Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 43 Horace’s Gift
What a great kid, what a shame.

Snape sighed inwardly.

If Bourne had not been placed in Gryffindor, but was instead a student of Slytherin, with the meticulous logic, knowledge reserve, and clear understanding of the cutting-edge figures in the field of potions that he had just shown...

He had to add 20 points to Bourne.

Moreover, Bourne's additions of "you can get fecal stones from the Potions classroom" and "find him immediately if you are poisoned" are really in line with Snape's wishes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Harry - he was obviously a scumbag, but he still wore glasses, his body proportions were not very good, he looked like a chicken - he didn't look good in any way, But he only has a pair of eyes that are exactly the same as his mother's.

"Child, please be more careful..."

The passage about bezoar was specially told by Snape to Harry. The knowledge that it can be used to quickly absorb poisons will not actually appear in lower grade textbooks at all.

It was because he was worried that Harry might be targeted by someone and be poisoned that Snape taught the young wizards the trick of using fecal stones as an emergency.

The supplement that Byrne made did patch up his somewhat ill-advised explanation.

"Gryffindor, three extra points."

In the end, he decided to give Bourne some points, even if it was mutually beneficial.

The little lions suddenly became excited. If it were not a Potions class but another class, they would probably stand up and cheer.

You know, let alone first-year freshmen, even the outstanding seniors of Gryffindor's senior class can't get many extra points in Potions class.

And Bourne, a first-year freshman, got extra points in his first Potions class. It was a rare three points at once. This was simply a manifestation of Merlin!
Of course, Bourne didn't know what the little lions thought like this, and even if he knew, he would probably laugh it off.

What's the matter with Merlin?

Moreover, Snape would not agree with the ideas of the little lions, because Slytherins have a saying since ancient times: Merlin is a graduate of Slytherin.

How could he bless Gryffindor?
……

The extra point period was over, and the Potions class quickly returned to what it should be. Whether it is the little lion of Gryffindor or the little snake of Slytherin, they have neither time nor the courage to talk too much in the classroom practice sessions.

Magic potions are generally divided into four categories: antidotes, poisons, witchcraft medicines and alchemical medicines, with the difficulty of making them increasing in order.

The "Liquified Patronus Charm" that Dumbledore asked Horace to help make before was a kind of witchcraft medicine.

The first lesson for the little wizards is to learn a simple potion used to treat boils.

The ingredient list for this potion only contains four ingredients: dried nettles, snake teeth, horned slugs, and porcupine quills. However, if you are not careful during the production process, it is still easy to cause some accidents.

For example, Neville made a huge mistake in the last step and put the porcupine quills directly into the cauldron while it was still boiling over the fire.

Fortunately, Bourne, who was working with him, had quick hands and eyes, and put out the fire at the last moment, so the crucible did not explode.

After the porcupine quills were completely melted, Bourne lit the blowtorch with his wand and carefully adjusted the flame, then reheated the potion by simmering it over low heat.

While the little wizard was brewing the potion, Snape kept walking up and down the aisles, wandering. The Potions Professor loves to criticize operations and is particularly venomous towards Gryffindor students.

Harry was almost driven crazy.

Because Snape always stared at him. He obviously followed the standard steps in the book, but after reading it, the professor still shook his head and sighed, with "Why are you so stupid" written all over his face? .

Of course, as mentioned before, little lions are not the only ones who suffer in Potions class.

Even though he was slightly less venomous towards the little snakes because he was the head of Slytherin, when he deserved criticism, Snape's output was still very fierce.

For example, Malfoy's little follower Ben Goyle didn't know if he was lazy, but he put his wand on the edge of the cauldron while stirring the potion. As a result, the wand slipped directly into the boiling potion.

His crucible took off in the next second and came into direct contact with the ceiling of the basement.

Thanks to Snape's timely intervention, a pot of boiling potion was prevented from spilling on the entire class. Then the professor gave Goyle a "love caress" on the head and punished him for today. A man cleans the men's room in the Slytherin common room.

Seeing Snape getting angry at Goyle, many little lions were holding back their laughter, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

However, Bourne noticed that Snape had reflexively blocked Harry in the moment the accident happened.

"Exemplary of verbal integrity and physical integrity."

……

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. The little wizards were all exhausted after attending two big classes that were extremely physically and mentally draining.

Hungry, they rushed directly to the banquet hall of Hogwarts after class.

What surprised them was that the lunch provided by the school today seemed to be particularly rich compared to the lunches in the past that were more or less white people's meals.

Fried chicken legs, fried pork chops, French fries, roasted whole chicken, roasted quail, roasted pork chops, roasted potatoes...

In short, it's all hard food.

Naturally, there were more little wizards sitting down to eat in the banquet hall today than before, from all grades, and the excitement was as lively as a dinner party.

Wherever there is excitement, there are twins.

"Hey, Bourne, I heard you got extra points in both classes this morning. Great job!"

George and Fred came over.

They sat down next to Bourne and Neville with their plates, and Ron and Harry sat across the table.

"Why is today's lunch so rich?"

There was a plate with an "S" shape in front of Bourne. Horace told him that he paid extra money for the school and prepared nutritious meals for him. What he ate today was dragon ribs. Ron had just exchanged a large chicken drumstick for a small piece with him to try, but he found that he couldn't chew the large fiber inside. Only Bourne ate it with gusto, as he had been accustomed to it since childhood. Even got some grilled quail and salad to eat.

"Today is Thursday," Fred explained while holding a piece of pie. Not only Bourne, but all the other little wizards were curious about this, thinking it was another secret of Hogwarts. .

"It's not a secret..."

George waved his hand to signal the first-year wizard not to make a fuss.

“...Every Thursday in each grade, either in the morning or in the afternoon, there will definitely be two big classes in a row.

This is because professors will basically arrange the classes with the most homework before Thursday, leaving Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for the little wizard to write homework. There are only two days on the weekend, so I may not be able to finish my homework.

Two big classes in a row, well, you guys feel it too, you are tired and hungry, so the lunch and dinner prepared by the school on Thursday are quite sumptuous.

This is called—"

With a long note, he picked up a glass of bubble juice and clinked the glasses with his brother Fred.

Then the two brothers uttered the words in unison: "——Crazy Thursday!"

George: "There's no avoiding Thursday."

Fred: "Have fun learning, have fun eating."

George: "Even if you can't learn it."

Fred: "At least you can enjoy it."

Hahaha……

After the two brothers finished speaking, they burst into laughter. With these two living treasures enlivening the atmosphere, even the little witch Hermione, who was unhappy because she was deducted a point in Potions class, felt much more relaxed.

Just when they were about to say something more, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the foyer. Six or seven owls flew over from that side together.

"Strange? There is actually an owl delivering a message at this time?" The twins looked at each other in surprise and completed the silent communication in an instant.

The owls were divided into two groups, one group continued to fly deep into Hogwarts Castle, and the other group flew directly to the little wizard's dining table.

To be precise, the three owls flying towards the dining table were actually flying towards Bourne.

They also worked together to carry a box. The box was obviously so heavy that it was difficult for the three owls to carry it.

In the end, thanks to Bourne's quick hands and eyes, he caught the box in mid-air, and then reached out to stop them in time, so that the three little owls didn't slam into the soup pot containing the creamy soup with their faces.

He smoothed the feathers of the three owls, and then asked Harry to borrow some nuts - because Harry kept an owl named "Hedwig" as a pet, he always had some nuts with him. Owl snacks - rewarded three courier guys.

After that, he opened the box sent by the owl under the curious eyes of everyone.

The box itself is nothing unusual, it’s just a cardboard box. The reason why it’s heavy is because of what’s inside——

A wooden stick.

"This is a batter's bat!" As the batsmen of the hospital team, the twins recognized what this bat was at a glance.

Different from ordinary bats: the whole bat is not cylindrical, but is polished into a triangular shape, and the surface is painted crimson; the grip of the entire bat and the top of the bat, They are all covered with a kind of horny decoration. Judging from the regular lines on them, they should be made from the horns of some kind of creature.

Next to the bat, there was a small piece of paper with the title "A gift to commemorate my little Bourne's first week of school".

"Dear little Bourne, you can see the words... This is the gift I prepared for you - a branch voluntarily given by the Whomping Willow, and a stick made from the horns of the black dragons in the Heshidry Islands that fell off during the fight. bat.

After all, you have flying lessons tomorrow, and while it’s unlikely you’ll need it on your first lesson, who knows?
I have already talked with Albus, your performance is quite good, you have added five points to the academy in just a few days..."

This little card contains a long paragraph and ends with "Remember to write to me every week."

After reading it, Bourne had two doubts. One of them was: it seems that counting the three points added in the Potions class just now, and the one point deducted and three points added in the Defense Against Dark Arts class, the two added up. Only five points added...Grandpa Horace really has a lot of ears and eyes.

The Weasley twins and the other little wizards who also came over were all shocked by the gift Bourne received.

"The bat is made of the Whomping Willow. According to legend, if you use it to hit Bludgers, you will always hit the target!" George and Fred looked at the bat as if it were a treasure.

As for their little brother Ron, this kid is also very familiar with Quidditch. "I remember that the Falmouth Falcons were known for their daring and hard-working team. Their legendary hitter Carl Brodeur had a bat from the Whomping Willow."

The twins looked at him in surprise.

George: "Okay, Ronaldinho, you are very knowledgeable. Yes, the legendary batsman Carl Brodt did use a Whomping Willow bat. He and Kevin from 1958 to 1969 Playing together for the Falmouth Falcons, the two were suspended 11 times by the Magic Sports and Sports Arena in 14."

Fred winked at Ron and Harry and took over his brother's words: "Do you know what the Falcons' slogan is? Their slogan is 'Let's win, but if we can't win, let's fight' Break a few heads'."

Hiss... Hearing such a cruel slogan, the little wizards couldn't help but collectively took a breath.

The prank was successful, and the twins gave a small high-five to celebrate, but they immediately remembered something.

George said: "Bourne, you have received such a valuable gift, you must give it a good name!"

Fred nodded: "Yes, this is very important. Names in the wizarding world are magical. Just like Carl Brod just mentioned, he named his bat 'Skull Crusher' - later As it turns out, the name is apt.”

Bourne picked up the triangular prism-shaped bat and weighed it. The Whomping Willow is indeed a magical plant, and its branches are not much longer than a normal human forearm.

He thought for a while and felt that a name would be more appropriate: "I decided to call it 'Triple Speed' from now on."

Does this need an explanation? Red, with horns, the name "Triple Speed" is indeed very appropriate.

(End of this chapter)