Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"Just a little bit!"

Captain Longbottom clenched his fist hard and punched the wall, knocking down several ice ridges on the edge of the eaves.

He was both scared and annoyed.

If he hadn't used a counter-spell to suppress Li Huo just now when he saw that the situation was bad, the vicious black magic flame might have completely ignited the entire house and even spread to the entire neighborhood.

However, although he solved Li Huo, he also let go of the dark wizard named "Morty".

That guy also kidnapped a young wizard from Hogwarts as a hostage!

Now, all their clues are broken, and they don't know where to find new clues.

In a kidnapping case like this, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for the hostages.

Captain Longbottom didn't even dare to think about how the Indian dark wizard would treat a little boy by releasing the fierce fire casually.

"Wake up the goblin first. If that doesn't work, break down the door of Gringotts in Diagon Alley and ask them to give us an explanation."

Director Longbottom smoothed his hair, which had been curled by the fire, and said to his subordinates in an unkind tone.

In the team of Aurors he led, several people were burned by the fire and were busy treating their injuries with magic spells and the white fresh essential oil he carried with him.

Only two Aurors were lucky enough to survive. They were squatting on the ground, poking here and there with their wands, and seriously playing with a goblin they had thrown on the dirty slush.

"There is really no other way. The goblin's memory was quickly extracted by the powerful Legilimency, and then he was hit with a thunderbolt explosion spell in front of him - luckily he had a piece of goblin armor under his clothes, otherwise he would have been dead. - But even so, he won't be able to wake up in a short time."

The two Aurors checked it several times and finally confirmed that there was no way to wake up the goblin.

Then, the two of them threw the injured Narlak on the snow, no longer caring about his life or death.

Anyway, this guy can't die.

Furthermore, as soon as they saw this guy's ten fingers that were severed in reverse, the Aurors knew what kind of goblin he was.

Even if you take a step back, Narlak is just a goblin - just like goblins usually dislike wizards, wizards actually have no good impressions of goblins.

"Director, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to go to Gringotts now?" an Auror said: "Some time ago, the Gringotts family confirmed that there was no heir. Several big goblin managers disagreed with each other and continued to criticize each other. It caused the goblin community to split into several factions.”

Director Longbottom waved his hand.

"The conflicts between the goblins and their own people are their own business, but if they have conflicts, they have to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to investigate the case.

What's more, the reason why Gringotts Exchange is able to operate in Diagon Alley is to create convenience for us wizards.

If even these cannot be satisfied, then there is no need for Gringotts to continue operating. "

Then, he added: "I'll go find Sherlock and the others, and the next thing will be..."

Before he could finish his words, Dr. Watson suddenly ran in from outside the abandoned church and said breathlessly: "Mr. Longbottom, Sherlock asked me to invite you over. He seemed to have found some clues - he said it was possible. Follow it and find the kidnapped little wizard."

When Director Longbottom heard this, he suddenly became energetic. He arranged for an Auror to take Narrak back to the custody of the Ministry of Magic, and then quickly walked out of the yard of the abandoned church with the remaining Aurors.

Gregson and Old John stood together, the former rubbing his hands to keep warm, and the latter smoking a cigarette again.

Sherlock was kneeling on the ground, ignoring the mud on the ground, and was carefully examining each shoe print.

His eyes moved from one shoe print to another, his head nodding like a bird, until finally he found a mark.

"That's it." He made a fist with his right hand and punched the palm of his left hand, then stood up on his knees.

"What 'is this'?" Director Longbottom heard Sherlock's assertion and asked quickly.

"The footprint is seven and a half inches long, which is exactly the size of the goblin's foot. And the shoe print shows that it is a pair of pointed shoes, the kind of boots with elastic bands around the ankles, which match the ones he wore.

And if you look carefully, you will find that there is a hole in the sole - this is the hole reserved for inserting a pogo stick - that goblin is Spring Heeled Jack, and he is Morty's partner.

In addition, the outline of the shoe print is not very clear, it appears a bit blurry, and the toe is deeper than the heel.

This shows that the person wearing these shoes did not come here, but ran into the church yard.

Also, did you see it? The series of footprints he left were all like this. He had been running in this way.

Goblins have never been known for being good at running. It's understandable to run short distances in a hurry, but running long distances on your legs is not something a goblin can do.

If he didn't use magic to travel, then he must have used transportation to get here. "

After giving a simple answer, he raised his legs and ran out of the alley. He didn't care at all whether he would sprain his ankle while running like this on such a muddy road.

After running around in circles and through a winding and narrow alley, he finally saw what he was looking for.

It was a gas lamp, an unusual thing in the dark hare-den of Marsh Street.

Just under this lamp, there was indeed a four-wheeled carriage parked, not a two-wheeled carriage - there were taxis in London in the 19th century, but they were basically two-wheeled and two-seater. At most, they could be parked next to the coachman. A person sat down - just like the one Sherlock and the others took when they came to Marsh Street.

Most of these four-wheeled, four-seater carriages with a box structure are privately owned, and they are rare to see in places like Marsh Street.

And when Sherlock's figure appeared from the alley, the coachman immediately saw him.

Without any hesitation, the man immediately shook the reins in his hand, trying to drive the horse away from here.

However, how could he do so.

In fact, before Sherlock could take out his wand, a person popped out next to the coachman.

Longbottom, the director of the Auror Office, personally took action and apparated directly from the alley to the carriage that was gradually speeding up, restraining the carriage driver.

"Take us to the goblin's lair! Don't try to act stupid..."

Sherlock ran over panting, stepped onto the carriage, and immediately revealed the coachman's little plan.

"After all, you don't want your relatives and friends to know that you, a wizard, actually recognized a goblin as your boss."

He had already seen that the coachman was actually a wizard.

Because when this man saw someone apparating to his side, he was panicked, but there was no surprise on his face that made him unable to restrain himself.

After hearing Sherlock's threat, and then seeing the Aurors wearing blue leather vests running out of the small box - Longbottom was the Auror Director, and he was leading the team in civilian clothes - the coachman immediately clicked Nodding, he sold out his boss without hesitation.