Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Many heretics, aliens, and even some mortals have had the misconception that the Astartes can become the sword of the Empire by relying on their strong physiques, power armor, and powerful advanced weapons.

But in fact, the necessary reason for the truly glorious achievements of the Astartes is actually their firm will and belief, as well as their unshakable fighting spirit against all enemies of the Emperor and humanity.

"Come! Face me! Damn the alien!" Bourne roared, ignoring Fenrir's death threat.

He felt an uncontrollable anger suddenly rise in his chest. This anger not only burned his spirit, but even seemed to spread to his body.

"Seeing ghosts!" Fenrir's eyes widened.

He witnessed a scene that he would never forget: the little boy who had just been lifted off the ground by one hand, broke free from his arm in an instant, and turned into a man nearly 3 meters tall as if he had inflated it. "giant".

Fenrir quickly searched the limited magic knowledge in his mind: "What is this kid? Is there a hybrid giant born in the Slughorn family? But wasn't he just like a normal child before?"

Bourne, who was immersed in a certain emotion, seemed unaware of the changes that had taken place in himself.

After all, he had only experienced the identity of the little wizard for a few years, but he had already adapted to the transformed body for more than three hundred years.

Therefore, when Fenrir was unable to turn around, Bourne, who had transformed into an Astartes, punched him in the head without hesitation, then pounced on him and suppressed him with his own weight. A werewolf lived.

Bourne's hands pressed Fenrir's neck, making the werewolf completely unable to move. His furry head was pinned to the ground, making it very difficult to even open his mouth.

As a magical creature with a threat level of up to 5X, the werewolf is extremely deadly to most wizards.

Of course, werewolves are not invincible.

Whether using powerful transformation spells or powerful black magic, wizards can successfully kill werewolves.

It's just that after today, a future edition of the "Practical Manual for Defense Against the Dark Arts" will probably have more space to introduce how to strangle a werewolf with both hands.

Bourne's two palms were intertwined and pinched the back of Fenrir Greyback's neck. His steel-like fingers were deeply embedded in the werewolf's muscles. As his wrist turned, he kept making "crack-crack-crack" sounds. Breaking sound. Like twisting a towel, Byrne reshaped the werewolf's spine bit by bit.

However, even though his spine was twisted into a twist, Fenrir Greyback still did not die obediently.

Although he was suppressed and unable to move, he still struggled to open his mouth and bite around, trying to give Bourne a hard blow.

However, its dying resistance also brought back some memories of Bourne. Just like those warrior bugs of the Tyranids, even if they are destined to be killed, they often try their best to drag a heroic Astartes to die with them.

"The unrepentant alien." Bourne looked coldly at the struggling werewolf. The anger in his heart was once again raised to a new height, and the strength in his hands also increased several times.

Ga, Ga, Ga...

Bourne no longer wanted to break Fenrir's neck, because that would be too cheap for the alien. The biceps on his arms slowly swelled, pulling the werewolf's head out of the chest bit by bit like pulling out a carrot.

The severe pain made Fenrir miserable. He wanted to howl, but because his vocal cords and trachea had been severed by Bourne, he could only make an unknown sound of "burp, burp, burp."

one two Three……

This terrible "carrot-pulling competition" came to an end in the fourth second. After all, Fenrir's head failed to twist Bourne's arm, which was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, and was forcefully pulled out of his body.

Bourne stood up, as if grabbing a basketball with one hand, grabbing a werewolf head with wide eyes and a dead look. This head also brought out a section of the werewolf spine that was covered with grease and was slightly yellow. .

Because of being tainted with black magic, the werewolf's blood is darker in color than normal creatures. It flows out from Fenrir's body in large streams, forming a large pool of crude oil on the ground in the alley. Leaky stains.

Bourne frowned.

Only then did he realize that this place was an alley behind George Square. We just killed Fenrir. Although it didn't take much time and didn't make much noise, there was still a chance that someone would hear him if he wasn't prepared. If someone were to pass by here now, the blood on the ground and the werewolf bones would probably cause some unnecessary trouble...

And just when Bourne wanted to leave here without anyone noticing, a slight explosion of air suddenly appeared next to the iron trash can not far from him.

"Huh?" Bourne turned his head and looked there.

I saw a house elf holding a flat pan in his hand hiding behind a tin trash can, peeking his head in this direction. When she saw the blood and the wolf corpse, she was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Bourne quickly spoke to stop her: "Momo!"

"Master Bourne?" Upon hearing the familiar name, house elf Momo opened her watery eyes and looked at the 'giant' who greeted her with confusion.

Because there are things like Polyjuice Potion in the wizarding world, some long-standing families specialize in training house elves to rely on the wizard's "fingerprint" - a unique magical aura that every wizard has. ——Not by appearance to identify who is the real owner.

Although Bourne's voice had also undergone some changes as his body image changed, Momo could still accurately identify the familiar magical aura.

"Master Bourne, how did you become like this? Also, this...that werewolf, what's going on?"

Momo fired off a barrage of questions, her voice was much sharper than usual, and she was using a pan as a crutch when speaking, as if she would faint at any time if she didn't.

"It's a long story, could you-"

Just when Bourne was about to say something, Momo suddenly raised her arm and released a magic spell without reciting a spell.

Next to a garbage bag facing the wall of the alley, the evil spirit who had just woken up and immediately recognized the situation and tried to sneak away was instantly hit. His eyes widened and he fell straight to the ground.

"Master Bourne," Momo looked at Bourne seriously: "Now is not the time to talk. I will go and notify the old master to come back immediately. You wait here and don't move."

After saying that, the house elf disapparated again and disappeared without a trace in front of Bourne.

Bourne: "..."

What he clearly wanted to say just now was to ask Momo to go home quickly and get him some clothes, or a sheet or something. Because as he transformed into an Astartes, his Baker Street Squad suit had been torn into dozens of rags. Of course, even if the clothes were still intact, he couldn't put those clothes on with his current body shape.

So, a minute later, when Horace apparated from the Annual Meeting of Extraordinary Pharmacists to this alley at the speed of light, what he saw was a dazed man squatting in the corner with some blood on his body... Huge figure.

Exactly the same as Momo's expression before, Horace was almost frightened by the scene in front of him and fainted to the ground. He took a deep breath before asking: "Bern, where is the injury? Tell grandpa."

"I'm not hurt." Bourne shook his head.

He told the truth. The wounds caused by Fenrir had already healed quickly as before due to the transformation of his body into Astartes. So now the blood on Bourne's body is completely the blood of the werewolf, not a single bit of it is his.

Of course, there is a situation called "your mother thinks you are cold". On the issue of whether he was injured or not, Bourne himself had the final say, only a professional therapist could.

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