Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 38 A different path
After sending away the Weasley twins, Bourne walked into the abandoned girls' bathroom alone.

"This must be the entrance to the secret room," Bourne thought silently as he glanced at the row of brass faucets stained with patina as he passed the sink.

"Quillo dares to come here at this time. He must have checked clearly. Ghost Myrtle must not be here at this time."

When investigating what Quirrell is doing here, with the help of the plot, Bourne actually already has a logical reasoning.

The reasoning comes to an end and comes to an end naturally.

Moreover, that was not the main reason why he volunteered to break up with the Weasley brothers.

The real reason is: He has a habit that when doing certain important things, he must and can only be alone.

Walking to the window sill of the bathroom, he looked at the blue sky. The afternoon sunlight shone on Bourne through the glass window.

"I was really slacking off a little bit before..."

Breathing out a deep breath, Bourne finally calmed down his restless heart after witnessing the manifestation of the "Purity Mark": "...it took some time, but it doesn't matter, I already understand what I have to do next. matter."

Just like a student who has taken the exam of [Real Variable Function] or [Random Process] with great fear, and after handing in the paper, most normal people will want to pick up snacks and use means such as chasing numbers, opening black cards, etc., to carry out heavy damage to the brain cells. Rescue.

It's like a social worker working overtime for a week in a row. After finally getting through to Friday, when he gets home, he always has the urge to order takeout, hold his cell phone, and then lie down on the sofa until next Monday.

From the dark universe of Warhammer to the heavenly world of Harry Potter, Bourne inevitably "falls". Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he is only an eleven-year-old child now.

But it wasn't until he began to face this problem squarely that he realized that it had been a long time since he had thought and acted like an Astartes.

Only on those rare occasions when he transformed into the Astartes Magus was there a hint of the Space Marine he had served for the past three hundred years.

In the past eleven years, although he had played with simple chainswords and bolters, these were more about making figures that he found interesting than looking for loyal fighting partners.

In the past, he might have been able to use time travel as an excuse.

But just after seeing the mark of purity burning on Quirrell's head, Bourne immediately realized that he might still be watched by that great being. Isn't a world like Harry Potter a prototype of the utopia in the eyes of that being?
Only by not mentioning any illusory big plans and doing something down-to-earth can he be worthy of this journey.

Can't slack off anymore!

"Set a small goal first," Bourne said firmly in his heart: "Since the mark of purity has appeared and marked the blasphemer for me, then that Voldemort is my first prey."

As for how to hunt, when Bourne began to think like an Astartes, he immediately listed three possible options.

First, follow the plot and use plot killing to kill that guy.

But that would take another seven years. And such a long time is usually enough for the Astartes to conquer several planets.

Bourne also wants to save face. Therefore, although this plan was feasible, it was ruled out by him first.

"There are only two remaining options. We need to do an experiment first before we can make a decision."

Thinking of this, Bourne quickly walked out of the bathroom and raced against time to find an experimental object hidden in the castle.

……

Not everyone is like Byrne, who soberly reflects on themselves once a problem is discovered and quickly finds a path for iterative upgrades.

As for people with character flaws, it is generally better to blame others than to reflect on themselves.

Even if they know clearly in their hearts, always doing this will make it difficult for them to make progress, and there is a high probability that they will encounter misfortune one after another in the future.

For example, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who just got up from the wet ground.

"It's all Peeves' fault!"

"If he hadn't used some alchemy tools he found from nowhere to attack me, I wouldn't have suffered this crime today!"

"It's all God's damn fault, Harry Potter!"

"If it weren't for this little brat, I wouldn't have had to risk going to that bathroom, and naturally I wouldn't have met that bastard Peeves!"

"And that old bee!"

"If I hadn't believed his lie - that professors of 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' have better salaries and brighter career prospects than lecturers of 'Muggle Studies' - I wouldn't have risked going to Albania. Study Tour!"

"And those who treat me as a slave..."

The last object of Quirrell's complaint only flashed through his mind, and he did not dare to think deeply about it. The Dark Lord is hiding in his body, and since he can possess him, he might also be able to read his thoughts. Looking at the whip with barbs on the desk in the office, Quirrell's body trembled violently.

He just complained so much, but he never thought about:
If he hadn't submitted a "Promotion Application Report" to the principal because of his conceited talent, there is a high probability that Dumbledore would have openly recruited a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the wizarding society in order to find a powerful wizard;
If he hadn't been tempted to spend money to watch the vampire female bartender's "Storm Up" program when he was traveling in Albania, he wouldn't have been thrown into the dark forest after being tricked and became Voldemort's prey;
If he hadn't become greedy for all kinds of dark magic knowledge, he could have returned to Hogwarts as soon as possible to seek help from Dumbledore, and remove the unstable possession when Voldemort was extremely weak.

And the reason why he repeatedly ran to the abandoned girls' bathroom was actually because he believed what Voldemort told him: There was something there that could help him quickly learn Parseltongue.

"What should I do?" After finding a chair and sitting down, Quirrell secretly wondered: "Can I turn back now?"

With a timid personality, he quietly retreated in his heart after experiencing the previous encounter in which he didn't actually suffer much besides pain.

Because he was lost in thought, he didn't notice that the scary face on the back of his head that always talked to him when he was alone had not taken the initiative to give him any orders for several minutes.

Likewise, he did not notice that the tip of the alder wand he held in his hand was pointed at himself.

The various negative emotions surging in his mind have become black threads, and are being absorbed bit by bit by the wand without leaving a trace. In a place that cannot be seen with the naked eye, the core of the wand, which is made of unicorn tail hair, has absorbed too much of this substance, so it is gradually turning black and losing its original luster.

"Idiot, a little more, a little more!" Voldemort, who was possessed by Quirrell, secretly shouted in his heart.

The various negative emotions of the host are nothing less than a great tonic for him in this state.

In addition, the alder wand, originally loyal to its master, might also be Quirrell's last life-saving straw.

If Quirrell could face up to its resistance, he might be able to save himself, or find someone to help him save himself.

But now, it has been completely tainted by Voldemort's dark magic and has become his slave just like Quirrell.

At this moment, Voldemort didn't need to say anything more. He only needed to gently stir Quirrell's mind——

"No!" Quirrell shook his head violently.

"The matter has come to this. If I confess to Dumbledore now, even if the possession is lifted, after the matter is spread, I will become like those werewolves in the future, unable to gain a foothold in the magical world!

No one would believe a wizard who had been possessed by a mysterious figure, and there was no turning back.

And if I can help the master resurrect, then I can get his reward! Whether it's power, wealth, or all kinds of powerful black magic, they will all be in my possession, Quirrell! "

Thinking of this, Quirrell suddenly stood up from his chair as if he had been injected with blood, and for the first time, he took the initiative to ask Voldemort.

"Master? Can you hear me? What should we... do next? I hope to get your inspiration!"

A moment later, when Quirrell even had some doubts about whether he was too reckless in asking just now, Voldemort finally responded.

"Hey hey hey..."

If there were any Death Eaters present at this time, they would definitely recognize this as the standard sound of the Dark Lord laughing.

It's just that since that night eleven years ago, when Voldemort was hit by the rebounding killing curse and turned into a remnant soul and fled to the Albanian forest to survive, the Dark Lord of his generation has never smiled like this!

Until today, as a blessing in disguise, Peeves used an alchemical tool he got from nowhere (he thought the Mark of Purity was an alchemical tool) to break Quirrell's guard, and he finally completely subdued this servant.

He was finally able to do those orders that he could only think about before but could not give because of fear of causing Quirrell's backlash.

Originally, he possessed Quirrell, and his bottom line goal was to seize the magic stone and try to resurrect himself. However, looking at the current situation, it seems that there are many, many things he can do.

"Hey hey hey..." Thinking of this, he once again let out his trademark wild laugh.

Listening to this weird laughter, Professor Quirrell couldn't help but swallowed with a "Gulu" sound, feeling a little scared in his heart.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of his office three times, and Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

Quirrell hurriedly picked up the wand and cast a spell on his own clothes: "Reparo!"

He was surprised that when he cast the spell this time, the wand didn't seem to resist him as much as it did the previous time.

He originally thought he would need to use it a few more times. However, just after reciting the magic spell, his wet clothes and the purple turban that was burned to tatters all turned into their original appearance.

"Merlin's purple underwear!" Suddenly, Quirrell felt much better and even couldn't help but whistle.

Then, he walked towards the door of the office, ready to see who was visiting him at this time.

(End of this chapter)