Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

The British seaside village at night is so quiet that only the sound of distant waves remains.

The lights dotted several houses, making them look particularly lonely. The villagers were already asleep, with only a few wild cats wandering in front of the door. The air was filled with a damp and cold smell that made people shiver.

Peter Pettigrew tiptoed through the winding roads of the village, with only a few barely illuminated street lamps on both sides of the road, looking for the food he longed to eat.

The humid air brings a moist feeling, which seems to be slowly flowing deep inside the human body.

Peter Pettigrew tried his best to shrink his body and carefully sniffed east and west with his nose, hoping to distinguish more food smells from the air.

Although he had just walked out of a family's garage, because he saw the hunting tools in that family's garage, this guy was very conscientious and did not enter their house from the garage. Instead, he just took some clothes and walked away. .

At this time, if anyone who wakes up at night sees this Peter Pettigrew through the window, he will definitely notice his watery, bright eyes, and the sense of cunning revealed in them will definitely make people feel uneasy. .

On his mouse-like face, his pointed nose always seems to be able to smell out people's secrets.

His hair was quite thin and dull, making him look very vulgar.

He was now wearing a faded, stained shirt and a pair of old, nondescript, hard-toed work shoes.

But it is worth mentioning that even though Peter Pettigrew's steps were hobbling and his expression was wretched, there was a vague sense of ferocity in every movement. As evidence, the left hand with a broken index finger may be evidence that should not be underestimated.

He cut off his index finger himself!

Twelve years ago, on the night when the Dark Lord fell, in order to escape for his life and put the blame on Sirius, he sacrificed one of his fingers and used the power to multiply the curse countless times, blowing up the Muggles. Half a street of houses.

In a sense, Peter Pettigrew is definitely a ruthless person.

"Yes! Yes!"

Finally, after constant sniffing, he found a family's carpentry room. Generally speaking, carpentry rooms and garages in villages are actually rooms for storing food. Peter Pettigrew found a few strings of sausages hanging on the beams and potatoes secretly brewed by the man of the family. liquor.

After a hearty meal, not even the casings of the sausages were left, and he stuffed his stomach with several pounds of sausages and wine.

This made him feel extremely satisfied.

After eating and drinking enough, Peter Pettigrew felt like he was alive again, and his little heart started beating again.

"Do you want to do something?"

There seemed to be a voice in his heart that was constantly urging him, and there seemed to be many ants crawling on his body (in fact, it was more likely to be fleas). Peter Pettigrew felt a sense of heat.

He twitched his nose twice more.

Animagus is not a simple transformation. In fact, this magic can bring many unusual characteristics to the wizard who masters it.

For example, Animagus is a wizard in the form of a stag, and generally has a stronger self-healing ability than normal people; Professor McGonagall, who can transform into a tabby cat, still moves very vigorously despite his age; Animagus wizards in mouse form may even have a better sense of smell than dogs.

Just by sniffing, Peter Pettigrew confirmed the owner of the room.

"There's only one man." He smacked his lips lightly. He seemed to feel a little unsatisfied. "That's not to say it's not possible. Muggles are no different anyway..."

While thinking about it, Peter Pettigrew picked up a wallpaper knife from the tool table, and then tiptoed towards the small doorway connecting the carpentry room to the living room.

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"Don't tell me, those moves are really suitable for him."

Looking at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was standing in the corridor, arrogantly taking photos with the little witches, Ron complained in a low voice as if he was a bit disgusted.

The photographer who took their pictures was a first-year Hogwarts freshman named Colin Creevey, who was also a Gryffindor.

The boy is of mixed race. According to himself, her mother had never told them about wizards before receiving the letter from the owl. This is almost exactly the same situation as last year's Hufflepuff freshman Justin Finch-Fletchley, except that the parents' identity has been changed.

"My dad was shocked. He never thought that my mother was a wizard and not just a reporter working in Fleet Street!"

This is what Colin Creevey said when introducing his son, and he did not forget to show off the magic camera his mother gave him.

"This was a school gift from my mother, a magical camera that she pieced together little by little during her years at Hogwarts, but when she decided to go to work, it had no use - it Taking those moving photos will do a lot of damage to the Muggle psyche."

When he said this, Colin pressed the shooting button towards Harry. And as the magic flashlight burst out with a burst of fireworks, a puff of green smoke immediately rose. At that time, Harry felt that although he was a wizard, his mind might not be much stronger than that of Muggles.

From then on, Colin would take photos with Harry whenever he had something to do. Ron teased them hilariously: "Don't let Colin and my sister Ginny get together, otherwise, they will form a 'Harry Potter Fan Club' on the spot."

About a week into the school year, when the news gradually spread that Gryffindor, except for a young photographer, was the happiest person in Hogwarts Castle, it was naturally Gilderoy, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. · Lockhart is none other than Lockhart.

He even deliberately created a chance encounter before class today: when Harry was asked by Colin to take a photo again, Master Malfoy, who was going to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Gryffindor, couldn't help it. Opening his mouth like honey, he once again started a series of sarcastic remarks about Harry Potter.

At this moment, Bourne saw with his own eyes Gilderoy Lockhart, who had been waiting for something at the corner of the stairs, first took care of his clothes, and then strode towards them, with his turquoise robe behind him. Floating.

"What's going on, what's going on? Who is sending signed photos?"

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulders and shouted cheerfully: "No need to ask! We meet again, Harry!"

Harry was pinned next to Lockhart, feeling feverish with humiliation. Malfoy, on the other hand, made a secret face at him and retreated triumphantly into the crowd.

"Come on, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart greeted Creevey with a smile. "It's a great deal to take a photo together. The two of us will sign it for you."

Colin clumsily picked up the camera and pressed the shutter as the afternoon school bell rang.

Then, another girl wanted to take a photo with Lockhart, and Lockhart accepted all the requests.

When Filch rang the school bell, the students gathered in the corridor next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom dispersed. Some of them could only run all the way to the classroom because the next class was not a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The classroom where the class is held.