Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

It's Mad-Eye on the hoverbike who's back, and he's bringing gifts.

On the seat behind Moody was a man whose hands and feet were so tightly attached to his body that he couldn't even open his mouth.

This guy who was under the petrification curse - obviously - was a cultist, and not only did he use red paint to smear blasphemous symbols on his face, but he also used some kind of sharp weapon to cut off a large piece of his own chest. skin!

This gave his wound a bloody skull shape, with black and red blood scabs on the edges.

"Professor Moody, did Ohm do this?" Harry remembered that his good friend had an almost fanatical love for skeletons and asked, pointing to the huge wound on the cultist's chest.

Moody got out of the car and moved the new prosthetic leg given to him by Messiah. His magic eyes stared at the captured beast, and his normal eyes looked at Harry. He said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that I need to teach you when I go back." How to distinguish the different shapes of the wound at various times after it was formed. This wound can be easily judged from the color and hardness of the blood scab. It was formed a week ago and has nothing to do with the Messiah. Wave Mr. Ter, if you were my Auror, I would definitely force you to sleep with the corpses in the morgue every night until you could tell at a glance when the wounds were formed."

After saying that, Moody ignored Harry who lowered his head and straightened the cultist who was more stiff than a real corpse on the car seat.

At the same time, Ohm, who was wearing a black robe, folded his wings and swooped down from the air at high speed. When he was close to the ground, he suddenly stretched his wings to catch the air, and landed in the yard as light as a feather.

He came back after confirming from a distance that no one was in danger, so he was a step slower than Moody.

Although Marlenia had made up her mind to ignore her brother for the next three days, she still couldn't help but turn her head and "look" at him when she heard his voice coming back.

Only she knew about the injury on Ohm's left hand, not even her mother told her.

Although she couldn't see it, as long as she touched Ohm's left hand, which was only a skeleton, Marlenia could feel a strong sadness welling up in her heart.

Then she felt a hand that was much wider, but still familiar and reassuring, pressing on her head.

Then she heard Om whisper: "I'm fine, Marlene, don't worry about me."

"Who's worried about you?!"

Marlenia waved her hand and opened Ohm's palm, and continued to stand at the door of the yard like a door god holding her long sword without tangs: "You don't even know how to rest when you are injured. People like you will die from exhaustion at work sooner or later!"

Harry sighed: "Marlenia's mouth is still as hard as ever."

"Oh, she was born like this, with a very awkward personality. Professor Moody, has this started yet?" Ohm asked when he saw that Moody had put his wand against the cultist's head.

"If you continue to spend your time chatting, it will be over for me." Moody sneered and stretched out his hand towards Ohm, "Hurry up, boy, just like last time."

What cultist could have memories that both Moody and Ohm would value?

The answer is that this unattractive guy is the leader of the cult who initiated this village massacre!

When Ohm and Moody were hovering over the village of Autry-Saint Catchpol to watch over the students they taught, they discovered that in the deep darkness outside the village where the firelight could not shine, a man with a bloody skull wound on his chest was riding. The chariot, supported and pulled by dozens of naked girls, looked at the ruined village with joyful eyes.

This doesn't look like a good person!

So this guy was knocked to the ground by a petrifying spell from a distance by Moody and captured on the spot.It's a pity that those girls were tortured and tortured. When they saw Ohm spreading his wings and falling from the sky, they cried and laughed and strangled themselves to death.

Just because they believed they saw angels and believed they could be led to heaven.

This really shocked Ohm, and it was also the first time in his life that he, a child who grew up in church, began to seriously think about the meaning of religion to human beings.

Ohm held Moody's hand: "Let's get started."

"Legilimency, Legilimency and Observation!"

In an instant, the recent memories of this man who dedicated his body and mind to the cult emerged before Ohm's eyes.

Originally, he was a white-collar worker working for the Devon Electric Power Company, living a relatively comfortable and prosperous life with his beautiful wife and well-behaved children.He was also charitable and always liked to help others no matter what difficulties they encountered. He was nicknamed a good old man among his colleagues.

Until one day, the world suddenly changed.

First, London was inexplicably overrun by a group of rats, and then companies laid off employees en masse.

Employees like him who are over 35 years old and have no special skills are naturally fired.

Before he could get over the depression of unemployment, his only son contracted a new type of plague with a very high fatality rate, and treatment would cost a lot of money.

Without the habit of saving, he naturally had no money, so he had to borrow from those he had helped.But those people either looked away with guilt, or frankly said that they did not want to borrow, and were not willing to take out even a shilling from their pockets to lend it to themselves, an unemployed poor man.

When he returned home empty-handed, his son's body on the bed was already stiff.His wife was bedridden due to excessive grief. She was also infected with a new type of plague within a few days and died.

Under such a fatal double blow, the man went crazy.

He firmly believed that the reason for all this was that the people he had helped refused to lend him money, so after careful consideration, he went into the house of one of the young girls who had been favored by him in the middle of the night, and stabbed the sleeping thin girl on the chest. A full eight cuts.

At the moment when the girl died, his eyes penetrated the fog of the real world, passed through the endless sea of ​​skeletons, and saw the violent lord sitting on the brass throne!

He saw God!

His honorific name is Khorne!

He knows!He repented!He had an epiphany!

The source of all tragedies is because you are too kind!

As long as I continue to be so cruel and cruel, continue to kill, continue to torture, continue to fight, and continue to preach, I will one day be rewarded by the god and eternal happiness!

So he immediately cut off the skin on his chest with a knife still stained with the girl's blood, and carefully carved out the face of a skull.

Since then, he has created his own cult called the Scarlet Skull, recruiting a large number of people like him who are dissatisfied with the world and repeatedly brainwashing them with the scriptures he compiled.

Due to the failure of the British central government, local governments everywhere are busy consolidating their powers and expanding their jurisdiction, and have no time to pay attention to the large and small cults that have popped up everywhere.

And Bloody Skull developed rapidly at this perfect opportunity.

Before attacking the village of Otteri-Saint Catchpol, they had sacrificed three remote villages as sacrifices to please the Blood God.I thought I could plunder more skulls and beliefs in this larger town this time, but who would have thought that wizards who only appear in fairy tales actually live here?

Forget about wizards, where did these knights riding flying motorcycles and wearing backward yet advanced armor come from?