Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 73 The old man walking the bird
Gryffindor common room.

While eating "hammer biscuits" - Bourne's name for biscuits with ceramic powder added - the little wizard wrote today's diary.

I don’t know where Ryan went to play, but with his intelligence, he will definitely be able to come back on his own.

Ruth had just stolen a piece of "hammer biscuit" and felt it was not as delicious as the rock biscuit, so he lay on the floor and continued to grind his teeth with the rock biscuit as a way to digest food after the meal.

Khan... was lent to their dormitory by some little witches, and he probably won't be able to come back tonight.

Burnt wrote down the date and weather, then began to recall what happened today.

What should I write about?
Because he promised to show the diary to Horace, he had to avoid writing about things that would worry his grandfather.

At this moment, Harry, who was lying on the table and concentrating on copying Bourne's homework, suddenly threw the quill aside, covered his forehead and let out an "ouch".

Neville and Ron, who were sitting next to him, immediately supported him and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

"Thank you, I just have a headache." Harry thanked his two friends. "Probably for Professor Snape's Potions homework."

Hearing this, the little witch Hermione across the table suddenly frowned and said in a tone of hatred: "What do you call homework? It's obviously an English translation of Bourne's homework, but I don't even know it." Sorry to tell you."

Ron couldn't stand listening anymore and stood up for his good brother and said: "What should we do? That old bat has gone crazy for some reason. The paper on the expansion potion actually requires us to fill a 2-foot-long parchment!
Harry had to attend Wood's special training tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If he didn't finish his homework as soon as possible, if he couldn't hand it in on time next week, Snape would have to deduct Academy points like crazy. "

"Then why has Bourne finished writing?" Hermione stretched out her neck like a cockfighting cock and asked, "He also has to participate in Wood's special training on weekends."

"Bern has a family heritage!" Ron said matter-of-factly: "His surname is Slughorn. His grandfather is not only a potion master, but also a professor of potions class at Hogwarts. My parents are both I took a class from that old gentleman.”

To be honest, the Weasley family is definitely a wizarding family that has a very favorable impression of Muggles.

However, they are also wizards after all.

Even though several generations of the Weasley family have expressed their opposition to "bloodline determinism," their opposition is limited to their opposition to "determinism," rather than their complete opposition to "different bloodlines will bring different talents to wizards." .

So far, this theory of bloodline talent has actually been the mainstream understanding of the wizard community (especially the circle of wizards with high magic power).

Just like only people from the Dumbledore family can attract the allegiance of the Fire Phoenix; just like a truly capable fortune teller, one hundred percent of his (or her) ancestors have someone who has opened the "Third Eye"; just like Scar Regardless of whether their grades are good or bad, the children of the Mander family have a very high probability of being expelled from school...

There are too many examples that can be used as evidence for this theory. There is almost no possibility of falsification, and there is no need.

"You guys, stop arguing." Harry rubbed his head and stopped the bickering between the two friends.

"Bourne's homework is difficult to copy, okay? To be honest, I already regretted borrowing his homework to copy. Professor Snape specified that the homework should be 2 feet long, and he wrote 5 feet long..."

He reluctantly showed Hermione Bourne's Potions homework.

It turned out that the reason why Byrne's assignment was so long was because he attached many figures to the parchment.

Mainly, the characteristics that need to be paid attention to when selecting raw materials for potions, as well as some of his personal thoughts on the configuration steps.

"Here are the correct techniques for writing long assignments. You're welcome!" Bourne smiled and made a sign with Harry.

Then, he took out a small glass bottle containing the liquefied Patronus Charm.

Today Dumbledore gave it to Burn and asked him to find an opportunity to give it to Harry.

At that time, Dumbledore said this: "Bourne, you know what this is, right? When you give it to Harry, try not to look too deliberate."

Byrne thought now would be a good time.

"Also, take this too." With that, Bourne threw the liquefied Patronus Charm over, and Harry reached out and caught the glass bottle firmly.

"This potion can be taken internally or externally. When you have a headache, you can apply it on your head. It should provide relief."

"what is this?"

Harry asked a question that was very curious to all the young wizards present.

"This is the Liquified Patronus Charm."

Bourne explained simply: "This is a magic potion brewed by Grandpa Horace for me. It is difficult to buy on the market.

You can simply understand it as a "magic" Patronus Charm.

This potion basically has all the functions that a God-calling Guard should have. Just because it is not released by myself, the effect is weaker than the magic spell. "

Except for the studious Hermione who memorized the words "Patronus Charm" and "Calling Guardian" that she had never heard of before, and was ready to look it up later, the other little wizards were more concerned about this seemingly expensive item. , How magical is the effect of the shining silver potion?

Pulling out the cork, Harry dipped his finger into some of the liquefied Patronus Charm, put it on his tongue and licked it.

It actually tastes like sweet lemonade!
He gave a little bit to the other little wizards.

The amazing thing is that although everyone has different feelings after tasting it, the taste is always their favorite. Everyone agreed that Bourne's grandfather Horace was a well-deserved master in the potion world.

"Sure enough, making the potion depends on Mr. Slughorn. This is much better than the potion brewed by Snape!"

Ron's evaluation was the simplest and most direct. Bourne decided that he would definitely write this sentence into his diary soon.

Then, Harry poured a little more liquefied Patronus Charm potion and applied it to the painful scar on his head.

He was not disappointed. When the light silver potion penetrated into the skin of his forehead, Harry's headache disappeared quickly.

"This potion really works!" Harry said excitedly: "Bourne, you are such a good person."
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On the stairs.

Silence, speechlessness.

The silence speaks.

Voldemort was beyond angry.

He first forcibly took over Quirrell's body and summoned the lost wand using the silent and wandless casting technique.

Immediately afterwards, without saying a word, he used a magic spell to blow up the Wolf Fang flying saucer he threw to the ground into pieces.

"Appear quickly!"

Standing on the stairs, like a conductor standing in the center of the stage, he stretched out his arms and swayed magic spells around him.

It must be admitted that the Dark Lord is indeed a master of spells, and the host's foundation is also good - within two or three times, the spell followed Voldemort's intuition and hit Peeves, who was invisible and floating in the air.

"Sapris, fuck Falco!"

After swearing, the old ghost turned around and ran away without even bringing his head back. "Ava——"

However, just as he was about to use the killing curse on Peeves, a fiery red figure suddenly broke into Quirrell's field of vision.

The phoenix Fox flew out of nowhere and kept hovering under the dome of the castle, making a chirping sound.

There was no other way, Voldemort could only hold back the curse that was about to come out.

Dumbledore appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing pajamas with a moon and stars pattern on them and a nightcap on his head.

"Professor Quirrell, your face?"

The old principal asked him condescendingly, his words showing concern.

"School, school, principal..."

After experiencing three sudden incidents that were more like "murders" than "pranks", Quirrell had long since sobered up, and he began to stutter again.

At this time, the two-faced professor looked like he had just crawled out of the coal mine, his face covered with a thick layer of black ash - but this was also convenient for him to hide the sight of Dumbledore, and his face could not help but A look of horror emerged.

As he spoke, smoke rings actually came out of his mouth.

"...It was Peeves!" he said. "It was that guy who attacked me. He devised several very nasty pranks!"

"It's that guy again!" Dumbledore first used 'Clean Up' on Quirrell.

Then the old headmaster continued to ask: "Are you okay? Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey's to check? I see that the turban on your head is torn."

"No, no, it's okay."

Quirrell touched the top of his head in panic and found that the turban was still there, and then felt relieved again.

"Don't worry, I'll just go back and take a shower and then have a good sleep. I can take care of myself."

He did not ask Dumbledore to punish Peeves.

As a professor at Hogwarts, he knows more than the little wizards who have been bullied by Peeves: Peeves and the Magic Castle have a symbiotic relationship. Except for the most evil black magic, otherwise, wizards basically use this The unique Sao Ling has no clue.

The most punishing method for him is to temporarily expel him, and then let Bloody Barro restrain him for a period of time.

"Okay, I will talk to Sir Barrow about this. You can go and have a rest." Dumbledore walked down the stairs and patted him on the shoulder.

Quirrell's legs trembled.

"As long as you can take care of yourself." Dumbledore said, "You are obviously a young man, but he always speaks and acts in a mature manner.

You see, my old friend Fox is so old, but he still pesters me to take care of him and take him for a walk when he has nothing to do.

It’s really…”

Although the headmaster looked like an old Muggle man who had retired at home and had nothing to do, Quirrell did not dare to underestimate the white devil.

Didn't you see that when he used the "Clean Up" spell just now, the old wizard stepped on the [Spell Sensing Staircase] just like Quirrell did before? However, even though he successfully cast the spell, the [Spell Sensing Staircase] did not turn into a slide.

This is because the [Spell Sensing Stairs] customized by Principal Black at his own expense were all "high-end goods" (after all, the Black family has been so poor that they only had Galleons left many generations ago), so they understand the "difference" "Treat"——Don't even think about provoking wizards who shouldn't be provoked.

Quirrell hunched over slightly and waited until Dumbledore walked down the stairs and into the foyer of the castle. Then he straightened up and hurried upstairs to his office.

The failure to retaliate against Peeves in time made Tom feel extremely bad. This also led to Quirrell "sleeping" in a pool of blood on the ground tonight.

And he endured this baby-like sleep for a full month!

Because Peeves got into trouble with him.

As if to clear out his inventory, this guy took out many props from the prank "arsenal" and tortured Quirrell anytime and anywhere.

Although Quirrell has become very careful and no longer suffers "consecutive critical hits" like the first time, Peeves' tricks are endless.

No matter how careful he is, he will inevitably get tricked occasionally. Moreover, even if he no longer leaves the office at noon, but chooses to travel in the dangerous "morning and evening" hours, he still cannot escape Peeves, who stalks him to the end.

And every time his patience was exhausted and he wanted to inflict a vicious black magic on that guy, he would always "encounter" an old man walking a bird.

"Fox ate too much today and needs to lose weight. I have to take him for a walk."

"Fox has used a new feather enhancer, so he has to look pretty."

"It had a dispute with an owl and asked me to help mediate the conflict."

"..."

After listening to Dumbledore's various reasons for walking the birds, Quirrell couldn't help but secretly complain: He is over a hundred years old, and he still goes out to walk the birds every day. This old man is not afraid of exhausting himself to death!

Moreover, will Dumbledore be exhausted and put aside? If Peeves continues to do this, the master will punish him every day to adjust his mentality. He feels that he may not be able to survive the centenarian.

"It shouldn't be? Why does Peeves keep staring at me?"

Feeling sorry for himself, Quirrell fell into deep self-doubt.

"Although I have used the Imperius Curse on him before, he should not remember that incident. Why does he keep targeting me?"

Quirrell was puzzled.

However, he felt that he really had to do something. Because of Peeves, he never had the chance to do well in what Voldemort entrusted to him—"to frighten the little bastards at Hogwarts."

Even the two roosters stolen from Hagrid's cabin had grown fat and strong after being kept in the bedroom for more than a month.

The adult seemed less willing to urge him. This was undoubtedly something worse than physical punishment.

"No, I have to do something."

On the last day of October, when he was treating himself in the morning for the whiplash wounds caused by last night, Quirrell finally made up his mind. To this end, he deliberately dismantled the small nest prepared for the rooster and used the straw inside to weave a small scarecrow.

He cast a dark magic that he had used when he broke into Gringotts before, using blood as an inducer to temporarily turn the scarecrow into his stand-in.

"I hope this substitute never encounters Dumbledore walking a bird when he goes out for a walk!" Quirrell silently prayed to Merlin in his heart.

He swore that if his prayers worked, he would donate many real silk pants to the statue of Merlin... in the future.

(End of this chapter)