Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Early the next morning, Tom woke Harry up with his smile and a cup of tea, just like the previous two days.

Harry sat up lazily, trying to get dressed so he could go and convince an unhappy Hedwig to go back to her cage.

He didn't sleep well last night.

He had a very terrible nightmare, in which he saw a slimy, snake-like thing wrapping its tail around his neck, trying to strangle him to death.

In the middle of the night, after waking up from a struggle, he found that the sheets under him were wet with sweat.

Fearing that there would be more trouble, Harry did not use magic to dry the sheets. He endured the sticky feeling under his body and only closed his eyes slightly until dawn, and was soon woken up again.

Although Old Tom looked like a human, he actually had a very good personality. After waking up Harry, he suggested, "Mr. Potter, would you like a black pudding? Listen to me, with milk tea, it would be a very good breakfast combination.

It's really important to fill your stomach before riding the Hogwarts Express.

You have to know that although the train has a lot of magic attached to it, it is also regularly maintained by the dwarf mechanics.

However, I heard that in the past two years, it has been stranded due to some minor issues at the beginning of the school year, and it has arrived at Hogwarts Castle very late, as if it was cursed..."

"It probably won't happen this year. The two times the Hogwarts Express broke down were just accidents," Harry thought.

Then he politely declined Old Tom's breakfast and just ordered a large bowl of oatmeal and juice for breakfast.

The reason he gave was that he and his good brother Ron had agreed to exchange snacks after getting on the train at King's Cross Station.

It was not because he had glimpsed Old Tom's recipe that day and learned about the black pudding at the Leaky Cauldron, which also included liver pate made from mashed raw liver.

"Mr. Potter, I have to remind you--"

Looking at Harry eating his breakfast in small bites, Old Tom couldn't help but frowning and said:

"——You are still growing now. If you don't supplement your nutrition, your height may be affected in the future.

You have a classmate called Bern Slughorn, right? That little wizard has also eaten at the Leaky Cauldron before. I saw him eat a whole three-person portion of dragon ribs by himself..."

Harry: (д)!!!——

"If the food over there is not tasty, Bourne, you must remember to write to Grandpa. I will ask Momo to bring you meals to school every day."

At the mouth of the Thames, standing next to his family's convertible old car, while waiting for the boat to pick up the little wizard, Horace was still complaining about the food in his memory at Durmstrang.

"I remember that school's Christmas dinner actually included fermented shark meat and puffins pickled in the stomach of a seal.

As soon as these two kinds of feasts were served, their ship-shaped auditorium turned into a toilet.

You can never believe how bad the cook at Durmstrang is. Not all wizarding schools are like Hogwarts, with so many hardworking and skillful house-elves working there..."

When it comes to appreciating food, the only two peoples in the world who can be trusted are the Chinese and the British.

Because Chinese people are used to seeing real food and really know what is delicious, while the British have eaten too much bad food, so the food that they find difficult to swallow is mostly so unpalatable that it is outrageous.

Fortunately, since Bourne has experience wandering in the Warhammer universe, the Astartes' eating habits are also quite special.

Therefore, even though Horace described Durmstrang as a food desert, Bourne still maintained a relatively calm attitude.

After all, can anything be more unpalatable than corpse starch that has passed its expiration date? And can anything be more dangerous than canned ant beef that requires a flamethrower to open without causing any harm?

"...Bourne, listen to your grandfather and don't feel any pressure when you go to Durmstrang to participate in the Potions Championship.

It doesn’t matter whether you get first place in Hogwarts or not. Your health and happiness are what matter most.

If you feel uncomfortable living there, you can just make a potion. Grandpa will give you a score in the judging panel, and then you can return to Hogwarts to continue your studies. "

In response to Horace's "earnest teachings", Bourne, who had grown a lot taller in the past two years at school, stretched out his arm and patted the tall and fat old man on the shoulder.

"Grandpa Horace, don't worry. I will take good care of myself." Bourne comforted his grandfather who was a little worried about sending him on a long journey. "Our last name is 'Slughorn'. The battle horn is always in our hands."

Horace was amused.

It’s better to have your own grandchildren.

He has enough magical talent, speaks well, and most importantly, is as healthy as a Riem cow.

"It seems like a good plot for young Bourne to represent Hogwarts in the Potions Championship and win the championship after a tough competition." Horace pondered. He was thinking, as an old man, could he do something for Bourne?

After all, he had participated in the Potions Championship when he was in school and had won the championship.

In addition, he is now the chief consultant to the Potions Championship judging panel as the "Potion Master".

The "Potion Masters" older than him should have passed away by now, and those younger than him are not as experienced as him.

Just as Horace was thinking about something, Bourne suddenly noticed that there were some ripples on the surface of the Thames not far away.

"Grandpa Horace, is a ship coming?" As Bourne asked, a huge ship suddenly emerged from the calm water.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the sound of water splashing, first the bow, then the mast, and then the entire ship "drilled" out from under the water.

This magic ship was not like the Hydra of Slughorn's family. It had no protective cover when traveling in the water, so the hull was wet from top to bottom. After surfacing, the damp water vapor still lingered on the dark hull.

It had an old, weather-beaten appearance, and its hull was built of dark wood, covered in seaweed and scratches.

The hull is relatively narrow and seems more suitable for long-distance sailing. The logo on the bow is a fire dragon's head, which seems to be about to open its mouth and spit fire.

On the mast of the ship, there were some black magic lanterns hanging, emitting a subtle magical aura.

There was no gorgeous decoration on the ship, only black decks and cramped cabins.

There were some runes engraved on the cabin door, and Bourne recognized that they meant "waterproof". It seemed that the crew and passengers could not go up and down the deck freely underwater and could only stay in the cabin.

On the side of the ship (right side), there is a wooden sign with the ship's name written in bright paint and English: Malden.

It is not known whether it is a coincidence or not, but the land where Bourne and his men are standing at the mouth of the Thames was called Malden ten centuries ago.

At that time, it was here that the Viking pirates from Northern Europe first landed on British soil.

And a magic ship from Durmstrang actually has a new English name with a unique meaning. This is somewhat interesting.

"I don't know whether it was intentional or accidental," Bourne felt a little amused. He had already felt the provocation and competition from Durmstrang.

To be honest, although he has participated in some adventures in the past two years, the main atmosphere of Hogwarts Castle is still relatively friendly.

For a little lion like Gryffindor, the biggest source of school violence he may encounter on a daily basis is probably from the little snakes in Slytherin.

However, under the regulation and control of Headmaster Dumbledore, the conflicts between the young wizards of Hogwarts could only be regarded as a series of “pranks” played on each other in Bourne's view.

However, Durmstrang is different.

This magic school, in addition to its tradition of never admitting young wizards from Muggle families, also encourages students to study and use dark magic.

Bourne heard from Horace that there was even a special venue in Durmstrang's ship-shaped hall for young wizards to resolve disputes through duels. It was said that: might brings justice, and magic brings justice.

He thought it was actually quite interesting.

There was no other way. Having been an Astartes warrior for more than three hundred years, no matter how low-key he was, his passion for fighting was still ingrained in him. Although Bourne in this life was only thirteen years old, he was still a little afraid that the school was not violent enough.

Just as he was imagining his study life at Durmstrang, the portboard of the magic ship also approached the shore.

It must be because of magic that the ship did not run aground beside the Thames.

At this time, a wizard wearing a dark green wizard robe, with high cheekbones and a hooked nose pushed open the cabin door and strode to the side of the ship.

"I am Alfonso Ripa, a professor at Durmstrangthor College, and the man on the shore is Professor Horace Slughorn, and the Potions Tournament competitor from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Burne Slughorn?"

Bourne's first impression, or rather his intuition, of Professor Ripa told him that this man seemed to be a Gryffindor with a Slytherin's face.

Because although this man was wearing dark green clothes and was as thin as a monkey, he did not hold the magic wand that wizards usually hold in their hands. Instead, he hung a swift sword on his belt.

Some subsequent events soon proved that Bourne's intuition was accurate.

After verifying the identity of the passengers, Bourne carried his suitcase, stepped onto a wooden board extending from the side of the ship, and walked into the waterproof cabin.

"Little wizard," Alfonso Ripa took a look at Bourne's suitcase and estimated that it was not long enough to accommodate a long sword.

So, he reminded: "When you arrive at Durmstrang, you'd better spend money to make a long sword, axe or war hammer.

Because even though you have to participate in the Potions Championship, you also have to attend classes at Durmstrang, otherwise you will fall behind in your studies when you return to Hogwarts.

In our Armstrong, many magic classes involve casting spells with the aid of weapons.

Normal——"

Alfonso Lipa's words came to an abrupt halt after he had only spoken halfway, unable to utter another word.

"Professor Ripa, do you think this weapon of mine meets the standards?"

The wand that Bourne was holding instantly turned into a psychic scepter in his hand.

The hexagonal scepter was held firmly in Bourne's hand, and the imperial eagle on the top of the scepter made the scepter look like a uniquely shaped war hammer.

Not to mention, there are electric snakes lingering on the shape of the Imperial Sky Eagle, crackling as if playing a powerful piece of music.

"hiss--"

Like everyone who has seen Bourne's psychic scepter, Professor Alfonso Ripa also took a deep breath.

"Okay, very good, keep it up."

He uttered three words with difficulty.

He was secretly surprised. Wasn't it rumored in the wizarding world that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been corrupted by the evil spirit of "happy education" from Muggles?

But when he looked at the little wizard named Bourne, his posture of holding the war hammer could be described as skillful. He grasped the center of gravity that was most suitable for holding a weapon like a war hammer with just one grab, which showed that he had practiced a lot.

Comparing the weak performance of a student he had taught, who transferred from Hogwarts to Durmstrang, Alfonso Ripa couldn't help but curse himself for being stupid.

"I'm stupid, really."

"That's what I was saying. How could a thousand-year-old magic school be so easily corrupted by the evil tendencies of Muggles?"

"That little wizard named Zabini must have been unable to keep up with the team in terms of academic performance, so he was eliminated from the team and then transferred to Durmstrang."

"It's all because of that bastard Headmaster Karkaroff. Maybe he accepted money from someone else, so he arranged for a jerk to enter Durmstrang. Damn, I'll write a letter to the school board when I get back..."

In just a few seconds, the dean of Sol Academy at Durmstrang imagined a fraudulent admissions case involving a trade of power for money.

And precisely because of this, when the professor looked at Bourne, the undisguised contempt in his eyes disappeared.

"Mr. Slughorn," he said solemnly, pulling a small booklet from the pocket of his wizard robes.

This is a copy of the Durmstrang Saga that only new students at Durmstrang will receive upon enrollment.

"Drmstrang Saga" is a magic book. There was only one copy originally, and it was carefully kept by the principals of Durmstrang School of Magic.

"You can read this book while traveling on the ship. The narrative above will be very helpful to your life and study in Durmstrang."

Alfonso Ripa said seriously.