Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Moody's eyes (two) suddenly stopped on Ohm's face, his lips were tightly closed, and his scarred brows squeezed out large wrinkles.

He almost had the words "I suspect you want to murder me" written on his forehead.

"It doesn't matter if you don't change. It's up to you." It took a lot of effort for Ohm to control the desire to roll his eyes at this old Auror suffering from persecutory delusions. He shrugged his shoulders and silently quickened his pace.

"No, wait a minute." Moody stopped Ohm and took out a glass lens about the same size as Silver Siko. When he saw this little thing lying quietly in his hand, he continued to say to Ohm. : "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to get a new leg."

Ohm didn't control it this time.

He recognized what the object Moody pulled out was - a miniature looking glass that would emit light and scream if someone with malicious intentions was around the holder.

But as far as Ohm saw the description of the mini looking glass in the book "7 Ways to Win Aurors", this little thing sometimes didn't predict whether tomorrow's weather would be cloudy or sunny by throwing shoes into the sky. The method is reliable.

And Moody actually would rather believe in such an unreliable thing than believe that he really has no malicious intentions.

More importantly, the moment Moody took out the mini looking glass from his arms, he already knew in his heart that Ohm was a person with evil intentions...

...Forget it...at least it can be regarded as a friendly omen for me...

"I'll let Vulkan send a servitor to discuss it with you." Ohm said dryly and walked towards Hagrid's hut without looking back.

He heard Moody mutter something behind him, but he didn't hear it clearly.

And Ohm didn't intend to listen to the old man's soliloquy. He strode across the frost-hardened lawn, and from a distance saw the suspended motorcycle modified by Grandpa Andre parked like a tree sprinkled with Hagrid. Outside the hut.

The low, wide stone hut was covered in thick snowflakes and looked like a piece of rye bread sprinkled with icing sugar.

The hoverbike was blown around by the cold wind. Fortunately, its exhaust pipe was firmly tied to a wooden stake inserted deep into the ground by an iron chain as thick as a finger, otherwise it would have floated to nowhere. .

As soon as he got closer, Old Iggy's desperate cry reached Om's ears: "...For the sake of Sister Malika and God! You really can't continue drinking! It's not good for your cold!" "

Followed by Grandpa Andre's thunderous and hoarse roar: "Don't mind me! When I used to fight Nazis in the British Navy, no matter what kind of illness I got, I would just drink some wine and be cured!"

"But you've already drank five bottles!!!" Old Iggy's angry roar even overwhelmed Grandpa Andre.

"Give it up Iggy, you and I both know that no one - hiccup - no one can stop your dad from drinking." The loud-tongued voice was Bernal's, and it sounded like he had drank at least a whole bottle of distilled rum. Wine, "After Little Marlene's chicken soup - burp - is delivered, we will eat it separately."

"Shut up, you guy who's been trying to persuade you to drink!" Old Iggy yelled angrily.

The conversation between the three was occasionally mixed with Hagrid's drunken whisper: "...When it hatches, I want...to take it to fly around in the Forbidden Forest first! And... We have to teach it to breathe fire, and feed it with... brandy mixed with blood... feed it!"

Moody, who followed, listened for a while, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his face, twisted his lips that were missing a large piece of flesh, and said to Ohm: "This doesn't sound like a quiet person." place."

"But we are all trustworthy people here, so it is absolutely safe."

As he spoke, Ohm ignored Moody who muttered the phrase "one of his own" and raised his hand to slam the door hard.

The hut was quiet for a moment, and then immediately started to get noisy. After a fierce physical conflict, Bernal stood up and left the comfortable wine table with two black eyes. He walked over and opened the door, and saw Ohm. visibly stunned for a moment.

"Why are you such a boring brat?" Bernal stood on the bluestone threshold, stretched his neck, and kept poking his head behind Ohm, "You should have come to visit us old guys with hot chicken soup. Where’s cute little Marlene?”

"Uncle Bernal, if you want to drink chicken soup so much..." Om narrowed his eyes with a dangerous smile, "I will cook it for you with my own hands."

Bernal just imagined the smell, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and even woke up from the wine.He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, I don't want to go to heaven so early to see the angel's breasts. Come in, it's very cold outside, come in and warm yourself up. Ah, by the way, this old man with a medal of honor on his face is ?”

He stretched out his right hand towards Moody, but looked at Ohm, obviously wanting Ohm to introduce him.

Moody glanced at the quiet looking glass in his hand, and nodded lightly to Bernal, without any intention of shaking hands.

"He is my colleague, Alastor Moody. His previous occupation made him develop the habit of not shaking hands with others." Ohm gave the embarrassed Bernal a step, stepped forward and grabbed it with his hands. With the whiskey bottle in Grandpa Andre's hand, he said to the angry old man: "Grandpa Andre, you don't want your granddaughter's child to be born without her great-grandfather, right?"

Thinking of his lovely granddaughter who just got married, Grandpa Andre made a low sound from his nose, took one last look at the wine bottle in Ohm's hand, crossed his hands and sat down next to him to sulk.

Om smiled and responded to Old Iggy's grateful look. After giving Grandpa Andre a shot of "heal as before", he lifted Hagrid, who was two feet taller than himself (65cm), from the table and placed it on the table covered with crumbs. The big bed with flower mattress.

Hagrid cast a "Silence" at Hagrid who suddenly started snoring to make what he was about to do next seem more serious. Ohm used his spiritual power to pull Percy out of the shrine, whose eyes were already dull, and put him upright. on the chair.

"Are you coming, or am I coming?" Moody asked impatiently, leaning on his crutches with both hands.

"I don't know anything about interrogation methods. Of course, I leave it to you, a professional." Ohm said modestly, making a "please" gesture in Percy's direction, and at the same time lifted the clothes above Percy's neck. Psychic mantle.

"You! What are you doing?!" The moment Percy found that he could open his jaw freely, he shouted hurriedly, his eyes constantly wandering around, trying to find a way to escape.

"Interrogation method?"

Ignoring Percy's noise, Moody just raised his eyebrows at Ohm and pulled out the wand from the pocket of his windbreaker: "We are wizards, boy! Legilimency!"