Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

For his own future, Weasel finally made a difficult decision.

First he looked around to make sure there were no Muggles around, then he raised his wand and softly chanted a spell on the paper airplane in his hand: "Lacarnum Inflamari!"

Just like being ignited by a lighter, the special magic paper immediately burned, but it didn't burn very fast.

Weatherall released his fingers, and the magic paper airplane turned into a ball of floating flames.

Immediately afterwards, Weasel took out another snuff bottle from his pocket and knocked out some sparkling powder.

This is the floo powder he carries with him.

Because he is the only Ministry of Magic employee in Gibraltar, Weasel's authority actually covers a wider scope than his colleagues at headquarters.

For example, if a wizard wants to connect to the "floo network" in the UK, he must submit an application to the Floo Network Management Bureau under the Department of Magical Transportation, and will be subject to a series of strict supervision.

However, in the overseas enclave of Gibraltar, Wiesel has the authority to temporarily approve and manage this work on behalf of his colleagues in the Floo Network Administration.

Although he never approved the application after taking office (asking because he was afraid of trouble), it was really natural to temporarily open a "back door" for himself.

The key is that his behavior did comply with the Ministry of Magic's regulations, and no one else could criticize him. Although he cannot disapparate, because he has the authority to open the "floo network", it is actually very convenient for Weasel to go wherever he wants to go in Gibraltar.

"Taxi, passenger seat."

Weasel threw the floo powder into the flames. The color of the flames immediately changed to green, and then he stuck his finger into the flames.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was like a spinning top, and he was "swiftly" rotated and "sucked" into the dancing flame, leaving only some scraps of burned paper in place. A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the paper scraps were swept into the blue water, and disappeared after a while.

At the same time, Weasel appeared in the only taxi that picked up wizards in Gibraltar, sitting firmly on the passenger seat.

"Gift Crab——"

The taxi driver who had just started was startled and stepped on the brake. The second-hand Ford Anglia was parked on the road.

However, when he saw who it was, the driver quickly put on a flattering smile, as if the person who just scolded him was not him.

"Mr. Weasel, why are you here?" As he said this, he quickly put down the wine bottle he was holding.

Weasel frowned when he saw this guy drinking while driving, but he didn't delve into it.

"You just dragged an old wizard to the Pillars of Hercules. Do you remember what you said to him? Repeat it to me exactly."

The driver nodded repeatedly.

Although it was strange why Weasel would ask this - according to the rules, he had already reported the passenger's information on the magic paper airplane - but he still honestly believed everything Dumbledore said after seeing him, and once again Repeated it to Weasel.

After listening, Weasel nodded, and then asked: "Do you still have a blank magic parchment?"

"Yes, yes," the driver replied hurriedly, "I still have a few blank ones here that I haven't used yet."

As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of magic paper from the storage compartment beside the car door and carefully gave them to Weasel for inspection.

Weasel did not take the papers, but asked another question: "Where is your wand?"

"Here." The driver quickly picked up his wand.

Weatherall frowned again.

In his eyes, the wand was absolutely terrible - it certainly wasn't from Ollivanders, or even from any serious wand shop - and he figured it was probably... An ancestor of this driver's family made it himself.

This wand should be made of beech wood, with patches of black and gray on it, and stains and suspicious marks in many places.

The tip of the wand has been worn away, revealing the core inside. If he saw it correctly, Weasel speculated that the core should be the beard of the troll.

Although he was unwilling at all costs, but for his own plan, Weasel still picked up the wand with two fingers in disgust.

Then he suppressed his nausea and used it to cast a spell on the magic paper in the driver's hand. Lines of text quickly appeared on those magic papers, and then quickly folded automatically into the shape of paper airplanes, and then all He flew out of the taxi window as if he was escaping.

As a Hogwarts graduate with a complete magical education, Weasel's spellcasting movements are very deft. The driver didn't have time to see clearly what was written on the magic paper, and they all turned into paper airplanes.

After doing this, Weasel breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not immediately throw the dirty wand back to the driver. Instead, he casually placed it on the console of the car.

"Are you a local from Gibraltar?"

The driver was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I was born here and grew up here. How should I put it, I have drilled through nine out of ten tunnels under this place."

Weatherall blinked, took out the snuff bottle containing Floo powder from his pocket, and asked casually: "Can you swim?"

The driver shook his head and answered honestly: "Let me tell you this, even though this place is surrounded by the sea on three sides, I am naturally afraid of the cold, so I have never been in the sea or learned to swim. Please give me Finding this job as a taxi driver has been a big help to me, otherwise I wouldn’t know what I could do..."

"Lacarnum Inflamari!"

After hearing the answer he hoped for, Weasel didn't waste any more words. He took out his wand and cast the fire-starting spell he had used not long ago on the driver.

Orange flames suddenly appeared on the driver's T-shirt, scaring the driver and waving his hands to put out the flames.

However, just as he was patting the flames, Weasel flicked his fingers and flicked the Floo powder in the snuff bottle into the flames.

"Gibraltar, off the coast."

The flames turned green, and with the unintentional touch while slapping, the driver was immediately sent away by the temporarily opened floo network.

Out of sight out of mind.

He immediately got into the driver's seat from the passenger seat, threw the half-drunk bottle of the original driver's wine bottle out of the car window, and then took the wand and chanted a spell on his clothes.

Weatherall put on the driver's attire. However, he doesn't know the human body transformation technique yet, so he can't change his appearance or form.

"However, I should have deceived some people," he comforted himself. "Anyway, I didn't walk there by myself, but drove this car there. There aren't many people on the Pillars of Hercules Commercial Street. Sharp-eyed.”

After being prepared, Weasel put his hands on the steering wheel of the car and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The car turned into a tunnel entrance on the side of the road, and as it went downhill along the tunnel, Weasel sat in the driver's seat and kept pumping the accelerator.