Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

“Nicolaus Flamel Accio！”

(Nick Flamey, fly in!)

Babajide Akinbad read the Latin incantation aloud, concentrating on it while pronouncing each word perfectly.

Because he used a flying spell on Nick Flamel. This kind of spell cannot generally be used on living creatures with high thinking abilities. Unless the other party will not refuse your call, and the casting distance cannot be too far.

Fortunately, the current situation meets the conditions.

Babajide's spell worked. At his call, Nick Flamel was like a kite swept by the strong wind, and flew out of the luxury suite that had become a purgatory.

This is by no means a metaphor.

The plaster ceiling, the wallpaper with gold leaf sequins, and the matching comfortable furniture were turned into a bunch of jet-black objects by the strange magic power at the same time that the human body refining circle was activated, as if they were It's like putting someone in an oven and baking it over high heat.

The only remaining living creature in the room - the Horntail Dragon conjured by August Rookwood - at this time, seemed to have had all its bones removed, and could only lie down like a slug. There was a constant rush of people on the ground.

Like a melted candle, the scales, skin and flesh all over its body melted rapidly, turning into large drops of blood-red mucus and falling to the ground.

On the expensive natural marble floors, patterns of magic circles emerged. Moreover, just like a sponge absorbing water, the blood-red mucus will be absorbed as soon as it lands on it without fear of being wasted.

Oh, and there is another thing: the corpses of those wizard gang members who were killed by August Rookwood before turned into bloody slime in the blink of an eye, and they had all been absorbed by the marble floor a long time ago.

"Who opened this door? And who let you enter this suite?"

Nick Flamel, who was in shock, had just been helped by Babajide to stand up when the alchemy master grabbed the old black wizard's arm.

"That guy has a problem, he has a big problem! And this problem is even worse than the kidnapping of Bourne and I."

Before Babajide could answer, a loud voice sounded from behind him.

To be precise, the sound came from the top of his head. For reference, this old black wizard is nearly two meters tall, even a few centimeters taller than the tall Dumbledore.

So there is no doubt that the person who said this can only be Bourne.

As if he stood out from the crowd, this "little wizard" who was over three meters tall stood in the corridor at the entrance of the suite, attracting everyone's attention.

Except for his Grandpa Horace, the other old wizards, old witches and the Aurors from the Italian Ministry of Magic present looked at this burly giant, with the word "incredible" written all over their faces.

"Are you looking for this goblin?"

Bourne held a chain sword in one hand and a head in the other hand, "pulling" the owner of the head out of the crowd.

Caserta just wanted to slip away.

As a former "follower assassin", this old goblin has received professional training in stealth and has some skills.

Unfortunately, as a solitary Space Marine for many years, Bourne secretly learned some "Shadow Step" techniques from the Crow Guard and the Assassin's Court, which is also very reasonable.

And compared with those masters in the world of stealth (even if some people in the Assassin's Court seem to only know Kang's stealth), Caserta's work is undoubtedly rough.

Although he took advantage of his racial advantage to lower himself into the crowd, and even wore his coat backwards to show off the inconspicuous brown lining, Bourne still discovered his "conspicuous bag" - because everyone else wanted to watch the fun. So I moved forward unconsciously. Only this goblin wanted to go out.

"That's him." Babajide Akinbad pointed at Caserta and explained to Nick Flamel why the goblin was here.

The great alchemist nodded repeatedly after hearing this. Now that the suspect has been controlled, he still has some other things to do.

He said seriously to his friends: "I will buy this hotel with gold. Everyone who has not been invited to my party tonight, I would like to ask you to help them all leave here temporarily."

As the only [true alchemist] who knew how to make the Philosopher's Stone, Nick Flamel was confident when he said this, and did not give the Aurors of the Italian Ministry of Magic any chance to question.

In fact, they were unilaterally assigned by Nick Flamel to do a task that had nothing to do with what he was going to do next. It could also be said to be unrelated but "important and urgent": find a door key, Send the only minor wizard present home safely.

That's right, the underage wizard refers to Bourne, who is over three meters tall and has such thick arms that he looks like he can carry a bull.

In this way, Bourne was arranged by what was most likely the richest old man in the wizarding world. With only the promise of "I will make some compensation to you later", he followed his Grandpa Horace and was sent back to the British Isles in a carnival mask by the Italian Auror Office Director.

They landed at Tempsford, about fifty miles north of London, where there was an RAF airstrip, near the Bedfordshire village of Sandy. Just by the taste of the damp cold night air in his mouth, Bourne knew he was back in England.

This place is indeed a bit remote, but according to the Auror Director of the Italian Ministry of Magic, this is the door key closest to London in their hands - he did not say a word: "The Italian Ministry of Magic's really useful door key" The key is no longer theirs."

Fortunately, even if he is reduced to a "remote" place, the wizard can quickly get out of trouble.

Horace pulled Bourne, who had returned to his little wizard appearance, to the shoulder road, stretched out his wand and tapped twice.

About a minute later, with a "bang" sound, a three-story, bright purple bus appeared and parked on the small road outside Sandy Village. It happened to stop at the In front of Horace and Bourne, the old and the young.

A young man in his twenties, wearing a strange purple uniform and an old-fashioned pirate three-cornered hat on his head jumped down from the car door step. He has a pair of big fan ears, a few small pimples on his face, and a pair of small glasses.

Seeing the waiting passengers, the conductor enthusiastically introduced loudly: "The Knight Bus is at your service. It is an emergency bus for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and get on the bus. , we can take you wherever you want to go...

Um, hello, Professor Slughorn! "

Since the suitcases were not with them, there was no need for the conductor to help them carry their luggage. Horace and Bourne quickly boarded the bus.

After a night of trouble, it was really too much for an old man like Horace, but he still chatted with the conductor after getting on the bus.

"Hello, Stan Thumper, a little wizard from Ravenclaw. If you weren't addicted to those Muggle comics and had to stay up late every night to read them, your eyes wouldn't be myopic.