Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Draco pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement, carefully stuck out his oily head and looked around.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no one else in the corridor, Draco brushed off the dust on his robes and tried to look as decent as possible. He tightened the dirty crown in his arms and walked quickly to the stairs. go.

As he walked, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

It's really great!I didn’t expect that I could complete the task imposed on myself by the Dark Lord so easily!Next, as long as you send this crown to the Dark Lord with an owl, the Malfoy family will receive an unimaginable and generous reward!

Draco was so happy that he forgot that there was a step that disappeared beneath his feet.

And the result of missing the mark is——

"what!"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly struck, and Draco suddenly fell straight to the bottom of the wide and steep stairs. His limbs swayed in the air in horror, and he watched the marble floor getting closer and closer to his straight nose. !

Draco closed his eyes tightly in despair, preparing to listen to the sound of his nose breaking.

But - nothing happened.

Draco tentatively opened one eye slightly, and saw that the tip of his nose was less than two centimeters away from the white marble floor, and the corner of his eye reminded him that there was someone around him.

Difficult...could it be him? !

Draco turned his neck stiffly, and sure enough, when he saw the black advanced power armor, he understood in his heart.

Om Messiah!The owner of the Primaris Workshop!He is standing next to himself at this moment!

"Malfoy, this is the second time I've seen you in this place far away from the crowds and noise. Do you have something to talk to me about, or do you have some ulterior secret?" Ohm looked down at this pure-blooded person. The eldest young master of the family carries a giant sword covered in blood on his shoulder, and holds a metal wand engraved with flying feather runes in his left hand. He is followed by numerous red-robed servitors.

It was he who used the silent floating spell to save Master Malfoy's nose, and at the same time he couldn't help but wonder about Malfoy's strange behavior.

As far as Ohm knows, these little wizards from pure-blood families like to form cliques, and Draco Malfoy is one of the best. When he first entered school, he was accompanied by two troll cubs as bodyguards. After being sorted, he relied on his family's huge financial resources to thrive in Slytherin College, and a large number of little snakes followed his lead.

How could a person who was so keen on pursuing power leave his followers and subordinates and wander alone in the most remote part of the castle?

It must have some ulterior motive!

Hearing Om's question, Draco's pale face turned red all of a sudden, he struggled to get up and shouted angrily: "I can go wherever I want in this castle, what can you do to me?! I Dad is the school director. If he says a word, you, the professor, will be dismissed immediately! Do you need me to explain to your muscle-filled brain what 'dismissal' means?"

The machine servitors following Ohm were instantly excited when they heard that this carbon-based biological larvae dared to speak so rudely to their god. The high-pitched roar of the chain saw weapon directly indicated the machine soul's wishes.

"This kid doesn't tell the truth! Supreme Lord, I beg you! Let me interrogate him!" 008 kneaded his metal fists angrily, "I promise to make him poop several times in his life. Say it all!"

"Thank you, 008, but it doesn't have to be like this." Ohm raised his palm to stop the eager servitors, and said calmly to Draco, who was obviously in a bad state: "Did you notice, Draco? You were not like this before. If you are a irritable person, something is definitely changing your mind. For the sake of the safety of the teachers and students in the school, I must now conduct a thorough examination of you from the outside to the inside (referring to the soul) to ensure that you have not been Corrupted by the evil god of Chaos."

From outside to inside?

Draco remembered that news about little boys being raped appeared in the Daily Prophet from time to time. His eyes suddenly turned horrified when he looked at Ohm, and he hurriedly covered his butt with his hands and screamed: "What do you want to do? !”

Ohm was stunned for a moment, then showed a narrow smile, reached out to pull Draco's arm and said at the same time: "Be obedient, let me see if you have been eroded by subspace energy!"

"No more!"

Draco suddenly twisted around in an attempt to avoid Ohm's big hand. Unexpectedly, this movement actually caused the things that were tightly tied in his arms to begin to loosen and slip out!

He felt a thump in his heart and wanted to raise his hand to cover it, but it was too late!

With a crisp metallic trembling sound, everyone and the servitors' eyes focused on the dirty crown that slipped out of Draco's robes.

Ohm's eyes widened. As a Ravenclaw, he was very familiar with the shape of this thing!

Every time you enter the common room, you can see the Ravenclaw lady with a teasing smile wearing this diadem sitting in the alcove of the common room, looking at her with her wise and pointed eyes. For everyone who steps into Ravenclaw Tower.

But that was just a stone replica, and the one rolling on the ground now, could it be real?And the hysterical soul reaction contained in it, could it be——

"What the hell..." Draco raised his hands and tried in vain to push away the dragon-slaying giant sword on his neck, and said dryly: "I can explain..."

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Seeing Draco being escorted into the principal's office by Dumbledore holding the crown, Orm nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the dark sky outside the window, and walked towards the restaurant downstairs.

People are like iron (it’s true), rice is like steel (it’s also true), and you’ll feel hungry if you don’t eat one meal (referring to the self-eating reaction of the bone forging furnace).I exercised for a while in the afternoon and now I'm really hungry. It's just time for dinner. It's time to go find Sanbong and get some ceramic grain protein porridge to replenish my body.

Speaking of which, Fiorina seemed to have said some time ago that she wanted to challenge herself in cooking.

good!In this case, take this opportunity to go to the kitchen and make her a delicious pasta!

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Fiorina, who was discussing the layout of the Jace Laurel Rune with Hermione and Harry in the restaurant, suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if something terrifying and evil had been touched on the back of her neck.

She stood up suddenly and looked around, but everything around her was developing according to its original trajectory: those who ate were still eating, those who were studying were still reading, those who were playing Russian roulette with their magic revolvers were still playing roulette, copying Those who were slashing each other with power swords between the dining tables were still slashing each other with power swords.

How could there be danger that could threaten her own life in such a peaceful and peaceful environment?

It’s weird.

"What's wrong, Lena? Is there anything wrong?" Harry asked seriously, his hands hidden under the table holding a magic revolver with the safety open.

Fiorina scratched her head in confusion, waved her hand towards Hermione who enthusiastically pulled out the Blade of Mercy and said, "It's nothing, it's probably my misunderstanding. Besides, with that Ohm guy here, even if there is something wrong, It's up to the tall man to worry about this place."

As she said that, she glanced at the huge empty chair on the teacher's bench, pouted, and complained: "Is this stinky guy going to fight behind my back again?"

Hermione poked Fiorina in the waist, pointed in the direction of the restaurant door, and said, "Hey, your stinky guy is coming to you with a plate."

Sure enough, before Fiorina could turn around, she heard a steady and clear voice saying with a smile: "It's great that you are all here! I was worried about whether I cooked too much pasta!"

Om held a large plate full of pasta and a silver bowl wrapped in tinfoil in his hands. He sat down next to Fiorina very naturally, winked at the gray-haired dumpling and smiled: "You said it yourself. Yes, to challenge my craft, now it’s time for you to fulfill your promise.”

"Come on! I even ate rotten meat when I followed my dad to the wilderness to survive, so I'm worried that your pasta won't be good?!" Fiorina looked at the moderately soft noodles on the big plate with disdain. With a sneer, he raised his knife and fork and started to do it.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Ohm divided the noodles into the gold plates in front of the three of them, then opened the tinfoil on the silver bowl and said, "Of course the pasta needs to be added with sauce to make it delicious. Remember, eat There will be rewards if you finish, and there will be punishments if you don’t finish~"

The moment the contents of the bowl fell on the pasta, Harry and Hermione were shocked. Fiorina gasped, her olive green eyes almost jumping out of her sockets.

I saw a puddle of light brown paste spread on the light yellow noodles, mixed with solid lumps of various sizes, slowly soaking into the gaps between the noodles.

“Special Bangalore style sauce, very fresh and delicious, please use it slowly.”