Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Deep in a secret bunker.

"Commander Hubert..."

A bald staff officer frequently wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief, and said uneasily to Hubert who was standing in the carriage: "Leave that giant there to dry." , is this, is this really good... I mean, the giant came to help us, shouldn’t we welcome him and ask him about his purpose?”

Hubert, who had no hair or beard and was as shriveled as an old walnut, turned his head and glanced at the staff officer coldly, turned back to carefully examine the huge and ridiculous sword lying on the floor, and said in a hoarse voice. : "Bernard, you haven't been in contact with them, so you don't understand the character of those guys who call themselves 'wizards'. But I have been in contact with them, and I know their greedy behavior very well. This stupid guy must be trying to get rid of me. He transferred a few more regiments to guard his small and shabby village, because these wizards are a group of shameless and incompetent idiots!"

The old man turned back and stared at the giant sword on the floor that was shining with runes, as if he was hypnotizing himself: "What bullshit magic is just a trick to trick children... As long as we can figure out the secret in this sword, We can be as powerful as this giant, no longer afraid of the threat of rats... By then, I will be the new King..."

"But, Mr. Commander!" Bernard raised his voice, "Aren't you worried that the giant will come and cause us trouble now?"

"For such a self-righteous guy, I just want to kill him for his majesty!!!"

Hubert roared, then coughed violently. His aging heart and lungs were no longer enough to support such an excited reaction.

Bernard quickly stepped forward to support the old man and patted Hubert's back to help him calm down.

But the headstrong army commander pushed him away, took two rapid breaths, and said hoarsely: "Answer me, Bernard, can't we push the front forward without his help?"

"Of course not, sir! But..." Bernard hesitated for a moment, "Without him, the casualties of our soldiers would have been very heavy."

Hubert's bloodshot eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He stared hard at Bernard's brown eyes and said, "What do you mean, we soldiers of the Royal Army are all greedy for life and afraid of death?" Are you a coward?"

This unnecessary big hat made Bernard sweat on his face. He immediately stood up straight and replied: "I have never had such an idea, sir!"

Hubert didn't care what Bernard said at all. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and put it against Bernard's chin. He seemed to be warning Bernard, but also said like he was hypnotizing himself: "There is never any magic. ...No one can seize command from me... The giant's weapons have been confiscated by us, and he no longer poses a threat to my rule! I will succeed... I will definitely succeed! As long as there is, as long as With command of the British Royal Army—"

"Royal Army?"

A deep and sonorous voice came from outside the bunker where Hubert was located, echoing clearly in the ears of this bewildered old man: "Then why did Britain collapse, the royal family die, and the army is filled by militia?"

Ohm punched through the bunker wall made of concrete and forced himself into the underground space, which was only three meters high.

Seeing the astonished Hubert, Ohm slowly stood up straight, forced the floor to collapse, and said, "First meeting, Mr. Hubert."

The dragon-slaying giant sword immediately trembled, suddenly rose into the air from the ground, and eagerly handed the hilt into Ohm's hand.

In an instant, the sword burned with pale and cold spiritual flames, completely illuminating Hubert's old face.

Ohm stretched out his left hand, and in an instant, the lightning claw broke through the layers of blockades, smashed through the [-]-centimeter-thick isolation wall, and quickly nested in the arm of the Creator.

"Perhaps you have heard my name from former Prime Minister Major, but please allow me to introduce myself again." Ohm moved the sharp five fingers of his lightning claw and said to Hubert, who was looking at him stubbornly: "Ohm, Om Messiah. I came here to bring London and your army under my command."

Now that you've shown your cards, I won't pretend anymore!

"It's impossible..." Hubert looked at the blazing giant sword in Ohm's hand and muttered absently: "It's impossible... There is no magic in the world..."

Under the helmet, Ohm narrowed his eyes slightly and released his psychic energy.

Suddenly, he clearly felt a completely stagnant magic power like stagnant water from the old man in front of him.

This situation is generally called a "squib" in the magical world.

Judging from Hubert's active denial of the existence of your magic, he should know the existence of the magical world, but Hogwarts will not recruit squibs, which means that it was his family who told him about the magical world. existence, there is at least one wizard among his parents.

It's really interesting that the top commander of the army is actually a squib with wizard blood flowing through his veins!

He hates magic so much. Has he ever been discriminated against because of his identity as a Squib?

It's pathetic...but that's all.

Because of personal likes and dislikes, innocent soldiers are pushed into more dangerous battlefields. Beings who are selfish, willful, and arbitrary to such a terrifying level cannot be forgiven at all!

"Mr. Hubert, please hand over your command." Ohm said coldly, "I will let you live a stable life in Hogsmeade and you will never have to fight on the front line again."

"impossible!!!"

Hubert screamed: "You want to rebel, don't you?! You want to support your own troops and become a warlord who dominates one side, right?! I tell you, don't even think about it! As long as I am alive one day, you wizards It’s impossible to climb out of the gutter, let alone become the master of this country! Bernard!”

Bernard, who was trying his best to reduce his presence, suddenly said: "Yes, sir!"

"Get this lying wizard out of here!" Hubert pointed at Ohm's nose tremblingly, as if he was about to die at any moment, "I don't want to see him again, hurry up!"

Bernard looked at Ohm who was grounded to the sky, then looked at the small M9 semi-automatic pistol in his hand, and silently took two steps back.

"Mr. Hubert, you don't know, do you?"

Ohm's voice was as straight as a dead man's electrocardiogram: "If we at Hogwarts hadn't been sending people to clean up the rat people around London in the past few months, relocate the surviving civilians, and eliminate the signs of the rat tide... ... Your army, which is almost entirely composed of stragglers, has long been used as food by rats. But there is one thing you are right about..."