Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"I've decided," Nelida Vukanova announced in public, "I'm going to take all of you and arrange a great venue for the competition."

The witch said this with a very confident expression, and at the same time winked at Bourne, the little wizard from England.

"Principal Vokhanova, you can't do this." Karkaroff was so anxious that he objected without caring about his face, "You may not be very familiar with the school's financial situation.

Those old men and women on the school board have been very strict in approving school funds in recent years.

I specially sought the opportunity to host the Potions Championship. The reason is that this competition can not only enhance Durmstrang's international influence, but it also saves money!

If you want to build a venue specifically for the competition, we have to hire dwarf craftsmen, which will not only be too late, but the budget will definitely be overspent..."

In short, Karkaroff meant one thing: Durmstrang is short of money, and you are not allowed to spend money indiscriminately.

However, Nelida Vokhanova seemed to have planned this in advance, and she smiled and patted Karkarov on the shoulder.

"Igor, I think that's your name, but it doesn't matter," she said with a smile, "Who says you can only build a competition venue if you spend extra money? The Durmstrang School of Magic that I left behind is actually much bigger than you think."

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Early the next morning, the Durmstrang campus was awakened by a series of rapid and heavy bells.

Including the young wizards participating in the Potions Championship, as well as the young wizards from Thor Academy and Loki Academy, all were asked to gather outside the castle.

They were brought to the fjord by Karkaroff, who had not slept all night and had red eyes, and the professors.

In the quiet morning mist, a witch in strange clothes stood by the harbor.

This person was Nelida Vokanova. At this moment, she was standing with her hands behind her back, gazing up at the magic ship docked at the berth, which was specially used by Durmstrang to pick up young wizards, in a trance.

"Principal Vokhanova—"

Karkaroff walked up to the witch and made one last attempt to persuade her to change her mind.

However, she did not interrupt Karkaroff with any actual action. Instead, she waved her wand gently like a conductor of an orchestra.

In an instant, wind and clouds surged outside the magic castle of Durmstrang, breaking the mist covering the fjord.

The water in the fjord seemed to have encountered a gale of more than level 8, and the surging waves were like thousands of white horses, rushing towards the port.

The magic ship "Morden" that was anchored at the berth was swayed by the waves, and the hull kept hitting the pier, making a loud "bang bang" sound. It was hard not to wonder if the ship would be smashed in the next second.

At this moment, Karkaroff felt as if his heart was bleeding. That precious magic ship was the face and foundation of Durmstrang. Just because the deck was scratched by Bourne and the paint was removed, he was already jumping up and down and looking for compensation. And at this moment, if he didn't do something, the ship seemed to be about to die.

So, just like the high-level magical creature named "Tudigong" in the legend of a certain big country in the East, he ran to Vokanova at the speed of Apparition, hugged the latter's arm and said: "Principal Vokanova, please stop your spell! Otherwise, our 'Morden' will... um..."

Just when he was getting anxious to the point of his face turning pale, he heard a series of exclamations from the little wizard, so he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the fjord, and saw something that made him feel unbelievable.

In the morning light, a majestic three-masted magic ship was slowly rising from the surface of the fjord, with the emblem of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry clearly emblazoned on its sails.

In other words, it is a magical warship belonging to Durmstrang.

The hull of this ship is made of solid oak, which has been treated with ancient magic and is as indestructible as steel. Because the hull is covered with water droplets, it also reveals a metallic color.

The bow is carved with a fire dragon flying high in the wind, with gems inlaid in its eyes, which can guide the ship even in the darkest night.

Three tall masts were hung with sails, fluttering in the wind like the battle flags of the Durmstrang warriors, challenging the sky.

When the sails are full of magic, they can propel the ship forward at unimaginable speeds, even against the wind.

A row of crystal clear magic crystals are inlaid on both sides of the ship. They seem to be some kind of alchemical creations that are transformed into powerful magical energy.

In battle, they can release dazzling light to confuse enemies with spells, or form magical barriers to protect ships and their crews.

What is more special is that there is a pair of huge magic turrets on the bow. They are forged from the purest magic metal and can fire various spells and magic bullets to cause fatal blows to the enemy.

However, there are no gunners to operate them now. Those gunners who once operated them have now become ghosts and skeletons living in Durmstrang Castle.

"Sometimes, to make everything go smoothly, you just need a bigger ship," Nelida Vulkanova turned her head and said to Karkaroff.

At the same time, the three-masted warship, which could only be docked in the middle of the fjord due to its deep draft and could not dock at the shore, automatically extended many ropes and lowered a number of small sampans.

Just like the small boats that pick up and drop off young wizards on the Black Lake of Hogwarts, these small dinghies sail towards the harbor shore without any human control.

"Everyone—"

Nelida Vokhanova placed her wand against her slender, white neck and cast a "loud voice spell" to make her voice sound like a loud speaker.

"——Get on board the boat immediately. Durmstrang's 'Glorious Queen' is about to set sail!"

After saying this, she no longer paid attention to the students and teachers who were looking at each other in bewilderment, and walked onto the pier on her own, ready to board a small sampan.

What she didn't expect was that the little wizard who clearly knew that he would be targeted - that is, Bourne - was the most enthusiastic about boarding the "Queen of Glory".

Without a moment's hesitation, Bourne was faster than any other contestant in the Potions Championship. He ran over and jumped from the pier directly onto a small boat.

The reason was simple: the name of this ship sounded very loyal, so much so that Bourne was now very curious about what it would be like to board this magical version of the "Queen of Glory"?