Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

The Leaky Cauldron, London.

The stamina brought by Gamp whiskey still made him join in the challenge, but after only two sips, Mundungus returned to the second floor of the bar while holding on to the wall.

He opened a room here.

There were one or two boring decorative paintings and a few worn tapestries hanging on the walls, but there were still many places empty.

On the side close to the street are triangular windows inlaid with stained glass, and wedge-shaped beams of light formed by street lamps cast on the mosaic floors and wooden furniture.

The walls are topped by red pillars, holding up black wooden beams that span the length of the hall, like clumsy fingers holding up a giant tent.

Lying on the mattress, squinting his eyes, Mundungus crossed his legs and hummed an obscene ditty: "There once was a princess, and she bit me..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a banging on the door, and Mundungus thought it was someone who lacked empathy and appreciation for his beautiful singing voice.

"Whatever you want to knock, I just love to sing, what can you do to me -"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because the person who knocked on the door took out his wand and used an unlocking spell on the door of the tavern.

However, the spell is not the popular "Open the Alaho" spell, but the "Open Sesame" that wizards used only many years ago.

The main effect of this spell is that a powerful and heavy door made of dark hardwood is directly blown into pieces by the spell.

A thick black leg stretched out from under a traditional white North African robe and kicked hard at the few remaining pieces of wood on the door, completely clearing away the obstacles in front of the door.

Several "young" old men (old ladies) broke in from outside the door, and Mundungus, who was sober from drinking, surrounded the bed.

At this moment, this famous smuggler in the magic world had sat up from the bed, shivering like a quail.

Once he recognized who the people surrounding him were, he completely gave up on his plans to disapparate and escape.

First of all, these elders are well-known in the magic world, and they will definitely not "condescend" to help Aurors fight against smugglers.

Secondly, these people probably came to him for something important. If he ran away now, he might not be able to continue to be involved in the magic circle.

"Masters," Mundungus hugged his legs and was so obedient that he was almost flattering. "You came to me for something?"

"Do you have a portkey to Italy now? Provide us with one. It would be best if we could find the guy named 'Marlow' directly."

The first person to speak was not Babajide, who was always known for his fiery temper, but Horace Slughorn, a family member of the victim.

At this time, the wand in the potions master's hand was almost poking Mundungus's eyeball.

Moreover, Mundungus also saw that he was holding a bottle of magic potion in his other hand, which seemed to be a very pure veritaserum.

Because he was afraid that his brain would be hollowed out on the physical level, his brain had to start working quickly, and he finally thought of a door key that met the requirements before his brain dried up and started to smoke.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Quirrell.

"Yes, yes, yes." Mundungus was so frightened that his words were mixed up. "In Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley, there is an old witch who has an illegal drug that can go to Palermo. Portkey.”

In order to make what he said more credible, he also provided supporting evidence: "The old witch specializes in selling some black magic items, most of which were passed down from Albania.

Albania has never had its own Ministry of Magic, and is still managed as an 'enclave' by the Italian Ministry of Magic. However, the supervision is not strict and there are many dark wizards gathering.

The old witch always goes to Palermo to purchase goods. That is the city where the headquarters of the Italian Ministry of Magic is located. There is a special black market for magic.

I know the 'Marlow' you are talking about, he is a 'Don'.

He is very powerful in Italy, both among Muggles and wizards.

And it is said that he is not only the boss behind the magic black market, but also the 'Shadow Minister' of the Italian Ministry of Magic. "

The hard work paid off, and some painstaking explanations saved Mundungus from the tragic experience of drinking Veritaserum.

Immediately afterwards, under his leadership, a group of old wizards and old witches whose combined age was over 1000 years old instantly apparated to Knockturn Alley. After scaring away many people, they successfully found the real person. The old witch slept soundly leaning on the troll's toes.

Relying on her wand and Galleon to clear the way, even though she was woken up very rudely, the old witch finally handed over the door key very politely.

She gave Mundungus a vicious look, as if to say: Wait for me!

However, when the portkey was activated and a group of old wizards and witches disappeared, Mundungus also apparated away from this place of right and wrong, leaving only an old witch cursing in the air.

She was so angry that she didn't notice that the troll behind her had quietly picked up the stick.

-

Bang!

A little Karami of the wizard gang had his arm smashed to pieces by the tentacles of the Horror. This guy, who could be called "big and strong" for the time being, let out a painful howl like a "little beauty".

It hurts so damn much.

The fear phagocytosis is like an old cat that has caught a mouse. It always has to play with it to collect enough fear and pain before sending its prey to its death.

Bourne, who saw this scene from behind the stone pillar, could not help but frown slightly.

Monsters that feed on the fear and pain of humans (or humanoid intelligent creatures) gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

In the shadow of his majestic body, Nick Flamel was also secretly observing the situation over there, and couldn't help but murmur: "What a devilish act."

This monster called the Horrible Devourer seems to have the same two-faced nature as another dark magic creature - the Dementor.

They all feed on emotions.

It's just that Dementors can suck out the joy of humans, while Horrors are just the opposite. They feed on pain and fear.

Thinking of the cross-species hybridization experiments that some dark wizards like to play around with, Bourne secretly made up his mind: if anyone dared to do this, he would definitely crush that guy to ashes, even if Merlin appeared in front of him to plead for mercy.

We must not let the Dementors and the Horrors merge, we can't even think about it!

Just wanting to do this is a betrayal of all mankind and even the entire physical universe. It is a completely unforgivable sin!

Although creatures that are compatible with opposing emotions will most likely not be as scary as demons that are compatible with opposing concepts (the Four Vendors).

But based on this similarity, every loyal Astartes must nip the danger in the bud whenever he sees it.

then--

"The emperor's will can be candled, and the hole will destroy the monsters."

Bourne read out the battle motto.

"Praise the Emperor!"

“Praise be to Om Messiah!”