Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 208: Galleons are not just for Slytherin
"Yes, that's right."

It's just that he took an advanced class in advance. There was no need for Bourne to hide it.

"I received an invitation from the professor last year, but mainly because I am a natural Magus shapeshifter. The dean felt that I must be properly guided. Otherwise, it may be dangerous when I transform."

"Okay, small talk can wait until after the club activities are over," the Slytherin prefect interrupted the conversation between Bourne and Hermione.

Although the name sounds funny, this fanai's personality is actually quite old-fashioned.

"Professor McGonagall must have been waiting for a while. We need to speed up and pass the test," he expressed his meaning concisely.

And it's quite correct.

Bourne ended the conversation calmly, then picked up the parchment invitation and put it in front of his eyes.

After walking into the foyer, the address information above automatically changed into a new piece of content. This is also one of the many advanced techniques of transfiguration.

Hermione then realized that the address information cracked yesterday evening (in fact, she was very proud of it), actually contained more hidden content that had not been discovered.

The little witch couldn't help but blush.

She quickly lowered her head and focused her eyes on the parchment to hide her slightly hot face.

"The key to solving the problem is to consider several exceptions to Gamp's law of deformation," Byrne looked at the text prompt and immediately came to his own conclusion.

It turns out that Professor McGonagall gave the test to let these little wizards use the things already in the hall to complete a transformation and cast a spell.

She wanted them to conjure some very valuable items, and the higher the value, the better, with no upper limit.

The reason why Byrne thought of several exceptions to Gamp's law of deformation is because the qualifier "high value" makes people think of gold.

According to the exceptions to Gamp's law of transformation, gold cannot be transformed directly using transfiguration (but it can be transformed with the assistance of alchemy, but this is completely uneconomical, because it is only the cost of materials required to use alchemy) , definitely more expensive than gold produced).

"What do you think?" Bourne asked.

This time it was the turn of the Ravenclaw senior Crevat to answer him, because the latest development that the small circle had just discussed was what she had thought of.

"Percy thought we could use Transfiguration to conjure up badges and trophies - like the ones Professor Lockhart liked to wear - the Order of Merlin, the Prefect's Badge, the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, he thought. 'value' can pass the test.

However, Houchi feels that these things cannot be recognized because they are worthless without actual deeds to back them up.

Therefore, he wanted to transform some fake galleons or other types of gems and gold coins, but they must be exquisite enough and able to maintain the transformation effect for a period of time. After all, the transformation spell cannot directly produce gold, and can only rely on the first two points to reflect its value.

My thoughts are different from theirs.

You know, 'value' is actually a subjective judgment, and because Professor McGonagall gave us all a common test, it's probably impossible that she didn't think of this aspect, so I think the key to passing the test may be at the end. On the measurement mechanism..."

Crevat talked eloquently, and as she made her thoughts known to the public, other people around her (small circle) also began to think about the views she raised, and it didn't take long for almost everyone to agree.

Hermione was simply stunned.

In the past, during class, except for Bourne's occasional outstanding performance, she was almost the best student in the class.

Most students in Gryffindor House (and even several other houses) admit that she is the most talented little witch in their year.

And on the first day she joined the Transfiguration Club, she discovered how ridiculous the complacency she had been in the past was. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. It turns out that there are so many amazing and talented seniors and seniors hidden in the other grades of the four houses of Hogwarts.

Percy was better at taking care of others. He might have noticed the hint of disappointment in the elementary school girl's eyes. Just like he cheered up Bourne during the first club event last year, he immediately cheered up Hermione.

"How's it going? Club activities are fun." He said, "You should be the second little wizard to be invited to participate in the activities in the second grade. The last one to receive this honor was my eldest brother Bill. He was a A true genius.

His OWLs and NEWT scores set records for the highest scores in the history of Hogwarts in each subject.

Judging from the current situation, I think the young Hogwarts wizard who is most likely to challenge and refresh Bill's record in the near future may be Granger. "

Hermione blushed again at the praise. Today, the little witch's mood was like riding a roller coaster. She fell down with a "swish" and then went up with a "swish". The main focus was excitement.

Not only Percy, but also Clearwater patted Hermione on the shoulder, and even Fanet, the head boy of Slytherin House, nodded in affirmation and encouragement to the little Gryffindor girl.

Of course, the atmosphere was good. After all, they were trying to find a way to pass Professor McGonagall's test.

Therefore, after taking care of the newcomer Hermione's mentality, these senior students immediately turned their attention to Bourne. Because through the previous year of joint activities, Byrne has won the trust and respect of many of them.

Byrne had already begun to take action at this time. He began to walk around and look around in this door room, carefully searching every corner of the wall.

"What are you looking for?" Crevat asked curiously: "Are you looking for something to use as a material for transformation?"

Others also focused their attention on Bourne.

So, while searching, he replied: "As you said, the concept of 'value' has a lot of subjective elements. Then I think Professor McGonagall will prepare a sufficiently objective criterion for us. For example, as expected... …”

While talking, he happened to open a biscuit box, and found a familiar little friend in the box - the little Khan lying in the box, sleeping soundly.

As we all know, Little Khan is a hybrid Niffler, who inherited some of the instincts of this magical animal, the Niffler.

If someone had just conjured a gold coin (or similar item), then it is estimated that the little guy's sixth sense would be triggered immediately, causing him to instinctively wake up from his sleep and start hunting for treasure.

However, Bourne now directly fished the little Khan out of the biscuit box and placed it in front of everyone.

"I guess it is the referee of the test." Although he said it was a guess, Bourne's tone was extremely certain. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Once they found the key to solving the problem, the little wizards no longer had to think hard, rolled up their sleeves and started changing.

Hermione turned a pot of grapes in the room into the nuts that Little Khan liked to eat (as the star pet in Hogwarts Castle, Little Khan's eating habits have been known to many people); Fanai followed the rules. The parchment inside turned into the shape of a golden galleons, but the exquisite pattern on it was changed to look like a little khan; Percy was not to be outdone, and waved his wand to create a large, golden medal, with the following words engraved on it. A line of words "Hogwarts Pet Star Medal"...

In fact, when someone started to use the transformation technique, the little Khan suddenly woke up from his sleep.

However, it was probably because Professor McGonagall had warned it in advance that it did not put the things conjured by the little wizards directly into the seamless expansion pocket on its belly, but started to pick and choose them.

It seems to know that none of this is real, and that these tall "big sniffers" in front of it are all created by the transformation technique. If it had to take one piece to keep, it would have to pick the best one.

It's just that for those with picky eyes, like Little Khan, high EQ means that they can't make choices easily now, while low EQ means that they can't look down on anything.

Naturally, the little wizard present turned his attention to Bourne again, which means: This is your little ancestor (bushi), so you must know what his favorite thing is.

Seeing this, Bourne stepped forward confidently, and the wand gently touched the parchment in his hand.

Without chanting a spell, just following his thoughts, the ordinary piece of parchment turned into a piece of paper filled with the highest praise of mankind, and one end of the paper was engraved with the Imperial Sky Eagle emblem made of red ink. .

He conjured a purity mark!
The little Khan's eyes suddenly lit up, he opened his little paws and stood up on his two hind legs.

However, facing those hopeful little eyes, Bourne just shook his head and said, "You are not qualified to possess this badge of honor," and then put the purity mark into his transforming lizard wallet.

Instead, it was a branch he took out of his wallet - it was a fragment of the Whomping Willow branch. After repairing the magic engine of the Hogwarts Express, Bourne still had a few raw materials in his hand. ——Then Bourne simply transformed it into a small bat.

"You already have a broomstick and a bat, and you can go play Quidditch."

Bourne handed the bat to the little Khan, and the half-blood Sniffer immediately got rid of the disappointment of not getting the purity mark and spun around in circles excitedly.

And the moment the little Khan took over the bat, the door in the foyer opened inwards, and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club activities this semester were officially held at the same time.

It is now 9:30 on Saturday morning, and at the same time, the members of the Gryffindor team were "escorted" to the Quidditch pitch by Wood.

The Gryffindor players arrived in the locker room. Only Wood seemed to be fully awake. Fred and George Weasley sat there, their eyes puffy and their hair disheveled. The fourth-grade girl next to her, Alia Spinnet, seemed to be dozing off against the wall. The other two Chasers, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, sat across from each other, yawning profusely.

"Harry, hurry up and put on your equipment. Don't let everyone have their hands idle." Wood said energetically: "Also, before going on the court, I want to say a few words about the tactical seminar last night. After that, I slightly changed part of the new training plan, I think it must be effective..."

Wood held up a large diagram of a Quidditch pitch, with lines, arrows, and crosses drawn in various colors.

He took out his wand and pointed it towards the drawing board. The arrows squirmed on the drawing like caterpillars. As Wood began to explain the focus of his new tactical training, Fred Weasley's head dropped to Arya's shoulder and he snored.

It took nearly five minutes to finish the first board, but there were second and third boards below it. Wood's monotonous voice spoke and spoke, and Harry fell into a trance.

"That's it," Wood finally said, snapping Harry out of his reverie about what breakfast would be in the castle.

"Is it clear? What's the problem?"

"I have a question, Oliver," joked George, who had just woken up: "Why didn't you tell us yesterday when we were all awake?"

Wood was a little unhappy.

"Listen, guys," he said solemnly, "although our level is obviously higher than other teams, unfortunately, there will always be some situations that are beyond our control at the Hogwarts Cup..."

Wood took some time to control his emotions, "...so this year we have to work harder and harder!

Okay, let’s put our new theory into practice! "

After speaking out loud, Wood grabbed his broom and led the way out of the locker room; his players followed behind, yawning and dragging numb legs.

They had been in the locker room for so long that the sun was already high, but there was still some residual fog floating on the stadium lawn.

When Harry walked into the stadium, he found Ron and Neville sitting in the stands.

"You've been in the locker room for a long time." Ron waved to his good brother and said hello to Harry and his two brothers.

"We haven't started practicing yet," Harry looked at the bread and jam that Ron and Neville brought out from the Great Hall with envy. "Wood told us new tactics." He got on the broom, kicked on the ground, and whizzed. The ground flew up. The cool morning breeze slapped his cheek, making him much more awake than Wood's long speech. It feels good to be back on the Quidditch pitch. He flew around the field as fast as he could, competing with Fred and George.

"Where's the clicking sound coming from?"

Fred shouted as they turned the corner quickly.

Harry looked towards the stands and found that the sound was actually made by the first-year student Colin Creevey. He was sitting in the highest row of seats, holding a camera and taking pictures one after another. , in the empty stadium, the sound of the shutter was strangely amplified.

"Look this way, Harry!" screamed Colin.

"Who's that?" Fred asked.

"I don't know." Harry lied, accelerating suddenly and getting as far away from Colin as possible.

"What's going on?" Wood flew to them and asked with a frown, "Why is that freshman taking pictures? I don't like it. He may be a Slytherin spy and wants to spy on our new training plan."

"He's from Gryffindor," Harry said quickly.

"Slytherins don't need spies, Oliver," said George.

"How do you know?" Wood asked testily.

"Because they came on their own," George said, pointing down.

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said in an indignant voice, "I reserved the course today! We want to see it!"

Wood sprinted to the ground, landing a little heavier than he expected because of his anger.

He got off the broom somewhat unsteadily.

Harry, Fred and George followed.

"Flint!" Wood shouted at the captain of the Slytherin team: "This is our training time! We woke up early just for this! Get out, please!"

Marcus Flint was bigger than Wood. He replied with the cunning look of a troll: "It's a big place here, Wood. But if you insist, it's not like we can't get out of here."

Aaliyah, Angelina and Katie also came looking for the sound. There were no girls in the Slytherin team. They stood side by side in a row, looking at the Gryffindor team members sideways with exactly the same expressions.

"Originally..." Flint said, "...we are here to train new seekers."

"You have a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where is it?"

His eyes swept over the Slytherin team members one by one, but he did not find any strange figures.

At this moment, six tall Slytherin senior students took a step to both sides, and a smaller boy appeared. The little wizard had a proud smile on his pale pointed face.

He is Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred asked disgustedly.

"It's interesting that you actually mentioned Draco's father," all the members of the Slytherin team smiled even more proudly, "Then please take a look at the gift he generously gave to the Slytherin team."

The seven people raised their brooms forward together. Seven brand-new, smooth and shiny flying broomsticks, with seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001", dazzled the eyes of the Gryffindor players in the morning sun.

"Latest model, just came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly, lightly dusting a speck of dust off the top of his broom.

"I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old Sweep Seven," he smiled maliciously at Fred and George, who each had a handful of Sweep Seven in their hands. , "Use them to sweep the floor."

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment. Malfoy smiled so happily that his cold eyes turned into slits.

"Oh, look," said Flint, "someone broke into the ballpark."

Ron and Neville came down from the stands and crossed the lawn to see what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked Harry, "Why don't you play ball? What is he doing here?"

Ron looked at Malfoy in surprise, wearing the dark green Slytherin Quidditch uniform.

"I am the new Seeker of the Slytherin team, Weasley," Malfoy said proudly, "and just now, everyone was admiring the new broom my dad bought for our Slytherin team."

Ron stared blankly at the seven Nimbus 2001s in front of him. As a Quidditch fan and broomstick cloud expert, he naturally recognized their models.

"Nice, isn't it?" Malfoy said pleasantly, "But maybe Gryffindor can get some gold to buy a few new brooms. You can cash in the prize and sell those Sweeping Seven Stars. I think the museum can do that. Bid for them, after all, they can be considered antiques in a sense, hahaha.”

As Malfoy laughed, the members of the Slytherin team also laughed wildly, making Wood so angry that he almost rushed over to fight them.

However, perhaps out of fear of a certain Gryffindor substitute, Flint did not choose to continue challenging Wood.

After successfully pretending to be 6, he immediately chose to leave the Quidditch field with the team members. According to him, if you have a good broomstick to train seekers, it is not impossible to do it above the complex buildings of Hogwarts Castle.

After the Slytherin team left, and after noticing that the team members' spirits had dropped, Neville, who was usually not good at words, said for the first time: "At least... at least our academy's team relies on You are powerful, and we all support you..."

Ron looked at his roommate in surprise, and then patted his shoulder hard.

The other Gryffindor team members also had a smile on their faces, and they all gave a thumbs up to Neville, who was a little shy after receiving the praise.

"Okay, everyone," Wood nodded, raised his clenched fist, and said to the other team members like a general issuing orders: "It's not like we haven't encountered similar situations. It doesn't matter if the equipment is almost the same. Morale and technology will always come first at Hogwarts."

Because they were holding their breath, the Gryffindor players changed their decadence when they woke up in the morning and trained extra seriously in the morning.

So, when it was time for lunch, Bourne and Hermione, who had finished the activities of Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, walked into the auditorium and saw seven Quidditch players who seemed to be competing with Ruth.

"You'd better eat slowly." Ron handed Harry his favorite fried chicken drumstick, and also pushed the plum sauce over.

"What's wrong with them?" Hermione couldn't help but ask Ron as soon as she sat down. "I have never seen them so hungry after training before, right?"

Ron put on an expression like "╮(╯▽╰)╭", said helplessly "Alas", and then told Bourne and Hermione about the Slytherin team on the Quidditch pitch. Behavior to show off wealth.

"How could they do this? It's too much." The little witch Hermione exploded upon hearing this.

Fred took over: "Yes, we will not lose, Gryffindor is never afraid of challenges!"

Wood had already finished eating, and Flint and the others also walked into the auditorium at this time, so he simply stood up and said loudly: "Even a team built with gold galleons, without good cooperation and hard training, still can't It’s a qualified Quidditch team!”

When Flint heard what Wood said, he subconsciously wanted to retort, but he had to lower his head before he could say anything.

A flapping sound of wings passed right over his head, and more than twenty owls rushed straight into the auditorium.

They came in pairs, carrying a total of twelve long packages. One of the packages even had silver decorative patterns printed on the wrapper.

The place where these boxes were delivered was the long dining table in Gryffindor House. Twelve "airdrops" were dropped one after another by the owl postman, knocking over a series of pots and pans and knocking over many people's cups, dishes, and chopsticks.

"Damn it, what are these guys going to do?" Ron complained, covering his head.

He and Harry were sitting together, so they were both hit on the head by the most gorgeous long package.

Although Harry was grinning while holding his head that was smashed out, the shape of these packages reminded him of a similar incident that happened last year.

"Wait a minute," he gasped, partly because of the pain and partly out of pure surprise, "doesn't these packages also contain..."

He glanced at Ron.

And Ron reacted immediately.

The two little wizards opened the package in a hurry. Seeing this, the rest of the Gryffindor team also followed suit and opened the package that fell in front of them.

"Merlin's beard!"

"I'm not dreaming, is there a unicorn that bumped into me in the dream?"

"What are you dreaming about? The most you can dream about is a giant monster hitting you on the head with a big stick!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the Gryffindor table, attracting the attention of all the little wizards in the auditorium.

As if twitching, Wood picked up the "gift" in the package in front of him with both hands - yes, there was a card in the package that said "From Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Wood" - It was a Nimbus 2001. It was even more expensive than the Nimbus 2001 that Slytherin showed them this morning, because they were obviously high-end versions of this model.

And when Wood and the others set their sights on the package that Harry received.

Unlike those little wizards who had just come over, gathered around Harry, and kept guessing at the weird-looking broomstick, all the members of the Gryffindor team seemed to be pressed. The screen shows the pause button.

They were all frozen.

"Am I right?" George rubbed his eyes, and then pinched his face.

"No, you read that right, because we saw the same thing." Fred patted his twin brother's cheek gently with a "pop" sound.

However, George no longer cares whether Fred takes advantage of him or not. After receiving a positive reply from Fred, he jumped up to the long Gryffindor table with both hands on his hands.

"Fire! Crossbow! Arrows!" He raised his hands and punched the ceiling in excitement, "We have firebolts! Ahhhhhh!"

(End of this chapter)