Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Old John hesitated whether to shoot.

Seeing this, Gregson quickly said: "Mr. Gunter, don't be impulsive."

He even called Old John by his last name. Normally he would not address his partner in such a solemn way. (Note 1)

How could a bad old man with a penchant for smoking deserve such a precious name?

But the situation was urgent now. He didn't want his partner to shoot a young child in the newspaper tomorrow, so Gregson couldn't care less.

However, just when he had secretly taken off the round-headed baton hanging from his waist, he was about to hit Old John's arm.

Mutated disciples.

"Spring-Heeled" Jack, who had been idle at the fork in the road just now, suddenly rushed up to the two patrolmen.

Lift your legs and kick your feet.

Only then did Gregson understand why this "weirdo" looked tall and thin: the legs concealed by the hem of his coat were clearly a pair of stilts made of wooden sticks.

With a "pop" sound, the stilts hit Old John's arm, pushing the muzzle of the gun up much higher.

Under the pain, Old John couldn't help but pull the double-row trigger, and fired the four fixed paper shells in the Gouda pistol with a "bang" sound.

Most of the probability-distributed projectiles hit the gable of a house, but some also hit the gas lamp poles and lampshades on the street. They threw out a ball of sparks and completely extinguished the public facility.

"What are you doing!"

Frightened and angry, Gregson subconsciously picked up his baton and whipped "Spring-Heeled" Jack.

Given their height difference, if the stick were to hit him hard, the man on stilts would most likely be beaten on the spot.

At this moment, the lid of a large beer barrel placed at the door of the pub on the street popped up, and a man suddenly stood up straight from the barrel.

It turns out that there is still someone hiding in that place, and this person is holding a strange "stick" in one hand - it is a civilized stick, it is really a little short; it is said that a certain big Eastern country has used it since ancient times. The tableware I use is a little too long.

"Lie back!" the man standing up from the beer barrel shouted suddenly.

He was obviously giving a message to Spring-Heeled Jack.

Because as soon as he heard the shouts of his companions, "Spring Heeled" Jack didn't even hesitate and fell directly onto the road covered with slush and ice.

However, precisely because of this, this guy also avoided the "head" blow that cut straight into the middle of him. Gregson's baton passed between the man's legs and hit nothing.

What is surprising is that the angle between "Spring Legged" Jack's back and the ground is obviously very small - it stands to reason that even those who have practiced "Iron Banquet" cannot stand up again in this situation. Waist bar to avoid falling.

But somehow, just because of the tension, his legs moved back and forth involuntarily. The wooden stilts tied to his feet rubbed against the ground twice, and the "spring-legged" Jack jumped backwards as if he was skating. A distance of three to four meters. In the process of running backwards, the man's body seemed to have gained extra support and he stood up straight again.

"Look at what you did!"

Old John said and glared at his young partner standing next to him. Gregson was so surprised that his mouth opened wide.

Old John was obviously much more experienced than this "little chick". While cursing, his hands didn't stop. He quickly took out the spare fixed bullets from the cowhide messenger bag he was carrying, and immediately prepared them for him. The old man re-finished the load.

"Don't be impulsive! Let me explain... Ouch."

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the heavy object hitting the ground, the man who wanted to climb out of the big wine barrel, but was unlucky enough to get his ankle caught by the edge of the barrel, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

"'Spring-Heeled' Jack" saw his companion fell down and ate his shit, so he quickly walked over on stilts.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" The man named 'Sherlock' got up and waved his hands repeatedly.

Then, he hurriedly raised his hands to the surprised old John and Gregson, indicating that he had no intention of attacking them.

"Both officers, it's all a misunderstanding. My friends and I are good people."

Then, he turned to the "Spring-Heeled Jack", pursed his lips, and said.

"Watson, did you bring your retired military doctor's ID? Take it out and prove it to them."

Dr. Watson, who was called by his good friend by name, first quickly took off his face towel, wig, hat, and the extremely ill-fitting robe.

He let all the outfits fall to the ground, and then began to rummage through the lined pockets of his own clothes.

However, he searched for a long time but never found what he wanted.

"It's really strange, I obviously...

Um? "

Just when Watson was so anxious that he was about to sweat, he glanced around and suddenly saw his ID.

The retired military doctor's certificate was currently being held in a child's hand and being read through carefully.

Bourne looked at the document obtained using the "Flying Charm" and confirmed that the information above indeed belonged to Dr. Watson: a military surgeon with the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers stationed near Peshawar, his military rank and service experience. All records are very complete, and there are steel seals and seals of several other departments as foils.

"Kid, that's my thing, you have to give it back to me." Dr. Watson said in as gentle a tone as possible, and at the same time stretched out his hand.

Neither he nor Sherlock noticed how the child ran to them just now. Old John and Gregson, who saw Bourne running across the street to them, thought that Bourne was with them. , so there was no verbal reminder.

Byrne returned the ID to Dr. Watson, who quickly untied the stilts tied to his feet, jumped to the ground and handed the ID to the two patrol officers.

He didn't let Sherlock or the two men explain. Due to his understanding of his companions, although he does have the ability to persuade the other party, he is also very likely to make things more troublesome.

And just when Dr. Watson explained to the two people why they wanted to play "Spring Heeled" Jack in this neighborhood and that they were both honest and reliable gentlemen, not thieves or tramps, Sherlock He came closer to Bourne.

He winked at Bourne and whispered: "Little wizard, you must be from Gryffindor, right? Where are the adults in your family? And most importantly, how did you get here from Hogwarts? Coming?"

Bourne deliberately responded to him:
I can't ask you this?
However, as if he had drunk a magical elixir, Bourne suddenly thought of something.

So, he answered: "I found the secret room of Principal Winn-Dixie Wenredian, and there is a trial going on now. Do you understand?"

To be honest, this kind of "Old Riddler"-like answer is very annoying. If you meet a bad-tempered person in certain places, you might get an electric cannon.

But after hearing this, Sherlock's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Of course, of course.

I didn't expect that you, like me, would find that room at the same time and have to go through such a difficult but interesting trial.

It’s an old house from the 17th century, but it’s hard to find, and it’s even harder to go in again after entering once…”

Sherlock rambled on a few more words, but it seemed that he didn't even realize what he was saying. And Bourne just mentioned the trial of [Windic Venridian], and he no longer had any doubts about how the little wizard sneaked out of Hogwarts in the middle of the night, or to be more precise, he felt that this It's actually a very reasonable thing.

Everyone has taken part in the magic trial, who is still going to school?
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"No one can avoid going to class, not even Harry Potter." Percy said as he served another bowl of pumpkin porridge to his little sister.

As the eldest Weasley in Hogwarts, it is also the duty assigned to him by the Weasleys to keep an eye on Ginny and eat well.

Because she had eaten so much at the Halloween party last night, Ginny had no appetite early in the morning.

After hearing Ron tell what happened between him and Harry last night, Ginny was even less in the mood for breakfast.

She wanted to go to the hospital wing to see Harry in the hospital, but Percy advised her not to rush because he had not received Harry's leave note after getting up.

If Harry does not go to class today, Professor McGonagall will definitely notify his prefect in advance and arrange for him to arrange follow-up make-up lessons for Harry.

This is also the responsibility of the prefects. That's why Percy told Ginny that she didn't need to go to the hospital wing because Harry Potter would definitely be in class today.

After supervising his little sister to finish her breakfast, Percy also set off to where he was going to have classes. The first class this morning was magic.

Two hours passed quickly.

Percy took two pages of notes, and after class, he used a copying spell to make a copy for each of the Gryffindors in the same year.

Amid cheers of "Long live the prefects" and "Weasley is our king", Percy and other Gryffindors rushed to the classroom for the next Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

To his surprise, at the door of the classroom, he actually saw "Bourne" actually asking Professor "Lockhart" some questions today: the former was holding thick notes and kept asking questions, while the latter was patiently asking questions. an answer.

This is really a strange thing.

In the past, he had also heard his younger brother (not only Ron, but also the twins) say that Bourne, like them, had no expectations at all for Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

They usually take advantage of the professor's directing and acting "drama" in class and secretly do other things to pass the time. The only difference is that Bourne likes to read other magic books.

Although Percy warned his brothers not to deduct points from Gryffindor, in fact he was just like them when he was taking Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

It wasn't until class was about to begin that "Bourne" hurriedly closed his notes and left the classroom. "Lockhart" patted him on the shoulder before leaving.

As the hand bell rang, Percy's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about to start.

"Lockhart" stood on the podium again, showing his usual smile, and waved happily to Percy and other senior Gryffindors.

"Today we will first tell stories about vampires, and then I will teach you how to deal with this dark magical creature..."

While speaking, the professor picked up a fork from the lecture table, inserted several slices of horse meat sausages placed on the silver plate, and then sandwiched them with another large Austrian sausage split in the middle. middle.

With a slurp, he put the "large intestine wrapped in small intestine" into his mouth and chewed it deliciously. While eating, "Lockhart" continued to talk enthusiastically.

"...Well, everything is business as usual."
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Gregson checked Dr. Watson's retirement certificate several times. Although he couldn't see the reason, he still pretended to check it carefully.

"Don't look at it, it's a real thing. The private seal of Lord Salisbury, Secretary of War, is stamped on it. This is an officer's retirement certificate. With it, you can receive retirement pension and injury and illness allowance totaling twenty-three pounds a month. .”

Old John lit another cigarette, and then glanced at Gregson. Because he had a similar one himself, he could tell at a glance that Dr. Watson's certificates were all "open door" things.

Then, the old man looked at the retired officer in front of him. Regarding what the latter had just said, "I was hired to investigate Spring-Heeled Jack with my friends" and "I wanted to fish out the nearby stolen goods dealer who was in contact with the big thief by pretending to be Jack." I'm not interested in things like "follow the clues and catch Jack" at all.

"Why didn't you fall down just now? I mean, that kid almost hit you with a stick... you know... you fell backward but somehow didn't fall down. What happened?"

Correct answer: magic.

A more perfect correct answer: His wizard detective friend Sherlock used the "Levitation Spell" to help him stand up again when he was about to fall.

But he certainly couldn't say that.

He had been friends with Sherlock for many years, so he naturally knew about the Statute of Secrecy and had also heard about how the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would treat wizards who violated the law.

"Um, have you heard of Sir Newton? His classical physics theory states that an object cannot be affected by external forces... Um, if you have a little knowledge of trigonometric functions, you can..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Old John waved his hands and complained.

"If you don't want to tell the truth, don't tell me. If I had really learned these things when I was young, I could go to Oxford and Cambridge. Why would I need to watch big crocodiles showing their teeth in stores in India and Burma?"

His expression almost said "Do you think I'm a fool?" written on his face.

Dr. Watson shut his mouth.

He looked back at Sherlock and found that his friend was talking animatedly with the strange little boy just now.

Dr. Watson then said loudly: "Gentlemen, I am going to buy you a drink and go to the Leaky Cauldron next door."

In these days, the best way for British men to resolve differences and bring each other closer is to buy someone a drink. If one drink is not enough, then two drinks.

Two minutes later, Bourne also followed this group of people into this familiar and unfamiliar place.

At this time, he already knew that the current era was more than two hundred years ago.

What still needs to be confirmed is whether he was really brought across the timeline by an unknown curse, or whether everything "in front of him" is an illusion formed by some kind of magic——

Commonly known as Tzeentch's trick.

Because what he saw with his eyes might be fake, he was going to try it.

Compared to the Leaky Cauldron more than two hundred years later, the Leaky Cauldron at this time was obviously much more lively.

This is because the Leaky Cauldron has not yet been cast under the Muggle expulsion spell. In addition to wizards, many ordinary people come here to drink and have fun at night.

Of course, in order to implement the spirit of the "Secrecy Act", the Leaky Cauldron at this time was divided into two internal and external rooms by the different owners. The inner tavern is still used to receive wizards, and the entrance to Diagon Alley is still set up next to the trash can at its back door; while the outer tavern is mainly for entertaining ordinary people, and it is generally difficult for these people to accidentally enter the inner tavern.

Compared with Muggle shops that want to expand their business premises and have to buy land, build houses, and decorate them, wizards who want to achieve the same goal are undoubtedly much easier to operate - it is nothing more than using ten more tricks on the shop. It's just a spell - of course, the premise is that the spell casting method must be high enough.

After all, although the Ministry of Magic in this era did not have as strict supervision on the "Invisible Stretching Curse" as in later generations, the owner of the store did not want to do a good business, but the store did not know when to squeeze with a "boom" In a ball.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron in this era was different from Old Tom, who was a bit stooped. He was a fat man with a thick neck and thick beard. However, this man had a somewhat world-weary face, and he seemed to have long been tired of seeing all the evil deeds of human beings. He was also indifferent to the noisy customers, and spent most of his time wiping the wine glasses with a rag.

However, when a child like Bourne sat on the stool in front of the bar, the tavern owner raised his head and frowned slightly.

"Why didn't you stay at Huo...school?"

He stopped wiping the wine glass, glanced around at the men who brought Bourne with a worried expression, and finally his eyes fell on Sherlock.

"Why is it you again? You really don't know what to say. You actually picked up your children from school at night and brought them to the pub. You didn't even know what time it was, let alone where it was. "

Apparently the tavern owner is a wizard.

He also knew Sherlock.

Therefore, he naturally regarded Bourne, who was wearing a college-style wizard robe, as a young wizard who was taken out of school by Sherlock, the "guardian" (or some other relative).

It was just because there were some Muggles in this place that he made his criticism a little vaguely.

"Ah, this is because..."

Before Sherlock could explain anything, Bourne came up with a reason he had made up.

"Uncle Boss, I am preparing to represent Hogwarts in the Potions Championship jointly organized by the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries and several other magic schools, and I need Mr. Sherlock to take me to arrange the purchase of a steam furnace ticket to France. , so I met him at the Leaky Cauldron.

There is no Floo network connection between Hogwarts and the Leaky Cauldron, so I took a Thestral carriage to Knightsbridge, and then took a taxi to find this place, and almost got lost in the process. "

Hearing this, the tavern owner's expression suddenly changed, and he was full of sympathy for Bourne's experience: "Poor kid, you must be hungry after traveling such a long way in the cold weather. I have drinks and food here. , I’ll bring it to you in a moment.

Forget it, I'll cook you some of my specialty British dishes, and it won't waste much time anyway.

You've had enough to eat, drink, and be energetic. Don't forget to teach those French guys a lesson when the time comes. It's best if you can bring another trophy back to Hogwarts. I've paid for this late-night snack, so you don't have to spend any money. "

Then, he looked at Sherlock again, his tone slightly different from when he encouraged Bourne just now.

"I would like to inform you at the moment that our signature Fire Whiskey has a slight price increase. Buy it if you like it, drink it if you like it or not." (End of Chapter)