Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Hahahahahahaha!!! The ultimate spear of the God of All Machines! You two are like Kennedy riding in a convertible - I am so happy!"

In the Peace Hotel in Hogsmeade Village, Fiorina slapped the table and laughed so hard that her back molars were exposed.

"Ah! Shut up!"

Hermione's cheeks were red, and she stretched out her hand desperately, trying to cover the gray-haired dumpling's open mouth.

She said with shame and anger: "I must have stayed with you fools for too long! Otherwise, how could I ignore the possibility of using magic to solve the problem?! Also, who came up with the bad idea of ​​dragging the tank back? ?!”

"it's me."

Harry drank bottle after bottle of butterbeer, and his resolute and square face was full of numbness. He said: "A champion and two think tanks who are also champions came up with the best ideas when moving large items. He actually dragged it away..."

He covered his face in despair: "Tomorrow's Daily Prophet will definitely report this as a headline!"

Fiorina laughed even louder.

Ohm used a fork to pick up the Tangyang chicken nuggets that had just been served, and while coating them with sour plum powder in the dipping saucer, he said to Harry: "Don't worry, tomorrow's Daily Prophet headline will definitely not be this."

Hope for life suddenly bloomed in Harry's eyes again: "Really, Ohm?"

"Of course. Because..." Om smiled and stuffed the chicken pieces covered with sour plum powder into his mouth, pointing his thumb behind his shoulder, "...the Daily Prophet has already broadcast this matter from the news station Out!"

Behind Ohm, an alchemy TV floating on the ceiling was faithfully performing its duty, clearly showing the picture of Harry, Hermione and Neville standing beside the tank, scratching their heads stupidly!

People at other tables in the lobby were pointing at the pictures on the TV and laughing. The laughter made Harry and Hermione wish they could turn into ghosts on the spot and burrow underground never to come out again for the rest of their lives.

Especially on the TV, there is an elder sister with stiff curly hair saying in her melodious voice: "...Does the emergence of this phenomenon mean that the reform activities at Hogwarts are too radical? The inheritance of magic skills Is the lack of our wizard a precursor to the end of our wizards? Is the choice made by our prophesied savior, Om Messiah, completely correct? Please tune in to tomorrow's "Rita Talks" Watch "The Past of the Savior" and let me accompany you into the inner world of this little boy who was lucky enough to have great power. Thank you for watching, I am Rita Skeeter, and we will see you tomorrow!"

"Rita Skeeter." Hermione said with Professor Snape's expression when he saw the failed potion refining operation. "Oh, she actually insinuated that you are an opportunist! If it weren't for you, we would have been She was swamped by Voldemort’s rat tide! It’s her turn to force her to death!”

"'The precursor to the end of wizards'... She really knows how to put a big label on you, directly putting you on the opposite side of all wizards."

Harry took out the emblem of the Ordo Hereticus from his trouser pocket and pinned it on his chest, and said sadly: "Maybe I should knock on her door tonight..."

Fiorina jumped up, brandished the bolt pistol and shouted: "One shot in the chest and one in the head. The God of Death shook his head after looking at it!"

But Ohm just smiled calmly, signaled his friends to calm down, and said: "He is just a clown who uses sensational remarks to attract people's attention. Just watch it for fun. If you really come to visit me, , maybe tomorrow’s headlines will be something like: ‘Abuse of power, first step in Om Messiah’s dictatorship’.”

"Then we can't just ignore it." Harry frowned and the corners of his mouth drooped deeply - this made him look more like the American bodybuilder.

"Ignore it? How is that possible?"

Om smiled and nodded to the waiter who served Mapo Tofu to express his gratitude and said: "If we don't occupy the position of public opinion ourselves, it will be used by people like Rita to achieve their ideals. So publicize this aspect , we must take it. Oh! This thing is so spicy!"

Hermione put the moonlight sword that she had just drawn back into the scabbard. Watching Om being so spicy by Mapo Tofu that he drank a whole bottle of butterbeer in one breath, she couldn't help but ask: "What about the specifics? What are your plans?" How to do it?"

"Hiss - ha - don't forget, the Alchemy TV produced by our Primaris Workshop has an organic soul." Ohm felt that his tongue was about to lose consciousness, "And as long as it is a creation of an organic soul, Under my authority. Tomorrow, Ms. Rita will find out that her show is unavailable for some legitimate technical reason, and this will continue until she comes to her senses. It's that simple."

"Will this be effective? It's better to give her a shot!" Fiorina said, taking a bite of Mapo Tofu and jumping up on the spot.

"Actually, I don't have to do anything at all, just watch quietly."

Ohm shrugged his shoulders, handed Fiorina a bottle of butterbeer, and said: "If Rita takes the lead in advocating that we return to the previous fighting method, I don't need to worry about it. Those wizards and ordinary people who were saved by us will People will stand up and object at the first time, and this is something she absolutely does not want to see. That’s why I say she is just a clown trying to please the public, and she wants to skirt reality without having to bear the corresponding consequences. Her purity is not even "The Quibbler," which is pure nonsense, doesn't even come close."

Not to mention other places, just in the lobby of the Peace Hotel, the boos from the diners after watching Rita's show were enough to explain everything.

People just want to have fun, not fools.

When Rita complained about the useless bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic, people naturally wanted to scold them as harshly as possible, because they were really just shouting slogans but doing nothing.

And now, whether it is the Heretic Tribunal that manages the town on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, or the Astartes who kill people without blinking an eye, even though their methods are a little scary and the rules and regulations are a little strict, they are indeed Doing real things.

You, Rita Skeeter, are a small reporter. After becoming a host, you have forgotten your own name and you still want to be the Messiah who will save the people from the fire and water. Inappropriate?

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Hogsmeade TV.

No one noticed that the eyes of Rita Skeeter, who was packing up the manuscript, were shining like mist...