Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Gregson was irritated, so without thinking, he picked up his baton and hit the nearest Indian sailor with malice.

The conflict escalated as a result.

The sailor with the gold tooth took from the pocket of his peacoat a sailor's knife which - as Sherlock had reminded him - was about five inches long when folded and ten when unfolded. inch knife, which can be used as a cutting knife or for picking up sail tacks from knots in the ship's ropes.

The same was true for his companions, but the positions where they hid their knives were different. One of them even put his hand inside his pants...

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, but Gregson showed no sign of weakness at this time.

He ferociously hit the "Big Gold Tooth" with his baton, and the opponent spun around and kicked sideways as if dancing. Not only did he avoid the oncoming baton, but he also hit Gregson firmly with a kick that swollen his abdominal cavity. He couldn't help but fall back and take a few breaths.

These Indian sailors have obviously just landed ashore and still retain the fighting habits they used to have on the ship. It is a completely different skill specialization from the "tavern brawl" that Londoners are keen on.

Not to mention the Queensberry Rules, they are not even willing to abide by the minimum "gentleman's fighting rules" - try to be 1V1.

While "Big Gold Tooth" kicked his opponent so hard that he could no longer hold the baton in his hand, another man rushed over and stabbed Gregson hard in the armpit with a dagger.

In the blink of an eye, a conflict has the tendency to develop into a murder.

However, at this moment, Old John, who had pretended to be "none of my business" and covered his face with a hat to pretend to be asleep, suddenly launched a sneak attack with a speed and agility that was completely inappropriate for his age.

He had just touched the bar with one hand and grasped the gin bottle. He raised that hand high, waved it in a circle, and hit the Indian who was about to kill his partner hard on the temple.

The glass bottle shattered, gin flew, blood spilled, and the Indian sailor staggered back. Then, Old John's other hand grabbed the wrist of the man's knife-wielding hand and twisted it to one side, forcing the Indian to drop the knife in his hand.

Just like this, in a breath or two at most, the Indian sailor lost his weapon and ability to resist. His knife fell to the ground, and he himself was injured. Blood flowed from a deep gash on his scalp. Keep coming out.

Old John held the man's hand, forcing him to become his shield, and he took out the hand that had been hidden in the cowhide bag.

This hand still held his old buddy.

He put the Haug pistol on the shoulder of "Shield" and threatened the remaining Indians.
"Hey, what's going on? Young people, calm down. Yelling is useless. Sit down and talk. What do you think?"

The gold-toothed sailor pointed the knife at him.

"Let my cousin go, or kill him altogether, and I will avenge him."

"Do you have a problem with your eyes or a problem with your brain?" Old John bluntly called out the gold-toothed sailor's conspiracy: "I am pointing a gun at you, especially you."

"Whatever you say."

"Big Golden Tooth" said with a gloomy expression: "Go away. This matter has nothing to do with you. You didn't join these people's chat just now. We have no conflicts with each other, and we are not in a life-or-death situation."

The situation was deadlocked for a while, with Old John and "Big Gold Tooth" staring at each other with unyielding eyes.

This has gone beyond the scope of physical threats and verbal criticism, and the two people's spirits are also in tit-for-tat at this time.

However, in the eyes of those tavern guests who are keen to pursue wine, sex and wealth, this silent confrontation is far less interesting than a bloody fight.

Many of them whistled and yelled all kinds of obscenities. Even the people who were fighting cockfights and betting on dogs in the basement heard the sound and rushed over, and soon joined the ranks of those who didn't mind watching the fun.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A loud (literally) loud drink made the crowd deafened and excited. Some even felt so uncomfortable that they vomited out the bad wine mixed with the gastric juices mixed with food residue.

This is what the tavern owner said.

The bearded man had his hands hidden under the bar, and Bourne knew without looking that he must have tightened his grip on his wand.

While shouting, the tavern owner also glared at the passage leading to the inner room of the tavern with a sharp look.

Several wizards who heard the noise outside and ran out curiously to watch the excitement were forced to quickly retract their protruding heads.

"This is a tavern run by the Aibo family. It has been in business since 1500 and has a history of more than 300 years.

No matter who enters this door, in addition to obeying the law, they must also abide by the rules of the Aibo family!

Of course, these rules are not troublesome. They are easy to remember. There are only three rules——

Article 1: No credit is allowed.

Article 2: Don’t murder each other.

Article 3: If a fight damages the property of the tavern, we will compensate you ten times the original price! "

After saying this, he looked at the people in front of the bar and glanced at the fragments of the wine bottle that Old John used to open the ladle.

"Although it is now used to hold gin, it was formerly a Gamp sojourn bottle. It is considered an antique and the minimum compensation is £5."

Upon hearing this, it was like a "medical miracle". The young patrolman Gregson, who had been kicked in the stomach until he could not make a sound, immediately straightened his back.

"What kind of broken wine bottle costs 5 pounds! It's obviously blackmail! Are you like those Indian guys, can't you see the uniforms we are wearing? We come to you to spend money to give you face, but you are still talking to us Need compensation!"

He was so angry that his face turned red.

However, compared to him, Sherlock, as a wizard, obviously knows more inside information.

Moreover, his complexion also changed - not red, but green - no way, the name of Gamp's old social wine is too big.

The most disgusting drink in two hundred years. If you drink a pint, you will be rewarded with 1 Galleons. Swallow-tailed dogs will walk around if you smell it...

All of the above are labels for that kind of wine.

"No wonder, I said that gin had a strange smell in it," he muttered under his breath.

Originally, he thought he was just adding too much water to the wine, but he never thought that the boss of Ai Bo had done something worse than adding water to the wine.

Well, the black-hearted merchant is here for real.

In fact, after Boss Aibo said what he said, the other guests in the tavern also had some changes in their demeanor.

Many people looked around quietly, either at the candlesticks or at the tin dinner plates on the table. Most of them had some other ideas in mind because of the "antiques" that Boss Aibo said.

Bourne looked at the crowd carefully and couldn't help but feel a little funny. At the same time, he suddenly had an intuition in his heart. Coupled with the fact that I just ate something, I really felt a sense of digestion in my stomach.

He finally confirmed: "The mysterious spell cast by the future Mr. Sherlock seems to have really sent me more than a hundred years ago."

However, traveling through the timeline is true, but Bourne did not deny reality by shouting "absolutely impossible".

After all, there are "time turners" in the Harry Potter world. Therefore, it is not completely impossible for someone to use a magic spell to achieve the effect of a time turner.

What's more, it's not like he has never entered subspace in the Warhammer world, where there is no concept of time at all. If there is a slight problem with Geller's position or the navigator, after a warship comes out after a subspace jump, sometimes it will even be found that the time is still before the jump.

"The key is how to go back?" Bourne thought of a situation: he was completely trapped here and had to endure more than 100 years before he could return to 1992.

This can only be regarded as a relatively bad situation, not the worst.

After all, even if it is somewhat difficult to achieve this goal with a wizard's body, it is only possible to live for three or four hundred years without disaster and disease without the super physique of the Primaris Astartes without having to fight frequently. normal.

Of course, Bourne has never been a negative person, and his normal behavior is to actively solve problems when he encounters them.

Although there were factors that led to him being deceived by the Star God and the Laughing God, his personal subjective will still played a decisive role in resolutely rushing into the subspace that was the home of demons.

You must know that even some beings who are noble primarchs also have a character flaw called "cowardice" in their hearts.

(I would like to name and criticize Boss Pi, the first company commander of the Death Guard, the red pony, and the high-profile Bateman. As for a certain magic stick, I am too lazy to mention it.)
Byrne does not have this shortcoming.

He has always been very brave.

Whether it was in the Warhammer world before or the current Harry Potter world, it has actually been certified - the big squid has been in the Black Lake for many years, and it is the first time that he has exceeded his authority and added an academy to the little wizard. Isn't it just for Bourne?
Therefore, after having a psychological bottom line, Bourne immediately started thinking about ways to actively solve this problem.

He didn't want to waste more than a hundred years here, let alone eat traditional British food for more than a hundred years.
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"How come even Ruth has become picky about food?" the little witch Hermione looked curiously at the big dog running around near the four deans' tables.

It was meal time again in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and the little wizards gathered together to chat with each other about the interesting things that happened to them while eating.

As usual, Ruth came here to eat with his own rice bowl in his mouth.

However, when "Bern" allocated some food to it, the big dog abnormally lost its usual strong appetite.

It only took a few bites, and then began to chase the food that other little wizards accidentally scattered on the ground.

"Maybe I ate too many cookies."

Ron, who was gnawing on chicken drumsticks from side to side, heard Hermione's words, so he replied: "I saw Bourne's 'Rock Pie' arrived again early this morning. It was placed beside Bourne's bed, and Bourne seemed to eat it." Tired of the biscuits - he barely ate any of them and fed almost all of them to Ruth."

"So that's it." Hermione nodded.

"Have you noticed that Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class today seems a little different from usual?" Harry, who had gauze wrapped around his head, said to his two friends while eating pudding with a spoon.

"What's the difference?" Ron said indifferently: "Isn't he still spending most of the class performing dramas?"

"But at least he didn't have to let me go on stage and participate in that embarrassing performance." Harry said.

"Maybe it's because you were injured today, so maybe his conscience found out." Ron responded.

He threw the remaining bones of the chicken legs onto the dining table with a flick of his hand.
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After Ai Bo spoke up to stop the noise, everyone was shocked by him for a moment.

Except for one person.

And this person's "identity" is also very confusing, because he is the unlucky guy who is called a cousin by the gold-toothed sailor.

This man was being held hostage by Old John at this time. The blood on his face continued to flow down his high cheekbones. His legs were still shaking a little. He did not look like a tough guy who could refute the words of the tavern owner Aibo.

But he just spoke.

"It's unseemly, it's unseemly," he said in a strange tone.

And when he spoke, several other Indian sailors tried their best to suppress it, but there was still a trace of fear and uneasiness on their faces.

Some of them even moved their lips, muttering one word repeatedly and unconsciously: Asura, Asura.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why does your accent sound like it's from Yorkshire?" Mr. Abbott, the owner of the tavern, asked with a frown.

The man said "ho".

As he uttered words and sounds, he twisted his body, completely ignoring the possibility that his arm would be broken, and suddenly broke out of Old John's arms.

He turned around, revealing that he had become someone else's face.

This face has a pair of deep-set eyes with wrinkles at the corners. His shoulders were slightly bent, indicating that he spent a lot of time bent over reading, while his pale face suggested that he spent most of his time indoors, isolated from the world, away from sunlight and fresh air. His smile betrayed his attempt to appear charming and ingratiating, revealing instead two rows of pin-sharp teeth and looking too similar to the glare of an angry dog.

"This accent is common in Borneo, where the number of English speakers far exceeds that of Britain, so this is the standard British accent."

Most of the other drinkers in the tavern, as long as they didn't drink to the point of unconsciousness, also noticed the "change of face" of the Indian sailor.

Many people were frightened, shouting "devil" and "there is a devil here", and then ran out of the pub door.

Gregson was also startled. He quickly picked up the baton and held it in front of him, terrified by this man with a changed face.

Old John even pointed the Gouda pistol at the man's head, with his finger on the trigger, as if he was ready to shoot at any time.

Several wizards present (including Dr. Watson who knows wizards and the wizarding world) understood that this was not the work of the devil. Of course, the Indian sailor was indeed possessed at this time, but the one who possessed him should be a Mysterious wizard.

"Originally, I just wanted to chat with you today."

With the help of the sailor's mouth, the wizard said to the tavern owner Aibo: "Your tavern is in a good location, No. 1 on the diagonal. What a meaningful address! It's better than building a tavern in Belgravia." Mansion, I like it better here.

In order to achieve this goal, I just sent these people here today.

If they can't come to an agreement, they should drop a few giant dung eggs in your pub - which will definitely make it a nightmare for drinkers for a while.

After that, I can also look for connections and use my contacts in the British health management department to ask some of my friends to help.

After all, at least half of your Leaky Cauldron still needs to be managed by the Muggle government. "

The wizard explained his simple "business war" strategy in a nonchalant tone.

"Muggle, what Muggle?" Gregson asked angrily.

He didn't know what "Muggle" meant, but he just felt that the word had a bad homophony, like a sneaky dialect slang.

"Quiet! You little patrolman. The wizards are talking, you Muggle, don't interrupt!"

The possessed Indian sailor swiped his fingers twice and used a unique wandless spell-casting technique to recite a spell.

Still has a strong accent.

However, the effect of this spell was very obvious. He used all of them to petrify Gregson and Old John.

It can be seen from his accent and spell-casting habits that although this man has not studied in a magic school in Europe or America (wizards from these two continents are more accustomed to using wands to cast spells), he is indeed a wizard with high magic power. . And this also aroused the fear of several wizards present.

This is definitely not a good person.

(End of this chapter)