Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 204 Wandering with werewolves

As the saying goes: A good spirit is inferior to a bad spirit.

The more a person doesn't want something to happen, the chances are that it will happen to him once.

This is how the world is.

Therefore, even though Peter Pettigrew promised Merlin in his heart that he would change his ways, the dementor jailers were still targeting his soul.

And there's more than one person he's targeting.

They floated in mid-air, walking past the iron bars as if by accident. Every time he walked by, Peter Pettigrew could clearly feel that his few joys and joys were diminishing by one point.

He felt cold all over, and the sparse hair on the top of his head was ridged, like a large Teletubbies.

Finally, when the 13th Dementor "accidentally" walked by the iron fence, Peter Pettigrew's tense nerves could no longer be tense.

Similarly, there are the sphincter muscles in the man's lower body.

As a result, this spherical prison embedded in the wall of Azkaban Prison suddenly turned into the kind of dry toilet with a heady smell in some places.

"No! No! Don't come over!"

He kept screaming and couldn't even wave his hands to stop him. He could only helplessly try to squeeze his fat body into the corner of the wall.

Huge and indescribable fear filled every corner of this man's heart, and he had lost the ability to think.

Finally, after the last scream, the sound that came out of Peter Pettigrew's throat again was no longer human.

"Squeak, squeak! squeak... squeak -?"

(No! No! You don’t want to... huh?)
Under tremendous pressure, the man involuntarily used his Animagus and transformed into a fat, big rat.

In fact, this is the first time in recent months that he has successfully transformed.

Because his identity was exposed, Peter Pettigrew was forced to wear a specially made prison uniform after being tried in the underground Wizengamot Court of the Ministry of Magic.

This piece of clothing has a powerful binding magic attached to it. It looks a bit like a shroud wrapping a mummy. Each strip of cloth is written with an invisible magic potion made from the semen of a male pig monster. Sections of ancient magic text representing the meaning of "imprisonment" and "seal".

Wizards don't like animals like pigs very much because they are very magically inert and particularly resistant to transfiguration.

Only wizards of the level of Professor McGonagall can use transfiguration on pigs, or turn tables, chairs, benches and the like into pigs.

In fact, before the start of school last year, when Hagrid went to pick up Harry from the lighthouse hut, he used the Transfiguration spell on his cousin Dudley, which only made Dudley grow a pig tail that looked nothing like a pig. In fact, It does not mean that Hagrid's transformation is bad, but it proves that Hagrid is actually quite talented in this area (otherwise, the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission would not have recruited a hybrid giant like him into Hogg. Woz, after all, he didn't know Dumbledore before enrolling).

As a magical animal, the pig monster is naturally more resistant to transformation magic than ordinary pigs.

Based on the invisible ink made from the body material of the pig monster, coupled with the assistance of ancient magic texts, the magic restraint suit created is enough to suppress the transformation ability of the Animagus.

Anyway, before today, Peter Pettigrew, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, actually had no ability to transform.

However, even the chief wizard of the Wizengamot (Dumbledore) who specially arranged such a prison uniform for him probably did not expect the huge stimulation those dementor guards could bring to the prisoners. .

Lost happiness, only pure sadness and pain, coupled with extreme fear...

Several extreme emotions were mixed together, which caused Peter Pettigrew's magic to riot in an unconventional sense, and he inadvertently turned into a mouse.

Friends who often go in and out of Azkaban should know very well that dementors are not only very picky about food, but they are also unable to sense the emotional fluctuations of animals.

When Peter Pettigrew turned into a mouse, he simply disappeared from the eyes and diet of these jailers.

A long-lost emotion called "joy" suddenly emerged from the heart of Peter Pettigrew. He opened his mouth uncontrollably and kept making "squeaking" sounds as if he was shouting for the rest of his life. .

At first, he realized that he was actually shouting excitedly. He was so scared that he kept silent, and a layer of white hair sweat oozed from his body involuntarily.

However, Peter Pettigrew immediately discovered that even though they had screamed so joyfully just now, the dementors walking by the door still didn't even bother to look inside the cell - such a dedicated jailer could incorporate them into the establishment, and the British Magic There are really many talented people in the department!
Peter Pettigrew experimented a few more times and finally determined that the dementors really had no interest in him who had turned into a mouse, so he couldn't help but let out his own celebratory cheer: "Yes! Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, without thinking for a second, he ran directly out of the pile of magic prison uniforms piled on the ground, kept moving forward on all fours, and played the role of a rodent 12 hours a day for 24 years. With the proficient running skills that animals are accustomed to, he jumped onto the sill of the prison bars with a super long run.

Regardless of how dangerous the howling wind outside was, Peter Pettigrew stepped on the bricks protruding from the outer edge of Azkaban Prison. When he encountered a place without protrusions, he used his claws and tail to jam into the cracks in the wall, and climbed directly down the tower from the height of seven or eight floors as if flying over a wall.

He knew where the cabins where the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic lived were located, and after finding the place, he patiently lurked for several hours. It wasn't until it got dark and the two Aurors fell asleep that he carefully sneaked into the Aurors' storage room and secretly took away one of their broomsticks.
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"Wuhu takes off!" Bourne clapped his hands for one of his pets as a sign of encouragement.

After realizing he didn't bring his pets to school, he wrote a letter home early this morning using an owl.

So, when returning to the auditorium for dinner, Bourne, who had just finished his job of sorting books for the day (he continued to take on the responsibilities of a librarian on the first day of school), saw a cat, a dog, and a dog. It looks like a hamster but is actually a half-breed Sniff that is part Marten.

Ruth didn't have any objections to today's emergency transfer. It was just a change of place to have dinner.

Ryan had nothing to say about it. Because although it is actually just an immature Zou Wu, it has already awakened the ability to transmit magic over long distances, so it makes no difference to it no matter where it goes. If it wants to leave, no one can stop it. Come when you want and leave when you want.

As for the little Khan...

This little guy, who had the privilege of entering and exiting the Gryffindor girls' dormitory at will last year, was overjoyed to return to Hogwarts.

Now when it encounters those female devils who always like to move themselves, it will no longer be unable to resist, because it has thoroughly mastered how to control a broomstick!

It was dinner time, and most of the little wizards at Hogwarts gathered in the auditorium. The little Khan was flying around on a long chopstick-like wand. Now, it especially likes to snatch some food from others, regardless of whether it likes it or not.

Hey, just play!
It also had a lot of fun. And similarly, seeing such an interesting little guy running around makes even the little wizard who was deprived of food feel very happy.

Hogwarts professors generally do not come to the Great Hall to eat with their students on weekdays. Most of the time, the professors' meals are delivered to their offices by house elves who work tirelessly.

Therefore, when eating, especially during dinner time, the little wizards always get together in twos and threes to communicate with each other about how their day was and whether anything interesting happened that day.

Although today is the first day of school at Hogwarts, many people are still talking about Professor Lockhart.

The second-year students in the four colleges only had one herbal medicine class today. But today, the Weasley twins and the Ravenclaw students had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

"You just can't imagine..."

George took a bite of the pie, with a helpless expression on his face.

"...Even Professor Quirrell from last year will probably not be worse than Lockhart."

Bourne, who was sitting closer to them, was not surprised at all by his comments. If not a huge disappointment, what else could it be about Lockhart? If nothing unexpected happens, how can it be called the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts?

Fred also continued: "That professor actually handed out test papers and organized an exam on the first day of class?!
And the things he tested couldn't be said to have nothing to do with the Defense Against the Dark Arts course - after all, the scope of his questions were all within the contents of the books he had written that he requested as teaching materials - but Most of them are in the corners of those books.

'What's Lockhart's favorite drink? '

'How does Lockhart solve the werewolf problem? '

'What are Lockhart's three wishes? '

He wrote about a similar topic on more than ten inches of parchment, and we all racked our brains and made it up for more than an hour.

After everyone finished writing, he actually explained the test paper on the spot. I didn't know what he was going to talk about?
Throughout the whole class, we didn't even touch the wand once, and he didn't even teach us a small spell. "

As the Weasley twins finished speaking in an exaggerated tone, many Gryffindor wizards began to whisper. Many people were convinced that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts course was going to be finished again.

"How dare you comment on a professor like that?"

Hermione angrily defended her idol. She even took out the book "Wandering with Werewolves" and read the contents aloud.

“...That Sunday, I called the werewolves and the mayor together and went to a bar over there for a drink—actually I drank a lot.

I said my wish was for 'magical people and non-magical people to live in peace.' '

They all laughed and said that people who drank too much were always so lovable and they couldn't get angry at them even if they wanted to.

I was too drunk to argue, because if you drink too much of the beer brewed by the bar, it would make you drowsy like my favorite aged Scottish fire whiskey..."

After saying that, the little witch closed the book.

She said with some pride: "Look, how interesting this is, and Professor Lockhart's exam is not difficult at all. The few questions you just listed are all hidden in these interesting and heartwarming stories. You just lack a pair of An eye for discovery.”

Ron and Harry looked at each other. They didn't hold back for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
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The joys and sorrows between people are not the same.

When the little wizards ended their happy day and fell asleep one after another, Peter Pettigrew had just set foot on the territory of the British Isles.

He was wet all over.

The broomstick stolen from the Auror on duty at Azkaban Prison fell headfirst into the seawater a kilometer or two away from the coastline.

"The Comet series is rubbish. Is it so difficult to buy yourself a Sweepstakes series? That's a broomstick that even Weasley's family has."

Peter Pettigrew complained while spitting out the salty saliva in his mouth.

He stepped on the sharp stones on the shore, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and kept approaching a road built along the coast.

After escaping from Azkaban Prison, his mind quickly and automatically generated a "to-do list."

First of all, the first thing, without a doubt, is to find a place to eat something human.

Cheese, peanut butter, potato chips sandwich, haggis, stargazing pie...

These are the foods that Peter Pettigrew can't get enough of. After staying in Azkaban for more than two months, he lost dozens of pounds. He had to eat something good to compensate for his appetite.

"Only when I have regained my strength can I continue to escape." He thought to himself.

After a big meal, what he wanted and had to do was to find some way to get himself some wands.

That's right, a few and not one.

Because he knew very well that he might be wanted and hunted by the Ministry of Magic for a long time to come.

He had to prepare for the worst as much as possible: since they were not tailor-made at Ollivanders, and stolen wands could easily become "consumables", it was best for him to steal more at once.

"This is no easy task."

Peter Pettigrew felt that it was best for him to sneak away to Diagon Alley once, because only in Ollivander's shop could he have the opportunity to steal a large number of wands at once, and it might not be discovered for a long time.

(End of this chapter)