Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Ohm, what are they doing? A duel?" Hermione squeezed next to Ohm and asked curiously.

"They are playing something very new." Ohm pointed at the two Hufflepuffs who were eager to try it. "Pay attention, they are about to start."

Before he finished speaking, following the order from George, who was the referee, MacMillan in the center of the field and the Hufflepuff he faced raised their power fists at the same time. After pushing the power to the extreme, under the low sound of breaking wind, shouted:

"Scissors! Rock! Cloth!"

Macmillan produced stone, while the other Hufflepuff produced cloth!

At this moment, the Hufflepuff punched McMillan on the helmet with a power fist, causing him to stagger and almost lose the handkerchief in his left hand.

"Fuck! That's so fucking hard!"

The face under McMillan's helmet grinned ferociously and shouted: "Again!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Macmillan was still a rock, but the other Hufflepuff was a scissors.

"It's my turn! His grandma's, take over!"

McMillan roared, pulled back his fist greatly, rounded the power fist, and threw it out hard!

The Hufflepuff could actually react and dodge, but he didn't. He just stood firmly on the spot and accurately received the punch with his face!

boom! ! !

With a loud muffled sound, the Hufflepuff took four or five steps back. Although he stubbornly did not fall down, his left hand had already torn the fragile silk handkerchief due to the retreat of his body!

"The outcome has been decided——"

George spoke in a long voice like a eunuch, jumped on the bench and loudly declared: "The winner is our well-deserved Fist of Hufflepuff - MacMillan!!!"

"YEAH!!!"

McMillan put one foot on the chair and raised his huge bright red power fist in a boastful manner.

"There can only be one strongest and toughest honey badger in Hogwarts, and that's me, MacMillan!"

His rant was met with a chorus of responses and a mixed response from those betting around him.

The one who bet on MacMillan was naturally smiling broadly; the one who bet on another player threw the note in his hand to the ground angrily and had to step on it.

Fred walked through the crowd holding a helmet full of coins, happily distributing money to the winners.

In gambling, no matter who wins, the banker will never lose.

When he walked up to Ohm, he pinched two copper plates from his helmet and put them into Ohm's hands, and said to Hermione with a surprised look on his face: "Hey, isn't this Miss Know-It-All? What, you want to take a gamble too?"

"No, I don't need to. And I have to warn you two that gambling is absolutely prohibited in Hogwarts. If you are caught by the professor, you will definitely not end well. Remember, it's 'absolutely' .”

"Hey, relax~it's okay~" George squeezed through the crowd and stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother.

"Since we dare to hold it directly in the restaurant." Fred followed George's words.

"It's because Professor Sprout allowed the emergence of this little game called 'Rage Fighting'."

"Although I think she mainly wants to prevent the honey badgers from adopting more aggressive methods to resolve conflicts."

"But all in all."

"We will not be punished by the professor!" The two said this in unison. They shook the remaining coins in their helmets and laughed contentedly amid the pleasant tinkling sound.

Ohm put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, looked over the shoulders of the Weasley brothers, looked behind them and said, "Professor Sprout, what do you think?"

The brothers' laughter stopped suddenly, and they turned their heads inch by inch like stuck robots.

Professor Sprout, who had always been kind, friendly and affable, was now red-cheeked, angrily glaring at the two people who dared to openly gamble in the school: "I do recognize the existence of anger wrestling. But how come I didn't know, Did you ever agree to the two of you gambling with cash in school?"

The students who were watching the angry fight immediately screamed and scattered, while Fred and George swallowed together and said with a smile: "Professor, we... should be considered as starting our own business, right?"

"Oh, it's over."

Ohm frowned, grabbed Hermione's clothes and silently retreated behind everyone, leaving more space for Professor Sprout.

I saw the chubby Professor Sprout effortlessly swinging the two-meter-long mithril staff and roared: "I will break your gambling right hands and tell Mo about this." Li, let her also discount your unlearned left hand!"

The Weasley brothers turned around and ran away, shouting as they ran: "No, Professor! We don't dare anymore! Don't tell my mother about this!"

However, before they could even take two steps, they bumped head-on into Professor McGonagall, who was wearing fiery red Seiko power armor, and were stopped in place by a dean-level "Petrified Everything".

They maintained their running posture, just frozen in place. Except for their eyes, which could still move around, they couldn't even move a finger.

"Angelina, Wood, you two help me move these two troublemakers to Lizzy Style Club in Hogsmeade. Yes, don't touch the helmet in their hands, just keep the current look. Let Molly Come punish these two clever guys for us."

Professor McGonagall's sharp and serious eyes glanced at the surrounding students who participated in gambling, and said: "Everyone who participated in gambling must write a review about this matter, three feet long, and hand it in tomorrow. . Don’t let me try to get away with it, I know exactly whether you are involved in this matter or not. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Listen-clear-clear-"

The students replied weakly and in long tones. The little wizards who had already lost money looked like bitter gourds at this moment.

Many people also looked at Ohm expectantly. After all, the former professor had just given Fred money. He probably didn't want to write a review, right?

Under the expectation of everyone, Ohm stepped out from the crowd and walked up to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at him and said without changing her expression: "What's the matter, Mr. Messiah?"

Even if you are a former professor, as long as you are a student now, as long as you violate school rules, I will not let you go just because of your special status.

As long as they are students of Hogwarts, they can only be treated equally in my eyes!

This is Professor McGonagall's teaching philosophy that has become even more determined after becoming the principal.

Ohm smiled slightly and took out...a roll of parchment from his pocket?

He shook it open with a "crash", and amid everyone's astonished eyes, handed the review, which was a full ten feet (about three meters) long, well-written and sincerely spoken, into the hands of Professor McGonagall, who was full of astonishment. , said: "This is the self-review material that I personally wrote after deep self-examination and reflection during my participation in gambling. Please read it, and also ask all the students here to take my review as a benchmark and have a deep understanding of gambling." On the harmfulness of the learning culture in our schools, co-create..."

The students could no longer listen to Ohm's next speech.

A long-forgotten sentence emerged in their hearts:

What about your mother?