Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Wizards are obviously much more accepting of strange things than Muggles.

Horace and Byrne were only surprised for a moment at the beginning about "catching a professor".

After Professor Kettleburn used the white fresh essential oil made by Horace himself to heal his wounds, the grandfather and grandson felt relieved.

After learning where he wanted to go, Horace happily invited his former colleague to travel on his family's cruise ship.

"Siva (Note 1), are you also going to the Pillars of Hercules to buy something?"

Horace said enthusiastically: "If I had known this earlier, I would have invited you in advance to join the holiday trip I prepared for Bourne, saving you from having to swim all the way from the North Sea to here."

"Pillars of Hercules?"

Bourne asked in surprise. The child suddenly felt that he might have been tricked.

"Yes, I'm not following you. We are going to sail in the UK." Horace replied cunningly.

The Pillars of Hercules are also a place named after the ancient Greek Hercules.

Generally speaking, there are two Pillars of Heracles.

The exact location of the southern root is not very clear because there are two suspected locations.

The Pillars of Hercules in the north are recognized as referring to the Rock of Gibraltar.

The Rock of Gibraltar, as its name suggests, is located in the Gibraltar region. This area is an overseas territory of the United Kingdom (not a Commonwealth country), and to this day, its finances, taxation, appointment of governors, and other powers all belong to the British royal family.

Therefore, what Horace told Bourne before was just to take him on a sailing trip in England. There is really nothing wrong with that.

After chatting on the deck for a while, Horace took Bourne and Kate back to the cabin, and the Hydra dived under the sea again.

Because it follows a general route, it must always travel underwater. This can effectively avoid being discovered by Muggles.

Professor Kettleburn was left on the ship by Horace and stayed in the guest room in the cabin.

The Hydra was sailing quickly in the icy Atlantic Ocean. Except for the occasional call from Horace to go fishing, or to learn some navigation knowledge and advanced astronomy courses, Bourne's daily life was basically the same as at home and school.

He changed his daily aerobic exercise from running to swimming. Every morning, he would transform into a Primaris Astartes and jump into the cold water to swim with the magic ship.

Counting from the day of departure, after two days and two nights of sailing, they arrived in Gibraltar on the third day. This is a British enclave located in the southern part of the Iberian Peninsula, adjacent to Spain, with an area of ​​less than 7 square kilometers (about one ten thousandth of the area of ​​Tongliao, a little more).

The British Ministry of Magic has a special office here, which is managed by the Department of International Magical Cooperation and has only one employee.

Going against the sparkling orange tide, the Hydra slowly turned past the breakwater and sailed into a special port specially prepared for magic ships.

Of course, to say it is a special port, this place does not live up to its name. Because it was just a berth carved out of the Muggle port by someone using the Muggle Expelling Curse.

And it's still temporary.

"Hi, Weasel!"

Standing on the side of the ship, Horace, neatly dressed, raised his hand and waved to a Ministry of Magic official on the shore. The man was also neatly dressed, with hair wax on his hair, which shone brightly in the early morning sun.

From the appearance, he is a British gentleman in a well-dressed suit. His elegant hairstyle and smiling mouth make people feel confident and fresh. He seemed unable to do anything wrong, as if the whole world was under his control.

He remained polite and friendly to everyone and showed himself to be a true gentleman. He is the epitome of the civil service system of the British Ministry of Magic. Legal authority and responsibility are his highest professional pursuits, but there are many secrets hidden behind his smooth character.

He smiled back at Horace before politely stepping onto the magic carpet extending from the side of the Hydra.

"Dean Slughorn." Weasel greeted Horace as soon as he got on the boat. "I have received a reminder letter from the Ministry of Magic. I am waiting here to provide you and your family with exit visas." Serve."

Horace responded with a smile: "As serious and rigorous as ever, if you were still studying at Hogwarts, I would definitely give Ravenclaw five points for this."

"Compared with that, I hope to be lucky enough to join the club you organized again. I just don't know if our original club still meets regularly." Weasel just glanced at the Hydera's departure application. , stamped a seal, and then returned the document to the house elf standing next to Horace.

"It's a pity that most of the members of the 'Slug' Club are very busy right now and can't have parties every Friday night as they like at school. It's such a shame."

Horace shook his head regretfully, and then placed his palm on Bourne's shoulder on his left side. "Not to mention, I have to take care of this little gentleman now. Not only is he talented, but he is also very good at getting into trouble."

Bourne was also helpless about Horace's behavior of using himself to block the gun, but he couldn't say anything more.

He couldn't tell Weasel face to face that before the Hydra entered the port, his grandfather Horace had said to him——

"No matter what that person says or does, we must keep a certain distance from him.

Because he is a typical British Ministry of Magic bureaucrat who always likes to take advantage and tells lies, but never understands that rights come from responsibilities. "

After chatting for a while and declining Weasel's invitation to entertain, Horace just asked the other party to provide some supply boxes for the Hydra at the price set by the Ministry of Magic.

House elves are fully capable of this kind of supply docking work, and Horace happily takes Bourne ashore and heads straight to the most interesting place in Gibraltar.

They climbed up a rocky hill south of the city of Gibraltar. Although it was still early, there were also some tourists who came early to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise.

“This used to be the throat of the world.”

"This was once the edge of the sky and the sea."

In a tone that was almost like an aria, Horace read out two sentences engraved on a stone tablet.

They are the evaluation of this hill by future generations - the Rock of Gibraltar, the Pillars of Hercules, the limits of the ancient Mediterranean ancestors' knowledge of the ends of the earth.

Bourne looked around. Apart from ordinary people, he didn't see a single wizard. As for the natural scenery, this almost bare hill probably cannot be called "beautiful scenery".

"Grandpa Horace, where is the 'fun place' you mentioned?" he asked curiously.

"Far away, yet so close."

As if by magic, a silver coin appeared between Horace's index finger and thumb, and he held it up to Bourne.

This silver coin is not the common silver Sickle.