Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Food poisoning?"

Madam Pomfrey carefully checked the pulse of the pale-faced Fiorina, and while feeding the gray-haired dumpling the "all diseases cure" potion, she raised her eyebrows at Ohm in confusion, and asked in confusion: " Professor Messiah, this does not sound like a symptom of food poisoning. Can you tell me what evil black magic item this girl ate? Even the organs in her body began to fail!"

"Ahem...that..." Ohm scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

If it was his own cooking that caused Fiorina's current misery, then his career as a chef would be over!

That being the case, then——

Harry next to Ohm said the truth without expression: "It's spaghetti."

The air in the school hospital was as solid as No. 42 concrete.

"...I'm sorry, maybe I didn't hear clearly?" Madam Pomfrey instinctively wanted to use her wand to clean her ears. She wondered if she had heard wrongly because she hadn't cleaned the cerumen for too long.

"Unfortunately, you heard right, it was the pasta that caused her food poisoning." Hermione looked at Fiorina's purple lips and swollen face, and shook her head sadly: "Why are you so stupid? Is it so difficult to lose? What can you do if you have to try..."

Ohm opened his mouth. He wanted to quibble that the noodles he cooked were still edible, but the sauce was not mixed properly.

But looking at Fiorina's face that was as swollen as a pig's head, he felt that it was best for him to keep quiet.

Madam Pomfrey smacked her tongue with a bewildered expression, apparently unable to understand why pasta had such great power.But she didn't think much, she just got up and walked into her office, taking out a huge dark brown glass bottle.

She scooped out a large spoonful of slightly viscous light blue liquid and fed it into Fiorina's sausage-like lips, and said to the three Ohms: "Universal antidote, prepared by Professor Snape himself. Added a lot of African tree snake skin that can repair internal organs. Feed her a spoonful every four to 10 minutes, and she should be fine by tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Madam Pomfrey placed the glass bottle that looked exactly like a gas tank on the bedside table of Fiorina's hospital bed, closed the curtain, shook her head and left.

As the mute spell on the curtain came into effect, the air became completely quiet. Only then did the three of them realize that Fiorina was not completely unconscious, but had been in a state of confusion, making weak humming sounds from time to time: " ...Tyson can't even knock me down with one punch...your noodles can...you are better than Tyson..."

(Note: Tyson became famous in 1986.)

Harry seemed to have suddenly thought of something. The green eyes behind his lenses stared at Ohm suspiciously and said, "Boss Ohm, are you going to make the food taste bad just to win?"

Om said with a dull face: "Unfortunately, I don't have that ability. Those ingredients naturally turned into that way in my hands. Even I don't know what weird changes happened there."

Potatoes, onions, celery, tomatoes and curry. I obviously just mixed them together and heated them... How could this happen...

This matter cannot be explained clearly from either a scientific point of view or a magical point of view!

Then there is only one possibility... Hey!The evil god of subspace!When I was cooking just now, were you secretly adding reality distortion power to my pot? !

Hermione sighed, tucked Fiorina into the quilt, and said to Ohm in a tone that could not be refuted: "Whoever caused it will bear the responsibility. You will take care of her tonight."

Leaning over and touching Fiorina's soft gray short hair, Ohm nodded seriously: "Of course, I will take responsibility."

Don’t worry f·f, although I am terrible at cooking, I am definitely a good person at taking care of others.

Tonight, I will take care of you like Malenia.

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"Ah!"

Marlenia sneezed loudly without any warning, and the long sword she was waving came out of her hand, and hit the ground between the legs of Bernal who was peeing in the forbidden forest.

Bernal trembled violently, turned around and shouted dissatisfied: "Be careful, Marlene! My baby hasn't been opened yet!"

"Come on, even little Lani can't be fooled by your nonsense." Malenia sniffed hard and sneered: "Also, don't use your dirty hands to my knife, I will pick it up myself!"

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"By the way, it's rare that you're here, Boss Ohm." Harry pulled out a large piece of parchment from his robe pocket and spread it flat on the small table that came with the hospital bed. "It just so happens that we can discuss the issue of portable power armor together. "

Hermione nodded with deep understanding: "Now every time we wear power armor, we need servitors to help fix the power frame and install armor plates, which takes too much time. If we are suddenly attacked by the enemy, we will definitely not have that much time. Go wear power armor.”

"So you want to imitate the way I wear armor, and adjust the runes of Jiesi Laurel so that it can store a set of power armor and summon it directly when you want to use it? What a genius idea!" Ohm leaned down and took a closer look. Looking at the blueprint on the parchment, he felt that this idea was really the best.

When surrounded by rats on Christmas Eve, if everyone had a set of power armor on call, they could easily break out, and Sanguinius would not have died...

"To be precise, it should be called the Battle Laurel Wreath now. If it can be successfully produced, it can at least shorten the armor-wearing time to ten seconds." Harry pulled his hair distressedly and pointed to the rune arrangement of the laurel wreath on the drawing. , "But now we have two problems that have not been solved. One is how to make the power armor accurately wrap the user after it appears, instead of exploding the user from the inside; the second is that the surface area of ​​the laurel is too small. To achieve this function, a large number of runes need to be etched and etched, and runes that are too small will not be effective."

Hermione took over: "Even if we can ask the servitors to help make a larger laurel wreath, that would defeat the original purpose of portability."

"Then..." Ohm said slowly, "Why do we bother using laurels to achieve this function? Aren't things like clothes, pants and belts more portable and with a larger surface area?"

"Oh!" Harry beat his head in annoyance, "I should have thought of it earlier! My thinking was actually led into a dead end because of the successful development of Jiesi Laurel!"

"You don't want to blame me, do you?" Hermione's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment due to her own rigid thinking, but she still pretended to glance sideways at Harry, like a little beaver who refused to admit defeat.

"No, no." Harry shook his head repeatedly, and whispered again: "How dare I..."

Watching the interaction between the two, Ohm smiled slightly, but quickly brought the topic back: "Then, we only have to solve the problem of how to ensure that the power armor is worn accurately."

While the three of them were thinking hard about how to implement this function, Ohm heard Fiorina, who was swollen into a pig's head, humming something, but they didn't hear it clearly.

He leaned close to Fiorina's face, tilted his head and asked softly: "f·f, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Can you say it again?"

"Thunder..." Fiorina hummed out a word from her swollen lips. She had been lying on the bed listening to the three people's discussion, and did not fall asleep because of the diazepam component in the potion.

"Thunder? Are you talking about the Thunder Armor, Lena?" Hermione instantly thought of the scene of Orm wearing the Thunder Armor using the flying spell in Hagrid's cabin, and stood up excitedly, "Yes! We don't need it at all. If you’re stuck with putting on a whole set of power armor at once, you can just summon and install it part by part like Ohm!”

At this moment, the curtain was suddenly pulled open from the outside, startling Hermione.

It was Madam Pomfrey, who whispered solemnly: "Quiet. This is a hospital."