Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 213 Mrs. Thatcher’s Accident
Cobain Yaxley didn't particularly want to go back to the dormitory allocated to male Aurors because that room always had a strange smell.

He once complained to Kingsley, who was leading the team, and asked the Auror captain why he didn't release a "clean up" in the room.

If his wand hadn't been broken, he would have done this.

However, Kingsley told Yaxley the unfortunate news that he actually had to cast a Cleansing Charm every day.

The reason why there is still a peculiar smell in the room is because this room was used as a storage room for a period of time during the summer vacation, used to store things left by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who "died unexpectedly" last year.

Although the rags have now been removed, there is a scarf used by Professor Quirrell inside. Because there is a lot of garlic inside all year round, it has been completely "pickled" and tasted. It was precisely because I had stored that scarf for more than two months that there was always a faint smell of garlic in this room.

If it weren't for the fact that when he said this, Kingsley was happily eating a plate of haggis pudding, and the Delis was holding a piece of blue cheese and chewing the sweetness, Yaxley might have really believed it.

Yaxley finally couldn't bear it anymore today, and importantly, he didn't have to bear it any longer.

Because he had already calculated the time, the wand sent by Ollivander, the top wandmaker in England, from Diagon Alley would definitely be delivered to him by the owl he raised tonight.

"Here comes the stick!"

Cobain Yaxley kicked open the half-covered door of the basement dormitory, and waited until the sour smell in the room dissipated before sticking his head inside.

"Let me see, owl... wand... owl... wand, where is my big owl? Where is my wand package?"

He searched around, even looking under the bed, but he still couldn't find his pet owl, and naturally he didn't see his wand either.

The young Auror who was sleeping on his upper bunk was woken up. The young Auror had been following Harry Potter with the Disillusionment Charm all day long. As soon as he returned to the dormitory after his shift with Kingsley, he went to talk to Harry Potter. Merlin chatted.

Yaxley kept rummaging around, and finally jumped up in anger. The sounds inevitably woke Deluxe.

"What are you doing?" Delis rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked down at Yaxley with a rather unkind tone.

He had already thought that if this so-called colleague from the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic (actually Umbridge's lackey of the pink toad) dared to stab him, then he would jump out of bed immediately and take advantage of the two of them alone. Dormitory, give him a good (physical) discussion.

"My 'Mrs. Thatcher' is missing. She should be flying in tonight, with a newly repaired wand from Ollivander's shop!"

Cobain Yaxley preached passionately.

Delis knew this too.

Therefore, although it was unpleasant to be woken up, his anger did subside a little.

"Maybe she fell?" Delis jumped from the upper bunk, landed firmly on the floor, and then put on his shoes again.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Yaxley loudly denied this possibility. "Mrs. Thatcher's legs and feet are very stable. Her feet have been reinforced by magic and can lift packages that are 10 times more than her own weight. Her wings have also been transformed by magic and can pass through level 5 storms..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Delis replied perfunctorily: "Everything you said is right, but do you know where she is now?"

Yaxley: "..."
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"Maybe we haven't finished our hash browns yet," Ron said hopefully, leading the way up the steps to the hall, Harry following behind him.

They both woke up late again today.

Fortunately, there are no classes this morning, so the only thing that will affect them if they get up late is their belly.

"As always, Hermione will leave some food for us." Harry comforted his good brother, "You should trust her smart mind. As long as she sees that we don't show up in the Great Hall, she can guess... …”

He only spoke half of the words, and then he couldn't say them anymore, because he saw Hermione standing in front of them, instead of eating in the Great Hall and holding some thick "pleasure book" at the same time. Exercise your brain.

"Hermione, have you had breakfast, or did you get up late too?" Ron walked up and patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione was so frightened that she suddenly gasped. She only recovered when she saw who the person filming her was.

She stretched out her arm and pointed to a wall at the corner of the corridor. "look!"

"What are you looking at?" Ron was a little confused, but he still poked his head over.

Having lived in Hogwarts Castle for more than a year, they are no longer first-year freshmen, and they have a considerable understanding of the roads in this castle.

Just like those moving stairs, some corridors in Hogwarts are designed differently from Muggle buildings, and some lead to dead ends when walking.

The corner of the corridor where they are now has a wall at the end. Few young wizards usually come here.

"What is that... scattered next to the wall?" Ron said, his voice trembling because he smelled some rust.

That's the smell of blood!

Hermione was too scared to move just now because she was alone. Now the three little wizards got together, and they cautiously walked towards the wall. While walking, Harry almost slipped: there was a large puddle of water on the ground, oh no, it was a pile of blood that was almost dry!
Ron and Hermione grabbed Harry, and they inched closer to the wall, staring intently at the black shadow below.

The three people saw what it was at the same time and jumped back in fright.

It was a pile of feathers and bones. It looked like a very large owl. Its head was hidden in the pile of feathers on the ground. Its eyes were wide open, as if staring directly at the three little wizards.

On the ground next to it, there were still some bone fragments scattered, and some bones still had signs of being gnawed on.

The three of them stood motionless for several seconds, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here quickly."

"I think we should—" Harry said, half-fluently.

But before he finished speaking, a scream sounded from behind them, and the three little wizards were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Colin Creevey, a little boy in first grade, kept his hands holding the camera, but he didn't have time to press the shutter.

"A hug, a little hug," Colin said with some stuttering: "I just saw Harry, so I wanted to come over and say hello to you... But I didn't expect to see such a scene."

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was undoubtedly attracted by Colin's screams, as were some of the students. Then, the castle guard saw the remains of the owl on the ground. He frowned and looked at the few young wizards present.

"Don't tell me you've read that one..."

"Filch!" At this time, Principal Dumbledore actually arrived at the scene, followed by several other teachers.

Professors gathered for a morning meeting to discuss how to help fifth- and seventh-grade students pass the exam this year.

In the blink of an eye, he passed by Harry, Ron and Hermione, and squatted down next to the remains of owl bones and feathers.

He fiddled with it with his hands, and then looked at the stone tile floor next to him.

"Filch, when you were on night watch last night, did you notice the little wizard who went out for a night walk?" Dumbledore asked.

Filch scratched his thin hair vigorously, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Sorry, Principal, I really didn't find anything unusual during my patrol." He considered the words, "Aside from waiting for a long time until the three little wizards Bourne and the Weasley brothers came back from the Forbidden Forest, during the patrol , I didn’t find any Little Wizard Night Tours.”

"Did you supervise their return to Gryffindor Tower?" Headmaster Dumbledore continued to ask.

"No, no," Filch waved his hand, "After blocking...waiting for the three of them, I deliberately avoided patrolling this road because I warned them that they would not be arrested again if they returned to Gryffindor Tower. I met them, so even if they have a note from the professor, they will be treated as a night out."

If what Filch said was completely true, it meant that only three little wizards passed through the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower at midnight yesterday.

In other words, only Bourne and the three of them could do this—pluck an owl, roast it on the fire, and then eat it.

"This is the closest to Lockhart's office," Professor McGonagall suggested at this time: "Let's go to his place first, and then call the three little wizards over."

"No problem." Before Dumbledore could answer, Lockhart, who liked to have a sense of presence, agreed first.

The old principal nodded to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and said, "I'll trouble you, let's go to your office first. Severus, go and call those three little wizards over."

Although Dumbledore hesitated to speak and did not say anything clearly, he believed that the Potions Professor had understood what he meant.
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When Bourne walked into Lockhart's dim office, there was a sudden commotion on the wall. He saw several photos of Lockhart hiding in panic, with a bunch of funny things in their hair. Hair curlers.

At this moment, the real Lockhart opened the curtains on the windows, allowing everyone to feel the sunlight.

Dumbledore placed the owl carcass brought by the levitating spell on the smooth table and began to examine it carefully. The Weasley twins exchanged glances. They could only see themselves in the eyes of their brothers, and they were both confused.

Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the hair of the owl's remains. He looked at them carefully through the half-moon glasses, and gently poked here and there with his slender fingers, and finally picked out a ring with the word MOM from a pile of bone residue.

"This is not Hogwarts' owl postman." The old headmaster was stunned for a moment, then looked at Snape, who was also obviously a little surprised.

Then, Dumbledore said to Snape, who knew the inside story: "Severus, go and call them all over."

Soon, several Aurors and Corban Yaxley walked into Lockhart's office. The civilian employee saw the remains of the owl on the table. After looking at the piled feathers for a few times, he immediately let out a scream like a drake.

"Who did this?" Yaxley ran to the table and reached out to touch the owl feathers, but he only pulled out an owl head with wide eyes. He screamed again in fright, His hand trembled and he threw the owl head away.

"This is my Mrs. Thatcher. She was supposed to bring me the package last night. The wand I just couldn't fix..."

Just when Yaxley was still about to chatter, Dumbledore interrupted him directly with a magic word: "Quiet!"

The old headmaster asked him somewhat seriously: "You mean, your new wand should be with this owl, right?"

"Yes, yes," Yaxley replied.

Then, he glanced at the other people in Lockhart's office, and finally focused on Bourne.

"It must be him...it must be this little monster...he hurt me last time...this time he killed my Mrs. Thatcher..."

"Your owl was not killed, but was eaten." Snape directly interrupted the unclear guy, "The place where we found it still had traces of oil and fire, and it was found There are still some teeth marks on the bones.”

"That's right, it's impossible for a little wizard to bite out that kind of mark!" Surprisingly, the person who said this was actually Professor Lockhart.

However, from the next sentence, Bourne knew that the professor had not forgotten his old profession - of course, he did not know how amazing Bourne's bite force was, nor did he know that Bourne usually used rock biscuits as food. Tasty snacks - he's just showing off his knowledge.

"Although they are not considered magical animals, most owl postmen have undergone some physical changes under the influence of magic because they have served wizards and been in contact with wizards for many years."

Lockhart stretched out three fingers and made the figure "3".

“Their bones will be stronger, their ability to fly will become stronger, and they will be able to find the exact location of the recipient.

In addition, when I was traveling in South America, I once saw that the indigenous wizards there did not use owls to deliver messages. Instead, they would capture a local owl called an oil owl and use their fat bodies to extract animal fat. I tried to persuade..."

Lockhart deviated from the topic as he spoke, which made it difficult for Bourne to wonder if he himself would be affected if he used memory spells too much.

"All right."

In the end, it was Dumbledore who stopped the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from making an ineffective speech.

"Now is not the time to mourn this poor owl postman, but we have a lost wand." Dumbledore said seriously: "Kingsley, things have developed to this point, I think you should put all the things into consideration." It’s spoken out.”

The old headmaster gave the order to the Auror commander who was in charge of leading the team. In fact, the moment they walked into the office, except for Burne, Snape, who knew the inside story, and Dumbledore himself, everyone present was very surprised by the appearance of several Aurors, but Due to the situation, they were too embarrassed to ask questions on the spot.

With Dumbledore's approval, Kingsley Shacklebolt quickly told the story of them lurking into Hogwarts in an attempt to wait and catch Peter Pettigrew, satisfying the curiosity of others present.

Finally, Kingsley concluded: "Although we cannot be sure whether the wand lost by the owl postman was taken away by Peter Pettigrew, as long as there is such a possibility, I think we all have to be vigilant. .”

Not all wizards can cast spells without a wand. Whether or not a wand is in hand is of great significance to a wizard, even if the wand is not his own.

(End of this chapter)