Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Aha! That's wonderful, Albus!"

Grindelwald looked at the "dog-like" Angers in front of him, and said in his usual mocking tone: "It seems that our education will usher in spring. I hope this gentleman does not have too high requirements for the quality of the students." , otherwise we might have to find a matchbox to clean up his remaining body."

"Okay, shut your mouth, Gellert (Grindelwald's name)." Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with Angers, "I am Albus Percival Wulfric. Brian Dumbledore, welcome to join us. By the way, have you purchased any life insurance on yourself?"

Angers was slightly startled: "I thought I was just invited by Harry James Potter to take an etiquette class, but you guys made me feel like I was going to kill an adult fire dragon with a shaving knife. "

"Ha! He doesn't know anything yet! He doesn't know anything!" Grindelwald clapped his hands and laughed like a child, scaring the surrounding chickens who were pecking at the feed and running away.

"Oh, actually it's not much different."

Looking back and glaring at Grindelwald, Dumbledore spoke to Angers pleasantly, took off the apple necklace from his neck, eagerly helped the old gentleman put it on, and said, "Believe me, this student will definitely Make a deep impression on you.”

"Don't worry, old sir." Angers said to Dumbledore, who was almost the same age as him, but looked enough to be his grandfather, "I was more or less an educator before, and there were all kinds of troublesome children. I've seen it before. I'm as confident that I can do this job as a supermodel is confident that she can get double figures in 'Victoria's Secret.'"

"Very good, very good, just have this kind of mental outlook."

Dumbledore patted Angers' shoulder kindly, like a kind senior in the workplace.He stretched out his arm and gestured towards Hagrid's house: "Then, please, Mr. Hilbert."

"I hope you can still maintain your current expression after this lesson is over, gentleman boy."

Grindelwald held a chubby hen and stroked the soft and warm feathers with the smell of chicken excrement with his palms. He grinned his toothless mouth in a malicious arc and said, "Instead of feeling like a A fool who was deceived by telecom fraud and came to northern Myanmar, where the hospitable locals ripped off his waist and chopped off his hands and feet."

"This is absolutely impossible, Mr. Mean." Angers nodded to Grindelwald and confidently walked towards the spliced ​​house in front of him. "I believe that as long as they compare their feelings, any student can be... Teach well!”

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"I'm a fool."

The ragged Angers was sitting between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. His bowler hat was missing, and even one of the Oxford leather shoes on his feet was missing. The original slim-fitting suit on his body had a big crack directly from the back. His mouth and cracked monocle made him look like a bankrupt Wall Street capitalist.

He lit the Cohiba cigar with trembling fingers. Angre looked at the drifting smoke dreamily and said as if talking to himself: "I'm so stupid, really. I only thought that the students would be mixed-race, but I didn't I thought he was mixed with the blood of a fucking giant. Teach him to walk upright and he can give me a big flying kick, and even Armani kicked me away..."

"Then Graupe is quite calm today. Come on, let me help you... restore it to its original state."

Dumbledore waved his fingers to fix Angers suit, and shouted again: "Hilbert Jean Angers left leather shoe is flying!"

No response.

"I'm afraid my leather shoes are being digested in Grawp's stomach right now. It's normal for your skills to be useless." Angers noticed Dumbledore's doubtful eyes and said with relief, "He almost ate me at that time. , Hagrid couldn't stop him either... so I had to abandon the car to save him."

"You have a good attitude, boy." Grindelwald said with a sneer, "I can see that you are very suitable to be our prison cellmate."

"Prisoner?" Angers' eyes widened slightly and he turned to look at Dumbledore, "What do you mean? Am I not here to be a teacher?"

"Oh, Angers, my dear friend."

Dumbledore reached out from the inner pocket of Angers' suit and took out a contract document, which was signed by Hilbert himself and Harry. The former headmaster of Hogwarts skillfully found the terms of the term, waved and said : "The prototype appears."

In Angers' stunned expression, a line of very light handwriting slowly deepened in color, and it clearly read: Before the mixed-race giant Graup officially obtains the legal Asian qualification certificate, Party B needs to stay with the teaching subject at all times. They are under 24-hour supervision and education and are not allowed to leave the hunting lodge.If there are special circumstances, please apply to Party A and you are not allowed to leave without permission...

"Hey, I know that boy Harry." Grindelwald approached Ange and said gloatingly, "The guy with the scar on his head looks very honest and honest, but in fact he is sinister!"

"This!" Angers took the document and stood up suddenly, spinning one bare foot in the chicken coop, "This! This is house arrest! He can't do this to me! I stood up for the empire. I have shed my blood for the Emperor, he cannot restrict my freedom! I want to see the Emperor... I want to see the Emperor!!!"

With that said, Angers strode out of the chicken pen, like a knight launching a desperate charge towards the windmill.

But just as he was about to step out of the door, every High Gothic letter on the document in his hand emitted a blue magical light, causing Ange to hit his head against an invisible barrier!

This air-like wall contained powerful spiritual power. Angers' head, which was as hard as fine iron, couldn't help but feel dizzy at this moment, and almost fell into the chicken coop.

An unknown white-feathered chicken tilted its neck and looked at Angers, then strutted out of the courtyard gate and ran to Hagrid's pumpkin patch to dig for earthworms.

"Don't bother." Grindelwald said lazily, seeing that Angers dared to reach out and touch the invisible restriction, "There are runes carved by the emperor himself on the guardrail of the courtyard, let alone you, it's It turns out that subspace demons have to be trapped here for the rest of their lives. Once again, welcome to join us, new inmates."

Confirming that the feasting and feasting of the outside world has no chance of him anymore, Ange raised the yin and yang contract in his hand high, knelt down and looked up to the sky and roared: "No——————"

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On the Indomitable Fortress, Rogal Dorn suddenly felt his hands sink. He lowered his head and saw that there was a golden goblet in his palm. The body of the goblet was carved into the shape of a human skull, and it was filled with dark wine. Shining oil.

When he looked up, Ohm's tall figure stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile, like a father who suddenly came home from a business trip to celebrate his child's birthday and was waiting to be praised by his son.

Looking at the shape of the Holy Grail, Donne tried his best to restrain his desire to speak, but in the end he couldn't help but complain: "The dazzling golden color and the pure skull...Father, you have no intention of improving your aesthetics, do you?"