Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 Textbook of the Death Curse (Thanks to Xenovia for the great health care)

"You guy..."

Ohm laughed and shook his head, squatted down so that his eyes were level with Fiorina's, stretched out his right little finger towards her, and said, "We forgot to do this last time."

"Your fingers are too thick." Fiorina complained, holding Ohm's little finger with her palm, "Is it for you or for me?"

"Of course I leave it to you." Ohm shook his arm gently.

"You're too lazy to forget it." Fiorina rolled her eyes, and then looked into Ohm's eyes very seriously, "Hang yourself with a hook, and you won't be allowed to change for 100 years. Anyone who changes is a bastard! Shit! Beast! Parasite! Bitch——”

"Enough, enough, enough." Ohm saw that the gray-haired dumpling was getting more and more excited as she spoke, and he quickly reached out to cover her mouth. "If you keep talking, you can consider publishing a complete collection of British swear words."

"I know! You blabbermouth guy..." Fiorina pulled Om's palm off her face, and her calloused palm from holding guns for many years tightly held his index finger and said, "Let's go quickly. , I’m going to starve to death.”

"Then why are you holding me? You can't walk on your own?" Om looked at Fiorina's hand holding her finger in confusion.

"I'm afraid of falling!" Fiorina was furious.

Sure enough, Uncle Ingwill was right...Boys are indeed a little later to mature than girls of the same age, both psychologically and physically.Even if this boy is three meters tall and looks like a tough guy from some late-century cartoon, he is essentially the same...

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Primaris Foundry, Proving Ground.

Moody and Flitwick stood side by side (?) at the edge of the field, holding parchment in their hands, ready to record the performance of the girl with flying brown hair in the middle of the field.

They were giving her individual lessons, infusing this top student with a wealth of knowledge so that she could master more knowledge and spells in a short period of time.

This is definitely good for someone like her who is thirsty for knowledge.

Today Professor Moody decided to teach her some gentle, kind and friendly spells, such as——

"Avada Kedavra!"

As the wand drew a lightning-shaped trajectory in the air, a dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the wand in Hermione's hand. With an explosion like rock cracking, a human-shaped target made of orichalcum exploded on her chest. Explodes a radial crater.

Moody, standing behind Hermione, nodded with satisfaction, wrote a few words on the notepad in his hand, handed it to the servo skull, and said to the panting Hermione: "Nice shot, little girl. Even if it's me At your age, you can't cast a more beautiful death curse than this."

Professor Flitwick stood on his own chair and said seriously: "Well done, but I have to remind you, Miss Granger. This is completely dark magic, although you can master it. Knowledge, learn how to use it, but you must not use it to kill people.”

"Professor Flitwick, I don't understand, why is this?"

Hermione raised her hand to adjust the laurel crown on her head. She had just used this alchemical item to exert every ounce of her magic power to the extreme in order to cast the life-killing curse that required extremely strong magic power.

"There are so many curses that can kill people. Even the intestinal evisceration curse used to treat diseases can be used to kill people - and it can also make people die more cruelly and painfully than being hit by the Death Curse. So why? Only the Death Curse is listed as the 'Unforgivable Curse'?"

"Because only the Death Curse has a direct impact on the user's soul. When you use it to kill any other creature, it will leave a 'scratch' in your soul to a greater or lesser extent."

Professor Flitwick took out a clear crystal and a diamond knife from his pocket, scratched the crystal lightly with the diamond knife, and said, "The crystal symbolizes your soul. This scratch is equivalent to the scratch you made with a rope." The 'scratches' produced by killing beetles and other small creatures."

He was about to make a second stab when Moody, who was beside him, pulled out his wand and made a quick vertical slash at the crystal space.

In an instant, a crystal block accounting for about one-tenth of the total volume was cut off from the tip of the crystal by the old Auror's silent spell. He said in a rough voice under Professor Flitwick's dissatisfied gaze: "And This is equivalent to the damage it will do to your soul after you, a silly girl, use the Death Curse to kill medium-to-large animals such as humans."

"Will the Death Curse cause the soul to split?!"

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise: "So is this the reason why Voldemort can be resurrected repeatedly? He separated his broken souls from using too many killing curses and hid them in every corner of the world. As soon as the main body dies, you will immediately find a chance to resurrect?"

"It's not just the Death Curse, Miss Granger." Professor Flitwick shrank after hearing Voldemort's name, and then added, "It is difficult for a broken and incomplete soul to exist in the world out of thin air. They will become more afraid of the sun, wind and rain than the morning fog. So the mysterious man must have mastered the technology of how to preserve the soul fragments for a long time. I have reason to suspect that the technology was invented by the ancient Greek black magician "Despicable Herbo" The researched 'Horcrux'! Even the mysterious man—"

"Okay, now is not the time to chat!"

Moody rudely interrupted Professor Flitwick, used his wand to direct the orichalcum target to stand up again, and said to Hermione: "Go on, let me incorporate this spell into your bones!"

"Rude!" Professor Flitwick shook the hem of his tuxedo indignantly and crossed his hands on his chest glumly.

Having Moody here to teach Hermione made him feel like an unnecessary and unnecessary existence.

Just when Hermione was concentrating on tracing the trajectory of the killing curse in the air, the door to the observation room of the test site opened, and Harry poked his head in and waved the parchment in his hand to Professor Flitwick: "Professor Flitwick, Can I ask you to help me see if there is any problem with the design of the preset activation spell on the 'Saint's Wings'?"

"Of course, Harry, I'll come right away!" Professor Flitwick, who was needed, immediately became happy, jumped off his chair and walked quickly towards the door.

Hermione, who was preparing her third death curse, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's head.

It’s exactly the same as the wand trajectory of the Death Curse!

Doesn't that mean that Harry, the "savior", has always had the "Avada Kedavra" textbook template on his forehead? !

Harry saw Hermione staring at him and touched his cheek in confusion: "Did I get engine oil on my face again?"

"No...it's nothing..." Hermione said dryly, turning around to continue practicing spells.

"weird……"

Harry muttered, touching the scar on his forehead out of habit.

Recently it started to hurt again...

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"Oh! Hello, Fiorina!" Sister Malika put down the sweater she was knitting, stood up from the armchair and opened her arms to the gray-haired dumpling who came in through the door. "Nice to see you again. , is everyone in your family okay?"

"They are fine, thank you, Aunt Malika." Fiorina said generously, and took the initiative to step forward and hug Sister Malika.

"Hey! Mom, where's the hug you gave me?" Ohm said, pretending to be dissatisfied, looking at the nun who had no intention of greeting him.

Sister Malika let go of the gray-haired dumpling, smiled and hugged Om's waist: "You kid, why do you want to come back today? Are you going to stay at home tonight?"

Although she presided over a burning, Sister Malika obviously did not have any psychological burden due to the death of a guilty person. In a sense, Om's character is almost a replica of Sister Malika.

Be gentle and courteous to those with good intentions, and show no mercy to those who are guilty.

"This guy didn't eat dinner. I thought mom, the food you cooked is the best, so I brought her here to have something to eat." Ohm put his right hand around the nun's shoulder, "I won't stay to sleep today. I have to go back to the castle to take alchemy lessons."

"Okay..." Sister Malika let go of her hand with some disappointment and said to Fiorina: "I remember Lena, you like to eat fried things, right? Auntie will make fried fish for you right now."

"No need to bother, Sister Malika, I'm not picky about food." Fiorina said sheepishly.

Om nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will go to the kitchen and heat up the leftovers for her to eat. This guy has to make up for his homework later."

Before he finished speaking, Ohm saw Sister Malika and Fiorina showing frightened expressions at the same moment when they heard that he was about to enter the kitchen. When he reacted, he said angrily: "I just poured out the leftovers." It’s just heated in a pot, there’s no way or reason it will taste bad!”

"Ohm, my child..." Sister Malika considered her words carefully, "There are guests here that you need to greet. It's better for me to go to places like the kitchen..."

With that said, Sister Malika strode out, leaving the sullen Ohm where she was.

Fiorina poked his waist: "You are disliked by your mother."

Ohm was just about to double the length of Fiorina's battle report when he heard Sister Malika's scream suddenly coming from the kitchen——

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