Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The flames soaring into the sky made everyone in Hogsmeade run to the street. After a brief panic, they immediately ran towards Hogwarts Castle according to the route arranged by the Aurors some time ago.

Although I don’t know what happened, it’s definitely right to leave first!

In this Sanguinius fire as strong as blood, Ohm's thoughts were suddenly pulled away from his body by some magical power that transcended everything, and came to a completely white place.

He raised his hands, and suddenly found that his palms had returned to human form, and directly opposite him, Sister Malika was sitting on a prayer bench, looking at him with a smile.

She looked at Ohm, patted the place beside her, and motioned for him to come and sit down.

Seeing this very familiar chair that he had wiped at least a thousand times, Ohm realized where he was.

Rodel Church.

Just when Ohm's mind realized this, the surrounding scene changed in an instant.

The originally empty pure white space suddenly had boundaries, and it uniformly formed the rough stone walls of Rodel Church, the scratched wooden floor and the always dirty colored glass - of course , are also pure white.

Ohm didn't bother to observe these changes. He walked quickly towards Sister Malika. When he was about to approach, he suddenly saw a little girl curled up under the bench, wrapped in bright red skin. She looked extremely uncomfortable. biology.

Normal people should feel uncomfortable, intolerable, and even pity when they see this thing.But Ohm doesn't, he wants to jump up and stomp on its head - because this thing is fucking Voldemort!

Although his appearance has completely changed, Ohm can still recognize this piece of shit from the two-pronged socket-like nostrils!

"Don't worry about him yet, Ohm, I don't have much time." Sister Malika said gently, "Come here quickly and let me take a good look at you."

Ohm instinctively listened to Sister Malika's words. When he sat down, he discovered that Sister Malika's appearance was actually much younger than her body. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had faded, and the deep nasolabial folds had become much lighter.

This is what my mother should have looked like at this age...

Life is like a carving knife, carving Sister Malika's appearance into a vicissitudes of life, but it cannot change her still beautiful inside at all.

Her blue eyes looked at Ohm carefully and greedily, and she couldn't see enough. In the end, she just let out a long sigh: "After I leave, you must remember to eat on time, and wear warm clothes when the weather is cold. Elena, she has arrived in spring Always sneezing, don’t forget to remind her to take allergy medicine every day. And Rakad, he..."

"What are you talking about?" Hearing his mother nagging him about these trivial things, Ohm suddenly felt a surge of panic in his heart, "Aren't you going to go back with me?"

Sister Malika smiled and shook her head: "I have already stepped on the moving train, and nothing can stop it...but there is nothing wrong with that. Maybe I can see scenery there that cannot be seen in the human world."

She reached out and stroked Ohm's long black hair, wiping the tears from her eldest son's eyes with her fingers just like she did 11 years ago: "This is just the beginning of a new journey for me. But I still can't bear it. My brothers and sisters who are worried about you, remember to help me tell them: 'Mom loves you.'"

Ohm gritted his teeth so hard that they made a crisp cracking sound. He forced himself not to say anything and just nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Ohm." Sister Malika stood up and kissed Ohm's head. "Now, there is only one thing I need to do."

Soon enough, before Ohm could react, Sister Malika suddenly pulled Voldemort's weak and deformed soul out from under the bench, rounded it up, and slapped it hard on the ground, and then stamped it on him. The heel crushed its head into minced meat.

"Huh~ This makes me feel much better."

Sister Malika took off the black hat with a turban on her head and threw it on the disgusting paste on the ground. Her golden hair slanted down, and she showed a warm smile to Ohm. : "Goodbye, my son. Please don't feel sad for me, because now is the happiest moment in my life!"

The white light surged, engulfing her figure and blocking Ohm's sight.

When the light in front of him dissipated, he had returned to the Mechanical Church and returned to the human-wolf body.Sister Malika in front of her had already turned into a statue made of scarlet polonium in the red flames.She clasped her hands in front of her chest, with a satisfied smile on her raised face.

"Mom..." Om wanted to reach out and touch Sister Malika.

But the moment the fingertips touched the sculpture, it instantly disintegrated into fine metal dust that filled the sky, mixed with the sweeping spring breeze, and gently embraced the entire earth.

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Sunday.

The funeral was held in the cemetery of Hogsmeade village. In addition to Sister Malika's thirteen children, Ohm's friends, Hogwarts professors, and many villagers also came to the scene.

There was a coffin made of ceramic steel in the grave dug by Ohm himself. There was no body in it, only a cross rosary was placed.

The cross was made of tin, dark and plain, and no one except Ohm knew it was wrapped in real gold.

The funeral was short. After Ohm added the first shovelful of soil as the eldest son, all the guests present came forward in turn, whether they were wizards or Muggles, and picked up the shovel with their own hands to bid farewell to the kind nun.

When the tomb was filled, Kura La, who had a sweet voice, sang hymns for her departed mother with tears in her eyes, but she choked up after singing just a few words and threw herself into Malenia's arms and burst into tears.

The wizards took out their wands and drew circles in the air. Beautiful wreaths appeared out of thin air and were stacked on top of the tombstones.

The marble tombstone reads:

Malika Rodell

1956.7—--1992.2

Here lies a great mother with a saint-like character and a heart of gold.

After the funeral, Ohm stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, thinking nothing, just looking at the tombstone in a daze.

Until a man wearing glasses patted Ohm on the shoulder and said in a low tone: "Mr. Messiah, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please show mercy and obey."

These words with a Chinese accent made Ohm turn his head to look at the man, and saw a face as solemn as a stone statue.

"Is something wrong?" When Ohm spoke, he was startled by his hoarse voice. It turned out that he had not spoken for several days.

The man nodded and stretched out his right hand towards Ohm: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Wenqing. I am a diplomat from the Chinese Foreign Aid Delegation. Today I want to discuss with you about the export of power armor."