Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"Severus, you should believe what Mr. Weasley said this time. He shouldn't be lying."

A loud, breathy voice came from the doorway of the hospital wing, earning Madam Pomfrey a dagger-like look.

Dumbledore also quickly apologized to the lady. He had just arrived in such a hurry that he had forgotten the rules of this place.

"Weasley and Potter, how are the two young wizards doing?"

Snape noticed the emotion hidden in Dumbledore's words and frowned.

"They are in good condition. They are all superficial injuries. They will recover in two days without delaying their confinement. Are there any other problems? Is it possible that there are still things in Hogwarts Castle that you, the principal, are helpless to do? matter?"

Dumbledore did not answer the question, but first turned to look at Ron: "Mr. Weasley, I believe you have learned enough lessons tonight. Now you should go back to the dormitory and sleep well, right?"

Although Snape's words aroused a little curiosity, Ron still nodded vigorously as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Professor McGonagall is at the door. She will personally take you back to Gryffindor Tower. You can go now."

It wasn't until Ron walked out of the hospital wing tremblingly that Dumbledore looked away from Harry who was lying on the hospital bed.

The old wizard told Snape bluntly: "I just went to check the place where Harry fell unconscious. It was a secret room that had been sealed for a long time. I found the Slytherin logo on the wall, so that place should be It's sort of 'Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets'."

"What does 'it counts' mean? If it does, it means, if it doesn't, it doesn't mean..."

Snape's eyes suddenly widened. Although he had not personally experienced the accident, he had still heard rumors about the 'Slytherin Chamber of Secrets'.

"...Wait a minute, what are you talking about?

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? Is it the secret room that was opened decades ago?

I remember that a young wizard seemed to have died in Hogwarts at that time, and there was almost a big problem in the magic school. "

Dumbledore said: "Yes, so I have thoroughly checked the secret room. There is no dark magic or other dangerous magical animals there. Even the door of the secret room is an ordinary pastoral picture." Landscape portraits are not magical portraits that move at all.”

"That's what's really wrong," Snape said, not believing it at all.

Based on his knowledge of the founder of the same name as the Dean of Slytherin House, he knew that Slytherin was actually a wizard who pursued honor very much - even if the process might involve unscrupulous means, it could not hide the fact that he loved pursuing honor - Slater Lin would never leave his mark in a mediocre place.

Slytherin couldn't afford to lose that person.

"I think so too." Dumbledore agreed with Snape's point of view. "However, at this point in time, it may be difficult for us to find out the truth of the matter, so I temporarily re-sealed the secret room.

Severus, starting from tomorrow during the day, all the professors will come together to work together. We need to keep our nerves tight and pay attention to every corner of Hogwarts. After all, I don’t want the tragedy of decades ago to happen again..."

The old wizard looked at Harry who was lying on the hospital bed. He had been given a potion drip by Madam Pomfrey and was falling into a deep sleep.

"...At that time, it won't necessarily be the little wizard who gets hurt."

-

1853/10/31

Night falls in London as promised, and with it comes the city’s famous features:

Every street is transformed into the yellow mist of the miasma channel, which reduces one's vision during the day to only a few meters;

And at night, it becomes even less visible.

The remaining snow accumulated during the day gradually melted, leaving only a few ice clusters in the corners, making the cobblestones and sidewalks smoother.

The weather is still very cold, and the combination of cold wind and heavy fog makes people completely lose their desire to go out for adventure.

The warm and safe fireside at home seems more inviting than usual.

Except for the patrol policemen with duties and some excrement workers with wicker baskets and professional tools, almost no one else is willing to come out at night like this.

"Emanuel."

Gregson whispered a prayer.

Then, the young man who had just become a patrolman raised his arms and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief without much concealment.

I don’t know if he couldn’t stand his partner, the “big smoker” Old John, who kept smoking, or he couldn’t stand the fact that he just passed a manure truck, or both.

The old John glanced sideways at Gregson, took another deep breath, and then dropped the butt of the hand-rolled cigarette at his feet.

Lift your foot - twist - press it off.

The whole set of movements, three steps, was completed smoothly, which shows that his daily... oh, no, to be precise, it should be "Ye" Chang's skills.

"Hey kid,

What the hell were you talking about? "

If it weren't for the fact that this kid was the illegitimate son of his old partner, and that damn guy had saved him several times, he would never have opened his mouth to talk to this little chick who had just joined the job.

"I……"

Old John didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and started talking directly.

“You what you.

Are you not used to the smell of cigarette smoke or the stench of feces? Having just become a patrol officer, you can achieve great things.

I know that your weekly salary is 21 shillings. Even if you include the bonus for catching thieves and risking your life, you will only get 5 or 6 pounds a month, which may not even be enough for medical expenses.

But you probably don’t know that.

The dung truck that just passed by is not included in the night wages paid by the dung collectors on this street. He sells the dung truck to factories in the city and farmers outside the city, and can make money in one night. 2 to 3 shillings.

These are ordinary excrement workers. If they are the 'gold diggers' who specialize in working underground and in the Thames River, the coins, metal tableware and other things they find in those two large cesspools can even be mined in a day. Possibly earning £4 or £5.

Why do you look down on others? "

As the first country to "complete" the bourgeois revolution, even though it is neither glorious nor revolutionary, aligning everything with "money" has long since become an important part of British values.

Therefore, faced with Old John's questioning, Gregson immediately became speechless.

As for retorting to him: Are you not a police officer patrolling at night like me?

Gregson really couldn't say it out loud. It is true that he is a "little chick", but he is also an authentic "old Londoner" who was born and raised in London.

Old John has been responsible for the night patrol in this area for almost twenty years. Let alone the distance, let’s take the manure collector who just passed by as an example. If he hadn’t sent Old John some cigarette money and match money on time every month, how could he have been able to do this all the time? Controlling the sewage wells of every household in these streets?