Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

For a time, the hall of Rodel Church was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Om happily accepted the Christmas gift Harry gave him. Although these civilian foods were simple and plain, they clearly showed the route that the Son of the People would take - from the people, to the people. Go in.

"After everyone in Russia has received the favor of the People's Son, I'm afraid the whole of Russia will become the headquarters of the People's Son." Ohm looked at Harry's emerald green eyes and said half-jokingly.

It was impossible for Harry not to understand the meaning of his words.

The Sons of the People Chapter is really special. It is the only independent war group in the empire led by people from other countries, and its ideological trend is also obviously biased towards the people's mass line.

The combination of these peculiarities forced Ohm to adopt a rather ugly attitude and put political pressure on his friends.To ensure that the gene seeds and weapons and equipment delivered by the empire to the sons of the people will not be turned against the people of the empire.

As one of the leaders of the Sons of the People Chapter, Harry's next answer will directly affect the empire's attitude towards the Sons of the People Chapter.

Hearing Ohm's words, the smile on Harry's face immediately faded a lot, but he quickly recovered, as if nothing had happened, and said: "Ohm, if someone says 'Long Live the Emperor' to you , what would you say to that person?”

This question made Ohm slightly startled. He rubbed his lips, and after thinking briefly, he said: "I will tell that person: 'Long live the people'."

This was Ohm's original desire to create the empire.

The people create everything, the people control everything, and the people own everything.

Only in this way can the Empire be the Empire that Ohm envisioned, rather than a cold machine that simply conquers for the sake of conquering.

Harry smiled slightly, folded his hands on his chest, and lowered his head towards Ohm: "Long live the Emperor."

Even if our course is biased, our loyalty remains unchanged.

Om also smiled. He understood what Harry meant. He raised his hand and pulled out the golden giant sword burning with red flames from the halo behind his head, and gently placed it on Harry's shoulders: "Long live the people. "

Even though your doctrines are different, I still choose to be tolerant.

"Okay, okay, everything is settled."

Fiorina suddenly clapped her hands, hugged Hermione's waist, and said in a pretentious tone: "I am going shopping with Princess Hermione now. You two stinky men can go wherever you like." Let’s play.”

As she said that, she took out three throne gold coins from her pocket and slapped them heavily in Ohm's palm: "Remember to take Harry to eat something good, and don't worry about your crappy instant noodles."

Hermione's eyes widened: "Why did you give me the money? Where's Ohm's income?"

"This guy has no assets or shops to his name. Even this Rodel Church was left to him by his mother. He doesn't get a salary as an emperor. What a shitty income!" Fiorina smirked. He scratched Ohm's chin and said, "Let me, the only designated heir to the empire's chain of gun stores, take care of you, little Ohm~"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Om couldn't help but slapped Fiorina's dishonest hand away, and said to his partner who was also walking like a cat, "Have fun. Will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"Well - it depends~" Fiorina drawled in a long, lazy voice, dragging Hermione towards the door, "Anyway, I will be back before midnight, don't worry!"

Hermione turned back three times and said to Harry rather uneasily: "Don't eat things given to you by strangers, don't eat things off the floor, and don't drink drinks given to you by people you don't know, and... "

Fenrir in the foyer helped Fiorina close the door like a gentleman - mainly because the wind blowing in from outside the door blew his cards away - and also completely blocked out Hermione's instructions.

Ohm and Harry looked at each other, and Harry shrugged: "At least she cares about me as much as my mother does."

"Then why does your mother care about you?"

"Man, I was only one year old at the time, how could I remember that!"

The two men who had lost their mothers burst into bitter laughter, and soon fell into silence at the same time.

Finally Ohm took the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence and said, "I remember there is a Chinese restaurant two blocks away. Do you want to go out for a meal?"

"Why not?"

Harry behaved as usual. He touched the beard on his chin and looked at Ohm: "How do you plan to go out? His Majesty the Emperor visited the Chinese restaurant in person. Not to mention whether the chef in the restaurant has the courage to cook, just those ten thousand Fanatic believers in the God of Machines will probably directly cause traffic jams, right?"

"This is too simple, Harry." Ohm's body was filled with psychic light, and a layer of black and shiny hair appeared on his skin out of thin air.

His entire face began to elongate and deform, and sharp fangs poked out from the black polyps between his lips, reflecting dazzling white light in the air.

In just a few seconds, Ohm, under the disguise of psychic powers, transformed from a flawless human body into a giant werewolf that looked as if it was overdeveloped!

Ohm, who was in werewolf form, adjusted his shirt and trousers, and raised his chin to the stunned Harry: "Don't forget that the Empire is a tolerant and open country. As long as there is a legal demi-human identity certificate, even a werewolf can Be treated equally.”

"No, mainly because your body type doesn't look like a werewolf!" Harry looked up at Ohm's nose, "How many hormones did I need to take when I was a child to grow to your incredible height?"

Ohm said firmly: "I am a werewolf-giant hybrid, and each side has half of it, isn't that okay?!"

"..."

Harry gave Ohm a thumbs up: "You are the one."

…………

"Boss, bring two big bowls of meat noodles, add onions, coriander, and two cloves of garlic."

Lifting up the insulating door curtain, the warm air from the shop came in. Harry ordered the dishes with the Chinese boss familiarly, and turned to ask Ohm, who bent his back and walked into the shop door: "Can you eat green onions and coriander?"

"I'm not picky about food." Ohm replied, while looking around the store environment, he accurately targeted a table with the least oil stains on the table, took one step to the edge of the table and sat down.

Harry said to the honest boss opposite: "Add green onions and coriander to both bowls, and add more green onions to my bowl. You can just take the garlic, right, boss?"

"Oh, yes, you can catch any garlic cloves for free." The boss was pulling ramen hard behind the counter and without even having time to turn his head, he said, "Guest, from your accent, you hit the target, right? Then we were eight generations ago. Maybe they are relatives!"

"Ah, that might be because..."

Harry grabbed a handful of garlic from the garlic jar with a regretful expression on his face: "The person who taught me how to speak Chinese is his grandmother from Henan!"

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Yue Zhong, who was far away in Russia, suddenly sneezed loudly, sniffed and cursed, "What coward is talking about your grandfather behind your back!"