Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"Dear Grandpa Horace,

I have arrived at Durmstrang safely, but some unexpected situations occurred on the 'Malden'. We were attacked by a group of Dementors in the North Sea.

Thanks to Professor Alfonso Ripa on board who responded calmly, and the few spells I learned at Hogwarts, and most importantly, the liquefied Patronus potion you prepared for me...

(Hundreds of words omitted here, all of which are praises for the old man)

The potion is very useful. When it is sprinkled on the Dementors, their gastrocnemius, sphincter and sensitive muscles can be instantly turned into muscle weakness.

Moreover, this potion can also eliminate the stench of Dementors, which emanates from their evil souls.

If our 'Slug's Potion Shop' in Diagon Alley also sells this kind of potion, I can make some 'samples' for display and send them back. It's just a matter of your saying a word.

In addition, my gift of prophecy seemed to work again. I foresaw that the Dementors appeared in the North Sea because there was a problem in Azkaban again.

A prisoner escaped from Azkaban. It was Peter Pettigrew, the man who had escaped from prison before, and he did so with the help of Thomas Fang.

After writing to you, I will write to Headmaster Dumbledore, Neville, the Weasley twins, and Harry and Ron later.

After all, you taught me that we Slughorns have always been honest and reliable wizards.

So, here’s a greeting…

Finally, I have to add that Grandpa Horace, you should not eat too much candied pineapple. Momo has told me that although you are a great magician, you also have to take care of your health.

Again, yours faithfully, Bern Slughorn."

After writing, Bourne put the letter into an envelope, dripped hot wax with a copper spoon, and covered it with sealing wax with Slughorn's emblem.

After doing all this, he didn't have to write other letters, because the letters sent to Headmaster Dumbledore and Harry and others were actually written by Bourne first.

After all, Grandpa Horace will not be in Hogwarts, which is located in the eye of the storm, for a long time in the future. The letter to Grandpa Horace is just to report safety and to reassure the old man. By the way, it is the role of the younger generation to bring emotional value to the elders.

Harry and the others are likely to encounter some dangers - the original world line has been disrupted, and Bourne is not 100% sure whether Peter Pettigrew will dive into the Albanian forest again this year, and that Fang Thomas has some relationship with Tzeentch.

"Grandpa Horace won't mind." After sorting out the letters, Bourne ran to the "Postman's Shed" of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I don't know if it's just like this in Durmstrang or if it's the same for all wizards in this area, but the ones who provide delivery service to young wizards are not owls, but big ravens.

"Moringen, Jackdaw, Aquila..."

Bourne looked at the labels, picked out a few familiar names, gave them some nuts and dried fruits, and asked them to deliver a few letters to Britain.

The summer of 1993 was not a bad year for Europe, but it was not a very good year either: the big country in the east, which had almost no strategic determination, was making trouble; the countries in the Middle East were coming to Oslo in Northern Europe to sign an agreement that was better than nothing; after the fall of the Berlin Wall, the influence of the Stasi's "We are everywhere" gradually disappeared...

This dull and crisis-ridden situation in Muggle society has also affected the wizarding world. Economic growth cannot cover up the trend of the entire world gradually developing into a makeshift team. This "degenerate" atmosphere has also penetrated into the gloomy Durmstrang.

Although it was a dull late night, the cold water in the fjord in front of the school gate seemed unable to take away the dullness. Durmstrang's paramilitary management stipulated that all students must turn off the lights and go to bed after nine o'clock in the evening, and violators would be severely punished.

However, rules are made to be broken, and there are always people who like to challenge the rules.

Whether it is Hogwarts or Durmstrang, night walks have always been something that only a few people can do.

Durmstrang Castle Durmstrang also has a castle like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it is not as big as Hogwarts Castle, with only four floors. Moreover, because there is no ever-burning Gubler fairy fire like Hogwarts, Durmstrang will only become brightly lit when magic is performed or a large number of candles are lit.

At the westernmost end of the fourth floor of the castle is the most famous Hall of Honor of this historic school, which also has another more famous name, Valhalla.

At the moment, the room was very dim. The dazzling array of gold trophies and rows of medals were silent in the display cabinets. The heroes of Durmstrang recorded in them seemed to be immersed in a deep nightmare at the moment.

Ezio, codenamed "Playboy", was resting in a corner of the trophy room. The clock had just struck twelve, and he had almost finished his bottle of spiced wine. There were sausage skins scattered on the ground next to him. He had been here for a long time, eating and drinking.

Even if a ghost broke in at this time, it would probably be difficult to find him who was almost blended into the darkness.

The "Playboy" seemed to be sleeping soundly, with his curly black hair lying down. On his knees was a crumpled parchment with scribbled pictures and dense arrows on it, and some single-line lines, as if trying to draw some kind of map.

"AZ——"

Following a brief call of his name, Ezio immediately opened his eyes, but accidentally dropped the bottle of spiced wine in his hand to the ground.

"Loki's stinky socks!"

The "playboy" cursed in his heart while quickly raising his leg, trying to use his toes to pad the bottle so that it would not fall to the ground and make too loud a noise.

It's just that he raised his leg with too much force, and the bottle was blocked, but he also kicked the bottle away, sending it flying far away.

Fortunately, someone reached out at the door of the trophy display room and caught the bottle steadily.

"Well done, Krum."

When Ezio saw the person walking out of the shadows, he immediately cried out in surprise.

Viktor Krum quickly raised a finger and pressed it to his lips, signaling Ezio not to speak.

"Why did you come just now? I almost fell asleep waiting for you," Ezio couldn't help but complain when Krum came over and they hugged each other gently.

Krum shrugged and explained, "It can't be helped. The young wizards just started school today. As the prefect, I have to take them to familiarize themselves with the environment of Sol Academy and select a first-year shadow prefect for them before I can come to see you."