Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Hermitage Manor, Surrey.

Led by Horace, Bourne walked out of the fireplace in the manor, but Momo disappeared without a trace.

"A house elf who knows etiquette will reduce his or her presence as much as possible." Because he knew that his great-nephew had the habit of asking questions, Horace explained to him simply: "You can call her when you need it. , Momo can hear it."

"It's a bit redundant. You don't have to worry about it at home." Byrne said that he didn't like this kind of social activity that was frivolous and submissive.

"You have to get used to social interaction, this is a new course..." While Horace was solving Bourne's doubts, social behavior soon caught up with them.

A man with platinum blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes and a slightly pale face strode in from outside the living room. He was holding a cane with a snake-shaped decoration in his hand. He was walking very fast, and the hem of his black robe seemed to be floating.

"Dean Slughorn." The man walked up to Mr. Horace and greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Lucius." Horace responded to his former student with a smile.

"Where's Narcissa? She didn't come with you to see the child off?"

"No, Headmaster. Narcissa is here too, but she is staying with our son Draco, who is playing indoor Quidditch with his little friends on a child's broomstick."

Then, Lucius Malfoy's eyes shifted to Bourne. "Dean, this is your little grandnephew, right? What is the name of this little gentleman?"

"Bourne," Bourne said his name without letting Horace answer for him: "My name is Bourne Slughorn."

"Another excellent Mr. Slughorn, you look older than Draco. You must take care of my little dragon when Draco goes to school." Lucius winked at Bourne, "Just Like your grandfather, our favorite Headmaster Slughorn, he was the one who took care of us and every Slytherin back then."

Horace laughed, seemingly satisfied and pleased with Lucius Malfoy's words.

However, the pleasantries did not last long.

After all, the real participants in this summer camp are the young wizards of pure-blood families, not their parents.

Horace and Malfoy just chatted for a while and then left the Hermitage Manor like the other parents.

Bourne's suitcase had already been taken to the dormitory by Momo, so he could only wander around the Hermitage Manor with the Slughorn family's limited-edition snack - Riem beef spicy jerky.

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy." A voice said beside him.

A little boy, even if he didn't introduce himself, you could tell he was a Malfoy just from his appearance. Surrounded by two round little boys, he walked up to Bourne.

"My father is Lucius Malfoy. He is one of the sponsors of this summer camp, and he is also the school director of Hogwarts." Draco said proudly, focusing on a familiar subject.

"My dad just told me that you are the grandson of their dean and we can be friends. Don't worry, with me here, your evaluation in the summer camp's final exam will never be lower than an A." While speaking, He also reached out to Byrne.

Bourne shook his hand.

Having watched Harry Potter, he was not particularly disgusted with this little boy who often gave speeches on the theme of "my father" like some people.

However, he finally rejected Draco's invitation to play indoor Quidditch on a child's broomstick. The kind of game played by children seemed to him extremely boring.

Riding a flying broomstick, and a child's version at that, obviously had no appeal to him who was riding a flying motorcycle with White Scar.

"We'll talk about the game later. I want to ask you a question." Bourne asked Draco: "Has your father told you who the teachers at this summer camp are? Do you know them? They are standing behind you now. this?"

"Huh?" Draco and his two little followers all turned around.

I saw a man wearing a round hat, a gray tweed British suit, a regimental striped tie around his neck, a jewel-encrusted tie clip, and what looked like a betel nut wood civilization staff under his arm... The ghost floats behind them.

"Ah!" The three brats immediately started moving in unison again and let out ear-piercing screams.

The children who were sent to the summer camp by their parents were instantly attracted to the scene and looked here collectively.

Although a few of them also transformed into atmosphere groups under the stimulation of the three Dracos, most of them remained calm: in the world of wizards, ghosts are not extremely rare spirits.

Several older young wizards from pure-blood families who were about to enter school this year and were said to have participated in a summer camp all performed a decent wizarding ceremony to the ghost.

"Dr. Watson," they greeted the ghost.

In response, the ghost smiled and responded to the little wizards who greeted him, and then introduced himself to the other little wizards present.

"Hello everyone--"

Only then did Bourne learn that Dr. Watson's name was John, and his full name was John Watson.

He is a close friend of the organizer of this summer camp and is also the tutor for the little wizards during the summer camp. The reason why he was still working for his old friend after his death was because he wanted to have some fun in his ghost life with no end in sight yet.

"I don't know if I was deceived or if I am really a fun-loving person." Bourne thought secretly in his heart.

"—— Dear little wizards, your summer camp is about to begin. In the next two weeks, you will learn about [Grammar and Some knowledge of writing. This knowledge will be of great help to you when you enter Hogwarts in the future. Master this, and you will be able to complete the several-inch-long assignments assigned by future teachers in various subjects faster and better. After-school homework..."

Mom!

He is actually a hot man.

Although Bourne had some guesses when the ghost teacher introduced his name as "John Watson", Bourne still felt a sense of surprise when he said the man's name himself. He didn't even pay much attention to the [Grammar and Writing] course schedule taught by Dr. Watson.

Just kidding, Sherlock Holmes has come out to give lectures, who would care about what serious people are talking about?

Even if it means telling a story - it's better to tell a story - Bourne feels that he will definitely make a lot of money by participating in this summer camp!