Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Thursday, October 1991, 31.

The air suddenly became cold and hard, and the mountains in the distance were covered with dark gray clouds and ice and snow. The cold wind was like a knife, carrying fallen leaves and crystal snowflakes, swirling in the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle.

Ohm finished his herbal medicine class in the morning and returned to the cold dormitory to take a shower. He and Fiorina went to the restaurant downstairs to fill their stomachs, and then walked to Hagrid's hut with Harry and Hermione.

Compared with the common room in Ravenclaw, which made people's hands and feet feel cold, Hagrid's hut was so warm that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and took off their heavy winter cloaks and hung them on the hangers.

"It's today, isn't it?" Hagrid said with a smile, added some brandy to the hot pumpkin juice, and handed it to the little wizards who were rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

"That's right, Hagrid, I always feel like you are looking forward to tonight's duel?" Ohm took the pumpkin juice and took a sip, only to feel a warm current rolling from his throat to his stomach, burning a path out of his cold body. .

"Oh, everyone is looking forward to it! This is the first time in so many years at Hogwarts that a student has challenged a professor, and it's a talented kid like you. Everyone wants to know what the result will be." Ge poured a large gulp of brandy into his mouth and burped.

How could Ohm not know that the everyone Hagrid was referring to was clearly "all the teachers".

He nodded helplessly, saying that he would work hard to win.

If I can defeat Professor Snape, can I ask him to help me promote my magic sword?

Recalling Snape's icicle-like eyes last night, Ohm shuddered hard and shook the thought out of his head.

Just kidding, instead of letting Professor Snape do sales with that dead face, I might as well hire a troll in the swamp to help - at least the troll can be cute and silly sometimes.

Hermione brought a large piece of pork chop to Fang. She squatted next to the feasting hound and stroked the hair on its back. She looked up at Hagrid and asked: "Hagrid, the murderer who injured the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest last time." did you find it?"

"I get angry when I talk about this!" Hagrid put the wine bottle heavily on the table and snorted the smell of wine from his nose. "After that, I squatted next to the unicorn herd all night long. I squatted for several days and nothing happened, so I came back to sleep. But just a few hours after I slept, a unicorn came over and kicked my door, saying that the murderer appeared again and injured me. I killed several unicorns! I suspect that damn bastard lives deep in the Forbidden Forest, and he knows exactly when I come and leave!"

"Then why is the murderer? Doesn't he know that harming a sacred creature like a unicorn will result in a curse?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Blood." Hagrid said, "The unicorn leader told me that after that guy injured his tribe, he couldn't wait to suck the blood with his mouth."

"That's even weirder." Ohm frowned slightly, "When his tongue comes into contact with the blood involuntarily donated by the unicorn, although he can get enough energy to continue his life, his life is destined to end badly. , who on earth would be so desperate to extend his life?"

At this time, a name passed through Ohm's mind like thunder, and he whispered: "Voldemort..."

All wizards said that Voldemort was dead, but no one had ever seen Voldemort's body with their own eyes.At the scene of the Savior's birth, there were only James, Lily, who had stopped breathing, and Harry, who was crying in the cradle.

Is it possible that he was simply seriously injured by some external force while trying to kill Harry?Is it possible that he is not dead at all, but is just lurking with his remains, quietly waiting for the moment to rise?Is it possible that he is hiding in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, watching Hagrid's every move, waiting for an opportunity to swallow the unicorn's blood?

The more Ohm thought about it, the more horrified he felt that there was such a mentally disturbed terrorist hiding so close to the students. He quickly told Hagrid his theory.

When Hagrid heard the name Voldemort, he trembled from the tip of his hair to the tips of his toes, but he just waved his hand, "Impossible! Ohm. It's impossible! After that time, I asked Professor Dumbledore to help with the search. In the entire Forbidden Forest, everything was normal except for the five-legged monster on the other side of the mountain who was a little irritable.

He took a sip of brandy and continued: "This is what Professor Dumbledore promised. That guy is definitely not a mysterious man, he is probably a hungry vampire or something. After that time, the unicorns will no longer He has not been attacked, so that guy must have died somewhere in the Forbidden Forest."

"It's too dangerous for you to live here alone, Hagrid!" Fiorina pulled out a black shotgun from her cloak, "Would you like to buy an M870 Remington for self-defense?"

Ohm was already accustomed to Fiorina's otherworldly robe. Even if she took out a rocket launcher on the spot, he would not frown.

Although he was still a little worried, out of trust in Dumbledore, he did not express it on the spot. He just wanted to find an opportunity to chat with the principal.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed in the following time. Ohm was silently oiling his armor and greatsword; Fiorina taught Hermione step by step how to use the shotgun; Harry described to Hagrid how he was selected into the Quartet. Dodgers team.

"You inherited your father's talent, Harry!" Hagrid wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth. "I knew you could do it."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Ohm checked with the three of them on the tactics they had trained during this period, and after ensuring that everyone had memorized them, Ohm handed the rubidium-plated shields to them.

Seeing that both Harry and Hermione were a little nervous, Om smiled and held their necks with his arms, "Relax, our plan is foolproof, and the final winner will only be us!"

Although they are all 11 years old, Ohm has grown rapidly since he had a full meal at Hogwarts. He is now more than a head taller than the three of them and can easily put his hands on their shoulders.

Thanks to Ohm's tall stature and abundant physical strength, he can wield the giant sword while supporting the entire armor, as if his body is not thick armor but a thin piece of paper.

He used two homemade leather straps to tie the metal wand to the inside of his left forearm, so that he could free his hand to cast the spell when necessary. Then he put on a heavy cotton-lined coat, and the preparations for wearing armor were completed.

Ohm moved his left hand against the scattered armor pieces. Suddenly, all the armor parts were suspended, flying like birds, adjusting their posture in the air.

Levitation Spell·Multicasting.

The first is the breastplate and back armor engraved with runes. After closing the front and back, the belts and buckles on both sides automatically tighten and close.Then came the armor on the limbs, covering all of Ohm's defenseless limbs, and a chain skirt and armor wrapped around his waist.Finally, there is the helmet. It opens from the side, swallowing Ohm's head, and closes automatically. The grille-like visor is lowered and buckled, revealing two deep eye holes.

When all the components were in place, Ohm's eyes glowed with blue light, and the surge of spiritual energy ignited all the runes on the armor.

The rune system's "repair as before", "armor protection", "quick recovery" and "healing as before"; the alchemy rune system's "solid as a rock", "running like the wind", "magic transmission", "magic power" Protection".

The runes flickered on the surface of the armor and disappeared, but Ohm truly felt the power of the runes blessing his body.

Ohm stroked the breastplate and whispered: "Today is your big day. I, Ohm Messiah, give you a name here. From today on, you will be my protective thunder, resisting endless open and dark arrows."

The runes on the surface of the Thunder Armor shone slightly, and Ohm vaguely felt a surge of joy in his heart. He knew that his child was responding to its name.

Ohm smiled slightly, and his mood was surprisingly peaceful, as if being in the armor was the ultimate destination in this life. He raised the giant sword that he had wrapped in a layer of rubidium and re-forged, and said: "I Ohm Messiah I give you a name here, and from today on you will be my hurricane to attack the enemy, sweeping away all invading enemies!"

The runes on the Hurricane Sword emit majestic light, and the pale psychic flames burn fiercely on the blade, echoing with the Thunder Armor. They are singing, they are praying, and they are praising!

Praise your Lord, praise your Father!

Praise be to Om Messiah!