Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

In the next few days, the days returned to a rare calm.It was so calm that everything seemed to be back on track, back to the time when there were no rats, no evil gods, and no ban on Apparition.

So quiet and peaceful.Spring is coming, and the world is full of vitality.

Well, the above is pure lies.

First it was Ohm himself. He discovered that after he made Bangalore-style pasta for Fiorina, rumors began to spread in Hogwarts that "if you don't take the fighting class seriously, you will be killed by Professor Snape's single disciple Messiah." "Professor Ya personally poisoned" such a ridiculous rumor.

I didn't poison them. They were edible and healthy ingredients. It was just that they became harmful to my health after I mixed them.

It’s all the fault of the Evil God of Chaos!

However, the spread of this rumor raised the level of discipline in the fighting class to a higher level. Every student obeyed Ohm's instructions and wished they could complete the training goal of the class 1000%.

After all, anyone who sees Fiorina being poisoned by two mouthfuls of spaghetti until she passes out beyond recognition will be in awe of Ohm, the Breaking Bad teacher.

So much so that teachers who teach other courses now like to use the phrase "If you don't be quiet/obedient/do your homework, Professor Messiah will cook a plate of spaghetti for you" to intimidate those pricks who have no regard for school rules and regulations.

But it is precisely for this reason that the students' power armor operating skills can't be said to have made great progress, but they have taken off from the same place.

Although Fiorina said she was unwilling to be a teaching assistant, in fact, every time Ohm taught the first-year students, she was very happy to teach all the students how to use the bolt gun on Ohm's behalf.

"The sound of fire that shook the eardrums, the recoil that broke the shoulder blades, plus the smell of gunpowder filling the nasal cavity~hiss-ha-"

Fiorina greedily inhaled the green smoke from the newly fired muzzle into her nose, then exhaled it from her mouth. She excitedly raised her bolter and shouted at her classmates: "I can't even see my phantom limb." He had to pull it out on the spot! This is the real top level of violence!"

After experiencing the shocking recoil of the bolt gun and its power to easily shatter steel, Fiorina quickly gathered a group of young wizards who were impressed by the power of bolt weapons, and together they fell into the pursuit of unlimited calibers. among.

But fortunately, Ohm also has Hermione, an avid melee enthusiast who has completely given up on long-range attacks, to support him.

Every time she caught a pair for close combat training, Hermione would add a custom-made Jeth laurel wreath to the helmet of her power armor.This little device that can speed up thinking can make her opponents look like poor mime performers in ridiculous slow motion; and in the eyes of her opponents, Hermione is as elusive as a raven in the fog!

They are obviously the same model of "Platinum Horse" I-type power armor that is as bulky as a rhinoceros, but when worn on Hermione, it is as alluring as a dancer's gauze, and there is something breathtaking in her dance-like movements. The killing intent and the light of the sword.

As Hermione's achievements became higher and higher, her Jith Laurel, designed for power armor, began to become a sought-after item among young wizards.

But soon, it turned out that not everyone could adapt to the senses after accelerated thinking. Most people were affected by the strong separation of spirit and flesh because their bodies could not keep up with the speed of thinking.

In other words, their accelerated thinking told him that they had stepped forward and swung a sword, but in fact they simply stood there without any action.

This also makes the Jiesi Laurel only those students with the quickest thinking and the most superb sword skills to control it.

Ohm generously awarded these people the honorary title of "Champions" and asked the servitors to customize laurels for them.Not only did their college scores increase, but their homework was also reduced.This also made every student who copied the war prayers reluctantly regard the laurel crowns on the heads of the champions as a symbol of honor and awesomeness.

On Wednesday morning, Fiorina's dad, Bear, had a surprise for everyone.

He had connected with Dumbledore through Fiorina some time ago, and expressed his willingness to provide Hogwarts with a batch of firearms and ammunition free of charge, provided that Dumbledore allowed him to open an arms shop in Hogsmeade village.

Dumbledore readily agreed. After being baptized by Ohm, a melee wizard, he felt that the wizarding world should no longer stick to the old traditions. It was time to enter a new era in which technology and magic progressed together.

So that morning, three MiG-26 heavy transport helicopters carrying three full containers descended from the sky in the astonished eyes of a group of young wizards who were preparing for class.

Bell, who was as tall as a stick insect, nodded to Fiorina from afar, shook hands with Dumbledore with a reserved smile, and walked toward the castle together.

On the contrary, the chubby Ingwell got off the helicopter and trotted all the way to Fiorina. As if by magic, he pulled out a handful of aa12 with fluorescent orange stripes in the large white paint from his trouser pocket and handed it to Fiorina. : "This is your late Christmas gift, my dear little princess. Your dad spent several days carefully selecting it!"

Ohm saw Fiorina giving him a "What did I mean?" look, and couldn't help but turn to look at the back of Bell, who was chatting and laughing with Dumbledore.

Mr. Finlay, can't you be more frank?

Fiorina's black cat Wright also staggered out of the MiG-26 cabin. It was obvious that it was very uncomfortable with flying. It crawled into Fiorina's pants and into the girl. I don't plan to move in my arms.

Soon, the villagers of Hogsmeade discovered that a piece of land was specially designated next to the Three Broomsticks to build some kind of "Finlay General Store".

But the villagers were no longer surprised. After all, the servitor left behind by the Messiah also built a church outside the village.On the church door, on the windows, on the pillars, on the tables, there are "i"s covered with skulls everywhere. Hundreds of candles are lit day and night, and there are also those metal skeletons in red robes that are removed all day long. Apart from patrolling the streets in the village, I read a book called "The Book of Holy Sayings", which shows how evil I am.

But the sound of chanting there can really make people feel the tranquility and turmoil in their hearts, as if their truest desires have been extracted and disembowelled in front of them.And after seeing the disgusting and ugly appearance of desire, the same thoughts will not appear in my heart again.

It was as if the whole person had been washed from the inside out, feeling refreshed and clean at more than 01:30. This also made more and more villagers develop the habit of going to the church of the "Mechanicum" every day when they had nothing to do. Read the Book of Divinations or something.

Sister Malika and Ohm's younger siblings lived in a two-story house next to the church.The nun would go to the confessional in the church every day to listen to the troubles or confessions of everyone who was willing to express their feelings, and would enlighten or admonish with a gentle tone, or directly call the servitor to come over and escort away the pervert in the cubicle.

After the last fighting class on Friday afternoon, Harry, whose hair was thinning a lot, came to find Ohm on the lawn and said, "The prototype of the battle belt has been completed. Do you want to come and see the first test?" "

"So fast? That's amazing, Harry! But..." Ohm looked at the unruly bunch of black hair on Harry's head with a little worry, "You'd better change your habit of pulling your hair when you think. I am afraid that you will avoid taking 40 years of detours and directly usher in the mature Mediterranean..."

"I've already asked Madam Pomfrey for a hair growth potion, so this kind of thing - ha - doesn't matter at all." Harry tried hard to open his green eyes surrounded by thick dark circles, "That belt But this is the result of the joint efforts of me, Hermione and Mr. Ollivander during this time! Ohm, please look at my transformation!"