Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Dumbledore left, waved his sleeves, repaired the ceiling, and took away his bed, leaving only a gray-haired dumpling holding a book and crying on his face.

Mr. Ollivander, who heard the noise, leaned against the door frame of the test site and watched Ohm carefully put aside the magazine containing explosive bombs in his hand. With a teasing expression on his face, he said to Fiorina : "Old man, I've said it a long time ago. The more things like promethium charges, the better. Lina, look, are you reaping the consequences now? It's better to use my design from the beginning. It's not only safer but also unnecessary. Reload repeatedly without worrying about the sound of gunfire revealing your position."

"I will never admit that the thing you designed is a gun!" Fiorina pouted her lips and said to Ollivander gloomily: "At best, that thing can only be regarded as a drunken product of a revolver and a wand. The product of coming down.”

Ollivander spread his hands: "Who told me that the first gun I played with in my life was a revolver? Old people always feel nostalgic."

"Mr. Ollivander," Om looked at the old man who was walking a little shaky in surprise, "Do you actually do research on firearms?"

"Oh, my lovely apprentice." Ollivander laughed, "I am a craftsman who sells wands. Almost half of Europe is using the wands I made. In Muggle terms, I am a craftsman who sells wands to many countries. Arms dealer of weapons! How could I not be interested in a deadly weapon made by Muggles that also shoots out sparks and light?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick, huge dark silver revolver with crazy rose and thorn patterns engraved on its surface from his dirty sleeves.

Ollivander held its two thick parallel barrels, handed the snake grain handle to Ohm, and said: "I used the revolver's cylinder structure to carve 'Thunderbolt Explosion' on the inner wall of the cylinder. Waiting for six lethal spells, you only need to input the magic power, aim at the target and pull the trigger, and the magic spell will be shot out in a swish. There is no need to recite the spell, or even learn the spell, as long as the wizard still has magic power in his body, Just keep firing.”

Ohm took over the revolver, which was as thick as a rhinoceros. Mr. Ollivander had obviously made such a huge firearm specifically for his size, which was far larger than an ordinary person.Injecting spiritual energy into the bullet nest along the magic circuit on the handle, Ohm could feel the "thunderbolt explosion" forming in the gun body instantly.

The moment your finger pulls the trigger, the acceleration runes on the inner wall of the gun barrel are instantly activated. The two parallel barrels shoot out the blasting spell at the same time, tracing an intertwined double helix trajectory in the air, and will fall to the ground. The incomplete target was blown to pieces.

Regardless of the range, rate of fire or activation speed, although there is still a certain gap with bullets, it is already more than two or three times faster than the magic spells fired by traditional wands!

"By pulling the hammer, you can switch the magic spells fired." Ollivander reminded, "You can also fire more types of magic by changing the bullet nests engraved with different runes."

Ohm followed his instructions and used his thumb to pull the hammer, and the cylinder rotated one click to the right. When he pulled the trigger this time, two dazzling green lights were fired.

Avada Kedavra!

Ohm has never learned this unforgivable spell, but as long as the runes in the bomb nest are filled, it can help him launch magic that he has never learned and mastered!

In Ohm's mind, the scene of wizards each holding a revolver wand and tilting Avada Kedavra wantonly towards the rat tide appeared.

It's a pity that ordinary people can't use it...

"Oh, by the way, you can also use it as an ordinary wand. But it doesn't have a wand core, so it may be more laborious to use." Ollivander was quite satisfied with the expression on Ohm's face. After all, which craftsman wouldn't want to see it? Do you think your work can surprise others?

"Yingardim Leviosa!" Ohm waved his revolver wand at Vulcan. The big servitor shook slightly and slowly floated into the air.

"Amazing, Mr. Ollivander." Ohm lifted the floating spell and said sincerely: "Your invention will greatly increase our winning rate in this war."

"Hey!" Fiorina shouted dissatisfied: "What about me? My bolter can be used by ordinary people!"

"Of course, f.f." Ohm reached out and cupped Fiorina's little head, "You created weapons for ordinary people that can break magic barriers, and raised ordinary people to a level more equal to wizards, but you may We still need to think a little more about safety..."

"Without the ideas and firearms you provided Lina, I wouldn't have been able to create this magical revolver that originally only existed on paper so quickly." Watching Fiorina swaying left and right trying to escape from Ohm, Ollivander had a look of doting on his granddaughter, "Of course, if you hadn't helped me determine the direction of the metal wand, Ohm, I wouldn't have been able to come up with such a clever work."

After repeated attempts to escape failed, Fiorina angrily put her hands on her chest, letting Ohm rub her gray hair into a mess, and said: "This time, you, the old man, win! But I will soon We will make more powerful weapons, just wait and see!"

Ollivander laughed loudly: "I'm looking forward to your new work, Lena!"

"Speaking of which..." Ohm looked around, "Where did Nico go?"

Ollivander slapped Ohm's... forearm, which was the highest spot he could reach without any effort. He raised his face and shouted: "You want to call him Mr. Flamel, you're not a big deal." You little brat!"

Ohm helplessly looked at this old man who admired Nico Flamel even more than he did. He immediately obeyed and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Ollivander, do you know where Mr. Flamel has gone?"

"He said that he went to find the British Army stationed outside Hogsmeade Village, saying that he wanted to recruit a few Muggles to do Thunder Warrior transformation surgery." Ollivander's expression suddenly softened, and he shook his head in distress. : "It's true that he doesn't know how to wear an extra cloak when going out in the cold weather. If he catches a cold, then..."

Listening to Mr. Ollivander's nagging complaints, Om didn't know why he suddenly remembered what Nico said about Dumbledore who liked the same sex, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

Mr. Ollivander, should he treat Nico...

"I always feel that you are thinking of something very rude." Ollivander suddenly turned his head and locked Ohm's dark eyes with his pair of light-colored eyes like the moon.

"No, no, no..." Ohm waved his hands to deny, calling Vulkan, "Change the production line of the original magic sword to the production of bolters and magic revolvers. I will see the first batch of finished products tomorrow morning. Also , we must remember to reduce the promethium content in the bolt bullets to one-half of its current level."

"The drawings of the Magic Revolver are on my usual table. Go get them yourself." Ollivander nodded to Vulkan and said.

"I obey your will!" The big servitor gave Ohm an eagle salute and was about to walk out of the test site.

"Ahem, what is that..." Fiorina stopped Vulcan. She lowered her head and tapped her toes on the floor, "The promethium content should be reduced to one-tenth of its current level..."

Ohm expressionlessly turned to look at this gray-haired dumpling who was eager to commit suicide: "How much did you add? Give it to me honestly."

Fiorina blinked her big flashing eyes and raised her head pitifully: "How can one hundred percent be enough? Of course it's one thousand percent - eh! Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight! I have power armor Why can’t you move?! Don’t pull at my armor plate, or I’ll sue you for molestation! Wait! I actually—ouch!!!”