Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"Hey, you little brats, keep your voices down!"

Just as the little wizards were chattering about whose magic portrait was the largest, most expensive, and most unique, a curse suddenly came from the portrait. Moreover, with this voice, all the characters in the portrait of the Blind Pig Tavern seemed to have pressed the mute button at the same time, and they all turned to look at the group of little wizards in tacit agreement.

A shriveled little guy took a square step, separated the crowd in the portrait with his hands, and walked up to the little wizards.

He had a cigar in his mouth, shuffling his feet, his jacket was open, there were tar stains on his sleeves, he was wearing a lead-gray vertical-striped shirt, cheese overalls, and the leather of his boots had been worn away.

This guy had a broad, dark face, a hooked nose, a cigar in his mouth, and a row of crooked yellow teeth. Although his wrinkled hands were half-curled, the ten fingers that were forcibly bent toward the back of his hands were hard to ignore.

This is a goblin.

However, this guy is very different from his kind that the little wizards have seen and heard about before. He is not a well-dressed goblin like Gringotts, but more like some kind of villain who wanders in gray or even black areas.

"My name is Narlak." The goblin in the portrait came closer. He used his curled fingers to hold up his hair, which was rounded to almost nothing, and showed a smile that he thought was very kind to the little wizards. "This is The owner of the Blind Pig Tavern.”

These two sentences are pretty normal.

But then the goblin suddenly bit off the cigar with his teeth and spat out a ball of sticky cigar stem with a "poof" sound, revealing a ferocious and ferocious face.

"You hateful little brats! Haven't the adults at home taught you not to disturb others casually?

Just because you guys were noisy and noisy, I guessed three faro cards wrong in a row and lost twenty fucking galleons in a row!

According to the rules, you must pay double compensation for my losses. Otherwise, hey hey hey. "

The ugly goblin smiled ferociously, and all the monsters and ghosts in the portrait also started to make noises and echoed the tavern owner.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the fairy Narlak does look a bit bluffing, and his phrase "Hey hey hey" also feels like a big boss.

At the very least, some of the little wizards were really frightened by him. A little red-haired girl named Hannah Abbott with two pigtails even burst into tears.

"Why cry!"

The goblin in the portrait roared angrily again, and like a magic trick, a deck of playing cards appeared out of thin air in his twisted palm.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. As long as you little devils guess the faro cards correctly, I will let you go.

Of course, if you don't guess correctly, I will sell you to Knockturn Alley. There are many dark wizards there who like little wizards, and they like to use the hearts of little wizards to drink wine, which is a famous dish in Knockturn Alley——"

These little wizards were all frightened by Narlak's words, and even Draco Malfoy, who was a stinker just now, looked like a frightened quail at this time. He was trembling and shouting: "I want to tell my father! Also, my family is rich!"

These little wizards from pure-blood families were still too young, and they lost their minds when they were intimidated by the evil goblins in the portraits.

Even those who had participated in one summer camp were caught off guard by this unexpected situation. The most they could do was clamor for Dr. Watson and Mr. Sherlock to deliver justice.

Only Bourne was the calmest, and even a little bit excited, because he felt that things were starting to become interesting.

He walked up to the portrait, tilted his head with his hands behind his back, and asked in a teasing tone: "Does your melon stay ripe?"

Narlak: "..."

"You brat, what are you talking about?" the goblin said evilly, "I'm warning you, don't play tricks! Either guess what cards I have in my hand, or get out of my way and don't block it. Work with me!"

"Working?"

Bourne seemed to have caught something.

……

"Watson, what do you think?"

After talking to Watson about the overall idea of ​​his little game, Sherlock asked his assistant somewhat sarcastically. He, who was always known for his calmness, showed a rare hint of uneasiness.

"What do I think?" Watson repeated. He didn't answer, but just turned his head and drifted away.

"You bastard! I have to look at Gringotts' deposit certificate to see how much of our deposit is left, and then I have to choose between running away overnight or losing all my money!"

Seeing this, Sherlock quickly urged his "mount" to catch up with his old friend. In order to maintain the ability to move like a living person, he specially asked a house elf to erect his portrait on the back of a fire crab.

Although it is called a fire crab, this magical animal actually looks more like a tortoise, but it has eight legs. Because of the protrusions on their carapace that resemble gem clusters, and because some shameless wizards like to use their carapace as a crucible, fire crabs were over-hunted in the 18th and 19th centuries and were once on the verge of extinction.

In order to protect them, the International Federation of Wizards has passed a resolution stipulating that in addition to fire crabs that breed in their native habitat, only people with an "adoption license" can raise this magical animal in other places.

This summer camp for children of pure-blood families has many high-quality sponsors like Lucius Malfoy, so Sherlock can legally own a fire crab as a teaching tool - its function is to carry Sherlock's magic. Portraits move around.

The Fire Crab's movement speed was not slow, and Sherlock, who was riding it, quickly caught up with his old friend.

"Watson, listen to me," he began to stalk again. "My attempt is definitely meaningful! This may be an epoch-making education reform!

Before entering the magic school, the little wizards must show their talents, which is the magic awakening process of the so-called magic riot.

There are roughly two types of magic riots - either when the little wizard is under some pressure or full of some hope, the body of the little wizard unconsciously performs magic.

However, in the long history of the wizarding world, these two magical riots by young wizards basically happened by various chances and coincidences. Even these children from pure-blood noble families still lack systematic guidance in awakening their magic power.

That's why I designed this game.

I wanted to use external pressure and a little bit of play to try and find a way to make it easier and smoother for little wizards to begin their magical awakening process. "

Of course, there is another thing that Shylock didn't say: the process of doing experiments and exploring the truth will indeed make him very happy.

Note: "When a child first shows magical talent, a quill called the Pen of Acceptance will fly out of the inkwell in an attempt to enter the child's name into the Book of Admission."