Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 81 Living Hell Soup and Swelling Potion
Hogsmeade Village in November has reached the end of autumn, and winter is about to begin.

After standing deep in the alley for a long time, Mundungus felt a little cold.

He took out the half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey from his pocket and wanted to take a few sips to warm his body.

However, considering the upcoming transaction, he finally put the unscrewed bottle cap back on and put the bottle back into his windbreaker pocket.

"Damn guy." Mundungus stomped his feet in coldness, and the sound of stomping sounded in the deserted alley.

"We clearly made an appointment, why is he so late this time?"

He suddenly thought of a bad possibility: "Could it be that the wizard discovered that I mixed some light salt water into the blood of the magical animals he bought, so he didn't plan to come?"
Impossible, he is not a potions master like Snape, and the potions that need to be brewed will not have such strict material requirements, right? "

Mundungus, whose full name is Mundungus Fletcher, is nicknamed "Dung" (meaning "dung" in English).

His professional experience is very rich, and his resume includes but is not limited to: liar, thief, lobbyist, wizarding intelligence broker, smuggler of prohibited magic materials, Knockturn Alley roadside stall owner, unregistered door key holder …

In addition to murder and arson, this guy has done almost all bad things.

However, even after doing so many illegal activities, Mundungus still maintains the record of "0 enrollments in Azkaban" to this day.

This is because this guy has definitely invested a lot of time and thought in the skill of "playing both sides".

For example: More than ten years after the rise of Voldemort, Mundungus took the initiative to find Dumbledore and joined the Order of the Phoenix. He took on the task of collecting intelligence from the wizarding world on his own.

Until the fall of Voldemort, he was working for Dumbledore, and Dumbledore never wanted to find anyone else to replace him - this also shows that, regardless of his character, Mundungus' work ability is indeed Recognized by "the greatest white wizard of our time".

When looking for him to buy magical animal blood rich in magical power, Quirrell actually found the right person.

(Of course, Quirrell has always hidden his identity, and Mundungus only knows that the person he is trading with is a wizard.)
Because Lord Voldemort needs to "replenish his body", Quirrell "cannot do without" the blood of magical animals almost every day, and must drink at least half a pint (about 250ml) every day.

To be honest, his dependence on magic-rich blood is even more exaggerated than that of the previous vampires.

If he were not looking for the "wild" Mundungus, but looking for someone else to buy it, Quirrell might not be able to buy a large amount of magical animal blood rich in magic power.

Although the blood of magical animals is usually used to make potions, and those potions are generally normal trade items among the magic circles of various countries, the fact that the end product can be circulated does not mean that the raw materials can be circulated - as for the reason, I understand Everyone understands that this is indeed a monopoly.

Pure-blood wizarding families who have the ability to monopolize knowledge (the Slughorn family) and talents (the Dumbledore family), while those who have little ability (the Malfoy family and the like) can only monopolize limited magical resources. .

Ironically, the latter was once the main object of unity when Voldemort rose, but now he has become one of the biggest obstacles to the Dark Lord's resurrection plan.

On the contrary, Mundungus, who was once an important member of the Order of the Phoenix, has now become Voldemort's helper in hanging his life.

I have to say that sometimes, reality is more magical than fiction.

"What should we do next?" George glanced over the abandoned furniture, retracted his head, and asked Fred and Bourne in a low voice.

Although they had always been naughty and mischievous in the past, the twins had never had the experience of squatting together in what was suspected to be an "illegal transaction" like today. Neither of them had any good ideas at the time.

This kind of thing depends on Bourne.

During those years of wandering in the Warhammer universe, he inevitably entered the hive many times and saw all kinds of bad people and bad things.

The first time he saw Mundungus, his brain automatically generated different action plans that could be divided into two categories, adding up to a total of about seventeen or eighteen.

One type of solution is very simple and crude:

The first step is to go over and knock that person down;
In the second step, whether it is using physical means such as the "Great Memory Restoration Technique", or using memory magic or veritaserum, you will definitely be able to find something useful in his mind;

The third step is to make those things into a complete chain of evidence to correct the fact that Quirrell committed the crime, and leave all the rest to Principal Dumbledore to handle.

But the problem is that although this kind of plan is very convenient to implement at the beginning - Byrne estimates that it will only take three punches and two kicks at most, no more, and if there are more witnesses (Mundungs), he will probably be dead - But starting from the third step, things get a little troublesome.

Regardless of whether it is difficult to create a chain of evidence or whether the two-faced Quirrell will quibble, even if Voldemort's remnant soul is finally brought to justice, Bourne will actually be dissatisfied.

Is that a matter of judgment?

Is it a matter of putting Quirrell in Azkaban prison and handing him over to the dementors?
Since the vampire incident, Bourne accidentally purified the Horcrux that the heretic obtained from nowhere (Chapter 62)...

Regarding blasphemous and degenerate items such as "Horcruxes", Bourne's attitude became very clear: The Emperor is above, these things must be strictly purified!

Purifying heretics and aliens is what the Astartes should do. Even some weak judges in the Tribunal will not strictly enforce the matter of finding evidence.

Therefore, after consideration, Bourne chose another response: although it was a little troublesome at first, it should become easier to deal with later.

Taking out the deformed lizard wallet that Grandpa Horace gave him, Bourne took out a bottle of "Living Hell Potion" - a potion made from mugwort and narcissus root powder, also known as It is the "water of life and death". It can be used as a poison at high concentrations and as a very effective sleeping pill at low concentrations.

Although this is something only learned in potions class in sixth grade, it’s hard to resist the fact that Bourne has a grandfather who likes to cook small stoves for him.

Every week, Horace would write extra letters to Bourne to "correspondence" about potions knowledge that was far beyond his current learning progress, and would also urge him to go to the potions classroom to practice on his own when there was no class.

"Keep your breath." Bourne reminded the Weasley twins before uncorking the bottle of "Living Hell Potion".

One of the benefits of being a library assistant was that he and Mrs. Pince learned many magical techniques for controlling the environment (in order to preserve all kinds of strange magical books), including a spell that worked like a mist humidifier.

"Misty!"

Because he worked in the library for a long time, Bourne was already familiar with this spell and could cast it silently. He tapped the mouth of the bottle of "Living Hell Potion" with his wand, and then pointed the wand at Mundungus standing deep in the alley.

The potion in the bottle quickly atomized and turned into a hazy mist, which spread to Mundungus in an instant.

"Three, two, one."

Bourne counted three silently, and then the man who inhaled the atomized "Living Hell Decoction" fainted and fell to the ground with a "pop".

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

Bourne cast another spell, dispersing the atomized potion remaining in the alley. His Primaris Astartes nose couldn't smell the potion's scent, and it was probably impossible for anyone else to smell it. After all, the person coming to trade later is a wizard, not his pet Ruth.

"What kind of mischief potion is this?"

As soon as he could breathe, Fred couldn't help but ask Bourne about the origin of the "living hell potion" he was holding. George also had a "me too" look on his face. The Weasley twins didn't recognize the potion and thought it must be a hoax potion invented by Bourne.

"How about you take a guess?"

Bourne said in a bit of a bad way, imitating what the two brothers had said when they asked him to guess the secret passage, with a "malicious" look on his face.

Fred: "Damn it, he tricked me."

George: "I think we have been a little slack recently. The projects of 'Fat Tongue Toffee' and 'Nosebleed Nougat' have obviously been approved, but we haven't had time to research them recently."

Fred: "It's not because Quirrell is so mysterious that it's hard not to want to reveal his secrets."

George: "Yeah, it's his fault."

The twins talk to each other and seem to be indifferent (of course they are), but in fact they are very smart.

Realizing that Bourne had an idea (and they had no idea), they simply chose to lie down and be spectators, watching Bourne move on the fallen wizard...

Looking for something.

After some rummaging, Bourne found a poorly maintained wand on the man's body; a bag used to hold money; a bottle of Firewhiskey with only a few puffs left; a pack of cigarettes; In the bag is a bottle full of "gurgling liquor".

Obviously, the "clucking spirit" should be the item Mundungus wants to trade - he has a bottle of fire whiskey in his pocket, but this bottle is said to be rated as the No. 1 spirit by American wizards. , unexpectedly it has never been opened.

"Boom!"

Bourne pulled out the soft cork on the bottle of "Cluck Spirits", and a strong smell of blood immediately wafted out of the bottle.

It has a fishy smell that makes people feel hot. Just by smelling it, you can feel the body temperature of the "owner" of the blood...

"This is the blood of a fire dragon, and the species should be Peruvian Venomous Dragon." Thanks to the teachings of his grandfather, the potion master, Bourne has a good idea of ​​how to distinguish the nuances of potion materials.

“This kind of fire dragon is too picky and irritable, so they cannot be bred in large numbers in dragon farms for the time being.

And, even if they could be bred in captivity, their size doesn't allow for large amounts of blood to be drawn.

Due to the protection of this magical animal, the blood, scales, horns and internal organs of the Peruvian Vipertooth are prohibited trade items.

Its dragon dung can be sold.

But dragon farms can also produce dragon dung, and there is no shortage of goods on the market. It is not profitable at all to resell the dung of Peruvian Venomous Dragon..."

Bourne was already roughly certain that this was what Quirrell wanted to buy. Blood rich in magic is an indispensable "food" for Voldemort.

Because it was impossible to go to the Forbidden Forest to poach magical animals every night, Quirrell had to regularly buy some goods from smugglers to provide for his master in the days when he couldn't go hunting.

After thinking about this clearly, Bourne quickly took out some bottles and jars from the deformed lizard skin wallet, poured the blood of the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon into an empty test tube, and then added some other magic potions into the bottle of "Cluck Spirits" .

"Isn't that a swelling potion?"

Although they didn't recognize "Living Hell Potion", a potion only learned in sixth grade, the Weasley brothers' grades in potions class were pretty good, and they recognized that what Bourne poured into the wine bottle was learned in first grade. A "tumescent agent" that causes parts of the body's tissues to swell into lumps.

Mastering the knowledge of configuring this kind of potion is a prerequisite for making more advanced potions such as "Giant Potion" and "Shrinking Potion", so it is the focus of the first-year potion class. Professor Snape, on the other hand, launches a merciless "venomous offensive" against first-year wizards every year because of it.

George and Fred, as the little lions of Gryffindor, naturally received the focus of care from Professor Snape.

Fortunately, they learned well.

"Yes, it's the swelling potion," Bourne admitted happily: "Although it is almost certain that Professor Quirrell will find this person to buy smuggled fire dragon blood, but we don't know yet what he will do with the fire dragon blood - —Drink it yourself, smear it on your body, or make a potion for others to drink...

Fire dragon blood has twelve uses, we can't guess. We have to check, what on earth did he do to buy so much magic-rich blood? "

The twins suddenly understood.
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"Merlin's furry slippers!" Mundungus rubbed his sore neck and stood up from the cold ground while holding on to the wall.

"Why did I faint? Was it because I watched too much of the show yesterday, or was it the bottle of Oden aged fire whiskey that Old Tom sold to me, but it was actually a fake blended wine..."

Thinking of "wine", he suddenly panicked and hurriedly looked around for the bottle of "Grog Liquor" he had brought.

Fortunately, when he lowered his head, he saw that the brown paper bag containing the wine bottle was at his feet, and no liquid was spilled outside.

Mundungus picked up the brown paper bag and inspected it carefully to make sure that the "clucky liquor" inside was still intact.

And at this moment, a figure appeared silently not far from him like a ghost.

"Ah yo yo——"

Mundungus was really startled, and accidentally, the bottle of "Grog" slipped from his hand. However, the wine bottle was not broken on the ground, but floated in the air, and flew into the hands of the person who suddenly appeared in the next second.

In just a few seconds, the man silently cast three magic spells: "Illusion Curse", "Levitation Curse" and "Flying Curse".

Mundungus asked himself, even if someone forced him to use Avada Kedavra, he would not be able to master this level of spell-casting skills.

It is precisely because of this that he is very careful every time he makes a transaction and tries his best to meet the requirements of the transaction partner.

I am afraid that I will offend the other party and make that person have the idea of ​​​​"taking advantage of others".

However, the man, whose whole body was tightly wrapped in thick black cloth, still paid happily this time and gave Mundungus a bag of gold galleons.

Then, the man immediately disappeared with his things. Mundungus originally wanted to say something: "You asked me not to use Porter shampoo bottles to store things. This time I used a 'Grog Liquor' bottle..."

(End of this chapter)