Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

The sea breeze was howling, the waves were surging, and a three-masted sailing ship was sailing on the vast waters of the North Sea. The sun was shining on the sea, and the waves were sparkling, as if countless diamonds were shining.

The ship's sails were fully spread and the hull was like an agile dolphin, speeding across the water.

Seagulls fly around the ship, as if leading the way, or as if cheering, and they seem to recall the good days.

Thirty minutes passed quickly, and the opening knockout round of the Potions Championship was about to begin.

Standing on the deck of the "Queen of Glory", Principal Vokkanova took out an antique pocket watch and checked to confirm that the time had indeed come.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, her hornbeam wand turned into a forked whip.

"Snapped!"

She swung the whip, just like she had done countless times in the past when whipping the crew on the ship, and a loud "crack" sound came out.

"Everyone, get ready..." A sharp roar came out of her mouth. "...Little guys, the game is about to begin!"

Hearing this voice, Headmaster Dumbledore, who was attending the opening ceremony, frowned immediately and wondered in his heart, "Is this woman crazy?"

You know, this old headmaster is fluent in many languages, including human languages ​​and those of magical intelligent creatures, and mermaid language is one of them.

Although Nelida Vulkanova had just announced the start of the competition in human language, her shrill tone - if Dumbledore heard correctly - was probably a variant of Merman language.

The general meaning is: hunting!

However, apart from Dumbledore, no other guests attending the opening ceremony on the deck seemed to notice this abnormality.

Although they did have some reservations about Volkanova's decision at the beginning, they were still looking with interest at the participating wizards who were about to present their works.

The first person to complete the brewing of the potion was Libasho Pollach, a young man from the Castrobishe School of Magic.

On Bourne's side, although he made a pot of hot "Chocolate Catachan Barking Toad" very quickly, his second pot of "Spiritual Perception Potion" would take some time to prepare.

On the other hand, perhaps because of the characteristics of his studies or perhaps because of his family background, the potions made by Libasho Pollachi Jr. used a lot of herbs and mushrooms, which made them relatively easier to handle.

Even the white crucible he used to brew the potion, if you look closely, you will find that its material is not pewter or silver, but a giant puffball fungus that is very common in South America.

He hollowed out the puffball, rubbed some "sarcoma powder" inside and out, and then used it as a crucible.

(Wartcap powder is a powdered potion material that will quickly form a hard crust on the skin of the person who comes into contact with it. Therefore, it can be used to make potions such as fireproof potions. Wartcap powder is contained in a biting silver snuff box at 12 Grimmauld Place, the old house of the Black family.)

After brewing the potion, little Libasho Pollachi didn't even need to let it cool down. He cast a "freezing spell" on the crucible and the potion inside.

Then, the young wizard cast a "shrinking spell" on the crucible. Then, he picked up the puffball crucible and put the entire crucible and the potion inside into his mouth as if he was eating a roasted mushroom.

Then, he felt a terrible "self-melting" feeling, as if his skin was bubbling like hot wax, which made him crawl on the springboard, gasping for breath...

His head began to grow, and a fin-like ridge began to appear on his back. His shoulders began to swell, and his robes burst as his chest expanded, like a bucket that has broken its iron hoops after being filled with too much water.

In the end, the little wizard turned into a monster with a dolphin head. His skin became the color and texture of aquatic mammals. His two legs in the lower body did not completely turn into a tail, but webbed membranes grew between his toes and fingers.

Because of his bent back and the heavy weight of his upper body, Gregorovitch could only lie on the long wooden board and wait to enter the water.