Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

When the last word was sung, the restaurant instantly returned to silence. The students who had developed the habit of ordering and forbidding no longer made random noises as before. They just stood there, waiting for Professor McGonagall's next order.

As always, Professor McGonagall took a piece of parchment and walked to the side of the silver throne where the Sorting Hat was, held the tip of the Sorting Hat and picked it up. At the same time, she unfolded the parchment and said loudly: "Who am I calling?" Anyone with a name will come up, put on his hat, and wait for sorting."

Aaron felt nervous for no reason, and he felt his palms begin to sweat.

Marlenia looked much calmer, but her fingers kept tapping her brass prosthetic foot at her side, as if she was trying to soothe her heart through this action.

Professor McGonagall straightened her arms, narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the letters on the parchment that were much denser than in previous years, and said, "Artorius Abraham!"

(Note: Abraham. It starts with A, not Y.)

A tall and thin boy emerged from the crowd, walked quickly to the silver throne, and sat on it.

The Sorting Hat covered half of his head, and soon the wide slit on the brim opened: "Hufflepuff!"

The evil badgers wearing yellow power armor with black edges clenched their fists and hammered their breastplates vigorously, making a loud sound like war drums to welcome newcomers to join their ranks.

Artetellius quickly took off his Sorting Hat and trotted over to the long table in the Badger Court.

This group of ferocious honey badgers showed a barely friendly smile, and raised their middle fingers at Artorius: "FUCKYOU!"

Artorius raised his two middle fingers without hesitation and said back: "FUCKYOU, TOO!"

McMillan laughed out loud, bumped Cedric next to him with his shoulder armor, and said softly: "Fuck, this kid has a future."

Professor McGonagall continued to give names in alphabetical order, and one after another new students sat on the silver throne and entered each college under the arrangement of the Sorting Hat.

However, at an angle that the students cannot see, behind the back of the Silver Throne's chair, there is a row of gear wheels made of mithril.Whenever a new student sits on it, the roulette wheel, which can display up to seven digits, will rotate rapidly and present different values ​​to the professors at the teacher's desk.

The entire silver throne is a "magic number detector" developed by Professor Gorshak, who is responsible for teaching rune classes. It can clearly display the magic power reserves in each wizard's body in a digital form. .

This invention can detect a wizard's strength to a certain extent, but this does not mean that the higher the magic power, the stronger. A wizard who can use magic spells flexibly can defeat his opponent regardless of the magic power gap.

But this always plays a role in urging students to make progress. After all, no one wants to be said after the test: "Wow! Yours is so small!"

The only fly in the ointment is that when it is detected that there is no magic power in the body of the measurement object, the Silver Throne can only display seven zero eggs, and cannot detect the strength of an ordinary person.

In order to overcome this problem, Professor Gorshak's ginger hair, which was already a bit sparse, became even thinner now.

Sicarius and his sister Celestine, who like to pursue honor, were both sorted into Slytherin; Ginny, the younger sister of the Weasley family, entered Gryffindor as she wished; Aaron and his girlfriend Xi They entered Hufflepuff together, as well as Mr. Ollivander's granddaughter Valencia; Malenia argued with the Sorting Hat in her mind, and finally came to Orm's side and relaxed a long time. One breath.

As the last freshman was assigned to Ravenclaw, the professors at the teacher's desk looked at the data recorded in their hands and looked at each other. They all saw in each other's eyes the precursor to the demise of the pure-blood family.

According to data, most freshmen born from mixed-blood or Muggle families generally have higher magic power than freshmen born from pure-blood families!

In other words, in the face of real data, the theory of pure blood supremacy is the result of a group of so-called nobles' continuous lust for thousands of years!

They have completely wiped out any good genes that may have existed in their ancestors through inbreeding from generation to generation.

But this also means that the future will not be the future of a certain family, but the future of all mankind!

The professors looked at each other excitedly, knowing that they would be witnesses of the new era.

Professor McGonagall controlled the silver throne to rise into the sky, opened her arms to the students, and a smile finally appeared on her serious and rigid face: "One last time, welcome to Hogwarts! At the banquet Before I begin, I want to show you a letter. A letter from Italy, from the current Pope himself.”

Ohm frowned slightly. The relationship between the Holy See and wizards has never been a close relationship. It can be considered irreconcilable. Since the witch-hunting movement 300 years ago, there has been no possibility of relaxation between the two. He I don’t think this letter from the Pope himself would have anything good to say.

Professor McGonagall took out a piece of letter paper from the small leather pocket on her waist and gently threw it into the air.

It expanded instantly and was as huge as a movie curtain. It just floated in the air, clearly presenting every word on it in front of everyone's eyes:

Dear Headmaster of Hogwarts, Ms. Minerva McGonagall,

I have taken the liberty to write to you, and I hope to express my gratitude to you.

I heard that Hogwarts has been established for a long time and has cultivated a large number of outstanding talents for the wizarding world, ensuring the inheritance and continuation of wizarding knowledge.This is actually a blessing. After learning that there are so many lost people overseas who have not yet returned to the Lord’s grace, I found the ultimate goal for myself in this life - to prevent those who do not respect God, do not chant scriptures, and do not Repentant sinner, restored to the light of God!

However, the Lord says: He who does not know my name will not sin.Therefore, I have sent you a thousand copies of the Bible, hoping that you can lead your students to read the full text carefully, deeply feel the glory and greatness of the Lord, and kneel down in repentance while weeping over their dirty deeds.I will also send priests at that time to build a place of divine blessing in your fortress, and you will do your best to wash away the sins of your body and mind with your sweat and blood.

When you give your all to the Lord, the Lord will forgive your sins of blasphemy and restore His light to you.

May the Lord bless your lost and dirty souls, Amen.

Paul III.

For a moment, the whole restaurant could hear the drop of a needle. Everyone was dumbfounded by the Pope's extremely self-righteous words, and felt a little speechless.

It is difficult to evaluate what the wizarding world in Paul III's perception is like. I can only say that the entire article is filled with a sense of beauty that is missing from the brainstem.

That is - fart on your mother!