Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Really! Why are they all just like the Riddler!"

Seamus was extremely annoyed when he saw Neville being included in the tutoring team by Hermione, who liked to teach others. However, he couldn't understand anything, and his friend Dean refused to explain anything.

He had no choice but to take out the parchment from his pocket, turn his grief and anger into inspiration, and add more practical functions to the magic drill while saying angrily: "One day, I will let all of you Riddlers get out of Huo. Gwartz!”

While he was working hard, a huge, furry shadow was cast from behind, literally "blocking out the sun."

And in all of Hogwarts, apart from the half-blood giant Hagrid, the only one who can achieve this effect based on body size alone is——

"Hermione, Harry. Did you take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with us Ravenclaw in the afternoon?" Om put the rosy-cheeked Fiorina in his hand next to Hermione, and just stood facing each other. The person said, "Speaking of which, this is my first time taking Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I have to memorize the book again and review it. Where is his teaching now?"

"It's time for the chapter 'Dueling Applications of Transfiguration'. Today we will talk about the sixth section 'How to resist spells by changing your clothes'." Hermione answered without thinking, as a "know-it-all" - yes, Little Beaver has acknowledged the nickname - she won't miss an opportunity to answer questions.

After beckoning the Holy Wings servitor hovering on standby on the dome to take away the dumbbells, Harry continued: "Compared with Quirrell, the quality of Professor Moody's classes is so high. Just listening to his stories. I'll be able to learn more than Quirrell could ever teach him in his lifetime, and you really should come and hear how he dealt with those Death Eaters before."

An eager smile appeared on his face: "Those cruel methods make me really want to find a dark wizard to try my hand right away..."

Hermione raised her hand and poked his cheek, and said with a smile: "If you catch the dark wizard and don't ask me to punish him together, I will never pay attention to you again."

"That goes without saying! Of course, this kind of happiness must be shared by two people!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, picked up the pumpkin juice and touched it lightly, their smiles full of harmony and friendship.

"Hey! Doesn't anyone care about me?" Fiorina stood up from the table with the blush on her cheeks, grabbed the ice-cold pumpkin juice from Hermione's hand, and drank it in one gulp. --Cool!"

"What do you have to care about?" Hermione said with a calm expression, "Isn't it just me teasing Om with my hands again, and being taught a lesson in reverse again? Now, please go help me get another one." A bottle of pumpkin juice, I’d like it iced, thank you.”

"I want it too, but I want to drink it hot." Ohm said with a smile.

"It's so much to ask for, you might as well get it yourself!"

Despite what she said, Fiorina simply stood up, walked to the huge golden tray on the long table that held bottled drinks, and took out two bottles of pumpkin juice, one cold and one hot.

Putting it coldly into Hermione's hand, Fiorina sat down, patted the seat next to her, and said to Ohm in a tone that could not be refuted: "Sit over here."

Just as Ohm was enjoying three barrels of special red wine-roasted orichalcum slices with rubidium mashed potatoes, he noticed a sixth-grade Slytherin boy walking towards him awkwardly holding a stack of thick parchment paper.

"Professor Messiah," his voice trembled slightly nervously, his fair and chubby cheeks were rosy, and his hands were tightly holding the parchment folded into squares, "I am Vincent from the sixth grade. ·Caleros. Well, uh, I made some changes to the appearance of the power armor. Because many girls said...the current power armor will feel tight in the chest after being worn for a long time, and the sides of the hips will also be very painful, so …”

"Relax, Vincent, now I won't make you walk around the lawn like I did in fighting class." Ohm smiled and stretched out his hand, "Can I see your design first?"

"Of course." Vincent hurriedly handed over the parchment as thick as a brick and added unconfidently, "There may be many mistakes, please point them out."

"I remember that you took the rune n·e·w·ts course, right? Professor Gorshak will not let students with average grades enter his advanced class, so please have some confidence in your knowledge base. "

Ohm spread out Vincent's drawings, one of which showed the fully equipped "Platinum Horse" universal power armor. The size and parameters of each part can be seen on the parchment with runes faintly flashing on it. You can also use the wand to disassemble, assemble and replace parts directly on the parchment paper, which is very convenient.

This parchment alone is enough to prove that Vincent has indeed put a lot of effort into the research and application of runes.

And this large parchment is also fixed with dark red fire paint on many pieces of paper cut into two or three inches in size. On them are drawn black armors that are similar to universal power armor, but have completely different shapes.

Each piece of parchment with replacement parts drawn on it has a light golden arrow indicating the part to be replaced with the "Platinum Horse" type power armor. Ohm used his psychic energy to peel off and remove the ceramic steel armor plate originally attached to the power frame. Those replacement parts were then transferred to large parchment paper and combined with the powered skeleton.

At the same time, the words "Platinum Horse" type universal power armor at the top of the image also disappeared, replaced by——

"'Virtue' type battle sister power armor."

Ohm looked at the dark black armor on the drawing that was full of feminine curves and decorated with a large number of iris-shaped decorations, and calmly read out the name that belonged to her.

Indeed, if you just look at the black helmet with the white mask of this set of power armor, it is indeed easy to think of the shape of a nun's hat.

It is also easy to let myself recall Sister Malika and my mother...

"This is a name chosen by the girls." Vincent crossed his fingers uneasily in front of his belly. "They said they wanted to inherit Ms. Malika's will and become like her, able to protect the people they love with their lives. warrior. So this set of armor is called Battle Sister..."

Looking at Ohm's stiff face that seemed to be sealed by clay, his voice became smaller and smaller, almost disappearing.

"Boss Ohm..." Fiorina pressed Ohm's palm with some worry and looked up at his shadow-shrouded eyes.

She saw the sadness inside like a tidal wave.

But Ohm just closed his eyes for a moment, and the pain that penetrated his heart was forcibly suppressed by him.Gently patting the back of Fiorina's hand, he turned to look at Vincent calmly: "There is nothing wrong with the arrangement of the runes, and I also like the shape. You can take the drawings to the Primaris Workshop now, please. Vulkan helped make the first prototype."

After folding the parchment and handing it back to Vincent, Ohm smiled and patted his shoulder: "Excellent work, keep up the good work."

After being recognized by this powerful professor, Vincent trembled with excitement and shouted: "I will definitely work hard!"

Before he finished speaking, a large group of fifth- and sixth-grade girls who had been eavesdropping not far away happily rushed over and drowned Vincent. Their young and bright faces were chattering to Ohm. :

"Professor Messiah, it's us who will protect you this time!"

"Can we think of a new name, something like 'Holy Steel Rose'?"

"I think 'The Bride of the Savior' is better~"

"I'm only 12 years old, you shotacon! Professor Messiah, come to my arms!"

Vincent finally managed to escape from Rulin's legs while protecting the drawings. He was panting and adjusting his clothes. He looked back at Ohm who was surrounded by enthusiastic girls, touching and pinching him, and patted him. He held his chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "Sisters are really crazy. Fortunately, I like men."