Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 209 Thank you generously

Compared to other Gryffindor players who were overjoyed to receive Nimbus 2001 and Firebolt, Bourne was much calmer after receiving the gift.

Not to mention the past experiences of riding a motorcycle with White Scar, hijacking the green-skinned snake-biting war boss Furious Squig, and using the Eldar's suspended airship to drag their fellow racers to play high-altitude bumper cars...

Just the broomstick tailor-made for him by his Grandpa Horace gave Bourne a strong immunity to these expensive gifts.

He immediately figured out who had given the Gryffindor team such generous gifts.

"I can't think of any other answer except that man."

Looking at the cards mixed in the gift package, Bourne couldn't help but admire Sirius's courage once again, because he generously left the two elegant letters [SB] on the signature on the card.

Gryffindor was in a state of carnival, and the heated atmosphere almost overturned the roof of the auditorium, which soon attracted the attention of the professors.

The first professor who appeared was, as expected, Professor Lockhart, who would be found wherever there were more people.

Looking at Gryffindor's total of twelve high-end broomsticks, anyone who knows a little bit about Quidditch and can do some arithmetic can figure out how much it costs!

"Merlin's beard!"

No matter how much he liked to brag, Lockhart couldn't shamelessly put this generous donation on his head.

These broomsticks, even the most conservative estimate, add up to almost 20,000 gold galleons!
Although he might be able to get it together if he gritted his teeth, if he really had to spend so much money, Lockhart's savings, which he had worked hard for half his life, would probably be wiped out at once.

He even had to owe Gringotts some loans.

Therefore, Professor Lockhart could only brag in another way. He began to brag to the young wizards about playing Quidditch in school.

The Ravenclaw students around him, as long as they had some common sense, couldn't help but cover their faces in embarrassment.

Because they all know in their hearts: Ever since the sport of Quidditch was introduced to Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw team's slogan has always been "Enjoy the Game."

After Lockhart appeared, Professor McGonagall and Snape soon arrived.

When he saw that the Gryffindor players were all holding Nimbus 2001, and Harry Potter was actually holding a brand new Firebolt, Snape just frowned in displeasure.

However, when he saw the familiar [SB] signature on the card in the hand of Professor McGonagall, who wanted to find out who made such a large donation, the Slytherin Headmaster's face suddenly turned into a look of astonishment. Same style as Letling.

"Oyster!" He almost said this through gritted teeth, and then without any explanation he wanted to reach out and snatch the Firebolt from Harry Potter's hand.

"Let me check this broom." Snape said to Harry in a tone that was almost scolding: "I don't know which bedbug in the sewer sent this thing, but you kid actually dared to get it in your hands. , What a brain!"

Harry blushed immediately when he was told this.

He had no intention of handing over the Firebolt in his hand - especially to Snape. Although he wanted to check the safety of the broom, who knew whether the Head of Slytherin would do something on it? Hands and feet - after all, the Quidditch spirit of Slytherin House is all about "The Emperor's New Clothes."

"Professor?" Harry turned to his dean and handed over the Firebolt at the same time.

Professor McGonagall stretched out her wand and tapped it gently. This broomstick, which might even be more expensive than the same weight of gold galleons, floated into the air in an instant.

Not only that, the other eleven Nimbus 2001 also broke free from the hands of the little wizards and hovered in mid-air.

The Vice-Principal is a powerful witch. In less than a minute, she cast 7 or 8 spells on twelve broomsticks in front of everyone at the same time.

"No problem," she finally nodded in confirmation. Many students didn't even know what detection spells she had just used. "I have already verified that there are no poison spells, jinxes or curses attached to these brooms. Light. The wheel company's special verification spells have also passed the test. They are indeed products produced by the original factory, and they were only produced in the past few months. But..."

Dean McGonagall stretched out her arm and immediately took the Firebolt into her hand.

"... Because the Firebolt was just a concept product being promoted before, and there was no special universal verification spell, so if I want to verify whether it is safe, I have to fly it myself and give it a try. So, Harry, You come to me again tomorrow...oh, no, the day after tomorrow to take back the Firebolt."

Faced with the concern of his dean, Harry could only say "thank you" politely.

Snape, on the other hand, seemed a little dissatisfied with Professor McGonagall's decision.

"Professor McGonagall, do you mean to agree to allow Gryffindor students to ride and use these advanced broomsticks donated by 'unknown persons' during Quidditch matches? Especially the Firebolt. You know That’s equipment that even the professional team’s seekers don’t have access to, it’s not fair!”

"Equipment is also part of strength!" Before Professor McGonagall could say anything, Wood said it loudly.

He seemed to have forgotten what he said in the past few hours, "Using equipment to suppress others can only be the preserve of cowardly Slytherins", "The greatness of Gryffindor comes from the courage flowing in our veins" and so on words.

"There are only seven people playing Quidditch, but you have 2001 in Nimbus 11!" How could Snape be refuted by a student? He immediately retorted, "Isn't this a game? A waste?"

However, this time it was Professor McGonagall who answered him. "There are only seven people on the field, but there are five Gryffindor substitutes, and the substitutes also have to participate in training." She said, "What's more, broomsticks are inherently consumables, and training and competitions also have It may cause damage to the broom, and the 7 Nimbus 5 can be used to replace it in case of emergency."

Snape was indeed speechless this round. He may have something to say, but facing this professor who once taught him, even though he has now become the dean of Slytherin House, he still maintains respect and a certain degree of fear.

With the support of his dean, Wood immediately said that he would start targeted training in the afternoon. Even substitutes like Byrne had to fly for several hours to run in the new equipment.

According to him, he has never played in such a rich game in his life. How can he be worthy of these new equipment if he doesn't practice hard?

As a result, on this sunny Saturday afternoon, almost the entire Gryffindor crowd came out.

All the little lions ran to the auditorium of the Quidditch field and watched the flight drills performed by their team members on their new broomsticks.

Wood was naturally very excited.

He even waved his hand, not caring that some students from the other three colleges were also sitting in the audience, and asked the team members to use all the tactics that he had hidden and spent a whole summer designing. Performed it once.

In this regard, Byrne feels that he may have completely understood Wood's command philosophy, which is: "If you are poor, you will use tactics, and if you are rich, you will be bombed."

This is actually very good, the effect is also very powerful, and more importantly, it is more appetizing to Bourne.

However, originally he, the "substitute", had to fly on the court for two full hours, but in the end, he only flew for half that time before he was called away due to something unexpected.

Principal Dumbledore had something to do with him. The Aurors responsible for "protecting" him had come, and he had to meet with these people. For some unknown reason, the meeting location was not in the principal's office or Professor McGonagall's office, but in the potions classroom where the little wizards usually had classes.

"If it weren't for the Potions class, I'm afraid no one would come here." Bourne guessed that besides the Aurors and Principal Dumbledore, Professor Snape was also present.

Perhaps because of the need to receive guests, this classroom also rarely had a fireplace. The silver-white chandelier reflected the dark green glass dome in the basement, emitting a dim but just right light; under the stone fireplace on the wall behind the classroom, the crackle of burning wood could be heard constantly.

"Actually, I don't hate the sound of fire burning wood. It's just that some stupid people will spread rumors - they imagine the crackling sound of burning wood as a stereotype of potions - so I I don’t like lighting a fireplace in the classroom.”

While using tongs to pull the firewood in the fireplace, Snape said to Dumbledore, who was sitting on the chair next to the fireplace.

"Thank you very much for your consideration and for being able to lend me this classroom." The old principal nodded and put his hands close to the flame: "Although it is only September, for an old man like me, the shade is too cold. Sitting in a basement for a long time is really not a very good experience.”

After speaking, he looked at the silver crucible hanging above the fireplace. "It would be better if I could have another cup of sweet tea. I remember that this summer you wrote an application and purchased a lot of Patchouli thistle. That kind of herb can actually be used to make tea... Of course, you have to add some milk. And honey.”

"Yeah. I don't mind, as long as you don't mind that the cauldron once contained a sloth's brain.

Of course, if I don't clean it well, the sloth brain plus the patchouli thistle can actually make a sobering potion. Not only can it speed up the healing of trauma, it can also help wizards resist sleeping potions such as Living Hell Soup. "

Snape replied in a casual tone, but he still succeeded in making Dumbledore give up his intention of making him make a pot of sweet tea.

"Well, this is called professionalism." Bourne, who listened to the conversation between the professor and the principal, mentally gave Snape a thumbs up.

Compared to these two cunning old foxes (who pretended to stay out of it), the group of people from the Ministry of Magic seemed less professional - or to be more precise - less smart.

First of all, in addition to the several Aurors who had been "vaccinated" by Dumbledore before, the Ministry of Magic actually sent a civilian employee.

That man's name is Coban Yaxley.

Although he is said to be a civil servant, this Yaxley has a face full of flesh and a fierce look.

His facial features looked a bit dull, he was taller than Snape, and his gloomy face didn't match the gorgeous silver robes he wore.

Even though he claimed to be in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (the same department as the Auror Office), several Aurors led by Kingsley did not seem to regard him as one of their own at all.

They stand clearly apart from each other.

"Hello, little Slughorn."

This Yaxley addressed Bourne very rudely, without even adding the word "sir".

"I am now an official of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the reason why I came to Hogwarts Castle is to ask you to cooperate with us.

First of all, I ask you to recall the scene when you were attacked by Fenrir Greyback.

But please note that if your confession is not clear enough, we will have specialized people perform Legilimency on you.

Because every word the executioner said and every action he took could become important clues for us to catch him again. "

Yaxley lowered his head and looked at the 12-year-old Bourne, with a rather playful expression on his face, as if scaring the child could bring him some pleasure.

After all, his words made Dumbledore frown. Even Slytherin Dean Snape, who equally disliked everyone in Gryffindor, began to hit himself with his wand. palm.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kingsley Shacklebolt couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly at this informant who was placed in his team for nothing by some "annoying guy" from the Ministry of Magic. "How dare you say that in front of a child? Who allowed you to use Legilimency on an underage wizard? What qualifications do you have?"

Yaxley snorted coldly from his nostrils and did not answer Kingsley, as if he didn't even bother to answer the question.

He just continued to look down at Bourne: "Little Slughorn, you... why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

Bourne answered honestly: "I'm looking at the ceiling of this basement. I need to know its height because it is necessary for me to tell you Mr. Yaxley the scene of that year."

"What kind of tricks are you doing? I'm warning..."

Before Yaxley finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, he could no longer lower his head and look down at the little wizard who had just turned 12 years old.

Because Bourne completed the transformation of the Primaris Astartes Magus in front of him!

"The guy who called himself 'Fenrir' at that time also said the same thing as you. He also said that he wanted to 'warn me', but..."

Bourne stretched out a hand, grabbed Yaxley's head, and easily lifted the adult male wizard, who was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed nearly 200 kilograms, into the air.

Yaxley tried to resist, he even picked up his wand. But the moment he raised his arm, the wand broke into two pieces as if cut by some invisible blade.

Bourne didn't need to look back to know that this was the "Shadow's Edge" used by the headmaster of Slytherin - no matter how much he hated the little lions of Gryffindor, no matter how much he wanted to torment these naughty little ones. Bastard, he has to take action - and if outsiders want to bully the little wizard at Hogwarts, that will definitely not work.

"Thank you very much! Let me go quickly!" Yaxley yelled in horror, holding his neck in pain, and his legs kept beating.

Bourne lifted his head and raised his slender face to eye level with him again.

"What a coincidence. The two sentences you just said are exactly the same as what Fenrir Greyback said back then. Did you discuss it?"

Bourne shook his wrist slightly again, and Alex could only let out a cry of pain this time.

"Also, do you want to see the last action the werewolf heretic made that year?
You're welcome, it's just a little effort. "

Bourne said it very casually, but it was this casualness that made people feel scary.

The Aurors present were a little confused now, and they could also see that Bourne was teaching that annoying Yaxley a lesson.

To be honest, that guy is really tough to beat.

However, he is, after all, a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and they have to protect his safety.

(End of this chapter)