Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 27 The beginning of a new journey

An old man and a young man, one kept talking and the other listened patiently.

Tonight, Bourne did not ask all kinds of questions like he usually did when listening to Grandpa Horace's lectures.

He just listened patiently. This is the most basic respect for an empty nester who will not see his relatives for several months.

Listening and listening, the night passed, and the next morning the grandfather and grandson were woken up by the wake-up call service in the guest room of the Leaky Cauldron.

Had a classic English breakfast: roasted tomatoes, soybeans with tomato sauce, sausages, scrambled eggs, toast, and a bowl of oatmeal with milk.

Horace took Bourne out of the tavern, and the two of them carried their suitcases and walked to King's Cross station adjacent to Diagon Alley.

At the station entrance, while helping Bourne put the suitcase on the trolley, Horace stood still and did not take a step forward.

"My child, I will send you here." The fat old man showed a kind smile, "The little warrior of the Slughorn family will have to go on the next journey alone. Grandpa believes that in the Slughorn family, In addition to gaining knowledge, Gewoz, you can also win many honors and leave the best memory in your life!"

After saying that, the old man touched Bourne's head, then turned and left King's Cross Station. As he walked away, he raised his hand and bowed to Bourne without looking back.

"Horace, come on! You must keep your handsome back and don't let little Bourne see you crying."

"McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick, Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Madam Hooch. Well, yes, these people should have received the letter I sent, and they will take care of them. Such a nice little Bourne.”

"Oh, bad, I forgot to send a letter to Filch. He won't make things difficult for little Bourne, right? If you are caught wandering at night, you will be punished by cleaning the bathroom. No, I have to make up a letter for him when I get back. If you give the old guy a qualification for the spell correspondence training course, he will take this..."

Although he didn't know what was going on in the heart of this suddenly cool Grandpa Horace, Bourne still waved to the old man's back and shouted: "Goodbye, Grandpa, I will write to you every week!"

Horace's body stagnated for a moment, and then he crossed the street outside the station at a faster speed than before and quickly disappeared.

Bourne then turned around, pushed the trolley containing the suitcase, and walked into King's Cross Station.

This railway station is relatively old, with a history of more than a hundred years. The yellow brick walls are already mottled in large areas, and there is no clear distinction between the waiting hall and the platform.

Because today is the first day of school at Hogwarts, as soon as Bourne entered the station, he saw many people whose clothes were incompatible with the ordinary people around him, but the Muggles around him seemed to turn a blind eye to them. Needless to say, these people must be wizard parents sending their children to school.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

"...Okay, you're here, kid. It's between platform 9 and platform 10. Your platform should be between this platform, right, but it looks like it hasn't been repaired yet, right?"

The speaker was a fat man, whose figure was even more exaggerated than Bourne's grandfather Horace. Because of his big beer belly, if he didn’t bend down, he would definitely not be able to see his feet if he lowered his head.

The person this man was talking to was a skinny boy. The boy wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and ill-fitting clothes that were obviously one size too big. The trolley in front of him was filled to the brim with two large suitcases, and there was a large cage on the upper suitcase. A snow-white owl is locked up.

"Harry Potter and his Uncle Vernon," Bourne recognized the two people in front of him with just one glance.

Unlike the time-travelers in some fan fictions I had seen in my previous life - who said they wanted to "get around" Harry Potter, but were more honest than anyone else - Bourne walked over openly.

"Hello, you are also a student going to Hogwarts, right?" Bourne greeted the savior. "Platform 9, not only does this platform have a funny name, but it's also really hard to find."

Just like a drowning man suddenly grasping a life-saving straw, after hearing Bourne's words, Harry Potter nodded desperately.

His Uncle Vernon glanced at Bourne, then turned and walked towards the station door, seeming to be muttering words like "freak" in his mouth.

Bourne ignored him and continued talking to Harry Potter. "That platform cannot be seen by ordinary people. It is a secret among wizards." As he spoke, he winked at Vernon's retreating back.

Then, Byrne pointed to the "Platform 9" and "Platform 10" plastic boards hanging on the wall. There was an entire red brick wall between the two boards.

"Besides, the term 9 is not accurate. If you really follow this number % to find the entrance, you will probably end up with a bang." At this point, Bourne couldn't help but feel speechless. This time he I'm really speechless. "Because wizards are generally not very good at mathematics."

Harry Potter smiled awkwardly.

Although he went to elementary school in a Muggle school, as a poor student, how many people can hear "mathematics" without feeling guilty?

"Okay, I'm not going to be too pretentious. The real entrance to Platform 9 is actually in the middle of Platforms 9 and 10." As he spoke, Bourne adjusted the direction of the front of his car and aimed it at that side. wall. "I'll give you a sample and you'll understand."

Immediately afterwards, Bourne pushed the cart straight towards the wall. Seeing Bourne's body disappear, Harry Potter's eyes widened in surprise, "Amazing magic..."

But before he could sigh, almost at the moment Bourne disappeared, he heard a muffled sound of "bang", as well as exclamations and screams such as "ouch" and "oh no".

"...The magic failed, or there was an accident." Although he didn't know Bourne's name, Harry Potter could still tell the difference between good and bad, and he could feel the kindness that Ben Bourne had just expressed.

Therefore, when he saw that his new friend encountered some accidents, he couldn't help but become anxious.

But as a newbie in the magic world, he didn't know what to do now: should he rush in and take a look, or should he find someone else for help? And the question was, who should he go to for help now?
How to do?
Waiting online, very anxious.

Harry Potter anxiously grasped the handle of the car, feeling at a loss where he was, and beads of sweat appeared on his head.

Bourne is actually fine. It’s other people who are in trouble. The accident just now was actually a small "traffic accident". It turned out that he pushed the cart into platform 9 and directly attacked a family of three who were taking a group photo at the entrance of the passage.

The trolley carrying luggage with a total weight of more than two hundred kilograms (don't ask, the wizard's robe was inside) hit a middle-aged father hard on his waist, knocking him directly. Everyone fell to the ground.

This time, it not only hit the middle-aged father badly, but also frightened the middle-aged girl who was holding a camera to take a photo of her daughter and her husband, as well as the middle-aged girl who was standing in line with her father with her head raised, taking photos. The real girl.

"Are you okay?"

The real girl has long brown hair and a pair of prominent front teeth, and there are tears in her eyes.

Bourne was stunned for a moment, because he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance so soon after meeting Harry Potter.

A series of stories in the Harry Potter world, in short, revolve around this beaver girl and her two "useless" men. It would be too false if you don't know Hermione Granger.

"Hermione, dear, don't talk to your classmates like that," the old father who was knocked to the ground covered his waist and waved to the girl, but he tried to stand up but found that he couldn't.

At this time, Hermione, who was about to cry, immediately took out her wand and prepared to use a little magic spell she had learned during the holidays to help her father heal the injury on his waist.

However, before she could recite the spell, Bourne interrupted her forward swing.

"If I were you, I would never do this easily." He reached out and grabbed the little witch's wand, shaking his head.

With the other hand, he quickly opened the lid of one of his suitcases and took out a bottle of magic potion from inside. As the grandson of a potion master, it was normal for him to carry around a dozen bottles of potion specially designed to treat trauma. of...right?
"This bottle of potion is a best-seller at Slug & Giggs' Potion Shop in Diagon Alley. It has an anti-counterfeiting label. If it's fake, you'll get ten percent off."

After bringing goods to his own business, Bourne immediately changed the subject and introduced the potion: "Its main ingredients are fire dragon blood, newt egg sacs, wolfsbane aconite, toad's toad coat, and swallow-tailed dog urine. Liquid extract is perfect for treating trauma..."

amount.

Before Bourne could finish speaking, Hermione took the potion from his hand. When she was shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley, she visited Slug & Giggs' Potions Store and recognized the store's labels and the anti-counterfeiting signs.

Therefore, Hermione believed Bourne's words.

In addition, she was originally impatient and inexperienced. So just...bring it to you.

Miss Beaver's movements were so agile that even the Grangers didn't have time to stop her. She directly pulled off the cap of the glass bottle and put the potion to the old father's mouth. He then started to force it into the bottle. Guan posture.

"Wait!" Thanks to Bourne's conscience, he stopped her at the critical moment. "This potion is for external application and not for internal use."

Fortunately, Mr. Granger did not drink the potion. But even so, he luckily didn't get so overcome by the smell of the potion that he vomited out today's breakfast on the spot.

Finally, under the guidance of Byrne, Mrs. Granger put two drops of magic potion on her husband's waist, and this little farce came to an end. Under the continuous thanks from the two couples, Miss Beaver also blushed and apologized to Bourne before thanking him.

This little farce didn't last long, three or four minutes at most. First, two identical red-haired twins pushed a cart into the station, and then Harry Potter and another younger red-haired boy followed suit. Come in.

Looking at the members of the protagonist group appearing one after another, Bourne suddenly felt an indescribable and unreal feeling in his heart. It wasn't until Mr. Granger quietly tapped him on the shoulder that Bourne realized it was time to get in the car.

"What's the matter, Mr. Granger?" Seeing Hermione's father hesitate to speak, Bourne asked quietly.

"That's right, Bourne," Mr. Granger also lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that his words would be heard by the two girls at home, "I have a friend...

He accidentally injured his waist, which caused a lot of inconvenience... Well, I mean.

how to say.

You know.

Although my Hermione is a wizard, her mother and I are ordinary people. The potions used by your wizards should not have any adverse reactions when used on ordinary people, right? "

Bourne thought for a while, it seemed that Grandpa Horace had mentioned a lot of knowledge in this area to him before.

Although wizards can use magic and Muggles cannot, they are both essentially human, so most potions made by wizards can also be used by Muggles. Even though Muggles may have some adverse reactions due to their different physiques, the results will not be too serious.

So, he stretched out his thumb and index finger, trying to make a "yidi diu" gesture. However, seeing the nervous look on Mr. Granger's face, he simply put his thumb and index finger together to express the meaning of "almost zero".

But, somehow, Bourne felt that Dr. Granger seemed to be more nervous - it was really weird.

Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to comfort people.

However, he didn't care much.

Finally, the time came to eleven o'clock in the morning, and with the sound of the "dirty" whistle, the Hoglitz express train full of little wizards started to slow down again with the sound of the steel wheels turning "kucha, kucha". We arrived quickly and gradually drove out of the platform.

(End of this chapter)