Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Merlin’s stainless steel dentures!

Dr. Watson is a decent man. Although he likes to take risks, he doesn't like to gamble with his reputation.

Moreover, using young wizards from pure-blood families for experiments, oh my god, if word gets out about this, their summer camp, which has been running for dozens of times, may come to an end this year.

He and Sherlock, two special beings, the next stop in life will most likely be Azkaban.

"You crazy person!"

Watson poked the oil painting in front of him with his betel nut cane. Judging from the way he gritted his teeth, he definitely wanted to open up his old friend's imagination sincerely. Unfortunately, ghosts have no physical entity. So his cane penetrated the canvas, but the canvas was still intact and no holes were torn out.

Sherlock laughed awkwardly "hehe" twice.

"Don't be angry, Watson. There is no experimental group or control group. I just prepared some extra parameters for those little guys... Oh, no, it should be said that they are just some small games."

……

Of course, Bourne, who was far away on the other side of the manor, could not hear the ongoing quarrel between a ghost and an oil painting. At this time, he was focusing on searching for clues in this room.

Because his intuition told him that some people seemed to be working behind his back. Although his long-tested and extremely keen combat intuition did not issue a warning of danger, Bourne still habitually wanted to take the initiative.

"Just after mentioning the course content, without even issuing the course schedule, Dr. Watson left the room, leaving the little wizards alone to play in the room. This is wrong."

While he was thinking, he carefully examined the surrounding environment according to the Astartes' detection method.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Byrne was familiar with the name.

In fact, he actually understands the meaning of this name better than those seniors who have already participated in the summer camp.

And if the organizer of the summer camp is really this great master, he feels that the other party will not regard [Grammar and Writing] as the main course. It is probably just a gimmick. Who doesn’t know that Sherlock Holmes is really good at [Deduction]? Knowledge?

"Grandpa Horace also said that the content of the summer camp courses is related to social interaction - [Grammar and Writing] has a weak relationship with social interaction. What's more, it is impossible for children from pure-blood families to go to the Daily Prophet in the future. Be a reporter.

Then, after all impossible explanations have been eliminated, what remains, no matter how incredible, is the truth.

Mr. Sherlock must have designed a test that requires us little wizards to cooperate with each other to successfully handle it. Based on his profession as a great detective, this test can only be triggered by a sudden case..."

Sure enough, I am a scheming child.

quack quack!

Bourne suddenly felt that this summer camp seemed to be starting to become interesting. To be honest, he didn't want to come at first.

But now, after reasoning in the air, he even pretended to push up his non-existent glasses, touched his belly, and almost said "There is only one truth" and asked the house elf to take a picture for him. Record it with photos.

"Just like the devil comes from subspace, the devil is hidden in the details." A confident smile appeared on the corner of Bourne's mouth.

He was quite familiar with this theory, so he began to carefully search for various "details" in this hall.

——Invisible filaments and fishing lines (none)

——Ice cubes or other things that can disappear (none)

——Candy or other snacks (except for the Riem beef spicy jerky in his hand, there are no other snacks)

——Knives or other crime tools (I didn’t see anything similar to them at all)

——The suspect who behaved strangely (except for Bourne, the other pure-blood wizards were all laughing and joking, it was very normal)

While Bourne was persevering in his battle of wits with the air, the tapestry on the west wall of the hall suddenly rose slowly under the pull of the pull rope, revealing a huge oil painting.

Why is it huge?

Because the canvas of this painting almost occupies an entire wall and has no connection with "details" at all, Bourne just glanced at it and ignored it.

The clown is me!

Bourne looked around a little guiltily and found that none of the other little wizards noticed him. Then he followed the example of others and calmly walked towards the oil painting.

The content of the picture depicts a bar.

Its appearance is somewhat similar to the Leaky Cauldron pub that Horace once took Bourne to - it's hard not to make Bourne wonder whether the decorations of the Wizarding World pubs are all the work of the same person or the same company?

They all follow the shabby retro style, but the difference is that this bar in the picture is even shabbier than the Leaky Cauldron.

In the lower right corner of the painting, a small wooden board hangs on a small gray wall tile, with the name of the bar engraved on it: The Blind Pig Tavern.

The screen was crowded with men and women dressed in strange clothes, but none of them looked like decent people.

Some people gather together in the bar lobby to play dice, dominoes or other types of card games; in the back room in the upper right corner of the screen, several people gather together to place bets on cockfights; in the lower left corner there is a staircase leading to the basement, where bare-knuckle boxing is being performed... …

From time to time, a few songs and ditties would come out of the magical portrait, but they were all of the most obscene kind.

This strange portrait immediately attracted the attention of all the little wizards, and almost everyone was attracted to stop and observe.

"I also have many magic oil paintings at home."

Draco Malfoy stood at the front of the group of young wizards and pointed at the oil painting proudly.

"The largest painting in my house is twice as big as this painting! It depicts an adult Norwegian Spinosaurus. It not only breathes fire, but also scares everyone who passes in front of it with its roar."

"What's that? I also have a portrait at home. I just hide it from me. But one time I secretly saw it. The painting on it was a life-size portrait of my mother and him that my stepfather asked someone to paint. In the picture The character even takes off his clothes!"

A kid named Blaise didn't seem to be interested in the stinky Malfoy, and he immediately choked out not to be outdone.

His response earned Draco a death stare, and Draco's two henchmen - Crabbe and Goyle - both gave him a few fleshy fist blows.

However, Blaise's interruption also aroused the desire for expression in the other little wizards. One by one, they all opened up their chat boxes and began to show off how many magical portraits they had in their homes, or how magical those portraits were.

They are all rich people. After listening to the Versailles speeches of various young wizards, Bourne couldn't help but feel secretly.

Horace had told him something about magical portraits.

Because if you want to draw a magical portrait, the artist needs to use special activated developing pigments. That thing is essentially a relatively unorthodox potion. It is not sold in ordinary potion finished product stores, and the price on the market has always been high.

Not only that, the canvas of the magic portrait is no ordinary canvas. Although it is not considered high-end, that kind of canvas is actually an alchemical product, and its longitude and latitude lines must be sequentially added with several to more than a dozen types of magical animal hair.

Therefore, even if you don't count the manual cost of the magic portrait craftsman and the subsequent maintenance fees, just calculating the cost of various raw materials, it will take 30 to 40 galleons to make a square foot of magic portrait. The production cost of such a large portrait of the Blind Pig Tavern hanging on the wall would probably be more expensive than that of some ordinary family wizards building a house.