Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Whether any wizards would be frightened by Puffball or Flobberworm, Bourne had no way of knowing.

But when he arrived at the British Ministry of Magic, he did meet a wizard who liked to blow up toilets. This man was brought to the Magic Court by Mr. Weasley himself.

"Good day, Headmaster Dumbledore." Seeing Bourne and his group, Mr. Weasley first greeted Dumbledore, and then greeted each of them politely.

"Reggie," Weasley called out, and soon a small wizard who looked like a ferret ran over.

This man is called Reggie Cattermole. He is a maintenance worker in the Magical Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic and also works as a general affairs handler in the Magical Court.

His main job was to repair a [Differential Judgement Machine] of the Magic Court. However, perhaps because his skills were not very good, he had to come to the Magic Court every weekday, and over time he became a part-time clerk.

At this time, the little Reggie was holding a blank parchment scroll in his hand and a magic wand on his ear.

"Arthur, what's wrong?"

Mr. Weasley nudged a wizard wearing a black cloth hood beside him and pushed him forward a step.

"In August, there were three toilet bombings in London, where wizards used magic to blow up Muggle toilets.

Once at Wimbledon, once at Elephant and Castle and most recently at Bethnal Green on August 8.

The perpetrator of these three incidents is Mr. Mortlake next to me. He was drunk at the Leaky Cauldron and was bored enough to play pranks on Muggles for fun. "

"I see. Wait a moment..."

The man took off his wand, turned it into a quill, and quickly wrote down on the parchment what his colleague Arthur had said.

Then he turned around and ran to the entrance of the Magic Court and stuffed the parchment into the material delivery port of a magical machine that was housed in the shell of a Muggle vending machine.

The sound of gears turning "click, click" was heard, mixed with the "swish" sound of the pen tip rubbing against the parchment.

Not long after, the parchment returned to Reggie's hand.

Reggie immediately ran back and handed the parchment covered with words to the man standing next to Mr. Weasley.

"...Mr. Mortlake, I regret to inform you that you must pay a fine of 47 gold Galleons for violating several provisions of the Muggle Protection Act compiled by the Office for the Prevention of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

But you are also lucky.

Since the 'Differential Determination Machine' has determined that you have not violated the Statute of Secrecy, you do not need to worry about being imprisoned in Azkaban Prison and living next to those terrifying Dementors for the time being.

However, as a general affairs officer of the Magic Court of the Ministry of Magic, I have to remind you that if you continue to drink like this, the day when you meet the Dementors may not be far away.

If I were you, I would definitely go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounded Soldiers. Remember, go to the first floor lobby and find the triage counter. Tell the lady with golden wavy hair why you are here and say that 'Reggie' recommended you. You can enjoy some discounts on your treatment costs..."

Seeing that his colleague had handled the Mortlake problem skillfully, Mr. Weasley stopped following that person and turned to join Bourne and his group.

"Principal Dumbledore, why are you all here at the Magic Court today? And... why did a little wizard like Bourne come along as well?"

Arthur Weasley was a kind-hearted wizard.

When Dumbledore briefly told him about how Bourne and Newt caught a thief in the British Museum yesterday, and about the exaggerated report in the Daily Prophet this morning, the veteran member of the Order of the Phoenix and director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts immediately patted his chest and said that he would help no matter what.

"This is exactly what I do," he said. "That French thief Fang, Fang, what is it..."

"Fang Thomas." Bourne reminded.

"...Oh, yes, Fang Thomas - French names are sometimes a bit difficult for English speakers to pronounce."

Mr. Weasley immediately said seriously: "Since the Muggle is suspected of abusing wizard items and using them as criminal tools to commit crimes, this case will be supervised by my department.

It is totally wrong to hold a court to question a little wizard just for such a thing.

If it had not been for the fact that our family had just returned from a trip to Egypt, as soon as we got back to Britain yesterday, poor old Perkins and I would have been busy staking out that toilet-blowing lunatic Mortlake, and we didn't catch him until this afternoon.

According to the procedure, the case of Fang Thomas must also go through our department. I will definitely reject the "inquiry order" issued by the Magic Court against Bourne.

However, it's too late to say anything now.

Bourne, don't worry.

I will now accompany you to the Magical Court to challenge the legitimacy of the issuance of the "Warrant of Inquiry". I will make sure that your file is clean and there will be no record of "having been questioned by the Magical Court".

Mr. Weasley actually has a good impression of the young wizard Bourne.

First of all, Bourne is a Gryffindor.

Secondly, Bourne was Ron's roommate and had always had a very good relationship with the twins.

In addition, Bourne not only saved George and Fred before (the vampire incident), but also brought the twins with him to add a lot of house points to Gryffindor (serving as the Forbidden Forest assistant wardens).

Therefore, for both moral and legal reasons, and for both public and private reasons, Arthur Weasley felt that he should stand up for the little wizard at this time.

"That's good. The 'inquiry order' issued by the Magic Court yesterday was indeed a bit hasty." Headmaster Dumbledore also nodded in agreement.

"Everybody follow me," said Arthur.

He led everyone into the door of the Magic Court.

This floor is all under the jurisdiction of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Because the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has the largest number of people, the office space is relatively large, and the entire second underground floor of the Ministry of Magic is occupied by this department.

"This Magic Court is responsible for a lot of complicated matters. Let's put it this way. Any illegal cases that cannot be judged by the Differential Judgement Machine but do not warrant a public trial in the Wizengamot Court Hall on the eighth floor will be sent here for handling."

Mr. Weasley briefly explained the layout and room numbers to Bourne and the others.

Behind the door was a huge, sunken hall filled with logistics personnel who were constantly walking back and forth, running errands and delivering documents. Small "trial tables" were scattered throughout the hall, and in front of each table there was someone being questioned.

The floor of this round hall is not exposed, but it is not carpeted either. Instead, it is covered with a kind of gray fine sand called "goose feather dust", which is an uncommon but relatively cheap magical material.

When people stepped on it, it felt like walking on the beach, but it had a magical effect that could calm people's mood. Bourne recognized this magical material because he had seen it in his own dean's private class when he attended the Transfiguration Club hosted by Professor McGonagall.

There are four bronze statues standing around the rotunda, shining brightly under the magic palace lanterns.

"Judgment Table No. 9."

Mr. Weasley glanced at the number on the subpoena sent to Bourne by the Ministry of Magic, and without even checking the sign, he remembered roughly where the trial table was.

"The judgment tables here are arranged in the order of the twelve zodiac signs, and they change every quarter. If you didn't take astronomy classes well when you were at Hogwarts, it would be a hassle to quickly find the location of those judgment tables."

While chatting, Mr. Weasley led everyone to the judgment table with ease.

However, when seeing who was sitting at the trial table, except for Newt Scamander who didn't know much about the other party, even Bourne frowned slightly.

Looking at the witch in front of him, who was wearing a pink wizard robe and sitting behind the judgment table, and whose appearance they couldn't see clearly when they entered the room because they were too short, Mr. Weasley couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Um, Madam Umbridge..., why are you here?"