Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Earth-shaking changes have taken place in the forging workshop, and the space has expanded again, more than tripling in size.The number of furnaces has also increased by dozens, and hundreds of servitors are methodically carrying out a series of steps such as alchemy, smelting, forging, polishing, and combination.

The cast parts are then handed over to the servo skull suspended in the air and handed over to the servitors of each team to check whether there are any unqualified parts. Alchemy and runes are carved into the surface or inside of the parts. Some parts require additional Apply oil that helps the magic flow.

Finally, all the parts are sorted and transferred to the assembly table through different conveyor belts, where they are picked up and assembled by a special alchemy robotic arm.

When Ohm inspected the Primaris Workshop, 018-Vulkan followed him and reported to him the current production capacity of the Primaris Workshop.

"We can now produce five sets of 'Platinum Steed' type power armor, twelve 'Killer Whale' type chain swords, and 24 Primaris magic swords every 33 hours..."

Ohm's footsteps stopped in front of five dusty power armors that looked like single-door refrigerators. He picked up a brand-new killer whale from the shelf beside him and said, "The production line of a magic sword." Stop it and put the extra production capacity into the production of power armor. There are still too few wizards who can actually use swords. Instead of letting them go to the battlefield with magic swords like stick-wielding chimpanzees and try to kill the enemy with the sword blade, It's better to let each of them hold a chainsword in their hands, at least it can be powerful in the hands of power armor as long as it can be turned."

"I will comply with your will." Vulkan wrote on the noteboard in his arms, "There is one more thing I want to report to you, about Miss Fiorina's idea of ​​opening a bolter production line... "

Fiorina immediately jumped up and said: "Let's go to the testing ground behind and let me show you my skills and let you take a good look at the ultimate charm of firearms!"

Facing the whirring gray-haired dumpling, Ohm rolled his eyes, turned and walked towards the testing site: "Vulkan, prepare some sturdier targets for her. I want to see if it's as f·f as you brag. Explosive.”

The servitors moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, human-shaped targets cut from iron plates were placed at three places ten meters, 20 meters, and 50 meters away from Fiorina in the test field.

Fiorina took off the bolter from the lock on the side of her thigh armor, reached out and took out a single-eyed auspicious device from the neck guard of the power armor and put it on.

Ohm, who was standing next to her, heard the sound of the power skeleton starting up under the armor plate. Just as she was about to ask why power armor and an auspicious device were needed to shoot a gun, Fiorina directly pulled the trigger at the target 50 meters away.

boom!

The sound is like rocks falling!

The human-shaped target made of iron plates 50 meters away exploded with an explosion, and the entire upper body turned into iron filings scattered all over the sky. The lower half of the target shook helplessly and fell to the ground with a clang.

This wasn't over yet. Fiorina released the Iron Armor Curse on the remaining two targets, and then directly pulled the trigger to the bottom. Dragon's breath-like flames were sprayed from the muzzle, and strings of huge bullets were sprayed fieryly from the tail end. The flow pushed forward, like an iron whip, easily breaking targets of ten meters and 20 meters!

The iron armor curse is as fragile as a tissue soaked in water in front of this firearm!

However, the huge recoil of the bolt gun pushed Fiorina back by more than ten centimeters. You must know that she has now fully activated the performance of the ceramic power armor.

If it were an ordinary person wearing nothing, his arm would probably be torn off by the huge recoil of the bolter, right?

"Hip!" Fiorina blew out the smoke coming out of the gun and raised her chin towards Ohm, "Are you serious, Sister Fei?"

"It's an impressive firearm, but..." Ohm took the bolter away from Fiorina's arms, wanting to see what the bullets inside looked like, "Why did Harry and Hermione run so scared?" Did it fall? Could it be——"

Just as Ohm pulled out the heavy tome-like magazine from the bolter, a yellowish bolt shell slipped from the magazine mouth, spinning in the air, and the primer lightly hit the ground. .

Whoosh!

The bomb soared into the sky in an instant, grazed the tip of Ohm's spiritually simulated nose, and shot straight into the ceiling under his stunned gaze!

Then, explode!

Dumbledore, wearing a red nightcap on his head, was leaning on the bed and flipping through a book "On the Ecology and Customs of the Centaurs", studying how to draw those centaurs in the Forbidden Forest into his team.

Suddenly there was a shocking loud noise, and his bed suddenly jumped up from the floor by at least two feet, and then hit the ground hard. Before the old man could react, the entire floor suddenly collapsed.

In the first second of the fall, Dumbledore angrily released "Armor Protection" on himself and fell to the next level along with his bed.

He wanted to see who was so bold as to blow up the floor of the principal's office!

The bed fell heavily on a pile of broken bricks and tiles, kicking up a thick cloud of dust and smoke.

Dumbledore, who was wearing a red nightcap, had just stood up and before he could speak, he heard a girl's clear voice coming from outside the smoke screen: "Merlin's garter! Ohm, you blew Santa Claus down!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore, who had deliberately kept a serious face, suddenly laughed. He waved his hands to disperse the smoke and shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, Miss Finlay, the old man with the red hat and white beard is not necessarily Santa Claus. And maybe your principal."

After seeing the person clearly, Fiorina's mouth suddenly opened wide, and she immediately raised her empty hands to show her innocence. At the same time, she pointed her eyes at Ohm behind Dumbledore: "It was Professor Messiah who blew up the floor! And me. Nothing to do with Nat!"

"But isn't this the weapon and ammunition you designed?" Om said quietly, "And why is it so easy to misfire? If it accidentally shoots someone, it won't leave a big scar?"

The gray-haired dumpling hesitated and said: "Maybe... maybe... maybe... I accidentally added [-]% promethium into the booster..."

"Can [-]% be called carelessness?" Ohm roared. He finally understood why Harry and Hermione looked as if they were holding a bomb. Anyone with such a bomb in their hands could accidentally touch it. Things that shoot explosive bullets would be scary.

"I was—" "Miss Finlay."

Fiorina still wanted to quibble, but was directly interrupted by Dumbledore. The old man smiled and said to Fiorina: "Since you are so adventurous, shall I give you a very exciting Christmas gift now?"

"Um, can I not have it?" Fiorina was so frightened by Dumbledore's smile that she took four or five steps back.

Dumbledore ignored her at all, and put the book "On the Ecology and Customs of the Centaurs" into Fiorina's hands, and said kindly: "The centaurs have always been an isolated race. We Wizards know very little about them. Now, you need to take a good adventure in this book, experience the daily life of the centaurs and their priestly customs, and write a three-foot-long (92 cm) review, within three days give it to me."

"No!"

The girl's screams echoed through the sky.