Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

More outrageous things are yet to come.

After all, unlike those Raven Guards who specialize in sneaking, Narlak would inevitably have some minor accidents during the process of recovering the safe, no matter how careful he was.

On several occasions, he even ran into Muggle night patrol officers head-on. However, when he was about to be caught, he could always use the stilts made of spring steel to jump over the wall and throw away the pursuers. This is how the nickname "Spring Heeled Jack" came about.

What is staggering is that as the name "Spring Heeled Jack" spread more and more, his safe business not only was not affected, but became more and more prosperous.

Until he met a wizard who was known as a consulting detective, but actually used magical means to solve cases.

Sherlock Holmes, a wizard.

Narrak, a goblin.

In the 19th century, when the "goblin rebellion" was a thing of the past, when goblins faced off against wizards, the result was an undoubted defeat.

Sherlock and Dr. Watson, as well as a group of aggressive Scotland Yard police officers, not only successfully cracked the legend about "Spring Heeled Jack", but also caught Narlac on the spot while "recovering" the safe.

Originally, wizards usually had only one way to deal with a goblin who had committed a crime: to punish him as he wished.

But helplessly, Narlak, the goblin, not only had the blessing of money power, but also gave two self-defenses that made the wizards feel helpless.

"The Muggles only know him as Spring-Heeled Jack. What does what he did have to do with me, Narlach?"

"I have not violated the Statute of Secrecy, and the act of recycling the safe is in line with the goblin customs recognized by the Ministry of Magic."

Generally speaking, when it comes to legal interpretation issues, the British Ministry of Magic's approach is to convene a "meeting of wise men" through the Wizengamot, allowing all participating wizards to discuss and vote to give a conclusive result.

However, "saving face" is a common spiritual trait among British people, whether they are Muggles or wizards.

If word got out that a meeting of wise men was convened just because of a little goblin thief, the British Ministry of Magic would really turn into a naked-butt grinder—going around in circles to embarrass people.

In addition, Narlak's behavior of throwing away money made some powerful people sympathize with his "unfair" treatment, so the Ministry of Magic could not simply choose a simple and crude solution of "getting rid of the troublemaker" problem way.

Faced with this dilemma, the then-minister of Magic, Phares "Nozzle" Spavin, who was known as the "most verbose" Minister of Magic, made a rare move to cut through the mess quickly. He directly sentenced Narlak to exile, telling him to go to the American continent, which was still a remote country in the eyes of many Europeans at that time, so as to save him from staying in England and continuing to disgust people.

At the same time, in order to calm the impact of this incident on Muggle society, Faris also asked Sherlock, who had captured Narlac, to find a way (together with Dr. Watson) to come up with a "fooling literature" published in Muggle society. newspaper, bringing the whole matter to an end.

"It is indeed a great tradition, the old appeaser." After listening to the history of Narrakhe told by Sherlock, Bourne thought of such a sentence for no reason.

In addition, after seeing Teacher Sherlock finish telling the story, Bourne quickly asked: "What happened next?"

"What happened later..." Sherlock was about to continue talking when Dr. Watson, who had been serving as A Piao's background, suddenly coughed lightly.

"It's time to eat. You little wizards are all in the period of growing up, so you must not miss out on nutrition." After Dr. Watson said that, the house elf who had returned from delivering letters to the Owl Post Office appeared in the hall.

"Mr. Sherlock and Dr. Watson, food has been prepared for the little wizards in the dining room." The house elf bowed and reported to his two masters.

……

The restaurant at Hermitage Manor.

Although the magical portraits and ghosts do not need to eat, because they receive some young wizards who come to summer camp every year, the restaurant here is not only very large, but also neatly organized by the house elves.

In addition to the one house elf who serves Sherlock and Watson, there are several little wizards like Bourne who bring house elves to summer camp with them.

A few house elves come together and can easily use their unique elf magic to prepare three meals a day for more than twenty little wizards.

There is a long table in the restaurant with a circle of chairs around the table. The little wizards are all filled with their favorite food.

Draco Malfoy dug into the Yorkshire pudding fillings with a spoon while pushing the cold beef and broccoli that should have gone with the pudding to the side of the plate.

Then, he raised his head again and said to Bourne: "Don't worry, my dad——"

This child has a talent for being able to compose a 200-word essay starting with "my dad" at any time.

While listening to his short composition, Bourne ate the fried dragon meatballs wrapped in flour and cheese. This was a special nutritious meal made for him by Momo alone.

Just after Draco took a small bite, he lost interest in this dish that was a bit difficult to chew. Although Crabbe and Goyle had no taboos about what they ate, each of these dragon meatballs was about the size of an adult's fist. After eating a few each, they couldn't eat anymore.

Only Bourne ate with gusto and seemed to be able to keep eating as long as lunch time was not over.

In the view of his Grandpa Horace, this was a special talent that Bourne had mastered after mastering the Astartes Magus. However, for Bourne, this was actually his normal state in his previous life.

For a Space Marine in the Dark Ages, eating decent food was not an easy task.

Lunch took a full hour, and several house elves brought food to the table one after another. Only Bourne managed to win the entire game, while the other little wizards all patted their bellies and retreated early.

……

Sherlock's living room.

With a house elf helping to control the chess pieces, Dr. Watson and Sherlock in the portrait are fighting inextricably on a wizarding chess board.

Seeing that his Black Queen was about to be killed by the White Knight on the opposite side, Sherlock once again used his trump card.

"Watson, what do you think?"

"I……"

Dr. Watson had just figured out the strategy to win the chess game within five moves, but was suddenly interrupted by this, and his thoughts were confused.

"...You're such a cunning old dog."

Seeing Sherlock castling his king's rook to complete the counterattack, Dr. Watson cursed angrily, and then asked the house elf to put away the chessboard.

After the chess game ended, Dr. Watson and Sherlock started talking again. Two people who continue their "life" in two different ways, the most indispensable thing is time. They have to fight against the enemy called "boredom" in this way every day.

However, Dr. Watson seemed a little worried when chatting today. If he didn't have full trust in Sherlock's abilities, Watson would actually be unwilling to assist him in experimenting with the little wizard.

Although Sherlock emphasized that this was an educational experiment on awakening magic, who among them still didn’t know the other?

"The little wizards in the restaurant have almost finished eating." Watson said, "Are you sure all those things have been arranged?"

Unlike the previous portrait in "The Blind Pig Tavern", when he stayed in the portrait of his living room, Sherlock always wore silk pajamas and slippers. He was still holding a glass of brandy in his hand and took a sip before nodding to his old friend.

"Of course, I added a separate letter to the report cards sent to the Owl Post Office this morning."

The tortoise-like fire crab carried Sherlock's portrait and swayed back and forth in the living room, like a living person pacing.

Sherlock said rather proudly: "I have already reported it to the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. If nothing else happens, the Auror Office will probably have sent someone here by now."

"Owl? You use an owl to deliver letters to the Ministry of Magic?" Watson's eyes suddenly widened.

"what happened?"

Dr. Watson covered his head: "After you become the person in the painting, you will always forget some things that happened after death.

A few years ago, the "Daily Prophet" published news that in order not to attract the attention of surrounding Muggles, the Ministry of Magic not only changed the contact information between various departments to magic paper airplanes, but also suspended the Owl Post Office's direct delivery to various departments of the Ministry of Magic. A business! "

This time it was Sherlock's turn to stare.

Sure enough, "no accidents" can't be said nonsense. Because, if nothing else, accidents will always happen.