Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ye. Please allow me to thank your team again for assisting us in intercepting the fleeing ratmen."

Professor McGonagall stood up from behind her desk and performed the aquila salute.

Her eyes were extremely tired, because she not only had to work with other professors to maintain the "ultimate armor protection" that isolated the entire castle from radioactive dust, but was also responsible for comforting the frightened people during the defense of Hogwarts.

Even though the vice-principal, Professor Snape, helped her handle most of the school's affairs, Professor McGonagall, who was no longer young, still deeply felt the sense of depletion coming from this old body.

After the translator conveyed Professor McGonagall's words to Ye Jiangming, the tough man with a long ponytail shook his head slightly at Professor McGonagall and said, "We just did what we humans would do. There is nothing worth bragging about. But the young man who risked his own life to kill the 'Dark Lord' you call him is the real hero who deserves to be remembered and praised."

"Ohm is not dead!"

Sister Malika, who was invited as a family member to participate in discussions on funeral and other related matters, stood up suddenly, her eyes red from crying stared straight at Ye Jiangming, who was two heads taller than herself, and spoke firmly every word. Said: "My son, he is not dead, it's just that we can't find him for the time being!"

"Marika..."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and held Sister Malika's shoulders. Her eyes were sad and her voice was as gentle as possible: "Although those servitors said so, we cannot stick to the past. We should look forward. Your son wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

"You also think my son is dead?" Sister Malika suddenly turned her head to look at Professor McGonagall, with anger and disappointment in her eyes: "He gave everything to protect you, but you didn't even make an effort to find him. are you willing?!"

"Madam, I can understand your mood." After listening to the translator's interpretation, Ye Jiangming said sincerely to Sister Malika, "When I was disabled by a grenade, he was also my commander. Desperately filing a complaint with the state, demanding the best treatment for me. If not for him, I might have..."

As he spoke, Ye Jiangming pulled open the loose black trench coat on his body, showed Sister Malika his body that was almost completely replaced by machinery, and said: "Just a grenade thrown by a drug dealer, let me His body became like this, and your son detonated a tactical nuclear bomb at close range... Although I don't want to hit you, his chance of survival is really too slim..."

After listening to the translator's words, Sister Malika just glared at the foreigner hatefully, slammed the door and left the principal's office.

"Sorry, I'm rude." Professor McGonagall sat back and closed her eyes tiredly, and continued, "Let's talk in detail about your country's plan."

Ye Jiangming nodded expressionlessly and stepped aside to let out a gentle middle-aged man behind him.

"Hello, I am Yang Wenqing, a diplomat from the foreign aid delegation. It's an honor to meet you." The middle-aged man smiled and said in fluent English with a Chinese accent, "Our main appeal is how to bring all the people on the entire earth together." The living forces of mankind are united into one body.”

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Sister Malika didn't know how she got home.She walked blankly across the hall, entered her room, and sat down weakly on the edge of the bed.

Looking around, there is no trace left by Ohm though.But this room and everything around it came from Ohm. As long as she stayed in this environment, Sister Malika could feel the broken scars like cracked eggs appearing in her heart.

Listening to the cries of the children upstairs at the loss of their eldest brother, Sister Malika's eyes filled with tears again.

She couldn't remember how many times this was the first time she cried. Every time, she would grit her teeth and would rather bleed her gums than make a sound, for fear that her crying would make the children feel uneasy.

But this time, she not only felt sad, but also angry!I want to scream, I want to flood the whole world with the violent waves of sadness in my heart!

She looked at the only thing in her room that came from Rodel Church - a statue of Jesus hanging on the wall.

Looking at the god crucified on the cross, Sister Malika's thoughts suddenly returned to 12 years ago, to that same desperate afternoon.

She is also an orphan and was adopted by nuns since she was a child. This is why she believes in Catholicism.

She used to be very happy. Although life was hard and tiring, she could always fall into the arms of her "mother" after a day's work and release her fatigue in the warmth.

The nuns always praised her for being sensible and knowing how to share the burden of the orphanage.She could always take out candies from her pocket like magic, and happily stuff them into the mouths of the children in the orphanage, whether they were crying or laughing.

But she eventually got sick and died.

It seemed to be lung disease. Because she had no money to buy medicine or go to the hospital, Malika still remembers the way her "mother" lay on the bed in the church, breathing hard.

Even so, she still looked at Malika and the children around her happily and said, "Now is the happiest moment in my life."

That night, Malika knelt naked in front of the statue of Jesus all night, beating her back with a belt repeatedly, leaving her skin torn and blood flowing all over the ground, hoping to get even the slightest attention from the god.

She doesn't want any omnipotent power, as long as she can restore her mother to health!

But it didn't work.

The wooden idol is still just a wooden idol.

It wasn't until after the nun's funeral that Malika discovered a little baby boy at the foot of the statue of Jesus.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, he just looked at the world with his dark eyes.

At that moment, Sister Malika firmly believed that this was a gift from God, the Holy Spirit sent down by God.

She began to adopt him like a nun and named him "Ohm", which means the beginning of everything.After that, she maintained the existence of the orphanage with arduous work that could destroy her body, and continued to adopt more orphans.

Her faith in Jesus Christ has become more and more devout, because Sister Malika firmly believes that the arrival of Ohm is the best proof of the existence of "God".

but now!

His son is dead! ! !

Yes, although the servitors said that their creator still existed somewhere, Malika also continued to deny the death of Ohm in front of others.

But how could Sister Malika, who came from a society of ordinary people, not understand the power of the nuclear bomb?

In her heart, Ohm was definitely dead...

Will Sister Malika pray to God this time?

She picked up the chair and slammed it at the statue of Jesus, knocking the dead thing to the ground!

"You are such a useless shit god, egg god, stupid god! You can't save my mother, and you can't save my son either!" She beat the statue with a chair like crazy, "What's the use of trusting you?! I respect you What's the use of you?! Why are you so high and mighty?! With your father who plays with virgins in the stable!!! I'll get rid of you bitch, I'll get rid of you!"

click!

The chair legs could not withstand this kind of tossing and suddenly broke off. Sister Malika suddenly lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Nothing can be changed...

Even if the idol is smashed and crushed into powder, Ohm will not come back...

Sister Malika curled up on the ground uncontrollably, tears flowing silently and turbulently.

Outside the window, there was a pair of snake-like eyes staring at Sister Malika's back.

"Ohm, Messiah... I must make you pay the price for destroying my body! Just use the lives of your relatives to become the nourishment that makes me strong!"