Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 34 "Slytherin's Heroes"

In a magic school where there are no physical education classes but only flying classes, Quidditch is the only sport available to young wizards.

The Quidditch teams of various colleges naturally absorb the young wizards with the best physical fitness in their respective colleges.

In Slytherin, apart from Dean Snape and the students from the twenty-eight pure-blood families, the Slytherin Quidditch team is already vaguely the third pole of the entire academy.

Even a young master like Draco Malfoy is not willing to antagonize those players.

After all, after his second year, he also aspired to join the Slytherin team as a Seeker - this position was the focus of the Quidditch game - and the Seeker who successfully caught the Golden Snitch would become the most handsome in the game. Damn, there's no such thing as that!
Moreover, Draco's desire to become the Slytherin Quidditch Seeker was also supported and affirmed by the old Malfoy.

Speaking more broadly, being in the limelight will bring fame, and if fame works well, it can be transformed into influence. If coupled with wealth, it will become much easier for a person to solve certain things.

The Malfoy family, who are so poor that they only have Galleons left, and the richest oil tycoons in the world, who have a piece of cloth on their heads, actually have a lot in common in terms of their need for "influence."

What's more, speaking of youth, old Malfoy was also young, and he naturally knew that there would be hidden rewards for playing well at Quidditch - priority in choosing a mate at Hogwarts - there was nothing you could do about it, British wizards were just that bad. Man, the Malfoy family wants to maintain the tradition of pure blood. If it is too late, even the day lily may be cold...

Of course, because Draco and her mother Narcissa always talked about everything, Lucius had not yet taken the initiative to tell him about the benefits of playing Quidditch.

But no matter what, he was willing to risk being ostracized by the senior Quidditch team members and secretly revealed to Bourne a little bit about the plan they "plotted" loudly in the common room last night. Draco told Bourne It's definitely affectionate and righteous.

If it's Harry Potter, huh, just don't mention it.

The kindness shown by Draco was also felt by Bourne. Even though he was not afraid of "school bullying" and even had a little expectation, Bourne still said thank you to Draco.

The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for the Malfoy trio to hear clearly but not enough for everyone in the banquet hall to hear. Draco, who was pretending to be walking away as if nothing had happened, paused for a moment after hearing this, and then pulled Crabbe and Goyle towards a staircase.

"What delicious food is available in the public cafeteria is just ordinary food prepared for students. On the first day of school, I will take you to see what kind of breakfast the house elves at Hogwarts will prepare for the professor... …”

While drawing the pie, Draco took Crabbe and Goyle, who walked two steps and then looked back at the piles of butter-scented pies on the table, and quickly walked out of the banquet hall.

And as soon as these three little groups left, the group of "Quidditch bullies" spoiled by Draco walked into the restaurant.

There must have been their spies here before, because as soon as they entered, they found Bourne and got straight to the point.

"Yo, yo, yo..."

Walking up to Bourne, Marcus Flint, who had had a "little friction" with him on the train, immediately transformed into a rapper and started provocatively: "...This is not the guy who single-handedly dunked Gryffindor. The little wizard who got two hundred and fifty points?

Why did you come to the dining room for breakfast alone? Didn't you make any friends in the dormitory? Are the Gryffindors starting to exclude you?
It doesn't matter, they don't treat you as a friend, we Slytherins don't do that. after all--"

As he spoke, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, who somewhat resembled an orangutan, paused, grinned, revealing an impressive set of protruding buck teeth, and turned his head to wink at his teammates.

The players on the Slytherin team smiled knowingly and all said: "——You are the 'Hero of Slytherin', hahahaha!"

However, it was obvious that he was being teased. Instead of getting angry on the spot, Bourne nodded as if in recognition.

"Hey, that's what Draco just said. There's nothing wrong with them saying that." Bourne thought to himself.

Isn't it true? Let Gryffindor bear two hundred and fifty points at the beginning of the year - arsenic for him, honey for me - from a logical point of view, this title of "Hero of Slytherin" is indeed worthy. Well deserved.

However, Bourne's nod of approval made Marcus and the others confused.

Originally, they planned to make the little wizard in front of them become a crybaby and embarrass themselves in public.

With this kind of dark history, the next seven years of Hogwarts, or to be more precise, in Gryffindor Barbarian House, where "courage" is respected, will probably be a difficult life for this little wizard.

Of course, it would be fine if the little wizard didn't get angry and cry. They also designed a plan B for this.

They felt that in that case, the little wizard must have wanted to fight back because he couldn't save his face.

This is even better!

The more Bourne resisted, the more excited they became.

At that time, they can also take the opportunity to "one-on-one" with Bourne as a group, and then let the little wizard experience the various martial arts skills used in Quidditch matches.

But with their IQs, even if they work together and come up with PlanA and PlanB, they are already performing at a high level.

Bourne's nod of approval directly caused the Slytherin Quidditch players to collectively break through the defense.

There are such shameless people! This majestic Gryffindor can actually lie down and be in a state of disrepair!
Marcus Flint couldn't hold himself any longer, so he reached out and swept away Bourne's dinner plate. The broken plate made a crisp sound, and the fried eggs, steaks and some baked potato pieces contained in it were scattered around on the ground. Scattered.

"Boy! Just listen to me..."

Although he had seen some of Bourne's "hands-on" abilities when he was on the train, he was just a person at that time.

But now, they have an entire Quidditch team with substitutes, and this little wizard has shown a tendency to follow his heart, so Marcus feels that it won't be a big deal if he goes too far.

If this little stimulus makes Bourne angry and takes action, wouldn't they just re-implement Plan B?
The plan goes through!
However, just when Marcus was complacent about his wit, something unexpected happened to everyone once again.

Bourne did take action, yes.

However, the way he acted was actually a bit terrifying, as if he was not breaking out in silence, but becoming perverted in silence.

In sync with Marcus's action of sweeping down a plate of food, Bourne picked up the fork placed on the dining table and without looking, thrust it into Marcus' big hand before he could take it away from the table.

"Den!"

With the sound of metal carving into wood, the double-headed fork stood upright on the long table in the restaurant. The Slytherin Quidditch players, including Marcus, were stunned.

Perhaps because of his slow reaction, or perhaps he was simply frightened, Marcus finally let out a scream after a second or two: "Ahhhh..."

Bourne stood up suddenly and kicked the bench beneath him. The bench swung and hit the knees of Marcus Flint and the two Slytherin players behind him. A handsome boy with maroon hair and a boy with a hair color similar to Malfoy immediately fell to the ground with their legs crossed. Those who had bruised tendons could not use their legs at all in a short period of time, and could only hug their legs and keep squeezing on the ground.

Marcus was in a worse situation, because one of his arms was nailed to the table, so when he fell, he could not fall directly to the ground. Instead, his head and the table came into close contact with a "bang".

Compared with some crazy people, everyone who had contact with Bourne in his previous life generally believed that he was a quite kind guy.

Even though the Astartes are masters of reasoning and are particularly good at persuading quickly, Bourne usually only does this to aliens and aliens, and almost never to friendly forces or mortals.

However, clay figures still have a certain element of earthiness, so you can’t bully Astartes like an “honest person”! An Astartes repeatedly jumps across the baseline. Why, do you think he can't lift the chainsword, or do you think he can't lift the bolt gun?

To be honest, in Bourne's eyes, this group of Quidditch players coming to trouble him was not so much "bullying" as an experience he had never experienced before. Even the title "Hero of Slytherin", Bourne thinks is actually very logical and even a bit interesting.

Unfortunately, Marcus' behavior just now touched Bourne's bottom line: food cannot be wasted.

You know, in those years in the dark universe, in order to survive, Bourne ate too many "foods" that could not be considered food at all - amino acid nutritional porridge with ceramite powder, canned ant-cow roasted with a flamethrower, and even food by name. Just unacceptable corpse starch...

And even for these things, some civilians struggling at the bottom of the hive city have to pay with their lives if they want to eat them.

So, naturally, Byrne developed a habit of rare food that he continues to this day.

Momo, the house elf who has been taking care of him, can testify to this fact. The young master of the Slughorn family has not been picky about food since he was a child! Your appetite is better, it tastes better when you eat it!

Therefore, Bourne took action brazenly at this time and gave Marcus a small punishment and a big warning.

That's right, it was just a small punishment but a big warning, and he was 100% merciful. However, some people don't think so.

"Are you still watching? When the Quidditch match comes, I'll let you watch from the bench, okay?" Years of experience in Quidditch games have made Marcus' ability to withstand attacks better than that of ordinary little wizards. Many people even hit their heads without fainting.

After being reminded by his voice, the remaining Slytherin Quidditch players who were still standing suddenly woke up and immediately took out their wands.

"Grin and hula!"

"Stick a big stick in your front teeth!"

"It's hot and spicy!"

They each cast small evil spells that they were good at, not that they had any plans to hold back, but simply because they didn't have many of the more difficult spells that favored black magic.

However, at this moment, a red magic ray suddenly came from the door of the banquet hall. Moreover, during the flying process, this curse quickly dispersed into several, intercepting several small curses launched by Quidditch players.

Even though the scattered red magic rays were very thin, they still easily defeated every magic ray during the "wave confrontation" and smoothly extended to the wands held by the players.

As if being stung by a wasp, several players dropped their wands in unison. And all these wands were bounced away by the sudden spell, and they drew a parabola, and all fell into the palm of a hand at the door of the banquet hall like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

Snape, the dean of Slytherin House, stood at the door of the banquet hall like a big bat, wearing dark wizard robes.

"What are you doing!"

With just one word, he made the entire banquet hall seem to be enveloped by low pressure. Not only the Slytherin students, but also the young wizards from other colleges who came here to have breakfast swallowed involuntarily.

Snape walked over quickly, glanced at Bourne standing next to the dining table, and said nothing more.

Then, he turned his attention to Marcus, who was still fixed on the long table. Snape frowned when he saw the two-headed fork standing straight on the table, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

No blood!
Ignoring Marcus's horrified look, Snape reached out and grasped the handle of the double-ended fork, and pulled it out with a snap.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Marcus screamed.

"Shut up, Flint! You idiot! Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

Snape scolded: "This fork just pierced the sleeve of your wizard robe and passed through the gap between your fingers. What are you yelling about?"

Hey, it seems true!
Marcus was stunned for a moment by the scolding. He stretched out his hand and looked at it again and again, and then he was convinced that what the dean said was true.

"And you! Just cast spells in the banquet hall on the first day of school! Everyone..." At this point, Snape couldn't help but get stuck, "...but here, no magic is allowed. , start cleaning up the restaurant! Each of you will be put in solitary confinement for me on Saturday. The solitary location is on the Quidditch pitch. You will not be able to eat or rest until you have completed twelve hours of training!"

After announcing what to do with the Slytherin Quidditch team, Snape turned to look at Bourne again. "As for you, a first-year student, have you finished your breakfast? If so, get out of here and go to class."

Bourne shrugged. He was going to take the breakfast he had prepared for his roommates and leave. However, when he saw Draco's trio peeking in secretly at the door of the banquet hall, he changed his mind and got three more people... Oh no, it's breakfast for five people. Then he got up and left. Only the group of Slytherin Quidditch players, who were afraid of Snape's power and dared not speak out, and the gossips of other houses were left.

After Snape also left the banquet hall, the Slytherin players became normal again and dared to continue talking to each other.

"What were you doing just now?" Marcus asked: "If you were just like when you were playing Quidditch, you would have followed me as soon as I made a move, and the little wizard would have been lying on the ground!"

"Captain Flint, I think..." A team member wanted to say something, but he was immediately interrupted by Marcus.

"I don't want 'you think', I just want 'I think'! There are no excuses in Quidditch. All we want is victory! Even if you do whatever it takes!"

"No, Marcus, he may have other intentions." A senior student who was familiar with Marcus stopped the captain from becoming a little irritable, and at the same time motioned for him to look at the hem of his wizard robe.

When Marcus lowered his head, he saw that the hem of his wizard robe was already wet, and some dark yellow liquid was still dripping down.

"No, no," Marcus quickly waved his hand and said, "This is pumpkin juice. I spilled a pot of pumpkin juice when I poured it on the table just now and sprinkled it on myself. If you don't believe it, you can smell it."

As he spoke, he simply lifted up the wizard's robe, raised its hem and walked towards the players on his team.

The latter's reaction was to take a step back in unison, with agility and speed, highlighting the Quidditch tactics they had learned.

(End of this chapter)