Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall took the parchment with a normal expression and said to the surrounding students: "Professor Messiah said it very well, so everyone's review length will be increased by one foot."

Amid the lamentations of the students, Professor McGonagall waved to Ohm: "Come to my office. Mr. Yang from the foreign aid delegation has something to discuss with us."

"Come right now." Ohm nodded and was about to follow.

"Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall, I have something to give to Ohm." Hermione stopped the two of them and handed the 1.4-meter long knife to Ohm. "This is what I used the moonlight sword to fight with that night. I exchanged it with Ming, please see if there is any technology on it that we can use."

The Miao Dao, which was already slender, suddenly looked even narrower when it was held by the huge Ohm.

Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and signaled, asking Ohm to finish what he was doing first. She was not so eager.

Nodding to Professor McGonagall, Ohm held up the Miao Dao with one hand, injected spiritual energy into it and observed it carefully.

With the infiltration of spiritual energy, Ohm could clearly feel that the sword in his hand was actively responding to him, starting to produce small but shocking frequency vibrations, and began to produce a strange buzzing sound in the air.

This made him slightly widen his eyes. Could this phenomenon be——

Ohm barely held the handle of the knife with four fingers and gently moved it towards the palm of his other hand.

Suddenly, Ohm's skin, which could not even be damaged by bolt bullets, was cut open by the high-frequency vibrating blade!

This convinced Ohm that what he was holding was a high-frequency knife!

Has that country in the East actually mastered this technology that transcends its time?

Sure enough, I still can't be complacent just because I have achieved some results. There is still a long way to go before Hogwarts can grow into a behemoth that can compete with the entire country.

The wound gradually shrank and disappeared under the influence of psychic energy. Ohm said to Hermione: "There are many runes on it that we have not yet come into contact with. If we can crack it, our technology will take another step forward."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, I thought this time it would be the same as last time, with defective technology."

"You are always making progress, aren't you?" Ohm handed the Miao Dao to the Holy Wings Servant who descended from the ceiling and asked him to help bring it back to the Primaris Workshop. "By the way, Hermione, can you help?" Can I supervise Fiorina as she completes her Charms homework? She was so busy throwing around the Crusher yesterday that she completely forgot about her homework, and Professor Flitwick has been talking to me about it all day."

"You should supervise her writing yourself." Hermione refused decisively, "I also have to go to the library to study with Harry, so I don't have time to take care of her."

Ohm took a deep look at Hermione, and when he saw her eyes full of desire to learn, he knew that Harry's efforts during this period were basically in vain.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked strangely.

"It's nothing. I'm going to discuss things with Professor McGonagall first. You guys can learn slowly. See you later." Ohm naturally looked away, said goodbye to her, and followed Professor McGonagall towards the third floor of the castle.

"Every time I see young people like you, I can't help but think of the time when I was still in school." Professor McGonagall said as she walked. The iron boots of her power armor stepped on the marble floor, making a sonorous and powerful sound. sound.

"Compared to Professor Dumbledore, you are still young, aren't you?" Ohm didn't know what Professor McGonagall wanted to say, but this did not prevent him from continuing the topic.

"Ha...yes, Dumbledore...is really irresponsible enough to throw the burden directly on us at this time." There was a look of nostalgia in Professor McGonagall's eyes, " You told me that he is still alive in the subspace. I really hope that one day I can walk into the subspace and break his nose again!"

Jumping over the disappearing steps, Ohm smiled and said: "Then you have to queue up, Professor McGonagall. Mr. Aberforth and Mr. Grindelwald are already fighting for who can break Professor Dumbledore's nose first." , and there was a huge quarrel in the letters.”

Professor McGonagall was noncommittal and said to the ugly blob: "Maine Coon cat."

The stone beast suddenly came to life and jumped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

"Speaking of which," Om walked sideways on the narrow stairs and said to Professor McGonagall in front of him, "What does Mr. Yang want to talk to us?"

"He didn't reveal much to me. He probably just planned to welcome a senior member of their army." Professor McGonagall said.

"People from the army?"

Ohm frowned slightly. Now the major cults and reactionary organizations in the UK have been annihilated point by point. At this sensitive time when everything is waiting for help, if high-level officials are sent over there, there is a high probability that they are coming with bad intentions.

Arriving on the eighth floor, Professor McGonagall opened the door to the principal's office, lowered her head and walked in sideways.

Ohm followed closely, but this door designed for ordinary people was really too small for him. He had to bend down to get into the principal's office. He really didn't know that the sea was as tall as himself but wider than him. What posture should Ge use to meet the principal?

As soon as he entered, Ohm saw Yang Wenqing greet him enthusiastically, as if he was the owner of this office.

He held Ohm's finger with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Messiah, I miss you so much!"

This sudden enthusiasm made Ohm's eyebrows raise immediately. He calmly took his fingers out of Yang Wenqing's hand and said, "Mr. Yang, if there is anything you need my help with, you might as well explain it more clearly. "

With a straight face, Professor McGonagall waved the mithril staff and conjured three single sofas that fit the size of three people out of thin air. He said coldly: "Mr. Yang, it's so tiring to stand and talk. Please sit down."

Yang Wenqing was not embarrassed at all, and still greeted Ohm enthusiastically: "Oh, I can't hide anything from your eyes. Come, sit down, let's sit down and talk slowly."

The three of them took their seats. Yang Wenqing looked up at the expression on Ohm's face and said cheerfully: "Mr. Messiah must have learned part of the information from Principal McGonagall. Do you have any questions about the high-level personnel our country is about to send?" What do you think?"

Ohm smiled slightly, summoned black tea with his spiritual power, took a sip, and said: "Mr. Yang is joking, I am an unofficial student, how dare I have any thoughts about people sent by your country. But we Hogg Watts has always been hospitable, so Professor McGonagall will surely arrange a grand reception banquet."

"Of course, Ohm." Professor McGonagall's voice was as smooth as ever, "We at Hogwarts have no tradition of treating guests poorly. What's more, the person who came here was a senior official of the foreign aid delegation that provided us with 'huge' help. ?”

She placed an emphasis on the word "huge," and the irony was self-evident.

Seeing that the two foxes, the old one and the young one, were talking flawlessly, Yang Wenqing gave a wry smile and said, "Let's stop talking in circles, Ms. Mag, Mr. Messiah. First of all, I want to make it clear that I am not trying to get through the so-called high-level officials. To put pressure on you. On the contrary, I hope you can treat this guest with the same attitude as ordinary visitors, or in other words - a disgrace to our foreign aid delegation."

"Interesting." Ohm smiled and added two sugar cubes to the black tea. He picked up the silver spoon with his spiritual power and stirred it slowly. "Go on and let me know what you think."

"I hope," Yang Wenqing's voice was extremely low, "he can die here!"