Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

"You damn fool!" Voldemort yelled.

The back of Quirrell's head was buzzing, but he no longer had the energy to explain himself or beg for mercy.

"You don't need to sleep for a long time while you are alive, you will sleep forever after you die!" Voldemort also understands PUA, "What you need now is not rest, but hard work!"

He forcibly took Quirrell's body, causing the man to walk a short distance into the dense forest involuntarily, and found a humming dwarf pig monster.

The dwarf pig monster looks like a stunted pig, with long legs, a stubby tail, squinty black eyes, and a somewhat human-like face.

This magical animal likes to sneak into the pig pen and eat the sow's milk with the piglets. If left unnoticed for a long time, the pig monster will grow. The longer it goes, the bigger it grows, and the more damage it will cause to the farm it enters.

They are particularly fast-moving and difficult to catch, and can only be driven away by albino hounds.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Using the levitating spell to control the dwarf pig monster, Voldemort flicked his wrist and made Quirrell's alder wand rotate counterclockwise.

The dwarf pig monster seemed to have been thrown into an oversized wall-breaking machine. In an instant, its entire body was minced into a pool of blood.

Unlike Muggles' scientific-based understanding, wizards view blood as a carrier of magic power.

The proportion of blood in an organism is related to their natural magic power.

The dwarf pig monster's magical ability is not very powerful, and its innate magic is more reflected in the curse that can bring misfortune to the farm owner.

Therefore, even if Voldemort used magic spells to squeeze everything out, even the fishy internal organs, all a dwarf pig monster could provide him was less than a pint of blood.

In terms of quality, the blood of dwarf pig monsters is far inferior to the magic-rich blood of powerful magical animals that he bought from Mundungus before.

But he had blocked Mundungus.

You tolerate the fact that the product you sell contains rat tail juice. It’s supposed to supplement collagen, but it’s actually mixed with the remnants of a magic potion from unknown sources?

For such a black-hearted vendor who dares to add "technology and ruthless work" to the food he sells, even Voldemort would find it difficult not to have murderous intentions for him.

"It's safer to squeeze the juice yourself." Voldemort thought to himself.

Then, while controlling Quirrell and swallowing the floating pig monster blood into his mouth, he continued to instill in his slave that "pure natural food" without any conscience (if he had any). How clean and hygienic - it's not his mouth and intestines that are used anyway.

All he needs is to use this dwarf pig monster to replenish the magic power in his body.

"Hu~~"

Quirrell drank the pig's blood, and Voldemort felt the magic begin to replenish the man's tired body, and his weakness was relieved.

"Come here, do you want to eat a few more magical animals tonight and then go back to the castle?" Voldemort began to think about a question.

He felt that he should now be rid of the "freak" little wizard Bourne, and the also "freak" Newt Scamander.

And eating a dwarf pig monster actually only replenished his previous spell casting consumption, and did not give him enough satisfaction.

If he returns to the castle now, the next few days will become a bit painful - hanging around with Quirrell, starving for nine meals in three days - which also makes Voldemort more and more dissatisfied with this slave's ability.

"Tell me, why can't you be a rich pure-blood? In that case, there is no need for me to go hunting in the Forbidden Forest at night. Can't I just buy legal magical animal blood directly from the potion material store? Buy it all at once Two glasses, drink one, pour one.”

He had already made up his mind to find some trouble when he went back tonight and arrange a whipping education for Quirrell again... Oh no, it was for physical exercise.

-

"This guy is so bold!" Professor Scamander exclaimed in surprise while sharing the information brought back by the guide bug with Burn and the others.

He originally thought that the dark wizard wearing a mask (Qui Luo), no matter how bold he was, would be running away now.

You know, that guy was not only poaching in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, he also cast an unforgivable spell in front of a professor.

Why, do you think that you are a "imprisonable but uncensorable" talent who can easily enter and leave Azkaban?

Or maybe you just look down on me, a terminally ill (autistic) old man who can only take care of some cute animals?

"He is still hunting other magical animals!" Scamander said angrily.

Because there was a guide exploring the path hundreds of meters away, he didn't have to worry about his voice being heard by the dark wizard in the distance.

"One, two...oh no, it's three dwarf pig monsters," looking at the circles of ancient magic patterns flashing from time to time on the bug stick, the old professor simultaneously translated this information similar to Morse code. come out.

After hearing this, Bourne couldn't help but feel a little speechless. He didn't know whether this was Quirrell's or Voldemort's operation?

By staying in the Forbidden Forest and continuing to hunt magical animals, he might be able to understand their thinking: this is what the saying goes, 'The thief never steals his money'.

However, they hunted three pig monsters - three little pigs - did they think they were big bad wolves or albino hounds?

"I want to stop that guy's violence!"

Professor Scamander said briefly, and then became taciturn. Bourne felt that the old wizard at this time had a temperament that was familiar to him: after the battle, he needed to wear the "Pain Gloves" to give himself the Emperor's Fist of Peace.

The fighting creed of the Imperial Fist is: strike the enemy where they are strongest and drive shame into their broken bodies.

-

"The hunting efficiency is still too low!"

After eating three pig monsters in a row, Voldemort actually felt much better, not counting Quirrell's instinctive vomiting reaction.

He's a little swollen again now.

"Let's just set a fire in the Forbidden Forest. The Fire Spell is very good, hehehe."

He wanted to use fire to force out more magical animals, and then have a good meal.

Moreover, this has another advantage, that is, it is consistent with his "rabbit hole" theory-it can create obstacles for Dumbledore and make the professors at Hogwarts busy-if something goes wrong in the busy work, the castle will be destroyed. If things get messed up, wouldn't he just be able to find the Philosopher's Stone?

Voldemort still misses the stone because it is the key to his resurrection.

Even drinking the blood of magical animals can replenish magic power. But doing this is just like hunting dwarf pig monsters now, which is too inefficient; secondly, doing this itself is an emergency measure of 'treating the symptoms but not the root cause'.

Although Quirrell could be forced to drink the piggy's fishy blood, Voldemort was absolutely willing to do the same after he was resurrected.

So, he controlled Quirrell to raise the alder wand, preparing to summon a ball of fierce fire to bring some warmth to the creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

However, just as this guy was about to put his idea into practice, a "buzzing" sound of flapping wings suddenly reached his ears.