Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Bourne's eyes suddenly changed color, and his whole person seemed to be activated, and his vigilance was raised to the extreme.

"There's something wrong with you." Before Bourne finished speaking, the elf stretched out his long fingers towards him.

However, a powerful fist hit him in the face first, giving him a physical ban before the spell could be cast.

The house elf was thrown away like a ball and bounced on the ground a few times before getting up.

"My nose!" He covered his bleeding nose and wailed miserably.

In fact, he had not completely lost his combat effectiveness at this time. However, when he caught a glimpse of the little wizard rushing towards him not far away, the house elves' natural fear of wizards took over again.

"Oh!"

With a soft sound, the house elf became decisive and used Disapparation to escape from the garden.

Between the rising of the rabbit and the falling of the falcon, a small conflict ended. However, the other little wizards were also stunned, and for a while they just stood there in confusion.

At this moment, the swallow-tailed dog Peake, who had been hiding beside the little wizard, suddenly rushed over and blocked the little master behind him, and started barking at the gate of the hermit manor garden.

somebody is coming.

Seeing the van that was still not slowing down as it rushed to the gate, and seeing the bumper on its front that seemed to be specially installed for breaking through the gate, Byrne made an immediate decision: "Run!"

A group of children turned around and ran into the manor house.

Hearing a loud "bang" from behind and the "clang" of the knocked-off iron fence door colliding with the ground, many little wizards couldn't help but scream in fear.

"Children, come quickly and follow me."

At the corner of the foyer, the ghost Dr. Watson suddenly passed through the wall. He called to the panicked little wizards and asked them to follow him and retreat towards the restaurant.

"Mr. Watson, what's going on?" Draco's face turned pale with fright, and he asked as he ran.

"There's no time to explain. Everyone, follow me. The house elves are waiting for you in the kitchen." Dr. Watson spoke quickly, and his mood was extremely anxious.

The little wizards definitely don't know how to "disapparate", and naturally they have never come into contact with the accompanying "Apparition".

If the house elves were allowed to forcefully disapparate the little wizards, accidents like separation might occur.

Therefore, there is only one remaining method of evacuation: drilling into the fireplace.

He sent the little wizard into the kitchen and immediately said to the little wizards: "Listen to me, children, what you want to do next is-"

But before he could finish speaking, Dr. Watson was fixed in mid-air with a sound like chamois cloth rubbing against ground glass.

The house elf that Bourne had just scared away came back again, with a crooked smile on his face and a roll of paper stuffed in his nose. First, he shamelessly secretly sucked Dr. Watson, and then he slammed the thick kitchen door and locked it with a click.

The little wizards were so frightened that they screamed.

Only Bourne, who had seen a really big scene, remained calm and rummaged around in the kitchen. He quickly found what he guessed in the cupboard: several house elves that had been knocked unconscious.

There was a big swollen bump on each of their heads, as if they had been beaten.

"I'm going to tell my dad—" Draco wiped his tears, his voice laced with tears.

However, the little wizard was really frightened and just kept repeating one sentence, like a repeater.

Most other little wizards are like this too.

It was still Bourne who was doing things in an orderly manner. He first found his own Momo among the "loyal" house elves who looked similar in appearance.

He saw a big swelling on the back of Momo's head, and some unknown brown liquid leaked from the corner of her mouth. He smelled it, and thanks to Horace's potion education, he figured out that this was probably the water of life and death. However, the cooking method and ingredients are somewhat different from common life and death water.

House elves actually have more magic power in their bodies than ordinary wizards.

Nourished by magic, they are much stronger than they appear, and their average lifespan is even as long as that of wizards. If you don't give them some powerful sleeping pills, just knock them out physically, they might be able to wake up on their own after a while.

"It's true, this can't be an exercise or a game - not to mention whether it's cruel to knock house elves unconscious, it's just a magic potion poured into them. According to common sense, it should never appear in the Hermit Manor - this thing is very harmful to them. The figures and ghosts are useless, and they are too dangerous for the little wizards attending the summer camp. So... Mr. Sherlock is probably out of his element."

He confirmed his previous speculation.

Although there was no actual evidence, when the strange-looking house elf appeared in the garden, his combat instinct worth at least three service nails immediately warned him.

"We have to wake up these little elves first. A battle will most likely break out, and these little wizards will definitely not be able to help at that time."

Once again, thanks to the inheritance of the Slughorn family, even though he has not systematically learned how to prepare potions and antidotes, Bourne knows some emergency tips that ordinary people don't know at all.

"Theseus, bring Pique over here."

"What do you want to do?" the little wizard asked with a cry. His house elf was very old and was so seriously injured that he didn't know if he would ever wake up again.

"I just wanted it to help."

After pulling the swallow-tailed dog over, Bourne immediately pressed its head next to Momo. Peake was somewhat reluctant to this operation, but Bourne whispered something in its ear, and the dog had to reluctantly lick the potion flowing out of the corner of the elf's mouth.

Suddenly, its two eyes turned into mosquito coils, spinning around, and its four legs began to shake slightly.

"Woof, woof oh, woof..."

The swallow-tailed dog twisted its neck and glanced at Bourne with a resentful look, as if to say: I may not be a real dog, but you are real...

However, due to Bourne's whispered threat just now and the instinct of a magical animal like a swallow-tailed dog, it still staggered towards the spice rack in the kitchen.

Kaolin mushrooms, rosemary, cinnamon bark, potted raisin milk, ginger, and most importantly... coriander.

It ate these six things in sequence.

Then the dog "yue"ed out on the spot, vomited out the potion accumulated in its stomach, and gradually regained its vitality.

"Because the diet is quite extensive, swallow-tailed dogs will inevitably eat some poisonous substances by mistake occasionally. In addition to relying on their strong digestion ability, they can also use some things in the kitchen to roughly prepare some antidotes." Seeing the little wizards look surprised , Bourne could only briefly explain the principle to them.

There was one sentence he didn't say: This is why the swallow-tailed dog treasure, like the bezoars of several other magical animals, can be used as a universal antidote for first aid.

"Let's take what Pique just ate and feed it to these house elves. They should wake up soon."

Upon hearing this, the little wizards suddenly became excited. Children's transition between fear and hope is indeed faster than that of adults.