Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 188 Dispute
Granger's house was filled with joy for a while. Ron, who was eating bear biscuits, seemed to be reminded by the laughter and suddenly said:
"We can invite Harry too!"

"I've sent him several letters over the summer, and a birthday card that Ginny and I made together, but he didn't reply to me."

"I wonder if something happened?"

Hearing "Harry didn't reply", Ginny, the youngest child of the Weasley family and the only girl, suddenly felt that the doll she was holding was no longer funny.

Her lower lip couldn't help but turn up slightly, covering her upper lip, and her face looked a little disappointed.

Hermione was also surprised.

She also used an owl to send Harry a letter and a small gift, but she still hasn't received a reply. She originally thought that Harry had gotten carried away by playing with boys like Ron, so he had temporarily forgotten about her.

Hermione asked in confusion: "You haven't been able to contact Harry either? Doesn't he live with his aunt and uncle in a Muggle community?
Although he can't use the wand during the summer vacation, Hedwig should still be able to deliver letters, right? "
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Compared to Hedwig, who couldn't fly out of the window, its two counterparts were much worse off.

They had just delivered two letters to Harry Potter, and then they were lost in the pink smoke barrier that filled Privet Drive, scurrying around like headless flies, but they couldn't find where to fly out. of the road.

In Courtyard No. 7, Privet Drive, a lady wearing a black veil on her head walked out of the door.

"The air is good, it smells like this."

She took a deep breath, ignoring the pink smoke floating in the air, and then calmly raised her wand.

The two owls that happened to pass by her head turned into two Easter eggs before she could react. It fell from mid-air to the ground and was smashed to pieces with a "pop" sound.

"The wand is not bad either. No wonder wizards impose restrictions on other magical creatures."

Several "witches" followed her pace and walked behind her, and they all sneered "Jie Jie Jie".

Mrs. Zabini frowned slightly.

She didn't like the laughter of her own kind, because the laughter made her feel strange, as if they had eaten something dirty that they shouldn't have eaten.

"What a bunch of tasteless guys..."

Mrs. Zabini complained in her heart, but her pace did not slow down, and she walked step by step towards the place that Mundungus told her personally.

"...Now, we are going to see the savior of the wizards. How can we not even know where to choose the occasion? Really?"

Although these old hags look very strange when they laugh, fortunately their laughter is also quite... unique.

At the very least, when Mrs. Zabini walked into the gate of No. 4, Privet Drive, they all stopped laughing in unison.

The preparations were complete and the atmosphere was just right, so the pretty widow cast a beautiful lock-picking spell.

However, the spell is Durmstrang's version - at least two versions behind the "Standard Spell".

"The door is open!"

With a wave of her wand, the Dursley's thick oak door was ripped from its frame.

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then burst into high-decibel screams.

"Silence!"

Mrs. Zabini led the crowd into the door with murderous intent. She did not care about her identity as an intruder. Instead, she used the loud voice spell to make her voice louder than everyone else and keep the owners in the room quiet.

"Look, look, look, who's here?"

"The great savior of the wizarding world."

"The only child of the Potter family."

"Harry...Potter..."

Mrs. Zabini used a joking tone to reveal Harry's identity in public, and then pointed her wand at the little wizard who was looking at her in shock.

And just when she was about to pounce on her only goal of the trip, Dursley, who was as fat as a miniature polar bear, yelled at Mrs. Zabini and his party:
"Get out of here! Otherwise, I will call the police to arrest you!"

Mr. Mason, who was visiting the Dursleys, also stood up. Mrs. Zabini's behavior of breaking down the door with magic just now gave him some bad associations.

After all, there have been some terrorist attacks on the British Isles in the past decade.

Although it was certain that he was a little scared, as an old London official, he was not allowed to assume the responsibilities of a "gentleman".

"You guys, don't come here, otherwise——"

But before he could finish the threat, his mouth opened so wide that he could no longer speak.

Because, Mrs. Zabini stretched out a catkin that seemed to have never been touched by "spring water", and actually directly picked up the collar of Dursley, who was a head taller than her, and pulled this fat man The man raised it.

"Dirty Muggle, what qualifications do you have to yell at me? You are just a stupid pig who can't even use magic!"

With that, she slammed Mr. Dursley to the floor, and Harry's aunt Petunia screamed and threw herself beside her husband.

She raised her head and glared at the intruder.

"Oyster sauce...!"

The housewife showed a rare fierce side and threw the pan she was carrying at Mrs. Zabini.

However, the pan only flew halfway, and then hovered in mid-air as if it was caught by an invisible hand.

Mrs. Zabini angrily pulled off the black gauze scarf on her head, because it was stained with a few drops of oil thrown from the pan, so she threw it aside in disgust.

"Give up, you can't beat me in terms of beauty, not even with outside moves!"

This pretty widow's brain circuit is indeed different from that of a normal person.

The next second, she used transformation to turn the pan into a sharp arrow, and then waved her hand...

She wanted to kill this ugly woman who was trying to destroy her good looks, her most precious asset.

However, although her spell worked correctly, the idea failed to come to fruition in the end.

Seeing that his uncle and aunt who had treated him harshly in the past were knocked down by someone's curse, and now he was about to be killed, Harry Potter made a decision at that time.

"Expello!"

A bolt of red lightning suddenly shot out from the wand in his hand, hitting Mrs. Zabini instantly.

The child learned this spell by chance while attending Hogwarts.

Expelliarmus is so simple that even a first or second grade wizard can learn it.

And it is indeed difficult to say that it is difficult, because ordinary adult wizards may not be 100% able to use it well.

However, when Harry learned it, he found that this spell seemed to be tailor-made for him, and he was particularly easy to use.

It's obviously just a disarming spell, but Harry's "Expelliarmus" can not only take away the wands in other people's hands, but also knock them over several times - it really becomes "Expelliarmus". "Weapon" is "Kill Your Dog's Life" - the main theme is a powerful weapon that performs miracles.

As expected, Mrs. Zabini, who was hit by the spell, also triggered Harry Potter's unique special attack.

At the first moment, the wand in her hand flew out with a "pop", so fast that it even scratched the soft skin of the palm of her hand. However, this hard hornbeam wand did not fall into Harry Potter's hands in the end, but was inserted into the ceiling of the Dursley's house with a "snap".

In addition, Mrs. Zabini was also unsurprisingly knocked away by the spell. She was knocked back wherever she came from, knocking over several old witches who were following her.

These villains who rushed into the Dursley's house suddenly turned into gourds rolling on the ground, and the whole floor was filled with "ouch" sounds. "Mother!"

Seeing this, a small figure who was waiting outside the door and following everyone suddenly opened his mouth and let out a exclamation.

Although Blaise Zabini wore a mask on his face and ordinary home clothes, his voice was not disguised.

Children usually have very good ears, and Harry Potter immediately realized that he should know the person who made this exclamation.

In addition, the number of students in the same grade at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is just over 100. There may be young wizards who have never spoken to each other and are unfamiliar with each other, but young wizards in the same grade basically know each other.

Therefore, Harry was stunned for a moment and thought: "Are you... Blaise Zabini?"

"Harry~Potel~~~!!!"

Regarding the name Harry Potter, the students of Slytherin House may have been more or less led astray by Draco Malfoy.

After calling Harry's name, Blaise Zabini did not hesitate at all and recited a spell directly to the famous boy.

"Serpensortia!"

The Oolong Out of the Cave, also known as the Snake Summoning Curse, is a relatively simple black magic, and it is also the only black magic that Blaise Zabini currently knows.

It is said that this spell was invented not long ago (in the 80s). The person who invented it was a wizard from India. The original function of this spell was to create a poisonous snake that could obey commands and be safer to play with. Juggling.

After all, not all wizards have the talent of Parseltongue. If you want to COS Parseltongue, just get a venomous snake and play with it. It is really not taking your own life seriously.

That's why someone invented the snake summoning curse.

And because of the tradition of the academy, many junior wizards in Slytherin like to learn this spell. It is standard for low-end games.

However, there are actually very few Slytherin snakes who can play the "own goal" as well as Blaise.

Most Slytherin students can only summon a non-venomous snake with this snake summoning spell. A slightly better one can summon a venomous snake, and even better, it can make the summoned venomous snake more ferocious and beautiful. Rise up physically stronger.

When Brace used the snake summoning spell, he was not only able to summon a highly venomous rattlesnake, but it was not an exaggeration to say that the snake could be wielded like an arm.

At the same time as the spell was recited, a rattlesnake with fangs and claws suddenly ejected from the top of Blaise's wand with a pop.

With a "snap", it landed on the ground. The snake suddenly made an S-shape and came to Harry Potter. It wrapped around the child's calf and climbed up to the little wizard. It opened its mouth in an instant.

The whole process only takes a few seconds.

Harry Potter didn't even have time to wave his wand and use a spell to knock the snake away. However, he still had time to speak.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

The rattlesnake froze.

Blaise Zabini was also stunned.

Mrs. Zabini, who had just gotten up, and several other "rolling gourds" were also stunned.

Of course, the reasons why it/he/they were stunned were different: the rattlesnake was stunned because of instinct, and it had to obey Harry's "stop" command; Blaise was stunned because he was simply confused, age and vision. The limitations brought about by it made clear stupidity take over in my mind again...

Mrs. Zabini and the others realized a problem: the famous savior of the magical world was actually a Parselmouth? !
This is really...
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"You know too much."

Umbridge curled her lips and glanced sideways at everyone in the Auror's office, as if the information she had just revealed was a great favor.

However, Kingsley Shacklebolt was the first to be unable to bear it any longer. The senior Auror Captain in the Auror Office, who usually showed a gentle attitude, had a dispute with his colleagues in the Ministry of Magic for the first time.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

In front of everyone, Shacklebolt didn't give Umbridge any face, and directly characterized what the woman just said as "nonsense."

"Since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, apart from being subject to the supervision of the Wizengamot, it has always been an independent administrative department."

"It is true that the Ministry of Magic will accept donations from all walks of life, but no one can rely on gold Galleons to influence the Ministry of Magic's decisions."

"If King Gallon can control the Ministry of Magic, will the candidate for the Minister of Magic have to choose from the goblins of Gringotts?"

This cannot be entirely true.

After all, if the number of Galleons is really higher, in addition to the goblins of Gringotts, there are also several pure-blood wizard families (Lucius, sit down, I am not talking about the Malfoy family) and the one who owns the Philosopher's Stone. The great alchemist Nicolas Flamel is available for reference.

However, Shacklebolt's cheeky gesture really knocked Umbridge away.

But she couldn't say anything more.

Because if she refutes Shacklebolt, it is likely to be interpreted by others as saying that the Minister of Magic should be a goblin from Gringotts - which is equivalent to a public slap in the face of her biggest backer - the current minister. Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Umbridge wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"Hmph, you can do your own thing."

This old woman wearing dopamine-colored clothes turned around and walked out of the door of the Auror's office. She could no longer stay in this miserable place.

"I'm so angry..."

Umbridge was so angry that when she returned to the Secretariat office, the curses she muttered changed from her authentic London accent to a Yorkshire accent.

And just as she was cursing, the cat on one of the rows of dishes erected on the office closet—with many cute cat photos printed on them—suddenly meowed.

A ball of thread rolled out of the saucer and down the closet to Umbridge's feet.

"Which little wizard from a Muggle family is causing trouble again?" Umbridge picked up the ball of wool angrily, "Dirty Mudblood!"

And the reason why she was so sure was because the triggered cat's dish was actually a magical device connected to the trace silk early warning system.

In the past, staff from the Secretariat of the Ministry of Magic were responsible for warning underage wizards not to cast spells outside school.

However, since most people in the Secretariat are on holiday today, the trace management system is directly connected to Umbridge's office. The usual cat dishes are actually just cat dishes in the closet.

"Those dirty Mudbloods just can't learn to obey the rules and don't understand their own place at all!"

Umbridge cursed angrily and cast a spell casually. She wanted to seriously deal with the little Muggle wizard who violated the rules.

Instead of sending a warning letter as the Secretariat usually did when dealing with similar problems, she directly used magic to send a roaring letter to the little wizard.

Originally, she thought that the little wizard might be so scared that he peed his pants. But who would have known that the Trace Thread Early Warning System issued another early warning, and the problem was still with the wool... Oh, no, it was that damn little mudblood wizard.

"Unforgivable! Unrelenting evil!"

Umbridge was furious.

However, as soon as she thought about it, she came up with a bad idea - this woman can indeed be called a "talent" when it comes to being clever and manipulating others.

"Aren't you Aurors strict?"

"Don't you, Shakur, talk the same way, come from a good family, have a lot of achievements, and have great ideas?"

"I'll let you arrest the little wizard who committed the crime. Even if you can't do anything to the little mudblood in the end, it's still good to punish you!"

With a plan in mind, Umbridge immediately took action. She directly used the copy spell to make two copies of the official letter formulated by the Ministry of Magic. One of them was delivered by the owl postman to the little wizard who "revealed magical secrets in front of Muggles", while the other one turned into a paper airplane and flew towards the Auror office where she just slammed the door out.

(End of this chapter)