Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 206 Resurrection of the Dead?

A Cornish elf saw Bourne, blinked, and then rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand.

Then, it became excited.

"@#￥%..."

A sharp, rapping and severe fricative sound suddenly burst out of its mouth.

It is difficult for humans to understand the language of this humanoid elf, but Bourne is not an ordinary person: mind reading, which is what wizards often call Legilimency talent, has gradually been revealed at an age when his psychic powers are becoming more apparent. .

Bourne "understood" what the Cornish elf was saying. It was introducing itself and trying to remind Bourne of the meeting at the Pillars of Hercules.

"It turns out to be you!"

Bourne projected his thoughts to it, and the Cornish elf understood it instantly, and then imitated a bee and danced the "eight-figure dance" in the air.

It was showing its buttocks to Burne - the wound there had completely healed - and the white fresh essential oil that Professor Kettleburn had rubbed on it was working wonders.

As a highly social humanoid creature, Cornish elves have a strong sense of family (or group). When one elf recognizes Bourne as a friend who has helped him, other Cornish elves The elves in your county also accepted this concept very quickly.

So they all gathered before Bourne. Some hovered in the air, some landed on his desk, and the Cornish elf who first recognized him even landed on Bourne's shoulder.

The little wizards, who originally had to endure the storm of harassment from these little things, were relieved because of this. Neville, who was sitting next to Bourne, finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his red ears, and then the child leaned his head over curiously.

"How did you do that?" Neville asked Bourne curiously, thinking that Bourne had just cast some spell on these Cornish elves.

However, Bourne only spread his palms. "I didn't do anything," he said, "I got to know one of these Cornish elves, and now they all know me. And the reason I got to know that little guy is because we were there during the summer holidays. , an adventure I had by chance while on vacation with my grandpa.”

After all, on the day he visited the Pillars of Hercules, he chopped down a Slaanesh-tainted Orgy with his chainsword.

Rounding things off, it can indeed be regarded as an adventure, but it’s just that the level of difficulty is relatively low.

"Then you are really awesome..."

Neville quietly gave Bourne a thumbs up, but just as the child continued to want to ask something, the "protagonist" of this class appeared beside them.

(With Lockhart's teaching style, he is the most handsome boy on the center stage in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.)
"Are you okay," the professor said with an expression of eager concern, "Originally I wanted to cast a spell, but who would have thought that just by recognizing me, these cunning little devils would be so frightened that they would move. I don’t dare to move anymore – I originally wanted to use them to teach everyone a spell – what a pity.”

Then, Lockhart introduced the topic and explained the spell he was "going to teach" to the young wizards——

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He explained it in front of the Cornish elves. Their responses to this are also very simple and crude, and the word Bourne "hears" most often from their minds is... "Silly X".

"Can you trust him?" Ron shouted dissatisfied while walking in the corridor after class.

He was bitten on the ear by an elf during class, and it still hurts a little now.

"He just wants to give us some practice opportunities." Hermione patted Ron dissatisfied.

She was currently carrying a Transfiguration basket that was originally a cage for Cornish elves.

Before the get out of class ended, Bourne used a little more "humanity" and asked Lockhart not to put the Cornish elf in a cage, but to leave it to him to take care of it temporarily. When classes resume in other houses, he You can help Lockhart deliver them.

Lockhart agreed.

After the bell rang, Bourne took the Cornish elf to the troll camp on the edge of the Forbidden Forest - there is a saying that when he returned to Hogwarts Castle and resumed his duties of patrolling the Forbidden Forest, , those trolls who had been unruly for more than two months during the summer vacation and caused Hagrid quite a headache have once again become hygienic and polite - the place is very big, and the trolls are quite obedient. It would be perfect for a few Cornish elves to be kept there.

However, before he could go down the stairs, a magic painting hanging on the wall sent him a message.

Principal Dumbledore has something to do with him.

Therefore, Bourne could only hand over the basket of Cornish elves to Hermione and ask her to help take them back to the Gryffindor lounge, and then send them to the Forbidden Forest when he returned.

"practice?"

Harry tried to touch an elf, but it ducked out of the way and stuck out its tongue at him.

"Hermione, I don't think that Mr. Lockhart knows what he's doing. That spell of his is simply amazing... We've all tried it in class, except for making the Cornish elf laugh. Other than that, it had no effect at all.”

"Nonsense," Hermione said, "You have all read Professor Lockhart's books, right? Think about the amazing things he once did. That spell must be very difficult, and we must have not learned its essence, otherwise How come no one can use it normally?"

Ron muttered: "Maybe he just made it up, just like the phrase 'sunshine, butter and daisies' that George and Fred taught me before I went to school..."

Seeing that Hermione was about to explode, Harry quickly changed the topic for the sake of his good brother's head.

"You said that Principal Dumbledore came to Bourne for temporary help. What happened?"

In fact, he was very curious about it.

It was clear that school had just started not long ago, and theoretically Bourne could not be blamed for the delay of the Hogwarts Express.

So, why did Dumbledore still look for Bourne? If the headmaster really wanted to find the culprit, he should go to Lockhart.
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Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

Bourne has been here several times.

However, every time he passed through the gate guarded by the gargoyle statue, he seemed to see something different.

This time, the principal's office was set up as a large, empty room with elegant beige walls, a large carved desk and several red embroidered sofas that never seemed to get dirty.

In the center of the room, a gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs, illuminating every corner around it.

The purple curtains and carpets bring strong contrast and bring out the warmth and comfort of this room.

The whole room was filled with a mysterious atmosphere. The magical silver alchemy equipment Bourne had seen before was constantly spitting out white smoke, like a humidifier, continuously injecting many magical elements into the room. Behind the red silk curtain beside the bed, there is a wooden box with a mercury-like light and mysterious atmosphere that makes people want to open it with their own hands and see the contents inside.

There are some ancient books on the bookshelf near the window, each page recording an ancient power and knowledge.

There are some silver writings on the spine, and they are shiny and attractive. Above the bookshelf, portraits of past principals of Hogwarts hang, attracting the attention of visitors and reminding everyone of the rich history this castle has.

"Coming, Bourne? I didn't expect you to come to me, an old man, so quickly."

Just as Bourne looked left and right, but could not find Dumbledore in the room, with a burst of sparks and crackling sounds, the old man with white hair and beard was brought back by the fire phoenix Fawkes. Arrive at his exclusive office.

"Principal Black informed me, so I rushed back from the Ministry of Magic in London." As he said that, Dumbledore patted the non-existent dust on his body, then raised his legs and walked towards the only person in the office. The high-backed chair.

He asked Bourne to sit across the table as well.

"What do you want from me?" Bourne asked first. Before coming to the office, he imagined many possibilities, but in the end he couldn't decide.

Dumbledore nodded.

The old principal didn't seem to be surprised by Bourne's "impatient" attitude. He just took out a photo from his pocket.

He said: "If it were other little wizards, I might not show this photo to them, but I believe you are brave enough."

The focus of this magic photo is a bit strange, because it features a person, a dead person to be precise.

The man was lying in front of the fireplace, covered in blood, with a wallpaper knife stuck in his back, and his face and limbs had marks torn apart by sharp claws.

There were some muddy shoe prints around him. The pattern of the shoe prints suggested that the assailant must have been wearing a pair of large work protective shoes.

Magic photos can move.

After continuing to show the image of the deceased for more than ten seconds, the content in the photo changed to the ground after the person was lifted up. White lines were drawn on the ground, and in the middle of a pool of blood, it was soaked in blood. The wooden floor clearly revealed a name drawn with a wallpaper knife.

"Fenrir Greyback?"

Bourne read out the name, his expression didn't change at all, and he seemed to have no trouble with the name in his heart.

"Originally, I thought you would be surprised when you saw this name," Dumbledore said with a hint of surprise. "I've already made two miscalculations today, and I hope I don't miscalculate a third time."

Bourne shrugged his shoulders, "It has been nearly ten years. The owner of this name has probably returned to the material cycle of nature long ago."

Of course Bourne remembers Fenrir Greyback.

This guy's head was pulled out by his own hands when he was three or four years old.

But apart from the fact that the other party was a werewolf and that guy was so confident that he had something to do with Fenris, Bourne didn't have a deep impression of Fenrir.

After all, compared to the enemies he had killed before, that werewolf was really weak.

In addition to being taller and larger than a human being, that guy's actual combat power is most likely inferior to that of an adult male from Catachan. Even a fart in Waaagh state might kill him in a one-on-one duel. . At this level, he still licks his face and keeps calling himself "Fenrir". That guy will most likely not survive a month on the planet Fenris.

"You're right." Dumbledore nodded again. He really couldn't refute Bourne's statement. What the kid said was very reasonable.

But the old headmaster immediately spoke again: "But do you know, the reason why I hurriedly went to the Ministry of Magic today is because Fenrir Greyback appeared again - although we all know that that evil monster He’s been dead for many years—someone has committed several murders in his name.”

"But shouldn't this be Scotland Yard's concern? Even if the case involves wizards, shouldn't the matter be left to the Aurors?"

Bourne's implication was that he was asking a question. He didn't understand how Dumbledore could be involved in such a vicious murder case.

Moreover, even if the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic needs external help, they should find a seer to perform divination.

Although Dumbledore has great powers, is the old headmaster not a detective who knows how to investigate cases?

"It's because of Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew, who escaped from Azkaban Prison." Dumbledore gave an answer that was indeed beyond Bourne's expectations.

"The photo you see is the source of this series of murders that the Aurors found after some investigation. The location is in North Yorkshire."

As he spoke, Dumbledore's arm brushed across the huge mahogany table, and some fine silver-white sand appeared on it.

These sands form the map of Britain, and on the middle and lower part of the east coastline, a single wolf head marks the location of the crime. Not only that, but the positions of two other wolf heads appeared on the map. If they were connected in a line, one end of the extension line would point to London.

"The other end of this line..." Dumbledore said, pointing on the map with his finger, but did not point out the specific location. “…it just so happens that it’s the Azkaban prison somewhere in the North Sea.

The Auror stationed there reported the loss of a broomstick a few days ago. However, the Ministry of Magic's logistics department initially thought that they wanted to find someone to report to in order to apply for more subsidies, so they did not accept the report.

After the 'werewolf' murder case occurred, the members of the Auror Office investigation team discovered this problem, so they made a special trip to Azkaban.

As a result, they discovered that Peter Pettigrew had actually escaped from prison. "

Dumbledore spoke as if he was stating a fact, as if he had known this would happen for a long time.

"So, why did you call me to the principal's office?"

Byrne raised his doubts.

"Whether it's Peter Pettigrew escaping from prison or him using the identity of Fenrir Greyback to commit serial murders, what does this have to do with me?"

Byrne's words were not cold-blooded, he was just talking about the situation.

In fact, if Dumbledore would write a note allowing him to leave Hogwarts Castle and "hunt" outside for a few days, Bourne would actually be quite willing.

(End of this chapter)