Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

After sending away the Weasley twins, Bourne walked into the abandoned girls' bathroom alone.

"This must be the entrance to the secret room," Bourne thought silently as he glanced at the row of brass faucets stained with patina as he passed the sink.

"Quillo dares to come here at this time. He must have checked clearly. Ghost Myrtle must not be here at this time."

When investigating what Quirrell is doing here, with the help of the plot, Bourne actually already has a logical reasoning.

The reasoning comes to an end and comes to an end naturally.

Moreover, that was not the main reason why he volunteered to break up with the Weasley brothers.

The real reason is: He has a habit that when doing certain important things, he must and can only be alone.

Walking to the window sill of the bathroom, he looked at the blue sky. The afternoon sunlight shone on Bourne through the glass window.

"I was really slacking off a little bit before..."

Breathing out a deep breath, Bourne finally calmed down his restless heart after witnessing the manifestation of the "Purity Mark": "...it took some time, but it doesn't matter, I already understand what I have to do next. matter."

Just like a student who has taken the exam of [Real Variable Function] or [Random Process] with great fear, and after handing in the paper, most normal people will want to pick up snacks and use means such as chasing numbers, opening black cards, etc., to carry out heavy damage to the brain cells. Rescue.

It's like a social worker working overtime for a week in a row. After finally getting through to Friday, when he gets home, he always has the urge to order takeout, hold his cell phone, and then lie down on the sofa until next Monday.

From the dark universe of Warhammer to the heavenly world of Harry Potter, Bourne inevitably "falls". Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he is only an eleven-year-old child now.

But it wasn't until he began to face this problem squarely that he realized that it had been a long time since he had thought and acted like an Astartes.

Only on those rare occasions when he transformed into the Astartes Magus was there a hint of the Space Marine he had served for the past three hundred years.

In the past eleven years, although he had played with simple chainswords and bolters, these were more about making figures that he found interesting than looking for loyal fighting partners.

In the past, he might have been able to use time travel as an excuse.

But just after seeing the mark of purity burning on Quirrell's head, Bourne immediately realized that he might still be watched by that great being. Isn't a world like Harry Potter a prototype of the utopia in the eyes of that being?

Only by not mentioning any illusory big plans and doing something down-to-earth can he be worthy of this journey.

Can't slack off anymore!

"Set a small goal first," Bourne said firmly in his heart: "Since the mark of purity has appeared and marked the blasphemer for me, then that Voldemort is my first prey."

As for how to hunt, when Bourne began to think like an Astartes, he immediately listed three possible options.

First, follow the plot and use plot killing to kill that guy.

But that would take another seven years. And such a long time is usually enough for the Astartes to conquer several planets.

Bourne also wants to save face. Therefore, although this plan was feasible, it was ruled out by him first.

"There are only two remaining options. We need to do an experiment first before we can make a decision."

Thinking of this, Bourne quickly walked out of the bathroom and raced against time to find an experimental object hidden in the castle.

……

Not everyone is like Byrne, who soberly reflects on themselves once a problem is discovered and quickly finds a path for iterative upgrades.

As for people with character flaws, it is generally better to blame others than to reflect on themselves.

Even if they know clearly in their hearts, always doing this will make it difficult for them to make progress, and there is a high probability that they will encounter misfortune one after another in the future.

For example, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who just got up from the wet ground.

"It's all Peeves' fault!"

"If he hadn't used some alchemy tools he found from nowhere to attack me, I wouldn't have suffered this crime today!"

"It's all God's damn fault, Harry Potter!"

"If it weren't for this little brat, I wouldn't have had to risk going to that bathroom, and naturally I wouldn't have met that bastard Peeves!"

"And that old bee!"

"If I hadn't believed his lie - that professors of 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' have better salaries and brighter career prospects than lecturers of 'Muggle Studies' - I wouldn't have risked going to Albania. Study Tour!"

"And those who treat me as a slave..."

The last object of Quirrell's complaint only flashed through his mind, and he did not dare to think deeply about it. The Dark Lord is hiding in his body, and since he can possess him, he might also be able to read his thoughts.

Looking at the whip with barbs on the desk in the office, Quirrell's body trembled violently.

He just complained so much, but he never thought about:

If he hadn't submitted a "Promotion Application Report" to the principal because of his conceited talent, there is a high probability that Dumbledore would have openly recruited a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the wizarding society in order to find a powerful wizard;

If he hadn't been tempted to spend money to watch the vampire female bartender's "Storm Up" program when he was traveling in Albania, he wouldn't have been thrown into the dark forest after being tricked and became Voldemort's prey;

If he hadn't become greedy for all kinds of dark magic knowledge, he could have returned to Hogwarts as soon as possible to seek help from Dumbledore, and remove the unstable possession when Voldemort was extremely weak.

And the reason why he repeatedly ran to the abandoned girls' bathroom was actually because he believed what Voldemort told him: There was something there that could help him quickly learn Parseltongue.

"What should I do?" After finding a chair and sitting down, Quirrell secretly wondered: "Can I turn back now?"

With a timid personality, he quietly retreated in his heart after experiencing the previous encounter in which he didn't actually suffer much besides pain.

Because he was lost in thought, he didn't notice that the scary face on the back of his head that always talked to him when he was alone had not taken the initiative to give him any orders for several minutes.

Likewise, he did not notice that the tip of the alder wand he held in his hand was pointed at himself.

The various negative emotions surging in his mind have become black threads, and are being absorbed bit by bit by the wand without leaving a trace. In a place that cannot be seen with the naked eye, the core of the wand, which is made of unicorn tail hair, has absorbed too much of this substance, so it is gradually turning black and losing its original luster.

"Idiot, a little more, a little more!" Voldemort, who was possessed by Quirrell, secretly shouted in his heart.

The various negative emotions of the host are nothing less than a great tonic for him in this state.