Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"So, that kid just played a fucking joke on me!"

Yakolis's face was twisted with anger.

He simply could not imagine that such words would come from the mouth of an Auror who maintained the authority of the Ministry of Magic and specialized in violence.

"But it is what it is."

Kingsley Shacklebolt replied calmly.

There was no reaction such as blushing or heartbeat on his dark face.

"Headmaster Dumbledore can testify to this. The little guy named Bourne picked you up as a joke."

Kingsley didn't even say the words Dumbledore later explained to him -

"Bourne has done many similar things. For example, he knocked out the leader of a mountain troll tribe with brute force; for another example, he also demonstrated to Hagrid the over-the-shoulder throwing technique that is particularly suitable for calming the angry horned beast. "

Iacolis still wanted to resist: "But what about my wand? He actually broke the wand of an official from the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. This is simply..."

"...The wand broke by itself."

Kingsley shrugged his shoulders, "We have sent your broken wand to Diagon Alley by owl. Master Ollivander sent you a roaring letter. The content of the letter was to scold you for how you could be like this." Don't take care of your wand.

Counting yours, this is the second time this month that he has received a broken wand due to improper maintenance. So not only will your new wand not be eligible for the Ministry of Magic's subsidy, it will also cost twice as much. Oh, and by the way, he'll include a wand care kit when he ships it to you after it's repaired. "

Yaxley: "..."

A world where only Acris was injured was achieved.

A thick plaster brace was wrapped around his neck. Because the hospital wing of Hogwarts did not allow outsiders to stay overnight, this dignified official of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic could only lie down in the cold abandoned classroom overnight.

The "half-giant little monster" who caused him such injury had just finished a comfortable morning exercise and prayed to the great emperor, and was enjoying a pleasant breakfast in the great hall of Hogwarts.

During mealtime, Ruth's presence was absolutely indispensable. This mixed-breed swallow-tailed dog kept wandering between the four long tables.

Not all little wizards can eat as cleanly as Bourne. Some people will "accidentally" drop a piece of haggis or something on the floor while eating.

Those little wizards usually have a "dilemma" because of an ancient superstition: did the food fall to the ground for more than three seconds?

At this time, Russ will rush forward immediately and solve this "problem" with teeth comparable to steel and a stomach that can even digest steel.

It also ate very happily.

Of course, the time for fun is always limited, because Bourne eats very efficiently, so Ruth can't stay in the auditorium all the time.

Moreover, after eating the lunch carefully prepared by the house elves, Ruth will also be taken away by Bourne and fed to him some rock biscuits alone in private.

"This is necessary for body growth. No one can be picky about food." As he spoke, Bourne broke the rock biscuit that Hagrid gave him in half, giving half to himself and half to Ruth. "Besides, butter is added to it. It tastes much better than the Astartes pancakes I asked the house elves to bake."

Because this kind of food contains clay powder and some metals, the house elves were shocked and thought it was a prank prepared by Bourne.

However, due to the iron law that the wizard's intention cannot be questioned, those diligent house elves did not dare to directly oppose Bourne's request.

But even so, they took some painstaking precautions when making this kind of biscuits: they built a pure steel mold, and before the finished biscuits were finalized, they marked "skulls" on both sides of them. .

Originally, the house elves' idea was to use the skull as an early warning to remind the little wizards that these cookies should not be eaten.

But in the end, they found that after having this mark, Bourne liked it even more. He rarely eats the rock biscuits that Hagrid regularly gives him now, but instead takes these biscuits as a snack for himself from time to time every day.

For example, now.

Bang, bang...

The harsh chewing sound resounded in the corridors of Hogwarts. Even Ruth, who was following him, felt his ears hurt from the stimulation. Bourne did not continue to force it to follow him for a walk after dinner, but let it go. He ran back to Gryffindor Tower.

Today is the second day after receiving those broomsticks from the "man in charge of wealth". The Gryffindor Quidditch team is still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of receiving the gifts. Wood asked them to join the team today. Practice for a day.

Therefore, Bourne, who really wanted to do something on his own, ran out of the Gryffindor common room early in the morning.

"In order to avoid meeting Wood, not only do I have to explain to him why I don't want to train, but I also have to bear his resentful look."

While thinking about it, Bourne strolled to the corridor on the third floor of the castle.

This place was classified as a restricted area by Dumbledore last year. Perhaps he forgot about it. The old headmaster did not announce the lifting of the restricted area until this year. Therefore, whether they know that the restricted area has disappeared (the Harry trio, the Weasley twins, etc.), or the little wizards who don't know, they rarely come here now.

It just so happened that when he usually wanted to find Mr. Holmes, he no longer had to go so far to the trophy room.

After passing by a pair of doorways guarded by knight's plate armor, Bourne saw what he was looking for - a frame of a brand new magical portrait hanging on the wall - which Mr. Holmes had recently spent money on. Find someone to make a new one.

The great wizard detective and magic early childhood education expert still held a summer camp with his old friend Watson during Bourne's summer vacation. He gained a lot and bought some new equipment after the summer camp.

One of the knights in plate armor on duty on the side of the door noticed Bourne and couldn't help but said: "Come on, another little wizard is here."

The companion standing opposite it also responded to his companion with a hollow voice: "It's been a long time since someone came here."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The first one, the knight with a beak-shaped helmet, seemed a little dissatisfied with the latter's answer.

"Am I right?" The second knight in plate armor with a barrel-shaped helmet on his head retorted without any politeness.

The bird's beak armor didn't say much nonsense. He picked up the flail and slapped his companion, making a crisp impact sound.

"I want you to agree with me and agree that what that magic portrait does is really wasteful. It is just looking for trouble!"

"I see you are the one looking for trouble," the barrel-shaped plate armor shouted angrily, raising his ax and halberd unwilling to be outdone. "Do you believe I can punch your beak into your head?"

"Do you dare to give it a try?"

"Do you think I dare?"

"Don't dare be my grandson!"

"I don't have a grandson like you who only knows how to talk!"

Seeing that two pairs of genuine antique knight's plate armor were about to fight on the spot, Bourne quickly fixed them in place with a magic spell to prevent them from scratching each other and rubbing off the layer of dust outside that rattled the door.

"Well, why do these two brothers have swelling on their bodies?" Bourne suddenly realized a problem.

Not to mention that Filch likes to "corporally punish" naughty little wizards from time to time. They are not allowed to use magic but can only wipe these things by hand. Even if Filch forgets this corner, those who are more diligent than servitors It's unlikely that the house elves would let them go?

"This place is really weird." Bourne thought, but did not stop until he reached the portrait of Mr. Holmes.

He blinked.

Then, Bourne stretched out his arm involuntarily and tapped the portrait lightly with his wand.

"Ding, ding——!"

Obviously, whether it is 100% or less than 50% linen content, no serious canvas from any company can make such a sound.

Because it is just a layer of iron!

At the same time, the pattern on this portrait is not painted with paint like normal portraits, but is instead "welded".

The craftsmen selected metal sheets of various colors and welded them bit by bit to form a whole picture like making a mosaic.

Byrne estimated that magic was probably used in the production of this "painting". Because even though he searched carefully, he still couldn't find even a single welding spot on this tall life-size portrait.

At this moment, Mr. Holmes also appeared in the tin painting, and he spoke in a triumphant tone.

"Bourne, what do you think of this painting?"

Bourne nodded and replied: "Very well."

Paper is changed to iron, glue is changed to welding. If this is not a punishment, then there will be no punishment.

After being praised, Mr. Holmes also became very happy. At least the way he twirled his beard was very similar to his usual expression when he was happy.

Holmes: "School has just started, and you come to me. Is there something wrong?"

Bourne was not polite and directly addressed Holmes, who had an extraordinary understanding of "magic portraits" - not only was he a magic portrait himself, but he had also invested a lot of gold coins in magic portraits over the years. Gentleman made his request.

"If someone wants to get a magical portrait, and it's not through formal means, what are his options?"