Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

After finishing the garbage sorting, Bourne turned his gaze towards Magnolia Crescent Street and saw a little wizard who was at a loss.

In the dark night, overlooking the street from the rooftop is indeed a brand new experience.

"Don't say it, really don't say it..."

Bourne suddenly understood something. Once the Astartes warriors of the Raven Guard had the opportunity to rest in a hive city on a planet, as long as there were no missions, many of them would sneak into the hive city at night to perform heroic deeds.

In addition to the characteristics of the Raven Guard, I'm afraid that the act of overlooking the streets from a high place can itself stimulate the secretion of dopamine in their bodies.

Not to mention, Bourne was not only chivalrous this time, but also relied on psychic foresight to complete the action in a similar way to "the mastermind" -

This fits the style of the Alpha Legion.

Happiness doubled belongs to yes.

At the same time, Harry, who was looking at the truck that had overturned into the river beside the street not far away, didn't know what to do and suddenly moved.

The child didn't care about his things. He threw the suitcase on the side of the road and ran towards the ditch with his wand in his hand.

He wanted to save people.

"I've already used magic in front of Muggles, so I might as well be expelled from Hogwarts. It doesn't matter this time," he made up his mind.

When he ran to the river and was about to cast a "floating spell" on the person who fell into the water, a wet man just climbed up to the river bank.

Harry took a look at the man's clothes - wearing a peaked cap and overalls, he looked like a truck driver - so he asked quickly: "Sir, how are you? Are there any other people who fell into the water?"

The man who had just swam ashore was startled by his shout and rolled over, almost falling into the water again.

However, when the man looked up and saw who was talking to him, he was stunned.

The man thought for a second, and then with his hand resting on the ground, he quietly touched a stone on the slope of the river bank.

Harry suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation on his neck, like hives, and it was very itchy.

His magical intuition told him that someone was monitoring him, and someone else seemed to want to harm him.

As a young wizard with quite good talent, Harry's magical intuition has always been very sharp.

However, this neither allows him to know who is monitoring him, nor does it allow him to determine that the person monitoring him and the person who wants to harm him are actually not the same person.

"Expello——!" (Note: This spell is a shortened version of "Expellirarma". Expello actually means "repel" and arma means "weapon". In the movie, Harry can always recite the first half of the spell alone and make it work. Therefore, when people are hit by this spell, not only the weapons are sent flying, but also the people and the weapons are sent flying.)

Just as Harry was puzzled and looking around subconsciously, a red magic light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"what--!"

The truck driver, who had just lifted the stone, was suddenly knocked away by the red light, and fell back into the ditch with the stone in his hand with a plop.

Bourne's figure had quietly appeared beside the creek. "Good evening, Harry." He said to Harry with a smile, holding his wand.

Less than a second after Bourne appeared, with a loud cry, an old wizard with white hair and beard appeared on the street.

Dumbledore, who was relatively tall, held his wand in one hand and put his other hand on the shoulder of Minister of Magic Fudge.

Because he was forced to perform a long-distance Apparition without being physically and mentally prepared, Minister Fudge had to purse his lips tightly.

He was using his strong willpower to prevent himself from vomiting in front of others.

"Thank Merlin, Harry and Bourne, I'm glad you're all okay." Dumbledore was relieved to see that the two little wizards were not injured, and he also loosened his grip on Fudge's shoulder.

Then he looked at Bourne curiously again, mainly staring into the little wizard's eyes.

In an instant, Dumbledore seemed to understand something. He was stunned for a moment, and at the same time he was surprised and understood: "So that's it."

-

"No, what do you understand?"

A day later, Harry was sitting in the bright sunshine outside Florin's Ice Cream Shop, completing his summer homework paper on the History of Magic on "Witch Burning in the Middle Ages", and occasionally looking up to chat with Ron.

Florin, the owner of the ice cream shop, just recognized Harry and insisted on giving him a large box of raspberry vanilla ice cream.

There is no doubt that this box of ice cream slowed down his homework, but it was very helpful in creating an atmosphere for conversation between the two little wizards.

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, Hermione also came over with a lot of bags, and she also bought a big cat with ginger hair.

The little witch came to Diagon Alley with Ron's family. Because her parents had a full appointment at the dentist's office today, they could only ask the Weasleys to help take their daughter to buy school supplies.

However, compared to Harry and Ron - her two "bad students" friends - who quickly purchased all the school supplies for the next semester - Hermione's shopping time undoubtedly took much, much longer.

"We were talking about the Firebolt." Ron scooped a big mouthful of ice cream with a spoon and put it into his mouth, then said, "I just went to that Quidditch boutique, and the owner said that the Irish international team just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms..."

Hermione sat next to them holding her newly bought pet cat, and all the large and small bags of things were piled on the table.

Unlike the original story, because Ron's "Scabbers" left him early, Crookshanks did not react to a little wizard who just had the smell of an ordinary rat on him.

After all, aren’t dried fish and canned fish delicious? Whose pet cat really has such a unique taste that it only likes to eat mice?

"… What I was thinking just now was, if the Gryffindor team also had seven Firebolts, instead of just Harry riding a Firebolt to chase the Golden Snitch, then our school's Quidditch team might be much stronger than some of the clubs in the league."

When it comes to the Gryffindor team's collapse, Harry is no longer sleepy. The little wizard also thought of another interesting thing.

"If Gryffindor really had seven Firebolts, Snape would be so angry that his hair would stand on end!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then they both burst into laughter.

Seeing her two friends laughing foolishly, Hermione couldn't help but pat her forehead lightly with her hand: "Kang Muang!"

"How could this happen?"

The little witch retorted with reason:

"First, although I don't know much about Quidditch, I know that the price of a Firebolt is much more expensive than an ordinary flying broom.

Didn’t you see that Draco guy, who always brags about how rich his family is, but after Harry got the new Firebolt last year, didn’t he not change to the Firebolt until the end of the semester?

I don't think the Firebolt was a gift from Professor McGonagall like the Nimbus 2000.

Besides being too expensive, using this kind of broom in a school competition would be like cheating, and Professor McGonagall would never do that.

Second, according to the book "Hogwarts: A History", the Hogwarts Cup Quidditch match is essentially an extension of physical education classes.

It is designed to allow little wizards to exercise.

Not all of the participating wizards were as talented as Harry, or had the flying skills of professional athletes. It was too dangerous to ask them to fly Firebolts.

This is particularly important. I believe that even if the unknown Mr. SB donated a Firebolt to each Gryffindor, Headmaster Dumbledore would probably intervene. "

It was always like this. Among the trio, whenever Hermione objected, she was always able to refute the two little wizards and leave them speechless.

"But, besides Harry, there are obviously other young wizards in other schools who can fly Firebolts, and they are members of professional clubs..."

"They are them, and our Hogwarts is Hogwarts." Hermione glared at Ron, who immediately shut his mouth wisely.

Although he was a little unwilling to accept it, since Hermione had already said "we", what else could he do?

"By the way, Harry, you sent a letter to Ron and me yesterday, saying that you had run away from the Dursleys. But Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, said that the matter had been properly resolved. What happened?"

Hermione asked this question. Ron was actually very curious. After he received the letter yesterday, he almost ran to find Fred and George to find a way to pick up his good brother.

Fortunately, his father returned home in time and told them some things that happened in the Ministry of Magic. He also said that Harry was now temporarily living in the Leaky Cauldron and his troubles had been solved.

He came to Diagon Alley today, not only for small things like buying stationery, but also mainly to see his good brother.

As a result, when he met Harry, he found that the latter had nothing to do. In addition, they hadn't seen each other for a holiday, and Ron had a lot of experiences from his trip to Egypt that he was eager to share with his best friend, so he forgot about the question.

"Yes, Harry, what happened yesterday? Hedwig ate two servings of owl nuts when she delivered the letter. I guess you must have been in a hurry when you asked her to deliver the letter, and you didn't even have time to feed her."

Harry felt warm at the concern of his friends, and at the same time he felt extremely fortunate, because if he was really expelled from Hogwarts, it would be difficult for him to see his two friends again.

"It's scary to talk about it," Harry said with lingering fear, "Yesterday I was outside school and accidentally used magic, and it was a spell I cast on a Muggle..."

-

"So what?"

A man who looked like a gentleman from Savile Row was leaning on the trial table of the Magic Court with his elbows bent, speaking in an extremely impatient tone.

Sirius was furious now.

"That bastard must go to Azkaban prison. I say that, and Merlin's plea won't work!"

The "bastard" he was referring to was naturally Thomas, the one who tried to hire someone to harm Harry and fulfill his own bullshit prophecy.

Standing behind the judgment seat was a middle-aged wizard with a square chin.

At this moment, this man was standing behind the judge's stand, looking at Sirius with a melancholy look on his face, who was passionately confronting him. In his heart, he had already cursed Minister Fudge and Umbridge, who had only gotten to the top of the Ministry of Magic by clinging to the former, for countless generations.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to take over this case today in which Sirius appeared in court as Harry Potter's guardian. This was simply an unprovoked disaster.

Fortunately, in order to block the news and maintain the authority of the Ministry of Magic, today the magic court only has one judge seat handling the case.

No other colleagues saw him making such a fool of himself... Well, it seems that this is not entirely correct.

Because there was a person standing behind Sirius. This person was the lawyer and consultant he hired, named Dempster Wigglesward.

This person has two other identities: one is an advisory columnist for the Daily Prophet, responsible for answering readers' questions about the law; the other is the Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, who just retired last year and is specifically responsible for reviewing various laws of the British Ministry of Magic.

The Inquisitor gritted his teeth and explained to Sirius: "Mr. Black, I understand your excitement, but please don't get excited. We must clarify two issues first.

The first is that your godson, Mr. Potter, did cast a spell on a Muggle yesterday.

Even though the Ministry of Magic had already confirmed that the reason why Maggie Dursley turned into a hot air balloon and floated into the sky was actually because Thomas had used Muggle means in the British Museum a few days ago to secretly put a slow-release capsule containing "swelling potion" into the woman's throat and calculated the time for it to take effect.

However, Harry did use magic to first shatter a bottle of brandy in the Dursleys' house, and then damaged their home appliances. This is the testimony provided by the Dursleys last night, and it is legally binding. Mr. Harry Potter's actions did violate -"

"Stop!" Sirius waved his hand to stop the Inquisitor from speaking, and then signaled to Dempster Wigglesward behind him.

"I strongly protest!" The former Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement said immediately: "Has the Ministry of Magic conducted a trace test? Has Mr. Potter been proven to have used a wand to cast a spell? Or are you accusing a little wizard just because of a broken bottle and a malfunction of a Muggle's electrical appliance?

I must remind you that the Dursleys' testimony is no longer valid. If you don't believe it, you can ask them what they say now. At the same time, we can also make an unbreakable oath, swearing that we have not used any illegal threats or deceptions to make them overturn their testimony. "

Dempster Wigglesward acted righteously, but he would not tell his former subordinate that Sirius was dressed in Savile Row style because he went to the Grunning Drill Company early this morning and made himself the company's major shareholder with an irresistible price. As a major shareholder, he then went to meet with Vernon Dursley, accompanied by the company's president.

The judge was stumped by the question, so he could only continue: "-- In this case, let's not talk about Mr. Potter's problem, but first talk about the characterization of that fellow Fang Thomas. Is he a Muggle or a wizard? He has been proven to be unable to use spells, and has no knowledge of magic in his mind. In fact, the prophecies he made were all made up by himself. So he is not a wizard, and it makes no sense for him to go to Azkaban."

"Tuk-tuk!"

Sirius knocked on the judgement table.

Dempster Wiggsward immediately understood that the main point was to be concerned about the employer's concerns and think about what the employer wanted.

He stared at the Inquisitor and questioned, "Which magical law stipulates that Muggles cannot be imprisoned in Azkaban Prison? How come I don't know it? The last time the magical laws were reviewed was when I was in charge. After Minister Fudge took office, he has not issued a motion to amend the law. Naturally, the legal provisions you are using now will not have an additional clause that says 'Muggles cannot be imprisoned in Azkaban'."

"I……"

The judge was speechless.

"What do you mean by 'you'?" Dempster Wiggsward said sternly, "There is an old saying in the far east - he who knows the current affairs is a hero - if I remember correctly, the salary for working overtime as a judge in this magic court is only more than a hundred Galleons a month.

I wrote a column in the Daily Prophet before, about an inquisitor who made a rash decision and was retaliated against by others and turned into a vampire ferret. He was sent to St. Mungo's and hospitalized for a month before he was rescued. You don't think I wrote this out of sheer fabrication, do you? "

Inquisitor: “…”

Finally, with the help of Sirius Black's money counting ability, the case against Harry Potter was determined, and the judge of the Magic Court gave the final verdict in court:

All charges against Harry Potter are invalid, and Thomas Fang will be immediately sent to Azkaban Prison. His release will be decided after ten years based on his reformation.