Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Harry lay on the bed, watching the sun set behind the window grille, and his mind was filled with thoughts about the accident that happened two days ago.

There was an attack on the Dursleys.

Strictly speaking, it was an accident and no one wanted it to happen, but it happened anyway.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia blamed it on Harry, treating him as a "spoiler" or something like that.

And this is the result of professionals from the Ministry of Magic clearing the memories of them and their distinguished guests (Mr. and Mrs. Mason).

Therefore, in order to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, the Dursleys' meals in the past two days were all served with a lot of salt. Harry felt his throat sore every time after eating.

At this time, there was a slight knock on the door, and when Harry jumped out of bed, he found that there was no one at the door.

His Aunt Petunia left a bowl of pea soup at his bedroom door. This is often a classic dish that showcases the British housewife's culinary expertise (can-opening), but his Aunt Petunia rarely fed canned food to her husband and baby son.

This is for Hedwig.

Because owls cannot eat food that is too salty, otherwise they will get sick and lose their feathers.

Harry picked up the bowl. The soup was cold and he drank a third of it in one go.

Then he walked over to Hedwig's cage and poured what was left of the thick pea soup into her empty food dish.

It ruffled its feathers and glanced at its little master with disgust.

It seems to be saying: With this standard of food, how dare you compete with me for food?

"Don't be so cocky. When you return to Hogwarts in two days, I will compensate you."

Harry said with a straight face.

Then, he put the empty bowl outside the door and lay down on the bed again.

The room was dark, and Harry felt a little tired. After he cast magic and lost his strength some time ago, he found that he had become a little lethargic recently. So, he fell asleep unconsciously, but his sleep was not stable.

Harry dreamed that a senior wizard who was even more handsome than Blaise Zabini was smiling maliciously at him. Judging from the color of the hem of that man's wizard robe, he must be a Slytherin student.

"There are no good people in Slytherin."

Harry said vaguely.

Immediately afterwards, the face of the man in the dream suddenly turned pale white, and a curse full of torture was cast on him. Immediately afterwards, a harsh "clack" sound shook his eardrums and nerves.

"Don't bother me...stop...I'm very sleepy, I want to sleep now..."

He opened his eyes, and the moonlight shone in from between the window bars. Someone was staring at him through the iron bars - but it was not a handsome Slytherin "bad boy", but a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed grid. The little boy from Llanffindor, Ron Weasley, was outside Harry's window.

"Ron!"

Harry's eyes widened with excitement, and he jumped off the bed with a bang, barely able to avoid falling directly to the ground.

Ron quickly waved to him, signaling Harry not to get too close to the window.

It turned out that the little wizard was standing in the trunk of a green car. He had just taken a saw blade and was sawing the iron fence outside Harry's window.

The sound that made Harry feel uneasy was caused by Ron. However, even though he tried hard for a long time, he still couldn't cut through a fence.

"I suspect there's magic on it." From his good friend's mouth, Harry read the meaning of Ron's muttered words.

Then, two jeers came from the car. A boy with the same red hair as Ron folded down the back seat of the car and got into the trunk. He also held a thick rope in his hand.

"Little Ronnie, throw away that little thing of yours..." Fred patted his little brother on the shoulder and motioned for him to step aside.

Then, he lay down and tied one end of the rope to the tow ring under the trunk of the car, and the other end to the iron fence outside Harry's window.

"...Men, you have to learn how to play with a rope - that's how it's pictured in Muggle magazines - you have to believe that 'Strength does wonders'."

(It is a magazine that introduces western cowboys!)

With the engine humming, the anti-theft iron bars that Harry's Uncle Vernon had just paid for to be installed on the windows two days ago were suddenly pulled off to the ground.

"Pack!"

Fred cast a spell on the mantra, and then shouted loudly to Harry, who was stunned as he watched all this: "Harry, what are you waiting for? Get your things quickly and go home with us!"

Uncle Vernon's roar came from downstairs.

And Harry reacted immediately. He was like a sprinter when he heard the starting gun. He didn't know whether it was the adrenaline hormones that played a role or something similar to a magical riot. Anyway, he picked it up with one hand. The big suitcase was automatically packed, and the other hand was holding Hedwig's cage. He jumped out of the window with a big hole in three steps and jumped onto the car that was hovering in mid-air. car.

After they got into the back seat of the car from the trunk, Harry's obese Uncle Vernon climbed up to the second floor and walked into his room noisily.

When George, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, causing the car with an iron fence attached to the rear to "swish" into the sky, Harry, who was sitting in the back seat with Ron, realized a problem: " This, this, this is actually a flying car!!!"

"Ang~~~"

Ron replied somewhat proudly.

"Many wizards think that learning such Muggle tricks is a waste of time, but my dad thinks some Muggle things are also very interesting, so he always tinkers with some Muggle items he got at home.

For example, this car, he used magic to make it fly.

Although this car is a bit slower than a flying broomstick, and he has never understood how Muggles made it run on the ground, it can accommodate many people at once, and the riding experience is simply inferior to that of the Knight Bus. Much better. "

It seemed that he was thinking of some unpleasant experience, so as soon as Ron mentioned "Knight Bus", he forgot what he wanted to say next.

On the other hand, Harry can only be said to be Ron's best friend, and he will not let Ron's words fall to the ground if he understands him well.

Ron also took over the conversation smoothly: "The Knight Bus is also a magic bus, but it can only run on the ground..."

-

"Sirius, maybe...what you do is not wise."

Mrs. Figg looked worriedly at the handsome man standing next to her. This man was about thirty years old, with shawl-length hair like a hippie, a thin face, and a jagged frame that seemed to be caused by tuberculosis.

However, the suit he was wearing, which was custom-made in Savile Row just two days ago, seemed inexplicably consistent with his own temperament.

"It doesn't matter. Principal Dumbledore has already explained to me why Harry should live with this family."