Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 185

The reason why Bourne was able to locate this place so quickly was because of the help of the Hydra.

While still in Gibraltar, Director Weasel ordered a team of Berber hired wizards to attack the Hydra. These people were an important group of operational members of the Dominatrix Reform Committee.

Before handing them over to the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, the Hydra had already checked out their details and made them all confess.

Bourne doesn't know what specific method the magic ship uses.

However, when he handed over the people, he noticed that although the Berbers could not see any injuries on their bodies, they seemed to have been drained of all their energy.

During the few days on the ship back to Britain, Byrne exchanged the information it obtained with the Hydra in exchange for annual paint maintenance.

Originally, he had thought that after two days, when the heat had dissipated, he would find an opportunity to "visit" those suspected indulgent people in person.

But what he didn't expect was that in less than a few days, not only did the matter not get heated up - the all-pervasive "Daily Prophet" didn't even report on the magical beast riot at the Pillars of Hercules. ——And those people actually provoked him and his grandfather again.

To be honest, no matter how good-tempered he was, Bourne was indeed a little angry.

Hence the bombardment.

If you can't make sense logically, let's talk about physics. If it doesn't work, let's talk about chemistry... If you break it down and break it down, Bourne doesn't believe that he can't understand it with those guys.

"Then let's have another round."

Seeing that the Hydra was so eager to try, Bourne couldn't bear to brush off this meritorious battleship's willingness to fight.

"But after the next round, I have to ride a broomstick to see if there is anyone breathing there."

At this time, the Hydra was very energetic and answered firmly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

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"Do not worry!"

A witch quickly grabbed Mrs. Zabini, who was so angry that her hair stood on end.

She reminded in a low voice: "Watch your face, that is also the face of the committee."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zabini quickly covered her face with one hand, and then quickly took out the small mirror she carried with her and took a look.

The veins popped out, the eyeshadow appeared, and the face turned sallow... Fortunately, the wart-like sebum secretion that often appeared on the dominatrix's face did not appear, and it could be remedied.

"You guys also take action, destroy that piece of shit Bonaparte's self-portrait and burn it clean."

Mrs. Zabini said quickly.

"I'm going upstairs to touch up my makeup. Don't let the leek... gentlemen leave here before I come down. I also have a spare silver table and other valuable auction items."

Unlike applying face powder, sometimes you can't speak too plainly.

But she had already spoken about this, and her subordinates who had followed her for many years immediately understood her mistress's intentions.

They immediately joined the wizards and began to cast spells on the strange "figure in the painting" who was making a scene in the living room on the first floor.

Although the "man in the painting" with a strange style is very good at dodging, and the spells he uses are all ancient-looking black magic, he still has an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

And the wizards in Zabini Mansion also realize this. The spells they release do not need to be powerful, nor do they need to be accurate...

The main thing is to hit a large number. After all, the best thing to use when fighting a master is random punches.

There are even a few particularly smart people who play with the character, always looking for opportunities to play "Lianliankan" with the "person in the painting".

First of all, although this "person in the painting" can use magic spells, he was cut out of a painting after all, and the magic power in his body is probably not as good as that of a living person. In comparison, he is the one standing on the left.

Secondly, its movement is too flexible and it can always dodge a large number of spells directed at it, so it is a good idea to restrain its mobility.

Not to mention, over and over again, someone happened to use the same magic spell as the "person in the painting" at the same time.

When they faced each other, the two magic spells were linked together instantly, and the stalemate magic tied their wands into a line.

"What are you looking at? Hurry and help!"

"Kill this monster!"

"That's right, use the crushing spell to crush it!"

The wizards in the living room started to clamor.

However, their neck-breaking shouts were all covered up by a "rumbling" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the first wave of artillery shells from the sea hundreds of meters away from Zabini Manor arrived on the battlefield.

Seventeen bombs filled with explosives almost all hit the wall on the shore side of the building.

“Bang, bang, bang—!”

The shells exploded one after another, reducing an entire wall of the building to rubble. The shock wave swept through, and the wizards in the living room were shaken to their feet. The chandelier crashed from the ceiling and took away the two unlucky guys who were standing too close.

"what happened?"

"Merlin's beard, what's wrong with it?"

Just when everyone in the living room was blown to pieces and their brains shut down for a moment, the Congreve rocket on the Hydra also came to the door.

Although the accuracy of those rockets was impressive, with most of the rockets falling into the large garden of the Zabini Manor, among the more than a hundred rockets, dozens of rockets eventually fell into the mansion in the manor.

And because the carronade had already destroyed a large area of ​​the wall, the rockets naturally shot into the living room where everyone gathered.

The warhead of each Congreve rocket was loaded with 8 or 9 pounds of black powder. Only a few warheads were incendiary bombs, and the rest exploded smoothly.

Because the people in the living room gathered relatively densely, once they were bombed by rockets, they were immediately scattered like an ant pile.

A wave of shelling, coupled with a wave of rocket fire, the entire building was about to be razed to the ground.

Although wizards are in better physical condition than ordinary people, as long as they are carbon-based creatures, it is impossible to rely on their physical body to resist such firepower.

No one could stand up in the big house of Zabini Manor, especially in the living room.

Even the strange "man in the painting" who was "showing off his magical powers" just now, by chance, was shattered into a puzzle due to the close-range explosion of a Congreve rocket.

And that's not the end.

The instigator of all this was "bewitched" by a broken magic ship, so he prepared a feast of truth for these unlucky people who were bombed.

Half a minute later, artillery shells and Congreve rockets once again greeted the ruins of the mansion. After this explosion, let alone carbon-based organisms, not even the remaining building debris could be found to be taller than five feet.

Many plants in the garden were also set on fire. Flames and thick smoke rose into the sky and could be seen even from several kilometers away.

On the deck of the Hydra, inside the shell of a color-changing giant snail, a slightly random quote from a famous person suddenly appeared.

“Sure enough, art is an explosion!”

Unlike the Hydra, which was not too big a deal to watch the excitement, Byrne, who had made the bombardment plan and implemented it himself, was already flying quickly on his broomstick to the landing point of the shells and rockets. He wanted to see if there were any remaining members of the Dominatrix Reform Committee here.

Byrne has already thought about it.

"If you can still stand after being hit on the head by two or three tons of black powder, such a wanton slave is a perfect introduction to chainswords and bolters."

Riding a broomstick across the sea, flying over the ruins and jumping down, Bourne began searching in the scorched earth of the manor.

The main thing is to be careful. After all, the habit of the Astartes warriors is to try not to leave a "bomb" for themselves.

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"That's absolutely true."

Mr. Dursley nodded vigorously. Because of his widened and thickened chin, it took more effort for him to perform this action than ordinary people.

"That kid is a bomb, even if he stays in the attic tonight. I really don't know if he was..."

In the afternoon, his precious son Dudley was frightened again by Harry Potter.

That naughty boy actually said a series of words to Dudley: "Hawkes, Chiggly, Ghostly -"

Fortunately, this was just a feint, not a weird spell that only those "no three" guys would say.

But even so, Harry Potter startled Dudley (literally "jumped") and tore the dress trousers he had originally prepared for tonight. When his wife Penny heard this, she almost threw away the soapy pan she was brushing.

This also caused Dursley to fly into a rage and drove Harry Potter back to his bedroom, which was the attic of their home that was originally used to store debris.

However, no matter how unhappy he felt, he still had to put on the warmest smile on his face at this time.

Because his Hermes has arrived.

Mr. Mason's Jaguar had just parked at No. 4 Privet Drive - the street outside their house.

Dursley's smile widened.

As he ran toward the door with small steps, he shouted in an almost flattering voice: "Mr. Mason! Welcome--"

Dursley had been waiting at the door of his house since half past four in the afternoon. Now, his battle is coming.