Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 190 Everyone is in their place
Mrs. Zabini is smart and knows how to seize the moment. But sometimes, people who are smart and know their timing do stupid things.

The reason is simple: I can’t help it.

Once you notice a little "clue", you can think of the "benefits"; but as soon as you think of the "benefits", you can easily forget the "dangers".

Such was the case with Madame Zabini.

She yelled at her old hags: "Catch this boy, don't hurt him, I will be of great use if you keep him."

The reason why she didn't do it herself was because her wand was still stuck in the ceiling of the Dursley's house.

What's more, she still has to find time to write a letter now - as a smart person, even if she wants to be reckless, she has to find a way to drag someone into trouble.

And just after several old hags cast spells to control the young wizard Harry Potter and the Dursleys (plus the Masons), Mrs. Zabini started writing directly in the living room of his house. I wrote a secret letter that was worded well after some deliberation.

"Dear Secretary Fudge: ..."

After writing the letter, she simply used a confusion spell to confuse the owl Hedwig and let it send the letter.

Although many people know that Cornelius Fudge was able to successfully run because he received the support of Dumbledore, this does not mean that the Minister of Magic will always be willing to be controlled by others.

For example, in the history of a large Eastern country, the sons of some emperors shouted: "How can there be a thirty-year-old prince in this world?"

Fudge has become the Minister of Magic, so naturally he doesn't want to be someone else's puppet all the time.

What's more, wizards and Muggles are different.

Putting aside whether Fudge can be a minister for more than 50 years like the veteran Faris Spavin, although Fudge is nearly years younger than Dumbledore, if there is no accident, he probably won't survive it. Dumbledore's.

The more powerful a wizard is, the longer his lifespan is generally.

And for a great magician like Dumbledore, whose natural lifespan is over 200 years old, that is as easy as eating and drinking.

Mrs. Zabini asked herself that if she became the Minister of Magic like Fudge, she would definitely try to get rid of the shackles brought by Dumbledore, the Supreme Minister.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Looking at the owl flying further and further away, a smile couldn't help but form on her lips.
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"What are you all laughing at?"

Looking at his Auror colleagues who were laughing, Kingsley Shacklebolt stopped them with a stern look on his face.

Being tough on Umbridge is not something to be proud of, but it exposed some problems in the Ministry of Magic.

"I have to find time to talk to Dumbledore." As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Shacklebolt thought to himself.

However, the suppressed atmosphere in the Auror office was soon broken with the arrival of a letter.

"Walter?"

He couldn't believe his eyes.

He didn't expect that the old woman who had just been kicked out of the Auror office by him would think of a way to fight back so quickly.

"Moreover, in the name of upholding the Statute of Secrecy, this bastard asked us Aurors to go out and arrest a young Muggle wizard who lived on Privet Drive and was 'illegally using magic spells' at home..."

Shacklebolt really regrets it.

He regretted why he hadn't used an "Alaho Hole" on Umbridge's head just now so he could see what was inside.

"Let me see which little wizard is so unlucky that he has to write a review at home during the summer vacation."

Shacklebolt muttered under his breath.

It is not that they have never encountered similar things before - some young wizards were exposed to the existence of magic in front of Muggles because they were too naughty or because of some accidents.

The solution for these young wizards is to first give them a warning from the Ministry of Magic, and then ask the dean of his college to issue some symbolic punishment. Usually it means writing a review.

At most, the Ministry of Magic will urgently dispatch some professionals to process the memories of Muggles who saw young wizards using magic.

Like that old woman Umbridge making such a fuss and wanting to send Aurors to arrest the little wizard and then expel her from Hogwarts...

It cannot be said that it is unique, but it can probably be regarded as unprecedented.

However, no matter how angry he was, he still had to follow the correct procedures to handle the official letter sent by Umbridge from the Secretariat.

After all, the Ministry of Magic must adhere to procedural justice.

So he waved his wand in a special gesture. Immediately afterwards, the special official letter from the Ministry of Magic turned into a magic hat in front of his eyes, and when he put his hand in and took it out, he had an extra card in his hand.

Although the two letters previously sent from the Secretariat of the Ministry of Magic had the name "Harry Potter" written on them, Umbridge, who decided to send these two letters, did not actually know that they were intended to be sent to who.

Just like the names of the papers after certain exams are obscured, the wizard who originally designed the "Tracing Thread Early Warning System" took into account the wizard's layer-by-layer network of connections like matryoshka dolls, so in order to avoid mutual protection among acquaintances, Or make false accusations at will, he has encrypted the system.

Although the trace will correspond to the corresponding little wizard, the person who sends the warning and punishes the little wizard will not know who the little wizard is.

When an Auror really needs to be sent out to the field, the Auror in the Auror office can use another set of "decoding" spells to find out who the little wizard the trace belongs to and the specific location where it is located.

"The place where the spell was cast was at No. 4 Privet Drive, on the stairs between the first and second floors of the Dursley's house. The owner of the wand is... hmm?"

Shakur saw an extremely familiar name, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Harry Potter!"

(He called out the name directly)
Everyone in the Auror office looked at him.

"Would one of you hurry up and notify Deng... no, it's Director Scrimgeour. Something is going to happen."

Kingsley Shacklebolt felt a little bad.

In fact, Zongsi's test report can only detect the magic spells released within a certain period of time near Zongsi, and cannot tell who specifically released them.

As a senior Auror, Shacklebolt was naturally no stranger to some "formulaic" spell combinations in spell confrontations. He saw some clues from the spells in the report.

"The levitating spell is okay, but what happened to the Open Sesame spell later? I remember that Hogwarts should no longer teach this kind of unlocking spell with the nature of breaking doors.

There are also all petrified, fainted on the ground, Expelliarmus, well, there is also an inexplicable hole.

When these spells are combined...

If we exclude the possibility that Harry was practicing randomly on his own, the remaining scenario is that his residence was invaded. Someone... and there may be more than one, invaded his aunt and uncle's house, and then Harry started a magical war with those people. Curse showdown. "

Quickly analyzing the worst case scenario, Shacklebolt asked someone to notify Director Scrimgeour, who was taking a break at home. Then he immediately ordered Delis and Tonks and rushed out with them. Exited the door of the Auror's office.

"Captain, where are we going?"

This was the first time that Tonks saw her "master" in such a hurry.

In the past, when he was out in the field, even when he needed to take action, Shakur usually showed great ease and could hit ten or eight without any problem.

"You just said Harry Potter——"

Before Tonks could finish speaking, Shacklebolt interrupted her and turned to him and Delis in a commanding tone:
"The trace early warning system worked. Harry Potter may have been attacked by a dark wizard, so he had to cast a spell outside the school in violation of the regulations during the summer vacation.

We now have to rush to his aunt and uncle's house. This trip is a bit far if we use Apparition, so we use the Floo Network. Remember the qualifiers for your target location:

Near Privet Drive,

The fireplace in Mrs. Arabella Figg's house.

Don't pronounce it wrong, especially don't forget the qualifier, otherwise you may be transported to a leisure farm in Devon. "

After explaining the whole matter concisely and concisely, Shacklebolt took the elevator with two of his men and arrived at the lobby of the Ministry of Magic.

There are two rows of fireplaces that are always burning, allowing people to use the floo network at any time.

Unlike in the past, when they often had to queue up, Shakur and the others were waiting for their seats as soon as they arrived here today.

bang, bang, bang...

After three consecutive sounds of air expansion caused by flame deflagration, the green flames in the fireplace quickly disappeared and turned back into several smoldering bonfires.

Shacklebolt, Deluxe, and Tonks all got out of the fireplace in time without getting stuck in the fireplace due to wasted time.

Tonks asked with some confusion: "Where are we?"

"Idiot girl, did you hit your head?" Delis was a little concerned about asking about his colleague's condition, but his words were a bit arrogant.

Shacklebolt, who was leading the team, said: "If you don't know how to use the bubble head charm, you'd better close your mouth and reduce the frequency of breathing as much as possible."

Then he shut his mouth and quickly cast the head soaking spell on the three of them.

He realized the problem - Mrs. Figg had too many cats at home, and almost all of them were catnives.

Unlike the terraced houses nearby, Mrs. Figg's big house was a small square Victorian bungalow.

In the eyes of many people, it is simply an expensive and useless grotesque building, a miniature house with a gray roof, complete windows and gables - these supporting rooms may have been servants' quarters, guest rooms or gardens. Greenhouse.

There is a cast-iron weathervane in the shape of a rooster on the roof of the main house, which never points in the direction of the wind.

There was also an old, seemingly rusty farm machine placed in her yard, half covered in grass that it had once mowed.

In the eyes of Muggle neighbors, Mrs. Figg may have once been from a wealthy family, but as her family fell into decline, she turned into an old lady with a somewhat weird personality.

That's actually true.

Mrs. Figg's husband is indeed a descendant of a Muggle noble, and she herself comes from a pure-blood wizarding family. However, Mrs. Figg does not have much magical talent. Compared to the so-called "squibs", she is just better at raising and cultivating magical animals.

Moreover, this is only limited to Mao Lizi.

After the death of her husband, Mrs. Figg has been living alone, and her main source of income is the sale of cats with catnives blood.

Because of their catnivet blood, the cats bred by Mrs. Figg are not only stronger than ordinary cats, but also much smarter.

Whether it is the magical pet store in Diagon Alley or the famous pet store visited by wealthy Muggles, you can find some of the cuties she has bred.

For some cat lovers, they are willing to spend huge sums of money to get this cute cat.

"Kingsley, I thought you would have to wait a while before coming. I just finished writing a letter, and I originally wanted the owl to send it to you as soon as possible."

Just as Shacklebolt finished casting the spell, a slightly stooped figure walked out of a small door in the corner of the living room.

The owner of this big house, Mrs. Figg, just heard Shacklebolt and the others talking and followed the sound to find them.

"If you don't come again, I will have to take these little natural warriors of mine out!"

Shacklebolt noticed at this time that Mrs. Figg had put on overalls and a saucer-shaped helmet on her head.

"What are you..."

"Look out the window."

Mrs. Figg pointed to the scene in the distance, over Privet Drive, where the whole street had been covered by some pink smoke.

"Ordinary people and ordinary animals can't notice what's going on there, only wizards and magical animals can." Mrs. Figg said very seriously: "There must be something happening there, and Harry Potter lives there. "

In fact, this woman is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Entrusted by Dumbledore, she has been responsible for paying attention to Harry Potter's growth.

She noticed it as soon as something happened on Privet Drive. If she hadn't considered her own limited abilities, this lady would have gone out to check on Harry's situation.

"It's a good time. Come with me to take a look, so you can take care of me."

Without any explanation, Mrs. Figg grabbed Shacklebolt's arm and took the senior Auror supervisor and two other newcomers directly out of the house without stopping, heading towards Privet Drive, which was only separated by two narrow streets.

Not only that, but there were two mixed-breed cats that looked like tabby cats, and they also ran after Mrs. Figg.

"These two little cuties are usually the most alert. Let them explore the road ahead. If there is a bad guy ambushing, even if they cast a disguise spell or wear an invisibility cloak, they will be able to spot it at a glance."

Before entering the area shrouded in pink smoke, Mrs. Figg let the two cats go ahead, and Shacklebolt also put a bubble charm on them both.

Because he is currently not sure whether there will be any problems with the pink smoke nearby.
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"It won't be poisonous, right?"

Looking at the pink smoke that was as distinct from the surrounding environment as the barrier, the little witch Hermione felt a little worried.

Fortunately, Byrne gave a negative answer.

"You can use the smoke as a potion, and use the 'Iborak Spell' to test whether it is toxic."

After speaking, he did not use his wand, but just made a "pistol" gesture - this was a trick developed by his grandfather Horace Slughorn. If the wand is occupied when handling potions, , then you can use some gestures to cast certain auxiliary spells.

Faint magic fluctuations spread out from Bourne's fingertips, magic and pink smoke merged with each other, and an egg-yellow halo appeared in the air.

"The smoke is not fatally poisonous, but it is best not to touch it because it is likely to have a hallucinogenic effect."

Hearing the word "hallucinogenic", the little witch Hermione quickly pulled her old father.

Because Granger was a Muggle, he couldn't see the pink smoke barriers in front of him at all, so he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his fingers, trying to touch this invisible What the smoke feels like.

In fact, even if several other people present had clearly told him that "the street in front of him is the street of Privet Drive", his brain might ignore this street with just the slightest mistake.

"Hermione, I advise you to ask Mr. Granger to stay away from here."

Byrne reminded:
“First, the hallucinogenic effect of this smoke may be for ordinary people. We don’t know whether this effect is reversible;

Secondly, if an Auror arrives soon, Mr. Granger, as an ordinary person, may have his memory adjusted by people from the Ministry of Magic.

Third, you'd better not go in. "

"But Harry lives at No. 4 Privet Drive!" The person who rebutted was not the little witch Hermione, but Harry's good brother Ron.

If Mr. Weasley hadn't been dragging him by his side, the child would have wanted to rush in as soon as he saw the strange pink smoke in front of him after getting out of the car.

(End of this chapter)