Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 198 The power of summer homework

Good job, be rewarded!
For a time, the carriage corridor was filled with joyful air due to Lee Jordan's hard-working performance.

Bourne also joined the others in applauding and cheering for this black man who was very good at handling things.

In the next few years, at the Hogwarts Cup Quidditch match, Lee Jordan will probably always be the most handsome kid in the audience, and the strong supporter of the Gryffindor Quidditch team off the field.

Having a good relationship with him has very practical significance for Bourne, who is destined to play.

What is human kindness? This is called. Horace taught Bourne a lot about this.

However, the cheers and whistles in this carriage soon attracted the attention of the little wizards in the neighboring carriages.

Some people couldn't bear the loneliness, so they wandered into this corridor without realizing it, and came to Gryffindor to join in the fun.

There are even a few Slytherins among them.

For example, the eldest son of the Malfoy family, and Crabbe and Goyle who seemed to always be by his side.

"I know that wherever there is excitement, you can be found!"

He patted Bourne's shoulder a little excitedly. Draco didn't seem to mind at all the looks from the surrounding Gryffindor seniors.

"You wrote and said you went on vacation during the summer. How was your vacation?
My dad also took me to Marseille, France to escape the summer heat. The fish soup there was delicious and the seaside air was very fresh.

My dad also took me to see a horse-shaped water monster raised by the French Ministry of Magic. It took photos with tourists to earn its own living expenses.

My dad said that compared to the tradition and conservatism of the Ministry of Magic here in the UK, the French can always come up with something new.

In addition to taming Equus, it is said that people from the French Ministry of Magic also cooperated with some Muggles in Paris to open a club called the 'Crazy Horse' - where some Veela would perform on stage - but , my father said that place was all a scam for Muggles, and only serious wizards would not be deceived by flirtatious frogs. "

Hearing Draco's highly suggestive words, before Bourne had time to react, Fred couldn't help himself.

"Your father knows a lot."

He emphasized "your father."

Draco glanced at Fred sideways, let out a cold "hum" through his nose, and then said in a dragging voice: "No way, as long as the Galleons of the Malfoy family are spent, they will be worth it. It's worth it." The more you have, the more you will gain knowledge – of course, it’s just a small amount of money.”

As the old saying goes: when you hear Scottish bagpipes, you should think of men in skirts.

Bourne could tell that Draco and Fred (or to be more precise, the Weasley twins) were not getting along well, and there was a clear smell of gunpowder in their back-and-forth words.

This is not normal.

You know, there is a two-grade gap between them. And Draco, unlike him, had become very familiar with the two brothers last year.

Therefore, even if they don't deal with each other, it stands to reason that there is no need to start a verbal quarrel as soon as they meet.

Twins are not Harry Potter.

It stands to reason that Draco Malfoy cannot be said to be completely indifferent to them. It can also be said that most of the time he sees them and pretends not to see them.

"Malfoy boy, what are you talking about?" Seeing his brother and Draco arguing, George immediately came over.

Moreover, he and Fred secretly trapped Draco and his two chubby followers in the middle of the aisle.

There's something good to watch!
Like sharks smelling blood, the Gryffindor students immediately abandoned Lee Jordan, who was performing, singing and dancing, and instead looked at him with eager eyes like "Why don't you do it yet?" and "If you can do it, don't beep." , looked at the few people who had the dispute.

Bourne couldn't help but feel a little helpless, but he also felt a little funny in his heart.

"Grandpa Horace said that the Sorting Hat has long been confused. What the old man said does make sense."

Bourne thought to himself: "Being opposite two little lions in a carriage full of senior Gryffindor students... I can only say that Draco was sorted into Slytherin, which is a bit humiliating. Lanffindor is where he should stay, so be brave."

Of course, even though he thought it was funny, it was impossible for Bourne to let them really fight in front of him.

In fact, he really has a few tricks up his sleeve on how to deal with this situation.

"Everyone, please listen to me."

Bourne cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the little wizards around him to himself, and thus helping the trio of Draco and the twins who were being held up.

"I know everyone is very happy now, but please don't be happy yet, because there is something I have to remind you-"

Bourne also made a long note to whet everyone's appetite.

"——We will arrive at Hogwarts Castle in a few hours. Except for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, all the other beloved professors should already be waiting for us in the castle.

In addition to the sorting ceremony and entrance dinner, do you still remember that the professors assigned some holiday homework before the holiday?
Let me give you a brief reminder.

Dear Professor Sprout, she just verbally asked us to take another look at the textbook we used in class last year. She is such a good person.

Professor Binns' History of Magic requires each grade to complete three papers no less than 17 inches long based on the knowledge learned in the previous year.

In Professor Flitwick's Charms class, each grade should have been given a different 'Charms Scrabble Booklet'. Our first grade booklet has over 30 pages!

Professor Snape did not leave any written homework. He just said at the end of the semester that in the first class of the semester, a few people from each grade and each college would be randomly selected to brew a potion on the spot.

Moreover, whoever cooks it drinks it himself.

As for our beloved Headmistress McGonagall, her summer homework assignments are a collection of Transfiguration exercises, reading reference readings, two learning experiences of no less than 25.5 inches, and the same classroom spot checks on Transfiguration as Professor Snape Practical operation - that is, the summer homework assigned by other professors, the Transfiguration class is basically adding them all together, and then doing a super double.

This doesn't seem to be difficult, right?

So, everyone’s summer homework…”

Bourne directly used his killer weapon.

The entire carriage was suddenly filled with mourning.

In addition, this carriage is full of naughty Gryffindor lion cubs, and the result is that the lethality of what Bourne just said was directly maximized.

Even the twin brothers, who were fearless, were frightened by Bourne's words and regained their dusty memories.

"You are simply a devil!"

Fred screamed, and then looked at his brother again. He read "You summed it up right" from George's face.

Immediately afterwards, regardless of whether they were in the right place with Draco or the other three second-year Slytherin "little bastards", they decisively ran towards the carriage where the little badgers were.

Since their own family knew their own affairs, the little lions in the same grade basically had no hope. They could only pin their hopes on the honest Hufflepuff students.

In particular, they hoped that Cedric, the "honest student" who was competing with their eldest brother Bill, had not loaned out his homework.

Seeing the Weasley twins and other senior Gryffindors scattered like birds and beasts, Draco's heart that had just reached his throat was relieved.

Of course, the dignified heir to the Malfoy family is definitely not a bunch of brainless lions! no way!

His worries were just due to the family's "strategic contraction strategy", so he had to make necessary concessions.

After all, some time ago, because Blaise Zabini's brat's mother caused big trouble, the people from the Ministry of Magic found the opportunity to suppress the pure-blood family.

The twins' father, Arthur Weasley, even took people to the Malfoy family's manor for a surprise inspection last week. As a result, he actually discovered some dark magic items hidden by Lucius.

Lucius later specifically told Draco that those things were just a cover-up on his part.

"I laughed at Arthur Weasley's lack of ideas. The reason why he was able to find that pile of rags was entirely because I was too lazy to throw them away or go to Borkin Burke's shop to bargain and waste my time..."

But even so, some cover-up is necessary, so when Malfoy Sr. took Draco to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies a few days ago, he couldn't help but laugh at Mr. Weasley when he met him. The reporter became sarcastic.

Perhaps because he was too deep into the drama, Lucius didn't stop him all of a sudden, and he ended up fighting with Arthur Weasley in the street.

Draco was also unlucky to be involved in a fight, and it was the twins who attacked him. In his opinion, these two people were quite devoid of wizardry, and they were still "two against one" for such a young wizard like him.

Of course, the kid strategically ignored some things: for example, he first pulled out his wand and wanted to sneak attack Mr. Weasley who was struggling with his father, and then the twins attacked him.

In addition, in addition to tactical neglect, Draco, who was in a panic, also did not realize that he was competing with the twins "one-on-two" for spells - even though he only used some small evil spells - and in the end he was not harmed. Despite the serious injury, this magical talent is actually quite powerful.

He just didn't realize it. Otherwise, this kind of thing that can be bragged about will probably appear on the young master's lips every day.

Looking at Draco, who was obviously frightened but tried his best to look calm and calm, Bourne asked jokingly: "So, Draco, have you finished all your summer homework?"

As if being pricked by a needle, Draco couldn't help but glance at Bourne, which meant, "How could you look at me like that?"
"Aofu reward!"

Draco replied proudly.

"I'm not a shabby guy. It's just some summer homework. I finished it all as early as last week."

After saying that, he felt that it might not be convincing, so he added: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Crabbe and Goyle.

Last Sunday, before we went to the Quidditch match, I finished writing the last few of Professor Binns' papers.

As a student of Slytherin House, how could you not even finish your homework? Making up homework and stuff like that are things that a disgraceful little wizard would do.

Right, Crabbe, Goyle... huh? "

Draco turned around, wanting to seek the approval of the two young followers and let them testify for what he said.

However, when he turned around, he saw two big round faces of the same style: anxiety revealed a trace of hope, and expectation revealed a trace of luck...

"So, you haven't finished writing yet?"

Draco was still very smart. He guessed the truth of the matter just by looking at the expressions of the two of them.

Crabbe and Goyle nodded in sync.

"Hiss~~"

Draco suddenly felt a slight toothache and couldn't help but gasped. The slap in the face came too fast.

It was precisely because of this that he suddenly lost interest in continuing the conversation with Bourne. Draco took a big step back, behind Crabbe and Goyle, and then imitated the same action of their Headmaster Snape, reaching out and grabbing the two people's back collars.

"Sorry, Bourne, I can't talk to you now. I have to take these two guys back to the Slytherin compartment..."

Draco pulled the two chubby little guys and turned around and walked away. As he walked, he raised his legs and kicked their butts as if he was not relieved.

"...make up for your homework!"

Looking at Draco, who was clearly not overwhelmed by the heavy summer homework, but was dragged down by his companions, and finally had to take the latter to make up for the homework, the corners of Bourne's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

And the reason why he was happy was not only because a few words eliminated a dispute between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but also because he felt something from the little wizards at Hogwarts that was difficult to see in the Warhammer universe. Arrived innocently.

Even the arrogant and arrogant Malfoy kid looks so cute in comparison.

"He obviously could have ignored Crabbe and Goyle's life and death, not completing their homework at Hogwarts and not implementing the joint sitting system, but in the end he had to bring two oil bottles with him to become less 'respectable'."

Byrne thought this was really, really good. Therefore, he does not want anyone or anything to destroy this beautiful world like a fairy tale.

At this moment, he also felt a sense of long-lost tranquility.

However, someone soon broke it, and the sound kept ringing.

"Really, really, how can these people report like this? Sure enough, the reporters on the wizard side are at least one version behind the times. The BBC on the Muggle side has been able to use the 'filter principle' proficiently, but Those people at the Daily Prophet actually only want to promote before suppressing. "

Gilderoy Lockhart paced the corridor of the train, flipping through the newspapers in his hand.

The above-mentioned report on his book signing at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley a few days ago made the star writer very dissatisfied. He even had the urge to pick up his pen and teach the reporters how to write articles.

That's his real strength!
Perhaps because of the thought of this, Lockhart was tickled, so he couldn't help but smile, and even the corncob pipe held by his lips curled up a few times.

He actually doesn't smoke.

This corn cob pipe is just a small prop, just to match the tough guy persona he has recently deliberately created.

There are many similar props.

For example, the particularly spacious military uniform he was wearing; another example was the rows of merit medals pinned to this military uniform that he had no idea what they meant, etc.

Lockhart wore this "equipment" and walked through the carriages on his first tour after becoming a Hogwarts professor.

Along the way, he did gain many "star eyes", most of which came from ignorant and ignorant little witches.

Of course, there were also a few boys who looked at Lockhart passing by with admiration, but not too many.

The young wizards on the Hogwarts Express were mainly concerned about Lockhart's outfit because of its possible practical value.

Many people are secretly discussing whether the "fancy attire" worn by a well-known wizard adventurer like Lockhart is also a piece of adventure equipment?
Several Ravenclaw boys even swore: "The rows of medals pinned to Senior Lockhart's left chest are actually equivalent to the scales on ancient Muggle armor. When fighting dangerous magical animals, Or when dark wizards have heart-to-heart communication, it can play a very good protective role."

"..."

While cruising along, Lockhart was not completely free of other things. He had just gone to the prefects' carriage, met Percy Weasley, and asked him about some things about Harry Potter. At this time, with some small thoughts, he wanted to find the famous "savior" of the magic world and make him look familiar in front of him.

But unexpectedly, before he saw the real master, he first saw another young wizard with whom he had met once before.

"Hi, Mr. Slughorn!"

When he saw Bourne standing in the carriage corridor from a distance, Lockhart showed his shining teeth, smiled and waved to say hello to him.

Not to mention, when Byrne saw his outfit and his majestic smile, he really thought of a heavyweight drag racing enthusiast.

(End of this chapter)