Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Old John hesitated whether to shoot.

Seeing this, Gregson quickly said: "Mr. Gunter, don't be impulsive."

He even called Old John by his last name. Normally he would not address his partner in such a solemn way. (Note 1)

How could a bad old man with a penchant for smoking deserve such a precious name?

But the situation was urgent now. He didn't want his partner to shoot a young child in the newspaper tomorrow, so Gregson couldn't care less.

However, just when he had secretly taken off the round-headed baton hanging from his waist, he was about to hit Old John's arm.

Mutated disciples.

"Spring-Heeled" Jack, who had been idle at the fork in the road just now, suddenly rushed up to the two patrolmen.

Lift your legs and kick your feet.

Only then did Gregson understand why this "weirdo" looked tall and thin: the legs concealed by the hem of his coat were clearly a pair of stilts made of wooden sticks.

With a "pop" sound, the stilts hit Old John's arm, pushing the muzzle of the gun up much higher.

Under the pain, Old John couldn't help but pull the double-row trigger, and fired the four fixed paper shells in the Gouda pistol with a "bang" sound.

Most of the probability-distributed projectiles hit the gable of a house, but some also hit the gas lamp poles and lampshades on the street. They threw out a ball of sparks and completely extinguished the public facility.

"What are you doing!"

Frightened and angry, Gregson subconsciously picked up his baton and whipped "Spring-Heeled" Jack.

Given their height difference, if the stick were to hit him hard, the man on stilts would most likely be beaten on the spot.

At this moment, the lid of a large beer barrel placed at the door of the pub on the street popped up, and a man suddenly stood up straight from the barrel.

It turns out that there is still someone hiding in that place, and this person is holding a strange "stick" in one hand - it is a civilized stick, it is really a little short; it is said that a certain big Eastern country has used it since ancient times. The tableware I use is a little too long.

"Lie back!" the man standing up from the beer barrel shouted suddenly.

He was obviously giving a message to Spring-Heeled Jack.

Because as soon as he heard the shouts of his companions, "Spring Heeled" Jack didn't even hesitate and fell directly onto the road covered with slush and ice.

However, precisely because of this, this guy also avoided the "head" blow that cut straight into the middle of him. Gregson's baton passed between the man's legs and hit nothing.

What is surprising is that the angle between "Spring Legged" Jack's back and the ground is obviously very small - it stands to reason that even those who have practiced "Iron Banquet" cannot stand up again in this situation. Waist bar to avoid falling.

But somehow, just because of the tension, his legs moved back and forth involuntarily. The wooden stilts tied to his feet rubbed against the ground twice, and the "spring-legged" Jack jumped backwards as if he was skating. A distance of three to four meters. In the process of running backwards, the man's body seemed to have gained extra support and he stood up straight again.

"Look at what you did!"

Old John said and glared at his young partner standing next to him. Gregson was so surprised that his mouth opened wide.

Old John was obviously much more experienced than this "little chick". While cursing, his hands didn't stop. He quickly took out the spare fixed bullets from the cowhide messenger bag he was carrying, and immediately prepared them for him. The old man re-finished the load.

"Don't be impulsive! Let me explain... Ouch."

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the heavy object hitting the ground, the man who wanted to climb out of the big wine barrel, but was unlucky enough to get his ankle caught by the edge of the barrel, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

"'Spring-Heeled' Jack" saw his companion fell down and ate his shit, so he quickly walked over on stilts.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" The man named 'Sherlock' got up and waved his hands repeatedly.

Then, he hurriedly raised his hands to the surprised old John and Gregson, indicating that he had no intention of attacking them.

"Both officers, it's all a misunderstanding. My friends and I are good people."

Then, he turned to the "Spring-Heeled Jack", pursed his lips, and said.

"Watson, did you bring your retired military doctor's ID? Take it out and prove it to them."

Dr. Watson, who was called by his good friend by name, first quickly took off his face towel, wig, hat, and the extremely ill-fitting robe.

He let all the outfits fall to the ground, and then began to rummage through the lined pockets of his own clothes.

However, he searched for a long time but never found what he wanted.

"It's really strange, I obviously...

Um? "

Just when Watson was so anxious that he was about to sweat, he glanced around and suddenly saw his ID.

The retired military doctor's certificate was currently being held in a child's hand and being read through carefully.

Bourne looked at the document obtained using the "Flying Charm" and confirmed that the information above indeed belonged to Dr. Watson: a military surgeon with the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers stationed near Peshawar, his military rank and service experience. All records are very complete, and there are steel seals and seals of several other departments as foils.

"Kid, that's my thing, you have to give it back to me." Dr. Watson said in as gentle a tone as possible, and at the same time stretched out his hand.

Neither he nor Sherlock noticed how the child ran to them just now. Old John and Gregson, who saw Bourne running across the street to them, thought that Bourne was with them. , so there was no verbal reminder.

Byrne returned the ID to Dr. Watson, who quickly untied the stilts tied to his feet, jumped to the ground and handed the ID to the two patrol officers.

He didn't let Sherlock or the two men explain. Due to his understanding of his companions, although he does have the ability to persuade the other party, he is also very likely to make things more troublesome.

And just when Dr. Watson explained to the two people why they wanted to play "Spring Heeled" Jack in this neighborhood and that they were both honest and reliable gentlemen, not thieves or tramps, Sherlock He came closer to Bourne.

He winked at Bourne and whispered: "Little wizard, you must be from Gryffindor, right? Where are the adults in your family? And most importantly, how did you get here from Hogwarts? Coming?"

Bourne deliberately responded to him:

I can't ask you this?

However, as if he had drunk a magical elixir, Bourne suddenly thought of something.

So, he answered: "I found the secret room of Principal Winn-Dixie Wenredian, and there is a trial going on now. Do you understand?"

To be honest, this kind of "Old Riddler"-like answer is very annoying. If you meet a bad-tempered person in certain places, you might get an electric cannon.