Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

In a magic school where there are no physical education classes but only flying classes, Quidditch is the only sport available to young wizards.

The Quidditch teams of various colleges naturally absorb the young wizards with the best physical fitness in their respective colleges.

In Slytherin, apart from Dean Snape and the students from the twenty-eight pure-blood families, the Slytherin Quidditch team is already vaguely the third pole of the entire academy.

Even a young master like Draco Malfoy is not willing to antagonize those players.

After all, after his second year, he also aspired to join the Slytherin team as a Seeker - this position was the focus of the Quidditch game - and the Seeker who successfully caught the Golden Snitch would become the most handsome in the game. Damn, there's no such thing as that!

Moreover, Draco's desire to become the Slytherin Quidditch Seeker was also supported and affirmed by the old Malfoy.

Speaking more broadly, being in the limelight will bring fame, and if fame works well, it can be transformed into influence. If coupled with wealth, it will become much easier for a person to solve certain things.

The Malfoy family, who are so poor that they only have Galleons left, and the richest oil tycoons in the world, who have a piece of cloth on their heads, actually have a lot in common in terms of their need for "influence."

What's more, speaking of youth, old Malfoy was also young, and he naturally knew that there would be hidden rewards for playing well at Quidditch - priority in choosing a mate at Hogwarts - there was nothing you could do about it, British wizards were just that bad. Man, the Malfoy family wants to maintain the tradition of pure blood. If it is too late, even the day lily may be cold...

Of course, because Draco and her mother Narcissa always talked about everything, Lucius had not yet taken the initiative to tell him about the benefits of playing Quidditch.

But no matter what, he was willing to risk being ostracized by the senior Quidditch team members and secretly revealed to Bourne a little bit about the plan they "plotted" loudly in the common room last night. Draco told Bourne It's definitely affectionate and righteous.

If it's Harry Potter, huh, just don't mention it.

The kindness shown by Draco was also felt by Bourne. Even though he was not afraid of "school bullying" and even had a little expectation, Bourne still said thank you to Draco.

The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for the Malfoy trio to hear clearly but not enough for everyone in the banquet hall to hear. Draco, who was pretending to be walking away as if nothing had happened, paused for a moment after hearing this, and then pulled Crabbe and Goyle towards a staircase.

"What delicious food is available in the public cafeteria is just ordinary food prepared for students. On the first day of school, I will take you to see what kind of breakfast the house elves at Hogwarts will prepare for the professor... …”

While drawing the pie, Draco took Crabbe and Goyle, who walked two steps and then looked back at the piles of butter-scented pies on the table, and quickly walked out of the banquet hall.

And as soon as these three little groups left, the group of "Quidditch bullies" spoiled by Draco walked into the restaurant.

There must have been their spies here before, because as soon as they entered, they found Bourne and got straight to the point.

"Yo, yo, yo..."

Walking up to Bourne, Marcus Flint, who had had a "little friction" with him on the train, immediately transformed into a rapper and started provocatively: "...This is not the guy who single-handedly dunked Gryffindor. The little wizard who got two hundred and fifty points?

Why did you come to the dining room for breakfast alone? Didn't you make any friends in the dormitory? Are the Gryffindors starting to exclude you?

It doesn't matter, they don't treat you as a friend, we Slytherins don't do that. after all--"

As he spoke, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, who somewhat resembled an orangutan, paused, grinned, revealing an impressive set of protruding buck teeth, and turned his head to wink at his teammates.

The players on the Slytherin team smiled knowingly and all said: "——You are the 'Hero of Slytherin', hahahaha!"

However, it was obvious that he was being teased. Instead of getting angry on the spot, Bourne nodded as if in recognition.

"Hey, that's what Draco just said. There's nothing wrong with them saying that." Bourne thought to himself.

Isn't it true? Let Gryffindor bear two hundred and fifty points at the beginning of the year - arsenic for him, honey for me - from a logical point of view, this title of "Hero of Slytherin" is indeed worthy. Well deserved.

However, Bourne's nod of approval made Marcus and the others confused.

Originally, they planned to make the little wizard in front of them become a crybaby and embarrass themselves in public.

With this kind of dark history, the next seven years of Hogwarts, or to be more precise, in Gryffindor Barbarian House, where "courage" is respected, will probably be a difficult life for this little wizard.

Of course, it would be fine if the little wizard didn't get angry and cry. They also designed a plan B for this.

They felt that in that case, the little wizard must have wanted to fight back because he couldn't save his face.

This is even better!

The more Bourne resisted, the more excited they became.

At that time, they can also take the opportunity to "one-on-one" with Bourne as a group, and then let the little wizard experience the various martial arts skills used in Quidditch matches.

But with their IQs, even if they work together and come up with PlanA and PlanB, they are already performing at a high level.

Bourne's nod of approval directly caused the Slytherin Quidditch players to collectively break through the defense.

There are such shameless people! This majestic Gryffindor can actually lie down and be in a state of disrepair!

Marcus Flint couldn't hold himself any longer, so he reached out and swept away Bourne's dinner plate. The broken plate made a crisp sound, and the fried eggs, steaks and some baked potato pieces contained in it were scattered around on the ground. Scattered.

"Boy! Just listen to me..."

Although he had seen some of Bourne's "hands-on" abilities when he was on the train, he was just a person at that time.

But now, they have an entire Quidditch team with substitutes, and this little wizard has shown a tendency to follow his heart, so Marcus feels that it won't be a big deal if he goes too far.

If this little stimulus makes Bourne angry and takes action, wouldn't they just re-implement Plan B?

The plan goes through!

However, just when Marcus was complacent about his wit, something unexpected happened to everyone once again.

Bourne did take action, yes.

However, the way he acted was actually a bit terrifying, as if he was not breaking out in silence, but becoming perverted in silence.

In sync with Marcus's action of sweeping down a plate of food, Bourne picked up the fork placed on the dining table and without looking, thrust it into Marcus' big hand before he could take it away from the table.

"Den!"

With the sound of metal carving into wood, the double-headed fork stood upright on the long table in the restaurant. The Slytherin Quidditch players, including Marcus, were stunned.

Perhaps because of his slow reaction, or perhaps he was simply frightened, Marcus finally let out a scream after a second or two: "Ahhhh..."