Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Wolf's Lair Fortress on the outskirts of Berlin.

Listening to the constant news of the fall of cities and regions from his men, the head of state's oily hair was extremely messy at the moment, as if he was wearing an abandoned bird's nest on his head.

The blond female secretary rushed into the head of state's office and shouted: "It's not good! The head of state——"

boom! ! !

A ball of sawdust suddenly exploded under the secretary's feet, and a deep bullet hole suddenly appeared on the luxurious mahogany floor, forcing the female secretary to stop in a cold sweat.

The muzzle of the shell gun in the Führer's hand floated out curls of green smoke, and two groups of unnatural flushes appeared on his pale face. He looked like a gambler who had lost all his chips, shouting hysterically: "What happened again?" !”

"Berlin..." the female secretary swallowed hard, "...has fallen!"

Just a few German words turned into an invisible heavy hammer, hitting the head of the head hard on the back of the head, making this crazy racist dictator's eyes black, like a poisonous snake that had its spine removed. Slumped limply on the office chair.

"It's over..."

He murmured to himself: "It's all over..."

The empire he wanted to build, an empire that belonged solely to the Aryan nation and spanned the entire world, suffered a head-on attack from the Sky Eagle Empire before he had even taken a step outside Europe!

Even though he was resurrected once by Rasputin's magic and made many improvements and criticisms of the ideas and propositions of the German Fourth Reich, this still could not delay the more authoritarian, authoritarian and paranoid man. The Emperor, with his huge and sharp lightning claws, will crush all of Germany to pieces!

Wait a minute...Rasputin...right!Rasputin!

Since he had a way to resurrect himself, and even developed such an extremely magical creation as "Blood of the Sage", he must have a way to save the German Fourth Reich from the brink of destruction!

The head of state himself did not realize that his thinking had unknowingly changed from "solving the problem" at the beginning to "hoping Rasputin to solve the problem." He had become the man wrapped in black robes. The man's puppet has almost completely lost the ability to think for himself.

He was completely unaware of this and just roared at the female secretary: "Where is Rasputin?! Find him for me!"

The female secretary seemed to have been frightened by the hellish battlefield outside. At this moment, facing the head of state's crazy questioning, she could not control her tears and said with sobs: "I don't know... I really don't know. …”

"Trash! You don't look like a pure-blood Aryan!"

The head of state was spitting in his mouth. He pulled the cocking handle of the shell gun in his hand manically and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the female secretary's forehead: "I will kill you now, you are a disgrace to the Aryans, you are obscene, low-level, and dirty." Waste! I——"

A pale, broad palm suddenly rested on the Führer's shoulder, looking like a creepy big spider.

This cold and familiar touch made the Führer calm down instantly. He threw away the shell gun in his hand, turned around and shouted with joy: "Rasputin! What a pleasure to see you!"

Faced with the enthusiasm of the national leader, the owner of the palm, Rasputin, showed a ghostly smile: "Yes, Head of State, I am very happy too."

"Oh! Rasputin, you must save the current German Empire!"

The head of state did not notice the weirdness in Rasputin's words at all. He just lowered his head and paced back and forth in the office worriedly: "Just use your magical magic to completely drive out the Sky Eagle Empire's army." Just cross the border! With your strength, you can definitely do it, right?"

Rasputin smiled confidently, and said confidently: "I can't do it."

The head of state suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned his head to look at Rasputin's snake-like eyes in astonishment. Like a patient who suddenly woke up from sleepwalking hysteria, he said vaguely and firmly: " You're using me."

"To be precise, the reason why I resurrected you is just because I need your face to form a large and obedient organization to help me collect the materials needed for the experiment."

The smile on Rasputin's face did not change at all, but the words coming out of his mouth were so cold and bone-chilling to the ears of the Führer.

The man, who was wrapped in a black robe, took out an extremely beautiful red gemstone from his arms. It had countless ever-changing facets, reflecting dazzling light.

It was both solid and liquid, rippling gently between Rasputin's fingers as he moved, exuding extremely strong vitality all the time.

Rasputin looked at the ruby ​​in his hand with fascination, and said softly like a poisonous snake spitting a message: "And now, my experiment has been completed - tens of thousands of soldiers who died due to the transformation of the sage's blood, tens of millions of The souls of the innocent people who died in the war allowed me to create the most perfect Philosopher's Stone in history! This is an orphan that even Nico Flamel could not refine. It is the most miraculous masterpiece in the history of alchemy. It is my The reliance of immortality!”

He suddenly took the Philosopher's Stone back into his arms, leaned forward and caressed the unshaven face of the Head of State. The face with an extremely flat nose was revealed from the shadow of the hood: "And you, Lord Head of State, are the stupidest and most ignorant person in history. Muggle, thank you for helping me fulfill my dream of immortality. Now, please go die."

"You... you can't do this..." The head of state's body was shaking like chaff, and the cold aura from the man in front of him made him hear the approaching footsteps of the God of Death. "Rasputin, my dear friend, have you forgotten? Did we have a good time?”

"Shut up! You lowly Muggle!"

Rasputin's black robe suddenly fluttered up, like a bat opening its wing membrane, revealing its blood-sucking fangs: "I am your deepest fear, I am the embodiment of the end of life, I am the master of noble blood, I am—Voldemort! Avada Kedavra!"

Dazzling green light shot out from Voldemort's fingertips and shone straight on the Führer's chest.

This ambitious politician fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off, his hands and feet curled up unnaturally, his mouth and eyes wide open, as if he wanted to say something, as if he was about to utter the last words of his life. shout.

But he has no chance.

As the body gradually lost its temperature, the Fourth German Reich completely fell.

Voldemort let out a harsh chuckle, moved his gaze to the female secretary who seemed to be frightened, and said coldly: "I have a message for the emperor. I have not forgotten the 'gift' he gave me. I will soon I will find a way to 'repay' him. Get out!"

The female secretary was still looking at Voldemort blankly, as if she had completely lost control of her body.

"Hmph, Muggles...are indeed just like pigs, imbecile and imbecile." Voldemort snorted from his nose, turned around and was about to Disapparate——

Snapped!

"Sorry, you can't leave."

In a soft tone, the slender and delicate palms tightly grasped Voldemort's wrist like an iron hoop, making the Dark Lord suddenly startled - it was the female secretary!

Why did she suddenly move?How could she have so much strength?How could she have the guts to touch her noble body?

Before he could think about it, Voldemort turned around and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"

The emerald green beam shoots out, which is thicker and brighter than the one that killed the head of state. Not only can it directly take away a person's life, but it can also directly explode the corpse into corpses all over the ground. It is not even qualified to be transformed into a walking corpse. No!

But it didn't work.

The female secretary's eyes were as bright as gas lamps, and the golden light bursting out of them almost made Voldemort unable to open his eyes. She just raised a little finger and flicked it, and directly shattered this life-threatening curse!

Voldemort's snake-like narrow pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the female secretary's figure becoming smaller and smaller as her flesh squirmed, and her blond hair also turned into jet black.

In just a blink of an eye, she changed from a tall and plump Aryan woman to a small and exquisite Asian girl. Two shallow dimples appeared in a smile on her little face with a little baby fat: "Hello, Mr. Voldemort, you may call me - Alpha."