Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Vladimir Viktorov, Anastas Isayev, Vitaly Krupin, Serafim Bogomolov... these people are all..."

Harry looked at the old men wearing military caps and medals on their chests on the stack of yellowed medical records in his hand. Looking at their dim and firm eyes, it seemed as if he could see through the photos and see directly through his name. Strata's heart!

"The Red Army! It's the Red Army! These are socialist fighters, the bravest and most fearless beings among mankind! With them here, this town can actually turn into this ghostly state. Could it be——"

Harry held these medical records tightly in his hands, followed the information on them and the signboards hanging above his head, and rushed straight into the nearest Anastas Isaye like a furious train. In my husband's ward, I saw a shaky and dirty bed.

In the narrow and cramped room, there was a rotten fruit basket on the bedside table. A bottle that kept dropping black medicine hung above the bed, and was connected to the bottom of the dirty bedding with an infusion tube.

There seemed to be someone on the bed with "Isayev" written on the bedside, but it was completely covered by the hospital quilt. Except for a slight bulge, there was no trace of the appearance at all.

Harry wanted to reach out and lift off the quilt, but the covered thing suddenly twisted and squirmed at this moment, and let out a painful whimper.

It turned out that the bottle on the bedside was empty at some point, and the dark medicine was completely injected into the things on the bed along the infusion tube. Obviously, there was no subsequent supply, making the strange existence under the quilt restless.

But no matter how it twisted its body, it couldn't break through the shackles of the quilt, and it didn't expose even a little bit of its limbs. Only the bulging outline on the quilt could be seen.

Almost immediately, the trick-faced nurse walked in from the door of the ward with a new sling bottle. She completely ignored Harry standing beside the bed and replaced the sling bottle on the bedside.

As the dark potion filled the infusion tube again, the creature on the bed that was struggling like a living fish also became quiet at this moment, letting out a low and contented breathing.

"What kind of medicine is this? Are these ghosts injecting drugs into the Red Army soldiers?!"

Harry immediately took out a sampling needle from the tool bag on his waist, roughly pushed the sly nurse aside, lightly pricked the infusion tube, and put the needle dipped in a small amount of medicine into a small bottle of transparent In the solvent, shake it gently to allow the dark potion to fully react with the transparent solution.

The strange-faced nurse who was pushed to the ground for no reason was just about to get up and go crazy. The one eye on Harry's helmet slid directly along the cross-shaped track. He just glared coldly and let the evil spirit sit obediently. He fell to the ground, not daring to resist at all.

At this moment, the transparent solution in the vial turned into a faint red color.

"It's really drugs..."

Harry held the vial tightly in his hand and looked at the strange-faced nurse who was slumped on the ground, with a scarlet murderous intent in his single eye: "You guys really deserve to die!"

Harry is not from the Soviet Union, but he is familiar with that arduous history.

Red Army soldiers fight for the people.

And these people actually ate through the bones of the soldiers!

They sacrificed their lives and blood back then, but were they protecting such a group of drug-making scum?

Anger, like wildfire, burned through Harry's nerves.

Before the masked nurse had time to react, a roaring chain sword fell from the sky, splitting it in half from head to crotch amid the splashing blood!

Harry flicked the blood off the chainsword and lifted the quilt off the bed.

are people.

His hands and feet were chopped off, his facial features were dug out, and his whole body shriveled up like coal, leaving him only the size of a tuna.

At this moment, Harry wished so much that what he saw was an evil spirit.

But there is no if.

What's on the bed is a person.

A fallen warrior, a hero in decay.

After a brief silence, Harry took off the bolter from the outside of the thigh armor, carefully pointed the muzzle at Anastas Isayev's forehead, and said to him in not very proficient Russian: "Dear Comrade Isayev, please allow me to express my deepest regret for the fall of the red giant. However, your achievements will never be obscured by the Siberian wind and snow, and the red thoughts will never be overshadowed by a momentary Frustration and failure, just like the poplar trees beside the road, will eventually bloom when spring comes. My colleagues and I will inherit your will and determination, Intna Xonair, we, the Sky Eagles Warriors of the empire, come to inherit and realize!”

boom!

Harry walked out of the ward expressionlessly and walked into another room according to the information in the medical record.

"Dear Comrade Viktorov..."

boom!

"Dear Comrade Krupin..."

boom!

……

When the soldiers died, the flies flew, clamored, and climbed on the bodies of the soldiers. They proudly hid the soldiers' achievements, thinking that they had conquered and became noble conquerors and victors. Everything that comes from fighting the plundering warriors.

But a victorious fly remains a fly, and a dead warrior remains a warrior!

When a young man takes over the mantle of a warrior, it is the day when the foolish insect will perish!

Harry folded his hands in front of his chest in the shape of an eagle and said sincerely: "May the Golden Throne bless your brave and loyal souls."

Then, he took out his ballpoint pen and asked in a cold and unquestioning tone: "Tell me how to get to the floor where the lighthouse is!"

The ballpoint pen trembled, and there was a deep crack on the pen holder, but it still wrote steadily on the paper: "Follow the stairs and go all the way up. Only in this way can you reach the real 'roof'." "

"Huh? You seem to be different from before." Harry was keenly aware of the subtle changes in Bixian, "Tell me, what kind of resentment are you?"

The tip of the pen suddenly flew on the paper, and the bright red handwriting was no different from blood: "Me? No, it's 'we'. We are the resentment of students and teachers from the only school in this town, We wanted to protect our school from drug traffickers and prevent it from becoming a greenhouse for growing poppies and marijuana. But we failed. We were locked up in the teaching building by the drug traffickers and burned alive!"

The moment I wrote this, a large number of sparks flew out from the cracks of the ballpoint pen, like a piece of burning charcoal.

"Then your biggest enemies are drug dealers. Why would you attack the living people in this building?" Harry has not forgotten the tinplate can found at the door of Bixian's room. It is food that only humans can eat. .

Bi Xian paused for a moment and said in slow and firm handwriting: "Believe us, we never attack innocent people. Whether it is petty theft or murder like you, they are all targets of our attack. And that The people we eat have committed the crime we hate the most! That is—"

"Drug trafficking...that means there might be other drug dealers in this building."

Harry walked to the entrance of the corridor, looked at the densely packed strange eyes shining with malicious light in the dark corridor, shook his head slightly, and said: "Looking at this situation, even if there are people, they may not be intact. However, since there are so many evil spirits accumulated here, it is just right..."

He pulled out the turbid blood flag from the shrine on his waist, and used the burning magic flame to stimulate the God King Odin who was nailed on it to open his mouth with his teeth and tongue removed, and let out a hoarse howl.

"O King of the Dead, banish these evil spirits into your kingdom!"