Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

As Ohm chanted the prayers and the incense smoke drifted in the air, Fred began to feel that his power armor gradually regained control, and the machine soul also recovered from its anger and began to become docile and friendly again.

He raised his hand to take the incense burner, held it against his chest, and began to actively chant the prayers along with Ohm, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Just now, he almost flew into the air and turned three and a half times while swaying his vomit freely!

If it really happened, I guess I would never be able to take off the title of "the blue-faced vomiting Splatoon that spins and lunges"...

Um...vomiting?This seems like a good prank idea!Maybe I can make something that causes vomiting and defend everyone's right to squirt!

Everyone chanted along with Ohm, and in the curling smoke, they could increasingly feel that the emotions in their hearts that did not belong to them began to become more and more clear and agile.

Although the machine spirit could still only convey some vague emotions to them, the fluctuations of joy were unmistakable.

Even the flow of his own magic power in the power skeleton is a little faster!

This is a phenomenon that has never happened in class before. As expected, Professor Messiah, who designed the Power Armor himself, is the one who knows them best!

During the rest of the class, Ohm dispersed and mixed the young wizards from the four academies into a large square array, and asked the servitors on standby to distribute a training gun weighing 75 kilograms to everyone. sword.

The epee has no edge or tangent. It looks like a stick extending from the bottom of a large rectangular iron plate, with a big, thick black protrusion.

Without power armor, this sword is simply not a weapon that these little wizards can pick up.In the hands of power armor, this sword, which is as heavy as an adult, looks like it is made of cardboard. The students can easily use it to cut out the dull wind.

Without any additional instructions from Ohm, they dispersed consciously, because they knew very well what level of swordsmen their classmates were.

It doesn't matter if your forehand is weak or your backhand isn't precise. It doesn't matter if you are sloppy and slow to react. But if you swing your sword and let go, then that's your fault!

All the little wizards present have more or less seen or personally experienced the fucking thing of being hit in the face by a "fainting (physics)".

With the excellent defensive power of the power armor, if you are lucky, you will be fine after being stunned for a while, but the unlucky guy with the worst luck was thrown by the man in the front row. The hilt of the big sword passed around his chest at a tricky angle. The neck guard that stood up from the armor and the helmet that completely covered the head accurately penetrated the gap in the collar made of three millimeter thick ceramic steel...

The unlucky guy's throat was broken on the spot. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall reacted quickly and used "Heal as New" in a flurry to save the unlucky guy before he fell to the ground.

From then on, the little wizards wanted to be as far away from their companions as possible when practicing sword practice.

But what they didn't expect was that Professor Messiah had no intention of teaching them more handsome and sophisticated sword skills. Instead, he asked them to start standing in a sword fighting stance and do some basic chopping moves!

Although the little wizards were dissatisfied, out of respect for Professor Messiah's achievements, they still honestly followed Ohm's orders and set up their posture.

But soon, they discovered something was different.

"What is your responsibility?!" Ohm roared like thunder, his eyes like lightning, and he glanced sharply at every warrior holding a sword.

Yes, warriors, from the moment they wear armor and hold swords, they are no longer mere students!

And what Ohm wants to perform now is a war prayer that can unite everyone's spirit and belief into one!

"Serve the will of the people!" Everyone immediately responded with their loudest voices, and at the same time, they swung their swords down uniformly until the blade was parallel to the ground.

At first they thought this was silly, but soon those who were unwilling to speak were under heavy psychic pressure and almost forced out their breakfast on the spot.

So in order to complete the coursework more easily, everyone began to pray with Professor Messiah.

But as everyone began to shout in unison, they found that their movements and those of those around them became more consistent and powerful.

As expected of Professor Messiah!

"What is the will of the people?!" Ohm strode around the armored array. As long as anyone showed signs of laziness, he would immediately use his spiritual energy to crush them away.

"Let me fight and win!" The crowd roared, and the body, magic power, and power skeleton merged into one, and they fiercely slashed the training sword in their hands vertically.

"What is victory?!"

Ohm raised his arms and shouted, the stirring spirit made the wind and snow unable to move forward, and the fine blue arcs beat endlessly in the air.

"It's our responsibility!" Everyone stepped forward in unison, and the thick iron boots crushed the rocks under their feet into powder, making a loud rumbling sound.

During this question and answer, the students all felt a powerful energy called will flowing in their hearts and in the hearts of their peers.

This energy connects them together, transforming them from lonely and weak individuals into a strong and united whole!

Now it doesn't matter what academy or bloodline they have. There is no space in their minds to think about other things besides waving swords and shouting, only slashing!cut!cut!

Standing side by side, we are all comrades-in-arms, and the sword points are all enemies!

Kill the heretics!Kill evil spirits!For the eternal purity and glory of mankind!kill!

Excited spirits will quickly accelerate the consumption of physical strength. When the bell rang and Ohm gave the order to take a break, everyone could only stand where they were, holding their swords and breathing heavily.

Ohm gave everyone a "quick recovery" shot at the right time, and signaled the servitors outside the field to come over and remove these guys who had no strength to move their fingers from their power armor. At the same time, he said: "Today's homework , copy the war prayer fifty times and hand it in in class tomorrow, that’s it.”

"Ah?!" Li Jordan immediately wailed, "Fifty times is too many! Professor Messiah, can you copy less?"

"Of course." Ohm suddenly showed a chilling smile, "As long as Mr. Jordan copies it a hundred times, others can only copy it thirty times. How about it, is it a deal?"

Seeing his classmates turning to look at him expectantly, Li Jordan shrank his neck: "Pretend I didn't say..."

"Tch—" Everyone booed loudly and raised their middle fingers at this little wizard who dared to do something he didn't dare to do.

At the same time, Dumbledore came to the depths of the Forbidden Forest...