Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Cobain Yaxley didn't particularly want to go back to the dormitory allocated to male Aurors because that room always had a strange smell.

He once complained to Kingsley, who was leading the team, and asked the Auror captain why he didn't release a "clean up" in the room.

If his wand hadn't been broken, he would have done this.

However, Kingsley told Yaxley the unfortunate news that he actually had to cast a Cleansing Charm every day.

The reason why there is still a peculiar smell in the room is because this room was used as a storage room for a period of time during the summer vacation, used to store things left by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who "died unexpectedly" last year.

Although the rags have now been removed, there is a scarf used by Professor Quirrell inside. Because there is a lot of garlic inside all year round, it has been completely "pickled" and tasted. It was precisely because I had stored that scarf for more than two months that there was always a faint smell of garlic in this room.

If it weren't for the fact that when he said this, Kingsley was happily eating a plate of haggis pudding, and the Delis was holding a piece of blue cheese and chewing the sweetness, Yaxley might have really believed it.

Yaxley finally couldn't bear it anymore today, and importantly, he didn't have to bear it any longer.

Because he had already calculated the time, the wand sent by Ollivander, the top wandmaker in England, from Diagon Alley would definitely be delivered to him by the owl he raised tonight.

"Here comes the stick!"

Cobain Yaxley kicked open the half-covered door of the basement dormitory, and waited until the sour smell in the room dissipated before sticking his head inside.

"Let me see, owl... wand... owl... wand, where is my big owl? Where is my wand package?"

He searched around, even looking under the bed, but he still couldn't find his pet owl, and naturally he didn't see his wand either.

The young Auror who was sleeping on his upper bunk was woken up. The young Auror had been following Harry Potter with the Disillusionment Charm all day long. As soon as he returned to the dormitory after his shift with Kingsley, he went to talk to Harry Potter. Merlin chatted.

Yaxley kept rummaging around, and finally jumped up in anger. The sounds inevitably woke Deluxe.

"What are you doing?" Delis rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked down at Yaxley with a rather unkind tone.

He had already thought that if this so-called colleague from the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic (actually Umbridge's lackey of the pink toad) dared to stab him, then he would jump out of bed immediately and take advantage of the two of them alone. Dormitory, give him a good (physical) discussion.

"My 'Mrs. Thatcher' is missing. She should be flying in tonight, with a newly repaired wand from Ollivander's shop!"

Cobain Yaxley preached passionately.

Delis knew this too.

Therefore, although it was unpleasant to be woken up, his anger did subside a little.

"Maybe she fell?" Delis jumped from the upper bunk, landed firmly on the floor, and then put on his shoes again.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Yaxley loudly denied this possibility. "Mrs. Thatcher's legs and feet are very stable. Her feet have been reinforced by magic and can lift packages that are 10 times more than her own weight. Her wings have also been transformed by magic and can pass through level 5 storms..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Delis replied perfunctorily: "Everything you said is right, but do you know where she is now?"

Yaxley: "..."

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"Maybe we haven't finished our hash browns yet," Ron said hopefully, leading the way up the steps to the hall, Harry following behind him.

They both woke up late again today.

Fortunately, there are no classes this morning, so the only thing that will affect them if they get up late is their belly.

"As always, Hermione will leave some food for us." Harry comforted his good brother, "You should trust her smart mind. As long as she sees that we don't show up in the Great Hall, she can guess... …”

He only spoke half of the words, and then he couldn't say them anymore, because he saw Hermione standing in front of them, instead of eating in the Great Hall and holding some thick "pleasure book" at the same time. Exercise your brain.

"Hermione, have you had breakfast, or did you get up late too?" Ron walked up and patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione was so frightened that she suddenly gasped. She only recovered when she saw who the person filming her was.

She stretched out her arm and pointed to a wall at the corner of the corridor. "look!"

"What are you looking at?" Ron was a little confused, but he still poked his head over.

Having lived in Hogwarts Castle for more than a year, they are no longer first-year freshmen, and they have a considerable understanding of the roads in this castle.

Just like those moving stairs, some corridors in Hogwarts are designed differently from Muggle buildings, and some lead to dead ends when walking.

The corner of the corridor where they are now has a wall at the end. Few young wizards usually come here.

"What is that... scattered next to the wall?" Ron said, his voice trembling because he smelled some rust.

That's the smell of blood!

Hermione was too scared to move just now because she was alone. Now the three little wizards got together, and they cautiously walked towards the wall. While walking, Harry almost slipped: there was a large puddle of water on the ground, oh no, it was a pile of blood that was almost dry!

Ron and Hermione grabbed Harry, and they inched closer to the wall, staring intently at the black shadow below.

The three people saw what it was at the same time and jumped back in fright.

It was a pile of feathers and bones. It looked like a very large owl. Its head was hidden in the pile of feathers on the ground. Its eyes were wide open, as if staring directly at the three little wizards.

On the ground next to it, there were still some bone fragments scattered, and some bones still had signs of being gnawed on.

The three of them stood motionless for several seconds, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here quickly."

"I think we should—" Harry said, half-fluently.

But before he finished speaking, a scream sounded from behind them, and the three little wizards were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Colin Creevey, a little boy in first grade, kept his hands holding the camera, but he didn't have time to press the shutter.

"A hug, a little hug," Colin said with some stuttering: "I just saw Harry, so I wanted to come over and say hello to you... But I didn't expect to see such a scene."

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was undoubtedly attracted by Colin's screams, as were some of the students.

Then, the castle guard saw the remains of the owl on the ground. He frowned and looked at the few young wizards present.