Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Yes, he's back, with Hermione."

Fiorina helped Om adjust the collar of his shirt, carefully brushed away the folds pressed by the sweater, and said expectantly: "He also brought you a gift, saying it is a specialty of the Sons of the People Chapter, please hurry up Let’s take it apart and see if it’s my favorite Russian big leba!”

Om looked at Fiorina in surprise: "I never knew you liked Russian riba."

"Of course it's not for eating."

Fiorina explained solemnly: "Imagine that the police found a man lying in the alley. He had large gang tattoos on his body and was holding an illegal fully automatic modified firearm. This guy has a skull because of He fainted on the ground with broken bones and subcutaneous bleeding, and all the money on his body was gone. And I was just an innocent passerby who happened to pass by with a big leba."

She smiled mischievously and winked at Om: "Now you know why I like Da Lieba, right?"

"No, something is wrong."

Ohm leaned over and poked Fiorina's cheek with his finger, and said firmly: "If it were you, that person's gun would never be left!"

"Haha! You still understand me!"

Fiorina threw herself into Om's arms, kissed him gently on his neck, and said with a wicked smile like a gangster: "This is a reward for you, my black-skinned beauty~"

"My skin can only be considered bronze, no matter what, it can't be considered black!"

Ohm defended himself, put his hands under Fiorina's armpits, tore the cat-like girl off her body, held one hand in his arm, and walked towards the hall.

On the way, Fiorina gestured at the distance between Ohm's head and the ceiling, and her cheeks suddenly bulged: "You have grown taller again. I asked you why it hurt so much last night. It felt like you were being stretched." La!"

"In order to accommodate more spiritual energy and power, it is inevitable that the body will become larger..." Ohm smiled helplessly. He was already over [-] meters tall, and his head was only a fist away from the ceiling.

He used his fingertips to lift the chin of the three-meter-tall little girl in his arms, and considered his words: "Maybe...F.F., I can use magic to make my body smaller?"

"It's a good starting point, but I suggest you don't set off."

Fiorina took a bite on Ohm's fingertip, put her lips to his ear, and whispered in her warm breath: "Sister, I just like large-caliber guns~"

"You'd better talk about guns, little guy." Ohm tugged on Fiorina's ears, "Otherwise, I'm afraid that things like hamsters eating bananas will happen in the future."

"Why eat bananas?"

In the side room, Ginny, wearing a dazzling fluorescent green woolen dress, leaned out from behind the door. The contrast between the Weasley family's ancestral fiery red hair and her dress was so strong that Ohm couldn't help but He couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Hello, Ohm." The youngest daughter of the Weasley family raised her arms towards Ohm gracefully, "I am discussing the war on the French-German border with Marlenia. Are you and Fiorina interested in coming together? ?"

"I'm afraid not today, Ginny."

Ohm leaned down and shook hands with the young girl who had just become an Astartes. He placed Fiorina on the ground and said with a polite smile: "First of all, the French-German border will soon cease to exist. Secondly, F·F and I both believe that on this rare day, we should give you and Malenia more time to be alone. After all, your schoolwork and tasks will become busier in the future. It is a beautiful free time like today. But it’s even more rare.”

"Ignore him, Ginny." Marlenia's voice came from behind the door, sounding as if she hadn't gotten up yet, "This guy has his own affairs, so let's just leave him alone. By the way, this year he But you gave me a beautiful set of power armor, what did Ron give you?"

When she heard her little brother's name, the corners of Ginny's mouth suddenly dropped in disgust: "My other brothers have given me a lot of interesting gadgets. As for Ron... this guy got them some time ago. All the money has been spent, and last night you asked me to borrow ten throne silver coins!"

"Aha~" Marlenia's voice was hoarse and lazy, "It seems that I have defeated you again in my brother's competition."

"What?! Does this count?"

Ginny raised her skirt and saluted, turned around lightly in Ohm's tolerant smile, and closed the door quickly and quietly.

Not long after, Malenia let out a scream, which turned into giggles, then Ginny's exclamation, and then a sticky and thin sound...

Ohm sighed softly: "The two of them have a really good relationship, don't they?"

Fiorina raised one eyebrow and smiled narrowly: "You accepted this fact happily."

"It doesn't matter whether I am happy or unhappy!"

Ohm laughed and scolded: "Didn't you notice? When Malenia and Ginny are together, her voice and smile are much gentler and more soothing than usual. This is love, baby, it will make the lion calm down. Claws and teeth will make the eagle learn to stop and stay, and will make us calm and strong. Love is such a fucking wonderful thing!"

"Oh~" Fiorina scratched her chin thoughtfully, "Then Harry's changes can be explained."

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Holding a tray filled with various drinks, Igo trotted smoothly to the table.

This round table was specially designed for the Astartes body. The top was almost as tall as the female ratman. She could only lift the tray above her head with both hands and asked respectfully: "Lord Potter, do you want to drink?" What to order?”

"First of all, please call me comrade!"

The weather-beaten Harry resolutely corrected Egg's name. The Siberian ice edges carved firm lines on his face, and his eyes shone brightly like morning stars, bursting out with an unshakable light.

He carefully looked at the various drinks on the tray, and finally chose a shot of butterbeer without added alcohol, and said loudly to the rat maid: "Thank you for your service, Egg."

"I am deeply honored by your thanks, Comrade Potter." Egg responded gracefully, bowed back gracefully, and disappeared into the darkness in the corner.

"Aquila, Harry." Hermione covered her forehead with her hands and looked at her boyfriend, who seemed to have been completely assimilated by red thoughts, "How did you become like this?"

"Don't be nervous, Hermione, I have nothing against the Empire's ideas."

Harry spoke calmly, raised his head and took a sip of butterbeer, looked directly into his girlfriend's eyes, and said, "In that country, I witnessed the rise and decline of that great idea, and watched the once powerful country fall apart. This made me think about a question - is there really a perfect doctrine and system in this world?"

"Then what's the answer you've come up with?" Hermione pulled out a bolt gun from her makeup bag with a sad look on her face, and pressed a single bomb into the barrel. "I suggest you answer this question carefully, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to I'll shoot you myself."

"The answer is - there is no perfect system in this world, only the most appropriate system."

Harry's eyes were shining, full of admiration and expectation: "In this world where evil gods are rampant and heretics are everywhere, the existence of the Sky Eagle Empire is the most suitable system! Look at how many cultists we have killed! Look at us How many civilians have been saved! Hermione, there may be no savior in the world, but there are us imperial soldiers! Any evil will eventually be slaughtered and purified!"

Hermione nodded with satisfaction and pulled the bomb out of the gun: "It seems that you did learn a lot in that country, which made your originally naive and flat worldview a lot more three-dimensional. However, this should not affect your ability to give A loving kiss from me?"

"Of course, morдopoгon. (Russian: my dear)"

Harry held Hermione's cheek, gave her a deep kiss of lips and tongue, and whispered: "Your lips are as intoxicating as vodka, my little beaver."

"Don't call me that!" Hermione bit Harry's nose angrily, looked around, and whispered, "You can only call me at home, do you hear me?"

"Oh! Miss Know-It-All, my home is your home, please don't be so cramped!"

Ohm was talking and laughing loudly, walked into the hall amidst Hermione's white eyes, opened his arms and hugged Harry, who was also smiling.

"Merlin's trousers!" Om looked at the curly whiskers on Harry's cheeks, "Harry James Potter! Did you sew a piece of bearskin to your chin?"