Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

At the moment the door closed, the Emperor could clearly sense that two tiny objects, guided by the light emitted by his own subspace projection, suddenly descended into a house in northeastern England. .

The problem is solved.

In other words, since the problem is difficult to solve, it is better to solve the person who caused the problem.

At the thought of receiving the secret knowledge mastered by the 28 pure-blood tribes, the Emperor immediately summoned the psychic clone who was currently studying hard in the Black family's study.

It didn't even need to speak, just by looking at the psychic clone whose appearance and personality were exactly the same as its own, it understood what it meant.

As one of the thirteen clones, it will stay here for a period of time until it has digested all the so-called "taboo" knowledge.

The emperor stood up and gave up the sofa to his clone. The aura behind his head expanded instantly, covering him from head to toe.

The strong light flashed, and every dark corner in the dim room was soaked in brilliance.

When the light dissipated, the emperor's figure had disappeared.

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Outside No. 12 Grimmauld Place, in a newly opened cafe, a man and woman with a huge age difference were sitting by the window, reading the Empire Daily News and sipping coffee elegantly.

Their eyebrows are quite similar, and they both have almost pure white platinum hair. They look like father and daughter, but their behavior is more intimate and natural, even though the "daughter"'s hair is dyed a little rebellious. Sky blue color, "father" did not have any objection to this.

After seeing the bright light flashing in the window of Grimmauld Place, the "daughter" breathed a long sigh of relief, and her movements and behavior instantly relaxed a lot.

She slapped her "father" on the shoulder with a vicissitudes of face, and said through gritted teeth: "Draco Malfoy! Didn't you say before that we can't get too close to that existence? If he is discovered, he only needs to cast a glance Come here, we both have to finish it right then and there!”

That's right, these two men and women who look just like father and daughter are Malfoy, who has aged for some reason, and Delphi, a woman who has returned from the future!

"What I said before is, don't appear suddenly within his range of perception, and don't disappear suddenly." Malfoy took a small sip of coffee and said calmly: "People may react violently to the sudden flying stones. , but it’s hard to be wary of those tiny pebbles on the roadside. What I took advantage of was that he had the same psychological vulnerability as all humans, making us both psychologically 'invisible'."

"Fuck... If something like this happens again next time, you must tell me in advance, otherwise I will really be scared to death by the sudden appearance of the Immortal!"

Delphi picked up the cold coffee in front of him and drank it in one gulp. When he put the cup back on the bone china saucer, there was a "cluck" sound between the bottom of the cup and the plate.

She pressed her trembling palm with her other hand, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Then she adjusted her mood and said to Malfoy: "I'm ready, let's go. Let's take back Slytherin's throne together." Locket, take back my father's Horcrux. Let the great Dark Lord appear again!"

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The Wailer, bridge.

Hermione's fluffy hair and Little Cry's dazzling golden head were close together. The two of them were flipping through a book with a handsome wizard printed on the cover at the same time, and burst out with laughter like silver bells from time to time. Voice.

Suddenly, a strong flash of light completely illuminated the interior of the bridge, and the majestic and extraordinary golden-armored giant stepped out of the space.As the light extinguished, the sun-like halo behind him also dimmed, shrunk and lingered behind his head, and finally slowly disappeared and turned into nothingness.

The emperor took off the golden laurel crown on his head, the spiritual light in his eyes suddenly extinguished, and his dark eyes suddenly filled with many emotions that a mortal should have.

Now, he is Ohm.

Ohm sat in a relaxed posture on the golden throne at the top of the bridge, watching Hermione and Little Cry crying and laughing together, and asked Fiorina, who was calibrating the threads on the inner wall of the seamless titanium steel pipe: " What's wrong with Hermione? I've never seen her smile so happily while reading."

Without raising her head, Fiorina continued to use the endoscope to examine the runes engraved on the rifling, and said: "She said she was a little tired from studying and wanted to relax, so she found a casual book and flipped through it. And then that was it.”

"Her?! Hermione?! Will she be tired from studying?!"

Ohm's expression at this moment was as if he had seen Slaanesh swearing to himself, "I am not interested in your soul." It was full of post-modern deconstruction shock.

He looked at Hermione's back with some worry as she sat on the chair laughing until she was twitching: "She...could she be sick? How long has this symptom lasted?"

"About half an hour or so, I didn't pay much attention." Fiorina put the seamless titanium steel pipe in her hand into the bolt gun with satisfaction. She let out a sigh of relief and excitedly picked up the small pink gun. Bolt Pistol, yelled: "Now I can use the pink furry rabbit to fire melta bombs! With just one shot, I can blow up an entire building!"

As she said that, she inserted the pink furry rabbit into the gun case at her waist and rushed into Ohm's arms. Her big eyes blinked and said, "You haven't told me yet, what's the surprise you want to give me tonight?" What? Now you can translate for me, what is a surprise?"

"The surprise is that within three days, I will take you to Chicago, USA, for a week-long trip for two. First, eat, drink and have fun, and then go on a killing spree." Ohm kissed Fiorina gently on the tip of her nose, "Kase Those mixed-blood bastards in our college are still coveting me, and we must let the arrogant guys know who is the one who really has the initiative."

Fiorina, who had already extended the ring finger of her left hand, retracted her palm with some disappointment. Although she was a little dissatisfied, she just snorted softly, waved her fist vigorously, and said: "Go, go, go! Let those with wings... The big lizard knows who is the real boss!"

At this time, Hermione was finally reminded by Little Cry, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around from the chair, and said: "Oh, what are you doing...Hey, Om, when will you come back?" Yes, why didn’t I see you?”

"...What on earth are you reading, Hermione." Ohm said worriedly: "As your friend, I must remind you that even if you just add the effect of the Joy Spell to an item, it violates the "Empire's Addiction to the Spirit" Regulations on the Control of Classified Articles.”

"What?! Oh, no, no, I was just reading a so-called 'autobiography' written by a person."

Hermione showed the cover of the book to Ohm, and saw a wizard wearing a shiny robe with an exquisite and elegant hairstyle. He showed a bright and standard smile to everyone who looked at the cover. The eight huge and shining stars His teeth shine like gems.

The title of the book is Adventures in the Lonely Mountain: Travels with the Dead, by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This is simply a unique book, Ohm..." Hermione was still overjoyed, "This author actually wrote himself as one of the bravest warriors beside you in the Battle of Lonely Mountain. Not only did he use his long The sword has killed dozens of undead, and even helped you block a fatal blow - Pfft! Hahaha, hahahahahahahahaha! It really makes me happy, Ohm! An attack that can cause fatal danger to you , he was actually able to block it with his sword!"

Hermione pointed at the playboy-like portrait of Lockhart on the cover. The smile on her face was like a clear stream running down the mountain. She couldn't stop saying, "She's such a chick-like sissy." Whether you can afford a power sword or not is a question. It's really a big deal... Oh, by the way, this guy named Lockhart also described in detail how you were so 'affectionate' after you were saved by him. Thank you for his help. You have no idea how disgusting his writing is. Let me read you a paragraph: Oh, Lockhart, my most powerful and handsome warrior..."

"Don't! Don't! Come on, my dear Hermione, don't torture my eardrums with this kind of rubbish written to cater to a small number of readers." Ohm covered his forehead in pain, only feeling that Hermione Every letter he pronounces tap dances wildly on his eardrums,

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Harry come back yet?" Fiorina glanced at the time displayed on the bridge command terminal, "Little Beaver, don't you worry about whether your Harry will encounter any danger? ?”

"Isn't he originally on a long-term mission? It's normal to not be able to come back for a while. There's nothing to worry about."

Hermione said nonchalantly: "Now that he dares to show off even when he is sparring with me, what else in the world can put him in danger besides me? Besides, Lance Sanks is not idle. You have nothing to do, why don’t you fly to play with them?”