Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Ohm couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Professor Snape's introduction to Alastor Moody.

It seems that there is quite a bit of conflict between these two people...

But no matter what, Ohm extended his hand to Moody in a friendly manner and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Moody, or professor. I am Ohm Messiah, a first-year student at Hogwarts. it's happy to meet you."

Moody's normal eye quickly glanced at Ohm's stretched out hand, looked at Ohm's face with scrutiny, and sat on his chair without saying a word.

"I told you." Snape showed his signature sarcastic smile when Ohm retracted his hand in embarrassment, "He is an old madman with a abnormal brain. He can't even tell the difference between an alarm clock and a basilisk egg." Clearly, Dumbledore is really stupid to let him teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You'd better watch your words, Snape." Moody took off his own flask from his waist, unscrewed it and took a long sip, but ignored the pumpkin juice that was readily available in front of him.

He twisted his lips that were full of chips and scars, and his voice was hoarse and distorted, sounding like iron sand wrapped in his throat: "My eyes will always be on you, as long as you step in with a toe, I feel Where you shouldn't step into, I will treat you like a bat that broke into a trap and tear off your wings and bones. Believe me, I will definitely do what I say..."

Faced with Moody's threat, Snape just leaned back arrogantly on the back of his chair, holding the collar of his robe with both hands and wrapping it tightly around his body. His black eyes rolled down provocatively, as if to say: You have the ability. Just come and try it.

Moody ignored him and said to Ohm: "As for you, child, I think you are a trustworthy person for the time being. Don't let me down..."

Ohm raised both eyebrows in annoyance.Professor Snape is right, this old guy is indeed a suspicious and self-righteous madman, which matches his crazy eye very well!

At this moment, Hagrid came in from the door of the restaurant covered in snowflakes. Behind him were three figures that Ohm was very familiar with, wrapped in power armor.

Fiorina, Harry and Hermione!

Each of them held a stupid, thick, black firearm with a terrifyingly large caliber in both hands. It looked like it was made up of several cubes of different sizes and lengths. Not only did it have no stock, it didn’t even have a crosshair!

Except for Fiorina's excited expression, Harry and Hermione both had expressions of shock.That gesture is not so much holding a gun, but rather holding a time bomb with uncertain yield, uncertain time, and even whether a detonator is inserted in the arms!

This can be seen from the extremely frightened expressions on both of their faces when Fiorina sat at the Ravenclaw table and waved the gun in her hand at Orm like a showoff.

Fortunately, the meal started peacefully. Ohm was not surprised to find that not only could his iron mouth no longer taste anything, but he also had to be careful not to bite off the cutlery.

There is no way, this set of good teeth is made by the cast muscle anvil absorbing the mithril purified by Nico Flamel himself, and combined with the biting muscles composed of ohm's metal muscle fibers that are comparable to hydraulic pliers, it can bite these teeth Silver-plated cutlery is as easy as biting into overcooked pasta.

Moreover, after Ohm ate ten pieces of extremely thick beef eye meat and shocked Professor Sprout on his right, he realized that simply eating these meats and pasta could no longer satisfy his appetite.

He has to eat metal!Not only to fill the stomach, but also to ensure that the two mechanical organs in the body can function normally!

Just when Ohm was staring at the spoon in his hand with a hesitant expression, a small door on the side of the restaurant opened. 030-Santong held a large bowl of hot stuff in his hands and trotted up to Ohm and put it down.

The bowls were placed in three buckets, with the left hand behind the back and the right hand making a gentlemanly "please" gesture, saying: "This is my latest masterpiece, ceramic grain protein porridge, please enjoy."

The large bowl cut from ceramic steel was filled with sticky light gray fluid protein. Ceramic steel particles the size of ordinary people's fingernails were dotted in it. The whole bowl exuded a strong smell of egg yolk and machine oil.

Snape covered his aquiline nose with his sleeve in disgust, and said to Orm: "If I were you, I would rather eat Mortla rats alive to fill my stomach."

"Ha!" Moody sneered, "That's quite suitable food for a bat like you!"

"Mr. Messiah, I think this is not a good decision." The chubby Professor Sprout looked at Ohm with a worried face as he scooped up a spoonful of protein porridge. "Maybe I should prepare some digestive herbs for you?"

"Thank you, Professor Sprout. Please rest assured, this is exactly what I need." Ohm smiled at Professor Sprout and scooped the protein porridge into his mouth.

The texture is very strange, like oatmeal with crispy chocolate balls.

Ohm chewed the ceramic pellets so loudly that the professors around him unconsciously covered their cheeks and felt vaguely phantom pain.

Santong saw that the food he made was being enjoyed by the Supreme Lord with satisfaction, and he was so happy that the fire of the machine soul in his eyes became a little stronger.He thought to himself: Mr. Nico really didn’t lie to me!

Yes, Nico has been conducting experiments on the hybrid Veela who successfully underwent transformation surgery in the past seven days, and has thoroughly understood the characteristics of the mechanical organs in Ohm's body.

One of them is that after undergoing the transformation surgery, the experimental subject must take in metal regularly and in sufficient amounts, otherwise the bone forging furnace will stop functioning, causing it to begin to reversely absorb the metal slurry that has been fused with the bones.

That is, self-feeding.

Although the original bone forging furnace in Ohm's body will not absorb almost all the bones in the experimental subject like the replica, if it does not absorb metal for a long time, it will still cause a phenomenon similar to osteoporosis.

That was something Nico hated.

That's why he reminded the three buckets that brought him meals and asked this servitor to send his creator a "healthy meal" to prevent osteoporosis.

Although it may not be healthy for ordinary people to eat...

After finishing dessert, Dumbledore informed all the students that Ohm would be the professor of the "Power Armor Control and Magic Sword Combat Class (referred to as the Fighting Class)", and immediately received a large round of applause.

What a pity, these helpless little wizards have been tortured by Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick these days.

Not only do you have to go to class outside on the windy and snowy lawn in the middle of winter, but you also have to practice wearing power armor with only 30.00% boost!

And this class is still taken every day!

Over the past few days, whether they were boys or girls, whether they were curious about power armor at first or not, they all became deeply disgusted with this thick and bulky iron lump.

Especially when running five kilometers in it, the heart-rending exhaustion and the rust-smelling breath directly break most people's psychological defenses.

Now that someone who is a student like me is teaching this course, it will definitely be much easier!

There was also thunderous applause at the teachers' table, especially Professor Flitwick, whose hands were so full that afterimages appeared.

I can finally get rid of these lazy butts!

Although he usually knew that his students had never been very motivated to learn, Professor Flitwick was still so angry that his beard stood up when he saw that these little wizards were lazy in learning such life-saving skills.

These are not the peaceful times we used to have!Voldemort's army will come at any time, and this armor is the last line of defense for these children!

Only by learning to manipulate it can you improve your chances of survival in the future.

But even so, there are still many students who are sneaky and slippery as soon as they enter the fighting class, pestering themselves to increase the assist ratio of the power frame, without any sense of urgency from the enemy!

Now let their most admired Ohm take them to class and train them well, at least they must run fast enough!

Professor McGonagall was not so happy. She quite liked the sense of security wrapped in thick armor plates when wearing power armor.

Forget it, at worst, it would be great to wear power armor and go running and jumping by the Black Lake after class.

Ohm controlled the psychically simulated skin on his face to reveal a subtle smile, stood up and waved in response to the continuous applause and cheers in the restaurant.

When he saw the relief in the eyes of these boys and girls, the smile on his face unconsciously became a little more sincere.

Classmates...the real door to hell...has been opened to you...