes, breathing heavily from both nostrils, and his mouth was almost crooked when he spoke.

"You have been given an overdose of a love drug. If you don't detoxify it quickly, your brain may be burned out."

Considering that the other party was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Bourne explained patiently, and then continued to ask: "Did Principal Dumbledore ask you to come here to find out about the Dominatrix Reform Committee?"

When he heard the name "Dumbledore", Mundungus's eyes suddenly widened even more.

He was indeed sent by Dumbledore.

However, it was a coincidence that he himself did have some connections with the Dominatrix Reform Committee.

He and the group of women who were scornfully called "old hags" (witches with dominatrix blood) had known each other before, and they had made some transactions every now and then.

Don't think wrongly, this is a serious transaction.

In addition to hunting for treasures in Knockturn Alley, those old hags can only spend money to buy some valuable magic items or antiques from other wizard families from Mundungus.

For example, in the silver table of Mrs. Zabini that I mentioned before, there are many things that Mundungus brought from it.

Mundungus is good at selling things, and the old hags value his ability to tell stories - which can be regarded as a kind of professional ethics - every thing he gets must be accompanied by a corresponding short story. Nothing is repeated, and nothing is false upon hearing it.

And when those old hags bought the goods, they were equivalent to buying a story.

At most, they only need to do a little processing, and then they can put the things on the silver table with peace of mind, and then sell them at a high price.

The relationship between the two parties, let alone talking and having fun, can be regarded as each getting what he needs.

However, because the Dominatrix Reform Committee had a huge deficit, those old hags did not intend to do good business with Mundungus this time.

They spent the cost of a pair of love potions to collect all the goods in Mundungus' hands, and at the same time got some unexpected gains from his mouth:

1. Because Mr. Zabini had an incident at the Pillars of Hercules shopping street, the terrible Dumbledore targeted them.

2. He, Mundungus, was an important member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix organization and mastered the Order's external intelligence work.

3. The Harry Potter whom Dumbledore cared about the most now lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Among them, the third piece of information is particularly important.

Therefore, after learning where Harry Potter lived, the Dominatrix Reform Committee immediately allocated a sum of funds.

Although they have been short of galleons recently, they still have some in pounds.

What's more, they can also use spells.

In this way, after receiving the useful information from Mundungus, these people suddenly became the owners of No. 7 Privet Drive that day.

"What happened just now?"

Recalling the series of explosions just now, Mundungus was still frightened.

"Beautiful... no, that hateful old witch who killed seven husbands...

When the explosion occurred, she hurriedly took her son and several men and ran directly through the fireplace. I heard them shouting that their destination was No. 7 Privet Drive.

Originally, there was an old hag who seemed to want to cast some kind of spell on me and then leave.

But she was hit by a... fireball-like thing that came in from outside the window, and then she was blown to nowhere.

I'm really lucky when I think about it, that old hag might have stayed to use the death curse on me. "

I don’t know whether it was due to the side effects of the infatuation drug being lifted, or because a slap from Bourne opened the door. Anyway, Mundungus Fletcher talked like beans from a bamboo tube, and he couldn't stop talking.

In the end, it was Bourne who took out his wand and sealed his mouth, which made the whole world a lot quieter.

He can also gather the information together.

"The famous Mrs. Zabini turned out to be the boss behind the Dominatrix Committee. And the indulgent person who was beaten to ashes by me in the Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street was actually her seventh husband. "

"No wonder that guy Blaise Zabini worked with Nott on improving the love potion when he was in school at Hogwarts - this is all a family tradition - but since I already know it, let's pass it on to him It’s over.”

"That Mrs. Zabini ran to No. 7 Privet Drive, where Harry Potter and his aunt's family lived at No. 4 Privet Drive.

It is absolutely impossible to say that she had no thoughts about Harry Potter when she ran away this time.

What's more, even if she just wanted to celebrate Harry Potter's birthday, I would have to smash the cake she gave her. "

After figuring out these key points, Bourne will no longer waste time here. He had just inspected it carefully. After two rounds of shelling, the manor was filled with ruins and smoke, but there was no trace of Slaanesh's minions remaining.

"It turns out that the big fish has actually escaped."

Having said that, Byrne was not too depressed. Because this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of thing. In the Warhammer world, some psykers who believe in Chaos burrow into the subspace when they encounter naval gunfire and run faster than anyone else (Erebus is talking about you).

After Bourne left on his broomstick, he quickly returned to the deck of the Hydra.

The excited magic ship thought it could fight another round, but Bourne stuffed it directly back into the glass bottle used to keep it.

With such a big battle, no matter how inefficient the Ministry of Magic is, they should rush over to clean up the floor immediately.

The Hydra is not fit to stay here.

As for Mundungus, Bourne is not too worried. That guy is actually a smart man.

After doing so many illegal things, that guy has never been to Azkaban for further studies, which shows that he knows what to pay attention to when dealing with people from the Ministry of Magic - it is best not to meet them.

As for Mrs. Zabini going to Privet Drive with evil intentions, it can only be said that she narrowed the road.

Not to mention the whole world, even Britain is such a big place. Where can I go but I have to go to die?

Back then, Dumbledore was able to place the prophesied savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter, at Privet Drive. Couldn't the old wizard arrange someone else?
Bourne remembered that in the original novel, there was a Mrs. Figg who was good at cross-breeding cats and cats (although she seemed to be a squib), and she actually lived not far from the Dursleys' house.

She would help take care of Harry when the Dursleys went out, or when they took Dudley on vacation.

In addition, when Dumbledore died in the original book, the resurrected Voldemort did not go alone to solve the prophecy of Harry Potter who defeated himself, but asked almost all the Death Eaters to follow him (it is difficult not to let People speculated that he was looking for someone to embolden him) and went to Privet Drive.

Even though Voldemort was like this, the remnants of the Dominatrix Reform Committee, which had suffered heavy losses one after another, actually plunged into Privet Drive...

Bourne couldn't help but feel a little funny: Who gave them the illusion that they could "jump over the tower and kill by force"?

"Originally, if this matter went wrong, it would become a personal grudge between me and them.

You have to carry the thunder yourself.

In the end, they had to be clever and turn it into a partisan issue that would attract the attention of all interest groups in the magic world...

These people are so wrong.

Deserve to be exterminated. "

(End of this chapter)