Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Under the gloomy night, Durmstrang's magic ship drifted alone on the waves of the North Sea.

Professor Alfonso Ripa came out of the cabin with a frown on his face and a puzzled expression.

It is impossible for the "Morden" to make an emergency stop for no reason. Since Antonov, who was operating the steering wheel, swore that he was not driving under the influence of alcohol, he really needed to investigate what had just happened.

"Lumos!"

Alfonso Lipa clenched his wand in one hand to summon a little light, and with the other hand he drew the swift sword at his waist.

Then he walked quickly onto the deck, his leather boots clacking on the wooden boards that needed a deep clean.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Professor Ripa felt an unusual chill.

He looked up and saw a dark shadow slowly rising from the side of the ship.

Its shape loomed in the night, with no face, only a black cloak fluttering in the wind.

Dementors!

Professor Ripa felt a sudden surge of fear in his heart, and he immediately became extremely alert.

Even from a legal perspective, these dark magic creatures are actually official employees of the British Ministry of Magic, but after all, no one stipulates that just because they are on the payroll they must be kind, right?

"Stand back! I warn you to stay back. If you dare to step on the land of Durmstrang, I have the right to kill you..."

He realized the problem in his words: the wizarding world seemed to have no spell specifically designed to kill Dementors, and it was difficult to kill a Dementor with a specific spell.

Professor Alfonso Ripa stopped talking because he felt himself getting colder and colder, as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

Alfonso Ripa suddenly realized that something was wrong with the situation he was in. He quickly glanced around and saw a group of dark figures circling around the ship. They had no faces, only hollow cloaks fluttering in the wind.

So many Dementors appeared at the same time, but there was no Auror around to restrain them. The most reasonable explanation for this situation was that the Dementors rioted.

"Thor's Meowth Hammer!" (This can be understood as the Durmstrang version of "Merlin's beard".)

He cursed sharply.

Next, Alfonso Ripa began to force himself to think about happy things.

He kept telling himself: "Hurry up, sing! Laugh! Think of anything happy!"

He fantasized about himself winning the wizard duel tournament by overcoming all obstacles.

He fantasized about going back to ancient times and fighting a sword-to-sword and wand-to-wand duel with the legendary wizard Gryffindor like a knight - more importantly, not only did he defeat Gryffindor cleanly, but he also won the favor of the beautiful and intelligent Ms. Ravenclaw.

He fantasized about how in a few days, he would successfully report that bastard Karkaroff to the board of directors and become the next headmaster of Durmstrang.

He began to fantasize about all kinds of beautiful things...

Finally, when he felt that his "happiness" had accumulated to a certain level, Alfonso Ripa raised the poplar wood wand in his hand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Silver rays of light emanated from the tip of his wand, dispelling the haze that shrouded him.

Immediately afterwards, a silver fire fox jumped out of his wand, crouched low, and wagged its tail, threatening the approaching Dementors.

Whenever the Dementors attempted to come into contact with his fire fox patronus, the monsters would quickly move their long arms covered with "death scars" away, as if they were burned, while uttering an inhuman scream.

Alfonso Lipa not only fought with magic, he also wielded his swift sword and coordinated with his patronus to prevent the Dementors from getting behind him and attacking him.

As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Durmstrang, Alfonso Ripa does not know how to destroy Dementors, but he knows very well how to deal with these dark magic creatures.

So far, it is just as the book says: with the help of "Expecto Warding", it is difficult for Dementors to hurt him at all.

"Just hold on a little longer," Alfonso Ripa thought. "These monsters are cunning and insidious. If they can't get what they want in a short period of time, they will usually quickly retreat and look for their next 'meal'."

He was right to think so.

However, after all, apart from British wizards, people in other countries only know about Dementors from books, so Alfonso Ripa overlooked a very serious problem.

It is true that Dementors are insidious and cunning, and it is also true that they will weigh the costs of "hunting".

However, if they are emotionally agitated and their "prey" is very valuable, Dementors will become relatively tougher.

And Alfonso Ripa was not the only one on the "Maldon".

This magic ship also carried many little wizards from the coastal areas of Northern Europe and Western Europe, and children are one of the Dementors' favorite "foods"!

Alfonso Ripa is now like the tin layer outside a can of meat. As long as you work hard to peel it off, you can eat the meat inside.

Do you think the Dementors would try to turn their bicycles into motorcycles?

These dark magic creatures know very well that the wizard's patronus can only make them feel painful, but cannot really kill them...

What's more, they are said to be insidious and cunning. With "warriors" in the front, won't these Dementors go and cut down the "crispy" ones in the back row?

In fact, just as Professor Ripa was on the deck, holding a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, fighting in the traditional wizard style, several Dementors had already dived under the water and launched a sneak attack on the "Malden".

Because this magic ship uses a "troll power engine", it needs to consume several bulls to travel a hundred nautical miles, so there is a large "sewerage pool" on the lower deck. The cleaned cow bones and the excrement of the troll rowers will be thrown into the sea through this place.

Just as a Durmstrang student who was working to earn money for his studies was carrying a bucket of waste such as broken bones and dumping it into the sewage pool while complaining that it was "clean and hygienic", a hooded head suddenly emerged from the sewage pool.

"Odin's plush eye mask!"

The student was startled, and then he felt extremely frightened, as if his whole body was frozen. The cow bone fragments and the wooden barrel that were to be discarded fell to the ground with a "thump".

One, two, three... a total of seven Dementors emerged from the sewage pool one after another. Their arrival alone seemed to make the dark and damp lower deck even colder.

However, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, because this young wizard from Durmstrang who worked and studied part-time had been rowing with those giant monsters for a long time, although his body was being invaded by the "breath" emitted by the Dementors, he was not forcibly "kissed" by the Dementors.

This kind of dark magic creature has no interest in eating creatures with lower intelligence and simpler interests, such as trolls and ordinary animals, because they cannot absorb the same "happy" emotions as humans from the brains of those creatures.

Compared to the "engine crew members" who had become a little depressed because of staying with the stupid troll for too long, they were more interested in the little wizards on this deck who had not yet entered school.

Just like when you go to a buffet, who would want to eat potato chips when you can already eat lobster and abalone?

They floated to the ceiling of the lower deck. Although the Dementors looked weak, they were actually very strong creatures of dark magic. After groping for the corners of the metal grilles, the seven Dementors worked together to quickly push a piece of the metal grille aside.

Having a big meal to eat, the Dementors felt very "happy" - although they didn't understand what happy meant at all - and then they wanted to go and get their food by the buffet.

Afterwards, these Dementors could no longer be "happy", because just as they appeared, some of the little wizards in the cabin screamed involuntarily, and the thick "Liquid Patronus Potion" was poured all over their heads.

Bourne is in this cabin.

Because he had to go to Durmstrang for a while, his grandfather Horace brought him several bottles of "Liquified Patronus Potion".

After all, this potion can restrain most dark magic and the vast majority of dark magic creatures.

Going to Durmstrang, a magic school famous for teaching students the dark arts, Bourne's grandfather Horace also thinks that the more of this potion, the better.

"Come to think of it, I'll use this potion right after school starts," Bourne thought to himself. At the same time, he remembered that there seemed to be several pairs of long johns in the suitcase. They were the warm underwear that Horace prepared for him because he thought the weather in Northern Europe was too cold.

When he brought these things, Bourne thought that after all, he had stayed on the planet Fenris for a long time, so resistance to cold had become his talent.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that those long johns will also come in handy in Durmstrang.

Thinking about this did not delay Bourne's actions, because fighting had become an instinct for him. The movements of the Dementors seemed a little slow in his eyes, and he turned his wand into a psychic scepter. Just like playing whack-a-mole, Bourne's weapons hit the heads of these Soul Eaters one by one.

Boom, boom, boom...

After seven hits, the Dementors that were still floating in the air had disappeared, and they all fell to the ground.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Immediately, a ball of golden light burst out from Bourne's wand (psychic scepter). When it gradually dissipated, only a pile of smoking hooded cloaks remained in the cabin, and the Dementor's body had completely disappeared.