Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 99 "You have a way to die."

An alchemy dummy, as the name suggests, is a structure with a roughly human form created using alchemy.

Like Nick Flamel’s servant.

When fishing, the old man always likes to let him help mix bait, pick up tools, and carry the catch box that is likely to be the same when he comes and when he leaves.

When Nick Flamel made it, he may have considered the "Uncanny Valley" theory, so even if he didn't lack gold galleons, he still couldn't make the alchemy dummy look like a real person.

In fact, with the exception of Nick Flamel, most alchemists also responded to that sentence when making alchemy dummies——

“Ride a bike to the bar, it’s time to save money and time to spend time.”

As long as a sane alchemist is in his right mind, he will not waste precious alchemical materials just to pursue the appearance of his work.

So much so that most of the dummy structures they created through alchemy looked like skeletons made of metal.

The special prisoner brought back by Babajid was this typical alchemy dummy, that is, an iron rib wearing a camouflage uniform.

At this time, in Bourne's eyes, green fluorescence appeared on this guy.

Because there is no Tyranids in the Harry Potter world, Bourne's first reaction to these green-emitting iron ribs is to kill them first.

"do not worry……"

After understanding Bourne's body language, the great alchemist Nick Flamel was a little confused, but he still chose to patiently answer the questions for the children.

The old man even felt a little secretly happy.

Most fishermen who are not good at fishing have their own expertise in other areas.

"...I didn't expect that, little Bourne, you still have some ancient magic weapons. You can consider learning more knowledge in this area in the future.

The alchemy dummy emits green light because four runic characters are now acting on it - Ansuth, which represents mouth and communication; Redo, which represents travel and movement; and Navdiz, which represents travel and movement. Represents needs and relief from difficulties; Pesso represents magic and intuition.

After being trapped, ordinary alchemy dummies will have similar feedback. For example, if the Kabbah alchemy doll you have seen is trapped in the mud under the pond, it will also activate the power of some runes to escape on its own.

The same goes for this alchemy dummy.

However, it is controlled by a magic spell, unlike ordinary physical traps. Although this alchemy dummy can activate four runes at one time, which shows that the person who made it must have put some thought into it, it is still unable to get rid of the magic spell bound to it. "

As he spoke, Nick Flamel stood up. The great alchemist, who looked a little thin and withered, pulled on a pair of silk slippers and walked step by step to the alchemy dummy.

"Actually, if you feel that the green light is a bit dazzling, you only need to press it a few times to stop these runes."

The old man waved to Bourne and called the little wizard to his side, wanting to teach him better through words and deeds (to show off).

"Because there are four runes active, it's best to close them in pairs," Nick Flamel said. "Take out your wand and hold down its belly while I hold down its head."

The great alchemist is ready to demonstrate his knowledge with practical actions.

His wand is made of hazel wood, with a curved branch extending from the handle, and the entire wand presents an abstract "Y" shape.

There is a saying in ancient Europe that Y-shaped hazel branches can be used to identify directions. If someone gets lost in the forest, he can find a "Y" shaped hazel branch and throw it away. Then he can walk out of the woods in the direction pointed by the branch after landing.

"Don't worry, this method will not cause any harm to people, because this is a 'back door' that alchemists are used to leaving on alchemy dummies."

At Nico Flamel's sincere invitation, although Bourne was still a little hesitant, he finally decided to give it a try.

He held the wand with his left hand, and put his right hand into his deformed lizard wallet, and then carefully touched the belly of the "iron ribs"-like alchemy dummy with the wand.

Sure enough, just as Nick Flamel said, the green light inspired by the runic characters gradually disappeared.

"Look, this is-"

Before the great alchemist finished speaking, everyone in the room let out an exclamation.

When the green light was about to disappear completely, Nick Flamel and Bourne, an old man and a young man, together with the alchemy dummy on the ground, seemed to be instantly stuffed into an invisible drum washing machine. They seemed to be spinning rapidly, and then they all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Portkey!"

"This strange guy is captured...it's a trap in itself!"
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"That's right!"

A voice exploded in his mind, and the poor Professor Two-Face's head was shocked to the point of pain, but he could not resist.

It's quite uncomfortable.

However, Voldemort didn't care about Quirrell's feelings. He just felt that he had discovered the truth of the matter.

Since the diary in the Gaunt family's old house contains information about the secret room, it may also be written into the work diary of the Department of Mysteries.

Then, the craftsmen of the Department of Mysteries who came to Hogwarts not long ago relied on it to find the Chamber of Secrets and changed its location again.

Of course, Voldemort felt that those people might not have entered the Chamber of Secrets.

Because counting the days, last month was the last month before the basilisk entered hibernation, so the activities of the basilisk would be more frequent.

It needs to capture mice or other small animals in the Hogwarts pipe system in order to reserve some energy for the hibernation period.

Unless one has the blood of Parseltongue and Slytherin, no one can easily control the basilisk that has lived for nearly a thousand years.

Even a fire dragon would probably be poisoned to death if bitten by its fangs. And if he looked at it once, even a great magician like Dumbledore would probably be turned to stone and die on the spot.

When ordinary wizards (even in a group) enter that secret room, they can't do anything else except feed the basilisk.

Therefore, Voldemort guessed that although the group changed the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, they might actually enter the Chamber of Secrets in January or February.

At that time, the basilisk will completely enter hibernation. As long as those people are careful enough, they can probably avoid waking up this terrifying snake king.

"What a bunch of greedy guys." Voldemort cursed secretly.

Even when he was young, he had done many similar things, killing people and seizing treasures (for example, the Hufflepuff descendant Mrs. Hepzibah Smith, the young and handsome Tom used means other than magic to get close to her, Found Hufflepuff's golden cup and then killed her) is even more common.

Moreover, apart from the valuable items left by Lytherin in the secret room that were destroyed by the ruthless years, he had already taken away the rest.

However, ever since he learned about this secret room, Voldemort felt that this secret room was an inheritance that only he was qualified to inherit.

Voldemort, who was born in an orphanage, didn't know what "sharing" was (he only knew "exchange"), and he didn't want to share anything with others.

"You have a way to die." His eyes became extremely cold, and Quirrell felt the back of his head become cold.

Originally, he had other plans for how to spend this Christmas vacation.

But in view of the current situation, he felt that he should also go out and visit those people and ask them personally how they preferred to die.

"The magic craftsmen of the Department of Mysteries... are not silent people... that guy Rookwood seems to have told me where they live before."

Voldemort used memory magic, rummaged through the fragments of his own soul, and soon found what he wanted.

"Found it, in Sicily."
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Palermo is located at the bottom of a bowl-shaped basin formed by an extinct volcano, surrounded on three sides by mountains and on one side by the sparkling blue Mediterranean Sea. The whole city was bathed in the cool Sicilian moonlight.

The moonlight falling on the ground is slightly reddish, as if telling the story of the bloody conflicts that have occurred here for centuries. The moonlight casts a layer of gold on the majestic marble columns of the Greek temple, the slender MSL tower, and the intricately carved facade of the Spanish cathedral.

On the hills in the distance, the crenellations of the ancient Norman castle are faintly visible. These are the relics left by the brutal Norman warlords who invaded and ruled Sicily before monotheism was introduced to this big island.

On the other side of the castle wall, the conical mountain tightly hugs the somewhat fragile city of Palermo, as if a rope is tightly wrapped around the city's neck. The mountains and the city seem to be elegantly connected. Kneeling.

A large black car was parked on a narrow road at most fifty yards from the top of the mountain. The three men in black standing in front of the car looked like three long black strips cut out of the mountain wall in the moonlight.

Behind these three people stood a group of workers wearing loose overalls and work hats.

These people were lean and lean, with peaked caps covering their facial contours. They did not look like Italians, but more like Arabs.

Those who are familiar with Sicilian customs and customs can tell by their appearance alone that these people are native Sicilian people.

If so many Sicilians could gather up the mountain at night, the identities of the three people would naturally be revealed.

These people are the bodyguards of those three people.

"Why hasn't August come back yet?"

The guy named Marlow was holding a cigarette and muttering dissatisfiedly:

"Isn't that guy screwing up? Not counting the six 'friends among friends' experts we brought in, there are so many others - all of them are money!"

Marlowe is the leader of "Friends among Friends".

Although newspapers and the outside world called them Mafia, in Sicily people called them "Friends among Friends."

Common people here never use the word "Mafia". They never call Marlowe "Big Boss", but call him Don Marlowe. Those who are closer will simply call him "Good Man".

Like the two people standing next to him, Marlowe is also a wizard; but unlike those behind them, there are only three of them here who are wizards.

Just when the three Marlows were getting impatient, a flash of light suddenly lit up on the top of the mountain. Immediately afterwards, a slender figure walked out from the shadow of the ruins of the Norman castle.

With each step closer, the figure and appearance of this person became clearer and clearer.

Marlow immediately threw away the cigarette, and the three of them stood apart, widening the distance between them, preparing to surround themselves to welcome this partner.

They all knew who August Rookwood was: a ruthless man who had inherited a streak of ruthlessness from his ancestor, Victor Rookwood.

Victor Rookwood was a leader of the organization that Marlowe and others belonged to more than two centuries ago.

Their organization is named "Fire Ash Snakes". It initially started by smuggling and selling Fire Ash Snake eggs, and gradually developed into a wizarding gang that smuggles various magical plants, magical animals, or other products prohibited from trade by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. .

As for why they only pick illegal items to resell, it's simply because the profits are high.

At the beginning, the Fire Ash Serpent Party only developed in the United Kingdom. As their business developed, their branches began to spread to other countries.

At that time, the whole empire was full of vitality and everything was in full bloom.

Regardless of whether they are wizards or Muggles, the British are proud to be the Union Flag of Old London. Naturally, Victor, the leader of the Fire Ash Serpent Party, cannot set up his headquarters anywhere other than the UK.

Wouldn’t that make him a smelly foreigner?

It's a pity that people make mistakes and horses stumble.

In the hands of Victor Rookwood, the Fire Ash Snake Party, which was originally at its peak, actually encountered the "Twilight of the Empire" earlier than Da Ying.

In fact, you can't blame others for this. If you want to blame it, you have to blame Lukewood himself, because he was bold enough to expand his business to Hogwarts.

This guy first secretly sent people to camp in the Forbidden Forest to poach, trying to get into the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

Then, he reached out to the Hogwarts Castle, trying to discover some magical relics hidden in this magical castle.

True to his words: He already has a way to die.

Even though the most unpopular Principal Black was in charge of Hogwarts at that time, Victor and his Fire Ash Snake Party were ultimately left in the cold.

However, although the Fire Ash Snake Party was wiped out in the UK, some subtle branches in other places have survived.

They form an underground criminal network that is still operating today, but operates independently.

Marlowe and his two brothers (the two men standing next to him) are the heads of the branch in Palermo, Sicily.

Although they no longer considered themselves to be members of the Fire Serpent Party, they still maintained a "hot relationship" with August Rookwood - August Rookwood was Victor Rookwood. A direct descendant of Rookwood, he is also the only remaining male member of the Rookwood family. In particular, August has a super profitable business that he wants to involve the three brothers in running.

When August Rookwood stepped out of the shadow of the ruins, the first person to greet him was a fat priest. This man wore a greasy bat-shaped hat and a monk's robe. The white collar of the robe was stained with red dust from Sicily. The collar of the robe supported a fleshy secular face.

He is Benjamin, the brother of Don Marlowe, the "leader". He is a priest who looks shy and pious, somewhat like the fat monk from Hogwarts. It's just that his brother, a priest, never worries about being close to his brother, the devil. Moreover, he also took advantage of his identity to tell Tang the penitent's useful secrets.

When shaking hands with August Rookwood, Father Benjamin's smile showed a bit of nervousness, but he saw Rookwood's kind smile with his lips pursed. He then breathed a sigh of relief, because it didn't look like a killer's smile, but more like a collaborator's smile.

The second person was polite but lacked enthusiasm. He was Enzo Marlowe, the director of all dock management offices in Sicily, and he and Benjamin were cousins ​​rather than siblings.

Among the three people, he was the only one who didn't have the slightest welcoming smile on his face. He was slight and well-dressed, somewhat extravagantly for a public official. His cold blue eyes were the legacy of the ancient Norman conquerors.

It is impossible for Enzo to like this British guy, because in addition to his official identity, he is also an official of the Italian Magical Sports Department. In a recent friendly match of the Quidditch Club, the team he supported lost to the Charlie Cannons. ...Charlie Cannon! The referee didn't blow the black whistle, even the ghost didn't believe it!

The third man, Don Maro himself, was tall and strong, and looked burly next to the two brothers. He held August Rookwood's hand tightly and drew him toward him for a warm embrace. "Brother Augustus," he called, "welcome to Palermo." Then he opened his arms and looked at Auguste with curious and careful eyes. "How are things going?"

When he said this, he instantly changed from a smile to a serious face. This makes his face just as memorable. His mouth was large but irregular in shape, with thick blood-red lips like two freshly cut sausages. Above the lips were furry nostrils, and his two eyes were embedded in deep eye sockets. Although there is still a faint smile on his face, most people who see this face will have nightmares at night.

"What else?"

August Rookwood withdrew his palm without leaving a trace. His face looked a little cold and stiff, and some gray curly hair stuck to the top of his head, showing a lack of care and nutrition.

"Executioner Marlowe, you should not doubt a man who escaped from Azkaban."

He deliberately calls Marlowe by a past title, as if to irritate the Don.

However, Marlowe didn't care.

At least that's what it seems on the surface.

"Of course, I will not doubt your ability and talent as a man who can escape from Azkaban."

He smiled and asked: "However, I still want to ask, how did things go?

Where is that old Nico Flamel?

You promise to bring this great alchemist here and ask him to produce the magic stone for us.

After all, being a human being requires keeping your word. "

As his voice rose, the "friends among friends" standing behind him in work clothes came over one after another. They lifted up their clothes and took out the things hidden inside.

(End of this chapter)