Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"...Mr. Malfoy, I must remind you again so that your brain, which is not much bigger than a Colombian stoat, can remember this matter deeply."

After casting a disillusionment spell on himself, Ohm heard Professor Mennes Snape say coldly: "Voldemort is completely dead, and it is impossible for him to be resurrected again. If your family still wants to return to its previous peak, it can only It is up to you, the heir, to properly run the family businesses passed down by your ancestors, instead of praying to a mentally disturbed lunatic to protect you."

"The Dark Lord is not dead yet!" Draco roared excitedly, "Dumbledore took the crown, it was his Horcrux! And Dumbledore has disappeared, the crown must have been hidden by him! In other words, there is still hope for the return of the Dark Lord!"

"I don't think Dumbledore would be stupid enough not to try to destroy the Horcrux." Snape's voice was barely above a whisper, "And what evidence do you have to prove that he would still foolishly take the diadem?" How about staying in the principal's office?"

Draco said bluntly: "I have my own intelligence channels, you don't have to worry about it. Just ask if you are willing to help me steal the diadem from the principal's office."

A brief silence.

"You know Bellatrix, right? Your mother Narcissa's sister, your aunt." Snape suddenly said.

Draco immediately replied: "Of course I do, the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate, the madwoman who takes pleasure in killing people -" "She was killed by me."

Snape raised his voice slightly, and Om outside the door could almost immediately imagine that the expression of disbelief and shock on Draco's white face with a pointed chin must be very exciting.

"What?! But! You're not-"

"I am no longer Voldemort's spy." Snape interrupted Draco's exclamation, "I will tell Principal McGonagall everything that happened today and arrange for people to investigate in detail how you learned that the diadem was in the principal's office. . This is the last reminder that Voldemort is dead, you...just take care of yourself."

After hearing the news that Snape had betrayed Voldemort, Draco gasped desperately and heavily, his eyes staring hatefully at the black-haired man in black robes in front of him. It took him a while to calm down, and he opened the door to the office and left. go out.

There was no one outside the door, but he still looked around carefully before leaving with a gloomy face.

Looking at the stooped back of the little snake, Ohm lifted the Disillusionment Curse, and while the figure emerged from the air, he bent sideways and ducked into Snape's office, closed the door and said to the Potions Professor: "He I won’t give up just like that, I will arrange for the servitor to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day to see who is passing information to him.”

"Had he put half of his opportunistic thoughts on studies, his final exam score last year would not have been just an 'A'." Snape was not surprised at all by Ohm's appearance. The psychic fluctuations when casting the Disillusionment Curse could be concealed. He was a young wizard, but he definitely couldn't deceive a professor at such a close distance.

While he was sorting out the scattered lesson plans on the table with the magic revolver engraved with lily patterns, he said with hatred: "Obviously we can make the family stronger through hard work, but we have to rely on that noseless schizophrenic. His father Lucius is also a speculator. Like father, like son. Oh, by the way..."

With the lesson plan under his arm, the Potions Professor's dull black eyes stared at Ohm motionlessly: "What are you doing here?"

"Your Potions class, of course, Professor."

Ohm showed Snape the Potions textbook in his hand and said with a smile: "Although I haven't been here for a long time, I will try my best to keep up with the teaching progress."

"..."

Snape was silent for a while, then walked around the desk and walked out the door: "Don't think that I will slow down my teaching progress and wait for you to catch up. Also, sit in the last row for me. I don't want this person to catch up." A bunch of slow sluggards are hiding behind your back."

"Okay!" Om nodded repeatedly. With Professor Snape's permission, there is no need to come in advance to reserve a seat in the future.

but.

This potions class was extremely depressing. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who came to the class were just immersed in mixing potions without even daring to raise their heads.

There was nothing I could do. The sense of oppression brought by Professor Snape on the stage was already terrifying, and now coupled with the stern and powerful fighting professor at the back of the classroom...

Attacking from the front and back, this standard open class configuration simply made the little wizards present have cold sweats running down their spines.

Although Ohm has already explained to everyone that he will not continue to hold a professorship in the next period of time and will return to study and life as a student at Hogwarts.

But his strict style as a professor during this period has accumulated a considerable reputation for him. Although it has not reached the level of Snape that can make people's skin crawl all over just by staring at it, it still makes all students afraid to do it. Make mistakes in class.

Coupled with Snape, who was already famous for his "perverted" teaching style, the atmosphere in the classroom solidified like eel jelly in the refrigerator, except for the "Purifying Skin" anti-acne potion in the crucible. There was no sound except the boiling sound.

"Even the graves are more lively than here."

This sentence was squeezed out from the gap between Fiorina's teeth. If Ohm hadn't had superb hearing, he would have thought this small sound was the flapping of mosquito wings.

When the get out of class bell rang, even Professor Snape breathed a sigh of relief because of the thawed atmosphere in the classroom. He waved his sleeves and took away all the successful or failed "Skin Cleansing Spirits" and looked at the whole room meaningfully. Ohm looked at him with an innocent face and quickly left the classroom.

"The next class is flying class." Looking at the little wizards who quickly left the classroom without looking back, Om said helplessly to Fiorina, "In the open outdoor environment, they will not be so nervous, right? ?”

"Really? I don't believe it." Fiorina said without hesitation.

"You guys have some confidence in me!" Ohm angrily snatched the book from Fiorina's hand and stuffed it into the shrine, "Speaking of which, how is the development of your seamless stretch magazine going?"

"As usual, either the space created is not regular enough, or the bolt bullets do not enter the magazine with the warhead in front and the primer behind. In short, if you don't stuff the servitor into the magazine and let him help push the bullet out, now The non-marking extended magazine at the current stage is not as useful as installing a large-capacity drum for the bolter."

Fiorina jumped up and down the steps to the first floor of the castle, and said, "There is already a prototype of a twin-mounted bolt rifle, but the recoil that is double that of an ordinary bolt rifle is not what it is now. The arms of a bunch of little shrimps can bear it, even if they put on power armor."

"It seems that the promotion of Thunder Warrior reconstruction surgery is imminent." Ohm frowned slightly and said to Fiorina with concern, "I remember that you are going to have an anvil transplant surgery next week, right? Now every day Are the daily check values ​​still normal?”

"You're in great shape. It tastes great when you eat it!" Fiorina slapped her chest loudly.

The two came to the lawn outside the castle. Although they already knew that it was Nico's handiwork, the battleship in the black lake was still so eye-catching.

Flying class professor Ms. Huo Qi is maintaining the hoverbike with several servitors. She is a super fan of this speed monster.Since the emergence of this creation that is far superior to flying broomsticks in terms of speed and comfort, flying lessons at Hogwarts have begun to rush in the direction of "Mad Max" with the permission of the principal.

Even the Quidditch team has begun riding "Nightingale" lightweight hoverbikes for daily training. This hoverbike is specially designed for competitions and can even accelerate to 500 miles per hour in three seconds!

Of course, those neglected broomsticks have many other uses, such as entertaining foreign guests, entertaining foreign guests and entertaining foreign guests.Let the group of Chinese people who have never ridden a broom fully experience the British style.

Ohm saw Yue Zhong standing on the broom with his hands behind his back in a chic manner, using only his feet to step on the "Sweeping Star" that was several rounds older than Ohm, and immediately reminded loudly: "Mr. Yue , please don’t stand on the broom!”

Hearing this, Yue Zhong, who was slowly flying ten meters above the ground, smiled heartily: "Don't worry about me, Mr. Messiah. I have been learning how to wield a sword since I could walk. Although your broomstick is not as good as my flying one, The swords are different, but the principles are the same."

"I believe in your sword-wielding skills, but!" Ohm spoke very quickly, "There's something wrong with this broom! As long as it flies higher, it will spin!"

Yue Zhong: "Huh?"

As if responding to Ohm's words, the broom under Yue Zhong's feet suddenly began to roll around like a crazy donkey, suddenly throwing Yue Zhong's feet away in two directions, and then -

Plop.

"Oh!!!" Fiorina could feel waves of phantom pain in her crotch just watching the scene, "This time it will definitely hurt like crazy!"