Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The whine of the Imperial Express tearing through the air was still echoing in his ears. Ohm fell into a brief silence at Fiorina's words, and then showed his gentle smile of the past, raised his hand and pinched the mother of bombs as well. Cheeks, pulled hard to both sides, and said: "Your evaluation is pertinent and correct, I will remember it."

"Don't pull! Your cheeks will become flabby!"

Fiorina shook her head violently and broke free from the huge palm. Ohm could even hear her elastic cheeks bounce back to their original position with two "snaps".

"I tell you, Om Messiah! You can never do everything perfectly. Even God can't do it all, let alone a mortal like you!"

The purple-robed phoenix rubbed Ohm's cheek vigorously, and watched as his resolute face was helplessly squeezed and rounded under his hands. He couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "If someone finds out that you are being played with by me like this, , my career as emperor should be over.”

"It will end one day."

Ohm shook his head to avoid Fiorina's arbitrary tactics, his eyes full of expectation and yearning: "When the evil god no longer poses a threat to mankind, I will let the Astartes disarm and return to their fields, and then take you and your son with me We live in seclusion. Then I will no longer be the emperor of all people, but only your husband and the father of your children."

Hearing these words, Fiorina's expression became a little lonely. She let go of her hands and sat next to Ohm, leaning her body tightly against the huge body of the Supreme Being, and asked softly: "Will there be any A day like this?"

Holding his wife's shoulder, which was too slender compared to his own, Ohm picked up a stick of combat accelerant, lit it with the Flame Blade, and exhaled a thick white bitter smoke.

Staring at the starry night sky, Ohm's eyes showed a wolf-like ferocity.

Aren’t they just trillions of stars?Watch me ignite you all with the fire of purity!

Exterminate the alien civilization on it, plant the eagle flag of the empire, and spread the pure glory of mankind!

At that time, use this billion-fold increase in human glory to turn into a heavy punch and knock down the fucking evil god in one fell swoop!

Let the galaxy burn and the universe tremble!

Ohm said firmly: "There will be! If that day doesn't come, then I will go to it! I will beat it with my heavy sword and fists until it comes over willingly!"

Fiorina raised her head and looked at her man with fascination. He was the collection of all the admirable things about men in the world.

His gentle tone reflected his firm will, his sharp eyes like an eagle contained supreme kindness, his straight nose was blurred in the swirling smoke, and his black hair spread over his broad shoulders and back like a veil of night.

Just when she was dazed for a moment, Ohm suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "I suddenly thought of how to solve Graup's problem."

"Huh?" Fiorina, who was addicted to beauty, couldn't follow Ohm's thoughts and asked a dull question.

"Think about it, Harry is a reckless man and Hagrid is a hunter. In other words, Mrs. Maxim is a serious teacher, but she is usually busy with school work. With this teaching efficiency, what does Graup get? When can we learn addition and subtraction within ten?"

Ohm showed a narrow and expectant smile: "So, if you want Graup to get a legal Asian identity card as soon as possible, you need at least a qualified full-time tutor. He must be knowledgeable, have rich teaching experience, and You have to trust Hagrid completely. So, who is the most suitable candidate?"

"You mean..." A wonderful guess emerged from the bottom of her heart, and Fiorina couldn't help but widen her eyes, "...Professor Dumbledore?! But hasn't he already -"

"That's right!"

Ohm snapped his fingers, stood up from the boulder that was used as a stool, waved his hand to draw a golden portal, and said to Fiorina: "So, don't move around here, I'll catch a tutor. "

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Warp space, Tzeentch realm, Crystal Maze.

"Strange, strange, strange..."

In the study made of pure crystal, slender fingers kept moving on the knuckles of the five fingers. Dumbledore, with blue and purple wings on his back, pressed his right eyelid that was constantly jumping with his other hand, and murmured: "The nine hexagrams all indicate that I will encounter a great disaster today. But I can't figure out the origin of this disaster, and I don't even know when it will happen. It's really strange..."

On the side, Grindelwald was casually flipping through books and scrolls. In the palms of his hands, there was a strange eyeball that kept changing. The words he read floated off the page like a tadpole looking for its mother, and were all captured by these two eyes. The eyeball is sucked in, causing it to make a sticky, soft moan as it rotates.

Hearing the nagging of his old friend and partner, Grindelwald said angrily: "I think you are just too busy to panic. If you have nothing to do, you can go out and repair the crystal maze. The destruction left by the God of All Machines is still spreading. Woolen cloth!"

"I don't care about the Crystal Maze. The Lord of Changes will fix it himself." Dumbledore tugged on his long white beard, as distressed as a student whose train of thought was stuck in the process of solving a problem. "I am now I just want to know why I can’t figure out the cause of the disaster! It’s like the Japanese in World War II didn’t know when the nuclear bomb would fall on them!”

"Understandable, and maybe I can give you a hint."

Grindelwald shrugged, raised his hand and pointed at the silver "Eye of Prophecy" in his left eye, and said: "Old man, I can't see your future destiny today. So you are either dead today, Either that or the course of my life is going to change in a way that I can't fathom. I sincerely hope it's the former."

Facing his old friend's bad mouth, Dumbledore rolled his eyes angrily: "Then let me give you a reminder. I can't predict your future destiny today. I sincerely hope that no matter what happens to me, you They can all receive the same punishment as me."

"Then what does it matter?" Grindelwald flipped the books in his hands calmly, "It is not scary to have endless changes, but the most painful thing is to remain unchanged. As long as there is change, whether it is good or bad, it is the end of all change. The blessings the Lord bestows on us.”

+Is it? +

The golden door suddenly opened in the center of the crystal study, and a pair of huge palms quickly protruded from it. Without any explanation, they grabbed the back collars of the two old men who were trying to escape, and caught them with one hand.

The pure pale psychic fire washed away the bodies of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and those abominable and despicable heretical traits fell off their bodies one by one. Although their essence was still human beings after falling into the embrace of subspace, the subspace inside them The power of space has been fundamentally changed!

Grindelwald felt that he had been "corrupted" and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "It's actually the Emperor?! No wonder I can't see through the future destiny!"

"You are the last Dark Lord Grindelwald. It seems that today's trip is worth it." Ohm glanced at the old man who looked like a shriveled walnut, and then looked at the smiling white man in his other hand. The bearded old man said, "Hello, Professor Dumbledore, it's been a long time since I last saw you... I can still vividly remember the scene of you walking into Rodel Church and handing me the two hundred galleons."