Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Gregson was irritated, so without thinking, he picked up his baton and hit the nearest Indian sailor with malice.

The conflict escalated as a result.

The sailor with the gold tooth took from the pocket of his peacoat a sailor's knife which--as Sherlock had reminded him--was about five inches long when folded, and about five inches when unfolded. A ten-inch knife that can be used as a cutting knife or for lifting tacks from knots on a boat.

The same was true for his companions, but the positions where they hid their knives were different. One of them even put his hand inside his pants...

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, but Gregson showed no sign of weakness at this time.

He ferociously hit the "Big Gold Tooth" with his baton, and the opponent spun around and kicked sideways as if dancing. Not only did he avoid the oncoming baton, but he also hit Gregson firmly with a kick that swollen his abdominal cavity. He couldn't help but fall back and take a few breaths.

These Indian sailors have obviously just landed ashore and still retain the fighting habits they used to have on the ship. It is a completely different skill specialization from the "tavern brawl" that Londoners are keen on.

Not to mention the Queensberry Rules, they are not even willing to abide by the minimum "gentleman's fighting rules" - try to be 1V1.

While "Big Gold Tooth" kicked his opponent so hard that he could no longer hold the baton in his hand, another man rushed over and stabbed Gregson hard in the armpit with a dagger.

In the blink of an eye, a conflict has the tendency to develop into a murder.

However, at this moment, Old John, who had pretended to be "none of my business" and covered his face with a hat to pretend to be asleep, suddenly launched a sneak attack with a speed and agility that was completely inappropriate for his age.

He had just touched the bar with one hand and grasped the gin bottle. He raised that hand high, waved it in a circle, and hit the Indian who was about to kill his partner hard on the temple.

The glass bottle shattered, gin flew, blood spilled, and the Indian sailor staggered back. Then, Old John's other hand grabbed the wrist of the man's knife-wielding hand and twisted it to one side, forcing the Indian to drop the knife in his hand.

Just like this, in a breath or two at most, the Indian sailor lost his weapon and ability to resist. His knife fell to the ground, and he himself was injured. Blood flowed from a deep gash on his scalp. Keep coming out.

Old John held the man's hand, forcing him to become his shield, and he took out the hand that had been hidden in the cowhide bag.

This hand still held his old buddy.

He put the Haug pistol on the shoulder of "Shield" and threatened the remaining Indians.

"Hey, what's going on? Young people, calm down. Yelling is useless. Sit down and talk. What do you think?"

The gold-toothed sailor pointed the knife at him.

"Let my cousin go, or kill him altogether, and I will avenge him."

"Do you have a problem with your eyes or a problem with your brain?" Old John bluntly called out the gold-toothed sailor's conspiracy: "I am pointing a gun at you, especially you."

"Whatever you say."

"Big Golden Tooth" said with a gloomy expression: "Go away. This matter has nothing to do with you. You didn't join these people's chat just now. We have no conflicts with each other, and we are not in a life-or-death situation."

The situation was deadlocked for a while, with Old John and "Big Gold Tooth" staring at each other with unyielding eyes.

This has gone beyond the scope of physical threats and verbal criticism, and the two people's spirits are also in tit-for-tat at this time.

However, in the eyes of those tavern guests who are keen to pursue wine, sex and wealth, this silent confrontation is far less interesting than a bloody fight.

Many of them whistled and yelled all kinds of obscenities. Even the people who were fighting cockfights and betting on dogs in the basement heard the sound and rushed over, and soon joined the ranks of those who didn't mind watching the fun.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A loud (literally) loud drink made the crowd deafened and excited. Some even felt so uncomfortable that they vomited out the bad wine mixed with the gastric juices mixed with food residue.

This is what the tavern owner said.

The bearded man had his hands hidden under the bar, and Bourne knew without looking that he must have tightened his grip on his wand.

While shouting, the tavern owner also glared at the passage leading to the inner room of the tavern with a sharp look.

Several wizards who heard the noise outside and ran out curiously to watch the excitement were forced to quickly retract their protruding heads.

"This is a tavern run by the Aibo family. It has been in business since 1500 and has a history of more than 300 years.

No matter who enters this door, in addition to obeying the law, they must also abide by the rules of the Aibo family!

Of course, these rules are not troublesome. They are easy to remember. There are only three rules——

Article 1: No credit is allowed.

Article 2: Don’t murder each other.

Article 3: If a fight damages the property of the tavern, we will compensate you ten times the original price! "

After saying this, he looked at the people in front of the bar and glanced at the fragments of the wine bottle that Old John used to open the ladle.

"Although it is now used to hold gin, it was formerly a Gamp sojourn bottle. It is considered an antique and the minimum compensation is £5."

Upon hearing this, it was like a "medical miracle". The young patrolman Gregson, who had been kicked in the stomach until he could not make a sound, immediately straightened his back.

"What kind of broken wine bottle costs 5 pounds! It's obviously blackmail! Are you like those Indian guys, can't you see the uniforms we are wearing? We come to you to spend money to give you face, but you are still talking to us Need compensation!"

He was so angry that his face turned red.

However, compared to him, Sherlock, as a wizard, obviously knows more inside information.

Moreover, his complexion also changed - not red, but green - no way, the name of Gamp's old social wine is too big.

The most disgusting drink in two hundred years. If you drink a pint, you will be rewarded with 1 Galleons. Swallow-tailed dogs will walk around if you smell it...

All of the above are labels for that kind of wine.

"No wonder, I said that gin had a strange smell in it," he muttered under his breath.

Originally, he thought he was just adding too much water to the wine, but he never thought that the boss of Ai Bo had done something worse than adding water to the wine.

Well, the black-hearted merchant is here for real.

In fact, after Boss Aibo said what he said, the other guests in the tavern also had some changes in their demeanor.

Many people looked around quietly, either at the candlesticks or at the tin dinner plates on the table. Most of them had some other ideas in mind because of the "antiques" that Boss Aibo said.

Bourne looked at the crowd carefully and couldn't help but feel a little funny. At the same time, he suddenly had an intuition in his heart. Coupled with the fact that I just ate something, I really felt a sense of digestion in my stomach.

He finally confirmed: "The mysterious spell cast by the future Mr. Sherlock seems to have really sent me more than a hundred years ago."