Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

As a new professor at Hogwarts, Gilderoy Lockhart’s teaching style focuses on one sentence——

"No one knows XXX better than me~~"

Bourne just dangled a carrot with kind words, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor immediately followed without any hesitation or doubt.

What he thought was actually very simple.

Because Lockhart is also a graduate of Hogwarts, naturally, he also stayed at Hogwarts for seven full years.

And of course he knew about the whomping willow tree. Although he has never had close contact with it, he feels that since it can be planted on campus and get along with the little wizards day and night, there should be no danger.

Therefore, Lockhart could be said to be defenseless, and Dala La led a group of interested young wizards to the corner of the lawn, which was adjacent to the Forbidden Forest. There was only a large tree standing there that was as thick as two people could hug each other.

(Some dangerous magical creatures living in the Forbidden Forest may know better about planting the Whomping Willow on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.)

"Kids, this is the Whomping Willow."

Lockhart raised the wand that was stuck with magic tape. Although he had placed an order at Ollivander's shop overnight yesterday, the new wand could not be delivered in one day.

"Look at its burls, there are circles on them. These secondary decorations show that it has absorbed enough nutrients.

Once poisonous tentacles and devil's ivy grow on a tree, they will drain the host of nutrients, so this whomping willow tree definitely does not appear to be parasitized. "

When he got excited about talking, he walked to the "warning range" specially marked by Professor Sprout with a hemp rope, raised his leg, and walked over.

"Hey, I'm coming over."

"Hey, I'm back again."

"I come over."

"I come back."

"I go……"

Just when Lockhart was demonstrating to the young wizards what it meant to jump repeatedly for the third time, the Whomping Willow, which had been slightly raising its thick branches since he first approached, finally reached its limit of endurance.

"Shh-!"

Accompanied by a violent sound of breaking wind, a branch of a willow tree that was somewhat similar to the branches of locust tree struck the great professor suddenly.

Lockhart was careless and didn't dodge.

He also raised the wand, which had been patched with magic tape, and tried to cast a spell to protect himself. It can only be said that he not only misjudged his talent for magic, but also misjudged the ability of the Whomping Willow... and maybe also misjudged how unreliable a broken wand is.

Judging from his accent, the mantra he wanted to shout out might have been "armor for protection", but the words turned into "@#￥#@!"

His whole body instantly swelled up like a balloon, and the wand tied with magic tape exploded again, and Lockhart's palm was also impaled with several broken wooden thorns.

With the sound of air leaking, Lockhart immediately took off on the spot, flying in the air like a butterfly through flowers.

Of course, it cannot be said that his spell had no effect at all. Because his body swelled up, the force of the beating with the willow branch did not cause too serious damage to him. Instead, the magic plant broke a small branch because it was whipped too hard.

"What are you doing!"

Just when the little wizards were all stunned, an angry voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Professor Sprout is here.

Professor Sprout was a short witch with a patched hat on her flowing hair, and her clothes were always stained with a lot of mud.

As the headmistress of Hufflepuff, this witch is usually very kind, and she rarely deducts academy points from young wizards.

However, when she saw that the school's precious property, a whomping willow tree that had rarely survived for more than two hundred years, had a branch broken off, the witch suddenly became angry. She didn't even bother to take the little wizards to the third greenhouse where they were supposed to go for this lesson, but went straight to healing the Whomping Willow.

Magic gauze, compound dragon manure, plant fungicide mixed with Hokrapu juice and white flowers...

Professor Sprout used all the means at her disposal, more like a therapist than a therapist at St. Mungo's, and the object of her treatment was only the whomping willow.

As for Gilderoy Lockhart, when the "deflation" process was completed, he returned to his normal shape. However, when he saw that Sprout's face was as dark as the bottom of a cauldron that hadn't been cleaned in years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

Even though the sharp thorns on his hands hurt, he still put his hands behind his back and said goodbye to the little wizards with a calm look.

Then, he walked back to Hogwarts Castle like a stroll. Bourne's hearing is very good, so after Professor Lockhart disappeared through the castle gate, he still vaguely heard a cry of pain.

"I'm very sorry."

Bourne apologized silently in his heart again, and then he quickly tucked the small piece of willow branch he had just picked up into the depths of the deformed lizard's wallet.

After the herbal medicine get out of class, which had temporarily adjusted its teaching content, ended, Bourne hurriedly packed some food in the auditorium, and then slipped out of the castle again.

The Ministry of Magic repairman was gone, and he had the key materials to repair the Hogwarts Express boiler. Not surprisingly, the dwarves who were eager to restore the magic train agreed to his request, and Bourne also had a good time and personally gave the magic engine a good beating.

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"Get your dirty hands off!"

"leave me alone!"

"Help, Merlin, help me!"

On the rough waters of the North Sea, a ferocious and eerie island stands out.

It was surrounded by dark waves, trapping it like a cage. Near the coast, a huge prison door came into view, locked tightly with iron locks as black as ink. The huge stone tower in the center of the island towers into the sky. From a distance, it looks like a giant beast guarding the island without fear of death.

Entering the wall, a foul smell hit your nostrils. This was the smell of the jailers. The jailers here are not ordinary humans, but terrible and abominable things called dementors. They need human happy emotions as food. Therefore, the prisoners here not only have to endure the pain of imprisonment, but also face the mental torture of these monsters.

Compared with this place, the British Muggles' St. Elizabeth's house seemed like a cozy home.

Walking inside the wall, among the densely packed cells, large and small spheres were placed on the ground. Those dark wizards were stuffed into those rather cramped spheres, like several airtight coffins. Their ferocious faces carry a strong aura of evil, and they are deeply immersed in their own thoughts. Some even left traces of struggle, as if trying to break free from this dark prison.

There was a strange atmosphere in the cell, and everything had a rotten stench. Whenever night falls, howls and bursts of screams will come from the walls, which are sharp and harsh; the air is like a strong wind blowing, making people's scalp numb.

This is Azkaban.