Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

In the Barbarus sector, in the low-Earth orbit of the central star Barbarus, the Glory Queen-class battleship "Healing Church" is in the shipboard battle nun monastery.

Hermione was walking on the high platform wearing a pure white robe embroidered with silver. The silver threads were intertwined on the delicate fabric to form a radiating cold light. The loose robe could no longer cover her bulging belly, but this did not affect her use of her clothes at all. Cold eyes scanned the young faces of the trainee nuns in the audience.

A candle made of consecrated ointment was placed on the servo skull floating beside her. This original luminous mechanism had been burning for thirteen years without any loss, and the dancing blue firelight spliced ​​behind Hermione. Thousands of rays of light are reflected from the colorful window of the portrait of the "Emperor Carrying the Lamb", which casts an extremely precise light on the bodies of thousands of novice nuns.

Hermione spoke, her voice having a deep guttural tone after 13 years of time, and the high-gothic words she spat out hit the wide chapel like a heavy hammer: "What do we do?"

The novice nuns responded solemnly, causing a loud sound that echoed like a sea wave in the chapel: "We practice the wrath of the Emperor!"

The mithril candlesticks on both sides ignited on their own. There was no heat in the pale flames, leaving only a bone-deep coldness, like moonlight.

After the echo faded, Hermione asked again: "What are our intentions?"

"We have a compassionate heart!"

The prayers of the novice nuns spurred the cherubim standing in the niches. These genetically synthesized creatures with the appearance of obese babies and exposed many traces of mechanical modifications fluttered their wings amidst the buzzing of the anti-gravity module, using the power of the The wax dripping like tears from the red candle in the hand installs purity marks on the power armor of these new blood who are about to become official nuns.

Composed of the grease of the pure and the parchment blessed by the Chapter's Chaplain, this emblem effectively protects the novice Sisters from the whispers of the Warp.It's just that nothing will be written on the parchment until the trainee nun who wears it performs military exploits or makes outstanding contributions in the future, and then the nun will write the merits and blessings on the purity mark with her own hands.

"We—"

On the high platform, Hermione's steps paused imperceptibly due to the cramping feeling in her abdomen. The palm hanging by her side subconsciously wanted to touch her bulging pregnant belly, but she forcibly suppressed this move. An impulse derived from maternal instinct - in her opinion, work and prayer do not allow any external object to be desecrated, even if the other person is her child who is about to be born!

"——Why?"

"We swear to be the healers!"

Hermione succeeded. The trainee nuns who were kneeling on one knee did not even notice that she paused for only a few nanoseconds. They still chanted the oath of healing the church: "Silver fire that burns the world and kills the plague! Purify the pure. The light of the moonlight wipes out the scum and pustules! With the grace of the Golden Throne, save those who are sick and moaning! Glorify the pure beauty of human beings and destroy the stubborn roots of the aliens!"

"Singing in unison," Hermione could feel a warm stream of water flowing down her inner thighs - the amniotic fluid had broken and labor could start at any time - but she could not stop her unfinished work because of this. "Praise the Emperor!"

"Praise be to the Emperor! Praise be to the Savior of Mankind! Praise be to the Mechanical Messiah!"

Just as the trainee nuns were lowering their heads and humming, a trainee nun with slightly curly blond hair suddenly stood up from the back row, pushed away the colleagues in front of her with a tough attitude that was completely opposite to her usual, and stood in front of her. Everyone rushed up to the high platform with astonished eyes and said quickly to Hermione: "You need to prepare for delivery immediately, Mother Superior."

"Go down, Fragil." Hermione said coldly.At this time, there was a pool of water stains on the ground, and the unique smell of amniotic fluid was spreading around.She said: "I can only tolerate one desecration of ritual. Go down and continue to show your loyalty to the Emperor."

(Note: For details about Fragil, see Chapters 495~497.)

"No!"

Fragil's attitude completely lost the usual gentleness and softness. She looked extremely firmly into the eyes of "God's Punishment Moonlight" that made countless aliens tremble and fear, and said forcefully: "What I have received in the Healing Church over the years Education and training taught me that I cannot just sit idly by with any patient! You need to lie down immediately, regulate your breathing, and open your legs so that I can observe the birth canal!"

"Fragir!" Hermione's roar was more majestic than a lion, "I am not a patient! Say it again, stop your desecration of the ritual and go down to complete your prayers! Otherwise -"

A delicate dagger interrupted the high nun's scolding. It was handed to Hermione by Fragil. In her stunned and surprised eyes, the novice nun said: "Thirteen years ago, you told me personally I have said: I can be anyone I want to be. I have remembered this sentence for 13 years, and it was this sentence that made me join the Healing Church monastery and follow you to the Barbarus sector. Today, I just want to be you Obstetrician, I will use the knowledge and skills I learned from you to deliver your baby."

"It's you..." Memories from 13 years ago flooded into Hermione's mind, and the face of a girl with baby fat gradually overlapped with Fragil's scarred cheek. A beautiful little girl..."

Fragil pursed her lips. She used Transfiguration to turn the Book of Holy Words in her hand into a delivery bed. While helping Hermione up, she shouted to the stunned trainee nuns in the audience: "Why are you still standing there?! Call out the Emperor's name and pray for him to protect the Mother Superior and her child!"

The novice nuns woke up from a dream, quickly clasped their hands and whispered the emperor's countless titles, praying to the omniscient and omnipotent venerable on the golden throne to allow their respected elder sister to give birth safely.

Childbirth is a disaster in women's lives.Even after all humans become Astartes, natural childbirth is still an extremely painful and tiring thing for women.

Even if a newborn with a neural interface on the body can run, walk and talk after landing, and does not require parents to spend too much time and energy to take care of it, the metal interface on the body and the excessive size of the fetus still make pregnancy a An unfair torture against the mother.

Hermione was lying on the delivery bed with her legs bent, looking at Fragil with approval in her eyes. This girl may not become the most ruthless battle nun, but she is definitely the one who understands the Healing Church best among these trainee nuns. Idea man.

"Already seen the child's head!"

The birth canal was torn by the nerve interface on the fetal body, and the blood flowing out stained the sheets of the delivery bed red. There were beads of sweat on the tip of Fragil's nose due to nervousness, but when she looked at Hermione, the person involved, I was shocked to find that the nun, who should have been howling in pain, had no expression on her face, as if she was not giving birth, but taking out bullets from her muscles.

"You... don't feel pain?"

"When I am distracted due to long hours of work, I will use Crucible to refresh myself." Hermione said coldly, "So, I have become accustomed to pain. You don't need to care about my state. It's the most important thing now." What we do is to confirm the vital signs of the fetus, whether the umbilical cord is around the neck or the amniotic fluid is choking the throat, and then——"

The portrait of the "Emperor Carrying a Lamb" on the colored window suddenly shone brightly. Amidst the surprised and expectant prayers of the novice nuns, a woman wearing a black robe, lined with a gold-red sweater and a white shirt, with a bunch of hair on the back of her head. A man with unruly black hair and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead rushed out of the light, grabbed the hand of their elder sister, and asked anxiously: "Has labor started? Are you okay? Are you there? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it cold? Is it hot? Do you need something to eat? Do you want something to drink?"

"I think you need to drink some sedatives, Harry Potter." In front of the black-haired man, Hermione's words became warm for the first time. She helplessly stroked her husband's black hair with tenderness. He asked, "The baby's head has come out. Have you decided what to name him or her?"

"They're all out!"

Fragil shouted in surprise. She turned her purity mark into a plain jumpsuit, deftly cut the umbilical cord of the fetus with a dagger and tied it, and put the jumpsuit on the baby. He looked at the little doll with a tuft of brown and black down and said: "She is a girl, a nun!"

The sudden arrival of the little life made Harry at a loss. He stiffly took his child from Fragil's hands like a steam-driven robot. Looking at the little guy's twinkling emerald eyes, he choked and said, "I was so early." Just think of it, Hermione...if it's a boy, James. If it's a girl...your name is Lily, little one. Lily Potter, welcome to the world."