Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 26 School will start in the blink of an eye (6k+)

Charing Cross Road, Westminster District, London, around 8pm, there are not many pedestrians wandering around this road known for its many bookstores.

Between a second-hand bookstore called "Emergency Shop" and a record store whose signboard has mostly fallen off, there is a small and shabby tavern. It is filled with the sound of people drinking and drinking, and it is still overcrowded.

"Drink it!"

"Drink it!"

"Drink it!"

Accompanied by the commotion of people raising rice, the man sitting in front of the bar held an oak cup that had been rubbed with pulp by his predecessors, raising his head and pouring wine into his mouth desperately.

After holding on for more than 20 seconds and downing about half a pint of liquid, the man finally couldn't hold on any longer, tilted his head and vomited out the contents of his stomach with a "yue" sound.

"Alas--"

"Woo——"

"Uu——"

His move was met with boos.

Only the tavern owner was very happy. He stood behind the bar and wiped the glass with a rag while announcing loudly: "The 123rd Tasting Challenge Competition of the Leaky Cauldron is over. The last challenger also failed. No one can drink it in one breath." Next bottle of Gamp’s vintage social wine!”

After saying that, he tapped the bar with his fingers again.

The challenger, who felt relieved after vomiting it out, had no choice but to rummage through his wallet unwillingly, leaving two Galleons behind, and then ran out in dejection amidst the ridicule of others.

Old Tom, the owner of the tavern, picked up the gold galleons with a smile, weighed the weight, blew it to his ear and listened, and then safely threw them into the cash box under the bar.

"another beautiful day!"

Old Tom was in a very beautiful mood at this time.

Not counting normal business income, he earned more than a hundred galleons today just from holding the tasting challenge - which is almost as much as an Auror earns in a month - how could he not make Old Tom heartbroken? Happy?
Old Tom's full name is Thomson Linford Abbott. People who know him well call him Old Tom, and the tavern he runs is the famous Leaky Cauldron Tavern.

As for the Gamp social wine he used for today's competition, it was made by the first Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (including the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command, the Wizengamot Management Agency and other subordinate agencies) A special flavored drink brewed by Ulric Gamp, the founder of the Ministry of Magic (the largest and most staffed department in the Ministry of Magic).

The biggest characteristic of this kind of wine is that it is difficult to drink.

Ulric Gamp even left a special fund. Anyone who challenges and succeeds in drinking a bottle of Gamp's old social wine in one sitting can receive 100 gold galleons from Gringotts.

However, no one has succeeded in this challenge so far. On the contrary, his descendants, such as Old Tom who runs the Leaky Cauldron, can earn a very stable income every year by relying on this traditional challenge.

Isn’t it just eating the food of ancestors?

Not mixed with cold.

Don't you see, the extremely rich Malfoy has been living on the money he brought Emperor William into the country for hundreds of years?
However, in the wizarding circle, the most popular topic about wealth and inheritance is no longer "old money" like Malfoy or Black.

Almost all British wizards learned from an article published in the Daily Prophet last year that an extremely mysterious and lucky little wizard inherited an astonishing amount of inheritance!

It was said that the money came from the American branch of Gringotts, and those greedy goblins almost got into a fight over this matter.

Of course, they did not dare to deny the validity of this inheritance, because that would be provoking the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

The goblins were simply arguing over one issue: Should the money have to be transferred from Gringotts Americas to the London headquarters?

Regarding this issue, there were three rounds of closed-door talks between the two groups of goblins within Gringotts. After every conversation, a few goblin bankers always had to be carried on stretchers and sent to the hospital, while most of the others had bruises and swollen faces and disheveled clothes.

After that, the British Ministry of Magic came forward, and the Wizengamot sages also expressed dissatisfaction. The combination of the two subdued those goblins who were blinded by money.

Finally, the Ministry of Magic selected some capable personnel composed of Aurors and strikers, and cooperated with the MACUSA team of righteous masters, and then the money was safely escorted to London and deposited in the deepest part of Gringotts. In the vault.

Although the report has been published for more than a year, the popularity of this topic has not diminished. People still talk about the amount of money and the lucky little wizard who received the inheritance.

This is actually quite normal.

After all, there are less than 20,000 wizards in the UK who can survive - with such a large circle, there are naturally fewer news worthy of topicality.

Didn’t you see that in order to survive, the Daily Prophet can only publish some alarmist stories or fabricated fake news? It finally published real news, and it happened to be something related to Galleons that almost everyone was concerned about. It would be strange if this still failed to arouse widespread discussion and sustained attention.

However, while most people were attracted by this "inheritance incident", few people noticed that the "Daily Prophet" in the same period actually reported a vicious case also involving goblins.

"This is called diverting public opinion. Pure-blood families, the Ministry of Magic, and many, many so-called big shots know this well..."

In a guest room on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, while sipping Osoro sherry with half a tablespoon of icing sugar, Horace Slughorn was sitting on the sofa while explaining endlessly to Bourne. .

"...But in fact, these little tricks are indeed useful if they are useful, but they are useless if they are not. Because the power of wizards can only be obtained by relying on the wands and spells in our hands. Those who rely on public opinion to control the situation People are actually just covering up their own powerlessness.

Of course, I'm not saying that the influence on public opinion and the control of connections are completely meaningless. However, little Bourne, you can slowly experience these things in the next seven years at Hogwarts. The key is to focus on learning. "

In stark contrast to the tavern below, the Leaky Cauldron's upstairs rooms are surprisingly clean and comfortable, allowing wizards, witches, or wizards and witches to spend the night.

A beautiful wooden staircase leads to the guest rooms upstairs, each with a brass number on the door.

The number on the outside of the room booked by Horace and Bourne is 11. The two beds in this room look very comfortable, and several pieces of oak furniture are also shiny, indicating that they have been varnished and often used. Be wiped.

As it was September, the fireplace in the room was not yet in use, but in winter it would have a crackling, cheerful fire.

After taking Bourne to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies during the day, Horace decided to take his grandson to stay one night at the Leaky Cauldron and go directly to King's Cross Station the next day.

Compared to young wizards from Muggle families or even some pure-blood families, Bourne's pressure to purchase school supplies is undoubtedly much less.

It's not because of how rich he is - yes, the handsome boy who inherited a large amount of inheritance reported by the Daily Prophet is Bourne; and the big benefactor who contributed a large amount of inheritance for him to inherit is the dying man. The premise comes with a bunch of guaranteed Narrak.

In fact, Bourne came to Diagon Alley today and didn't purchase much at all.

For example, the house elf Momo had made the wizard robes and gowns with his name sewn on them a long time ago for him. Not only was his craftsmanship impressive, but the clothes were also cast with a telescopic spell to facilitate the transformation of his magus. .

Another example is the crucibles and sets of glass potion bottles necessary for Potions class. Since he is a young grandson like Bourne, Slughorn directly gave him a set of "top-notch items" from his collection without any hesitation. .

The difference between a potions master's collection and standard tools sold on the market is like the difference between orange equipment and a whiteboard.

The main reason why we had to bring Bourne to Diagon Alley was to buy him a wand.

Every little wizard buys his or her first wand at the wand shop run by the Ollivander family in Diagon Alley. This is a recognized tradition among British wizards, just like Chinese people eat dumplings or glutinous rice balls during the New Year.

So this afternoon Horace took Bourne to Diagon Alley, and the first stop was to Ollivander's wand shop.

It was a small, shabby shop. The gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander - Professional staff maker since 382 BC. In the dusty window, there was a faded purple cushion, with a solitary wand lying on it.

Ollivander's shop was very small, with only a bench and no other furniture. Just around the surrounding walls, there were rows of thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked up to the ceiling. Needless to say, it contained wands.

The owner of the shop, Ollivander, was an old man who looked older than Horace. His face was wrinkled, and his big, light-colored eyes were like two bright moons in the dimly lit store.

As soon as he saw Bourne and Horace, Ollivander smiled and said: "Horace, long time no see. As soon as I saw you, I remembered the time when I was an apprentice to my father, when he was I was busy proving that unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings were the three best quality wand core materials, and left all the work in the shop to me - it was a really hard time - but, equally Well, I learned a lot during that time.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ollivander turned his attention to Bourne who was walking with Horace. "Well, young Mr. Slughorn, come on, let me see." He took out a tape measure with silver graduations from his pocket, "Which arm do you prefer to use?"

Bourne raised his hands.

Ollivander: "You surrender and do it..." However, the old man quickly covered up his embarrassment with his actions. He measured Bourne's size.

"Put your arms up, okay," he said, and the tape measure snaked its way up to Bourne like a dexterous snake.

First from the shoulder to the fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the sole of the foot, from the knee to the armpit, and finally the head circumference.

Ollivander took out a small notebook, dipped an almost bald quill in ink, and recorded the data.

"Every wand produced by Ollivander has super powerful magical substances, which is its essence. As I just said, starting from my father, we basically only use unicorn hair and phoenix tail feathers. And dragon heartstrings are used as the core material. Every Ollivander wand is unique, because no two unicorns, fire dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same..."

As he spoke, Bourne raised his head and glanced furtively at Horace. And Grandpa Horace also blinked at him, as if to say: "I'm not wrong, he will definitely say so."

Finally, after measuring all the data, the automatically operated tape measure fell to the ground and became a ball. Ollivander took out his wand and turned his wrist. The tape measure flew back to its owner's pocket like a yo-yo pulled by a string.

Then, Ollivander stepped onto a rowing extension ladder standing by the wall and shuttled between the mountains of shelves.

"Okay, try this one." Ollivander pulled out a long and narrow cardboard box and took out a wand: "Made of cedar wood and fire dragon heartstrings, eleven inches. It is particularly sensitive and powerful. The key is that it is the same as your Grandpa Horace's wand, and it is a good assistant to the Potions Master."

Bourne took the wand.

In an instant, his clothes were blown up by a stream of air, and a cloud of mist was sprayed out from the wand.

"No, it's not this one." Ollivander took it back when Bourne was about to wave. "Although it is quite tame to you, that doesn't mean it is the most suitable."

"Try this one again," Ollivander found another wand and came out, "Wand of holly wood, phoenix feather, ten inches, very flexible, very helpful for transfiguration."

Bourne took the wand again.

This time, there was no "overpowering" scene like before. He tried waving his hand, and a bunch of fireworks immediately shot out from the tip of the wand and turned into a small fire phoenix. However, as the fire phoenix flew in the air, the wand still sprayed out another cloud, which gathered with the previous cloud and merged into a larger cloud.

"Another picky customer, but I like it," Ollivander smiled and handed Bourne a wand again. "Oak and dragon heartstrings, twelve inches, may seem ancient and outdated, but the ancient druid masters particularly praised this combination because it is very close to nature and is of great benefit in casting weather spells. "

Bourne felt that Ollivander was caring about him. But there is no evidence. So, after taking the wand, Bourne simply poked the cloud in front of him gently.

As a result, the cloud immediately exploded. The cloud began to expand crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon filled Ollivander's small shop. The shop became completely white, and I couldn't see my fingers. It just... felt like a fairy.

"Oh, no, it's not this wand either. Why is it so docile?" Ollivander muttered, falling into deep self-doubt.

It stands to reason that he can actually use these wands that Bourne has tried, because they all appear to be very docile.

But it's just a little too tame.

According to Ollivander's theory - the wand chooses the wizard, rather than the wizard choosing the wand - wands should not just be tools that anyone can use, they have their own temperament. Even if a wand is suitable for a wizard, there must be a period of adjustment between the two.

"Try another one..." Ollivander, who did not believe in evil, reached out and fumbled to take the oak wand from Bourne's hand.

But just when his fingertips touched the wand, a weak current suddenly spurted out from the tip of the wand.

And this seemed to have caused some kind of chain reaction. Accompanied by the beeping sound of discharge, the clouds filling the shop spontaneously selected, collided, and released streaks of blue lightning.

This is so exciting!
Ollivander's eyes were opened with a knife in his ass. Even when the famous savior Harry Potter came to his shop to buy a wand a few days ago, there was no such big scene.

"Mr. Slughorn, come on, put down this wand yourself," he could only ask Bourne to put down the wand himself.

Before he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning shot out of the cloud and struck the wand master on the head, giving his neatly combed silver hair an exaggerated Afro look.

Ahem, Ollivander coughed out a puff of smoke.

At this time, another bolt of lightning shot out of the cloud, frightening the old wizard and crouching down quickly. However, the lightning did not hit him, but hit a shelf at the root of the store wall.

With a "bang" sound, a cardboard box on the shelf exploded into shreds of paper, and the wand in the box also ejected from the spot. But what everyone didn't expect was that the wand drew a parabola in mid-air, and accidentally landed on the other hand extended by Bourne.

When Bourne got the wand, he didn't do anything. Like water in a pool with the drain valve opened, the mist that filled the entire shop quickly got into the wand's wand.

And the oak wand became calmer, no longer shooting out electricity and stirring up wind and rain.

"Huh?" Ollivander blinked, and he learned well and did not touch the wand in Bourne's hand this time.

However, it took him a long time to recognize the details of this wand. "The body of the long-horned water snake horn, the core of the thunderbird feather staff, the length of fourteen inches, the grip is a non-slip pad of cat and leopard skin, and then polished with the ashes of wetland werewolf hair, and finally polished with unicorn powder to neutralize the wetland werewolf Dark magic tendencies brought about by hair..."

While silently identifying, Ollivander recalled a painful experience when he was an apprentice to his old father - the birth process of this wand included a lot of efforts on his part.

The reason why he regarded this experience as a pain was because he knew from the beginning that those efforts were actually meaningless.

Garrick Ollivander's father, Garvis Ollivander, was also a famous master wandmaker.

During his lifetime, some wandmakers began to experiment with strange materials to make wands in order to innovate.

This recklessness in innovation for the sake of innovation inevitably led to a series of wand accidents, which affected the entire industry.

In order to curb this evil trend, Galvez Ollivander carefully designed an ultra-cutting-edge wand that is so innovative that even looking at the material list makes people wonder whether it is even more awesome than the Elder Wand.

He piled up a pile of magical materials with excellent theoretical properties, pieced them together, and then relied on Ollivander's ancestral craftsmanship to make them into the shape of a wand.

This production process undoubtedly required a lot of repetitive work, and little Ollivander, who was still an apprentice at the time, was naturally the best tool maker.

It took the father and son several years to make this wand, and later invited many famous wizards at the time to try to cast spells with it. As a result, without exception, none of the powerful wizards could use it to cast spells.

This news quickly spread among the wizarding community. Only then did people realize that not paying attention to the binary formula of "wand body-wand core" made of wands, and making random inventions and innovations is like chasing wild geese (British saying "wild goose"). -goose chase) - in vain.

Later, the "ultra-cutting edge wand" was regarded as a useless handicraft, and Ollivander kept it in an inconspicuous corner of the store. Originally, the fate waiting for it was probably to be completely forgotten by Ollivander. But who would have imagined that today it took the initiative to cater to a little wizard who had not yet gone to school, and for the first time showed what a wand should look like.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ollivander felt as if a little person had crawled into his heart, and at this moment, the little person's head was shaking like an electric massager.

At this moment, Bourne weighed the massage... No, the weight of this wand was definitely suitable for him. So, he smiled happily and asked: "Mr. Ollivander, how much does this wand cost?"

"Nine..." Ollivander almost subconsciously said the true cost of this wand, which was definitely a sky-high price.

However, as a professional and ethical wandmaker, even though the cost of this wand is very high, Ollivander still feels that he should abide by the agreement between his family and Hogwarts - before entering school, the little wizard buys the first item in his life. Each wand comes at a very low cost.

So, he immediately changed his words: "This is a very old wand. And when I made it, I was still an apprentice, so the craftsmanship was still rough. If you want to buy it, it only costs nine galleons."

However, I personally think the other wands are good, and you might as well consider them. "

"Ok."

Bourne said cheerfully, and then looked at Horace: "Grandpa Horace, can we buy all these wands?"

The phobia of insufficient firepower is not only an epidemic that only exists in a mysterious big country in the East. The Astartes who have been fighting in the dark universe all year round are basically a fan of this disease... Ah, no, they are the victims.

In particular, when he thought about the years he had spent hanging out with the group that was conducting the Atonement Expedition for a ride, Bourne felt uneasy for no reason.

From then on, he vowed that as long as possible, he would never suffer the pain of lack of weapons and ammunition again.

Well, absolutely!

(End of this chapter)