Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Never produced seeds? I thought it was a specialty of the Golden Forest!"

Ohm frowned, looked at the rather cute round seed with a solemn expression, and asked: "Then could it be the product of some subspace evil god that distorts reality?"

"Unfortunately, Ohm, I'm afraid I'm not sure of that."

Nico shook his head, put the golden seed back into Ohm's hand, and said: "The vitality contained in it is really just pure vitality. Even if it is held by a Muggle for a long time, it can only make him live longer. , does not have the reality-distorting power of subspace energy. So maybe the Golden Forest is really just glowing with the second - well, let me figure it out... the tenth spring, and maybe it finally plans to expand in this era. "

Ohm did not relax because of Nico's denial. He carefully wrapped the golden seeds with psychic energy, summoned a servitor, and said to the young child with a five-digit number: "Go tell Vulkan , I need him to help me build a box that can isolate all energy from escaping, and I approve him to use the remaining Yaojin ingots. Go ahead."

I didn't know it before, and only treated the golden seeds as ordinary gifts, and even allowed my younger brothers and sisters to be exposed to its life energy.

Just thinking about this, Ohm felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his back.

Now that Nico, a well-informed old man, has personally certified it, he must keep the golden seeds properly.

Faced with this kind of three-nothing product of unknown origin, unknown cause, and unknown effect, Ohm does not want to be the protagonist in the third-rate American horror movies who have extremely cheap hands and touch whatever weird and twisted things they see. A huge amount of cheap ketchup is sprayed out amidst the screams, which makes people just want to roll their eyes.

For things that can release energy on their own, whether it is gold seeds or uranium-235, there must be three attitudes.

That's caution, caution, or damn, caution!

After doing all this, Ohm turned to look at Nico, who was checking the alchemy formula while drinking coffee: "Regarding the construction of Titan, is everything going well?"

"Hmm, about 20.00% of the body frame has been completed." Nico said without raising his head, "Your servitors are very good workers and operators, and I hardly need to worry about anything other than rune carving. matter."

Ohm looked up at the huge mechanical structure above his head that was meshed together with an extremely delicate structure, and said with emotion: "I really look forward to seeing her move."

This machine does not completely adopt the posture of the Titan sleeping in the subspace, but is closer to the human form.

The castle was not so much carried by her as it was wrapped around her shoulders, at the same level as her huge, cold, majestic head.

Even the weapon configuration completely abandons the various heavy firearms like the original Titan - unfortunately, Fiorina may be disappointed.

In order to perfectly match the fighting habits of the controller Ohm, the new Titan's right arm will hold a giant sword like a sky pillar, and his left arm will be a huge lightning claw. Thousands of magic radiation ports are installed on the whole body, which can shoot every A wizard's spell is amplified and released, achieving true comprehensive defense and comprehensive attack!

Nico raised his head in surprise: "Her? So it's a daughter this time? So according to my observations of countless fathers over the years, you may forget your son's surname, but you must have already thought of your daughter's name. Right?"

(Note: In case any readers don’t know, hereby remind you: in English, “He” and “She” are two different words.)

"Ah, yes."

Ohm stretched out his hand, gently touched a chain that suddenly hung from the dome, and said softly: "This child, I hope that in the future, she will bring burning and furious punishment to all the unclean heretics who betray the glory of mankind. So. Her name is Punisher!"

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After bidding farewell to Nico, Om returned home and took a shower as agreed with Fiorina, and told Malenia that he would not be back for lunch.

After being questioned by his sister about who he was going out to eat with, Om returned to his room and put on oversized cotton pajamas, lying on the bed and squinting for a while.

Although he appeared to be completely asleep, in fact Ohm simply closed his eyes, and his mind was always thinking about how to improve the protection and power output of the power armor.

But less than two hours later, Ohm was called out of bed by the noise coming from the street.

He stood up and looked out the window, only to see a big military green car being pushed and pulled across the street by three Gryffindors wearing red power armor.

A large number of townspeople stood on the sidewalk with curious faces, pointing at the thing that looked like an oversized soap box.

"Harry, Hermione!" Orm shouted upstairs to the two Astartes pushing behind the tail of the tank, "Is that you?"

"It's us, Ohm. The one in front controlling the direction is Hermione! The one beside me is Neville!" Harry's cheerful voice came from under the helmet. He carefully lifted the tank and moved it to the side to avoid the road shoulder. The "thunderbolt explosion" aimed at the racing party broke the tracks of the tank. "Look at our trophies! Now we also have tanks at Hogwarts!"

Neville raised his hand to hold his helmet around the championship laurel, and said expectantly: "Oh, Muggle crafts are so amazing! We can ride cannons to fight cults in the future!"

"You two, please be serious! Neville, you're pushing too fast!"

Hermione's annoyed voice came from the direction of the front of the car. With one hand, she was holding a thick iron chain that looked like it had been removed from the anchor, and was dragging the tank forward like a mule.

"I'm sorry, Hermione! I was a little too excited!" Neville apologized loudly, but his pace showed no sign of slowing down. "But, if we had just pushed this little baby to the ground just a second earlier, If we go to the Primaris Workshop, we can drive this thing called a tank a second earlier! Its big gun barrel is so powerful, isn't it?"

"Then why don't you pull me from the front?!" Hermione got angry, and frightening blue magic currents pulsed on her armor. "I'll go to the back and push forward as hard as I can to see if you feel comfortable!"

"Well, although I can understand your Gryffindors' desire to show off your trophies, but-"

Om couldn't bear it anymore. He leaned out of the window and yelled: "You are three fucking wizards! You can't use your little magic wand to make this Centurion tank smaller. Take it." go?!"

"Uh, oh..." Hermione suddenly dropped the chain in her hand to the ground, and scratched her helmet decorated with fire dragon teeth in embarrassment, "Didn't I just forget about it..."

While mingling among the crowd, 017's eyes flashed.

He's a fucking wizard... Oh, Supreme Lord, your prophecy is so pleasant to the ears. I must write this sentence on the title page of the Book of Sacred Words!

(Note: prophecy, chen, four tones)