Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

After the Ohm trio vouched for it, Madam Pomfrey closed the silent curtain again and went to look after other patients.

With the expansion of fighting classes and the popularity of power swords, the frequency of injuries to young wizards has also increased. Almost every day, nearly one-eighth of the school's students come to the school hospital for various reasons, leaving a huge amount of injuries. Ms. Frey was always busy.

"The power skeleton is a whole and cannot be disassembled like the Thunder Armor... So do we need to transform the power skeleton into some kind of clothes that we can wear on daily basis?" Harry watched Ohm put the words on the parchment. Drawing the various parts of the power armor, he pointed at the power skeleton that looked like a humanoid cage and asked questions.

"Isn't it possible? Not to mention that if you have to perform armor like that, you have to take off the clothes you are wearing. The weight of this clothes, which is made entirely of vanadium-titanium and rubidium-iron, makes it impossible to walk. It's not like we can provide the magic power needed for the operation of the power skeleton all the time." Hermione retorted.

Fiorina made a small sound: "Ohm..."

"f·f is right, I think so too." Ohm nodded in approval, "As long as I can master the safe transplantation technology of the muscle anvil and the bone forging furnace in my body, then it is equivalent to letting every power armor operator Everyone has a complete set of power skeletons in their bodies. They only need to induce these two organs to open an excuse on the skin to connect to the power armor, and then they can directly wear the power armor."

"Then we still need to take off our clothes..." Hermione muttered.

Ignoring the little beaver's complaints, Ohm drew the alchemical device called the "Battle Belt" on Harry's parchment one stroke at a time, and said: "Nico has spent a lot of time experimenting with the transplant operation. Now we just need to make sure that the ceramite armor plate summoned from the belt can accurately cover the user."

Harry nodded, picked up the drawing and looked at it carefully. He pointed at the "i" covered with skulls on the belt buckle and said, "It's the skull again... Boss Ohm, your aesthetics really haven't improved at all."

"That's my symbol, okay!" Ohm shouted dissatisfied, "If you don't like it, you should have told me when I made the Primaris Magic Sword. Now I won't change anything!"

"I just feel that there are more and more skull-shaped things around me..." Harry tried to flatten the unruly black hair on his head, and said to Hermione: "While it's still early, let's go to Primaris Let’s try the workshop and see if we can make a prototype belt tonight.”

The little beaver nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed at Ohm: "Remember, give Lina a spoonful of medicine every four to ten minutes."

"Leave it to me." Ohm nodded seriously and watched as Harry and Hermione opened the white curtain and went out.

There were only Ohm and Fiorina lying on the bed in the cubicle, and the only sound left in the air was the hard breathing of the gray-haired ball, which sounded like his trachea was a little swollen.

Ohm helped her raise her head and back a little so that she could breathe easier.After doing this, he held Fiorina's slender palm apologetically: "I'm sorry, f·f, I really didn't expect that my cooking skills would have such serious consequences."

Fiorina's eyelids were so swollen that she couldn't even see her eyes. She shook her head and whispered: "Water..."

Ohm quickly used his spiritual power to "pinch" a small ball of water from the water bottle on the bedside table. He gently held up the back of Fiorina's head with his hands to ensure that she would not choke, and then slowly poured the water ball into Gray Hair. In Tuanzi’s mouth.

Through the sensitive skin of his palm, Ohm could feel the tiny movements of the little head in his hand as it struggled to swallow the water.When Fiorina finished drinking, he slowly laid the back of her head back on the pillow.

Carefully and cautiously, as if dealing with a piece of cracked porcelain.

I don’t know if the medicine had taken effect, but Fiorina’s throat was obviously much smoother than before. She muttered to herself: “Actually… I’m allergic to celery… Don’t think you… this Won for the first time..."

"I've written it down." Ohm gently patted the back of the girl's hand and said softly: "This time we are tied. I won't add celery next time. You can try it again then."

The reason why he didn't say "I lost this time" was because Ohm knew that what Fiorina hated most was someone deliberately giving up to her in the game.Even if this girl who explodes like gunfire loses, she will lose to her opponent's full strength.

"Hmph..." Fiorina made a pig-like sound from her nose, and clenched Ohm's fingers with her palms, "I'm so sleepy... I want to sleep for a while..."

It seems that the stabilizing ingredient in the universal antidote has started to work.

"Sleep peacefully, f·f." Ohm also held Fiorina's hand, "I am here."

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It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when Harry yawned and returned to his own dormitory.

Although it was close to midnight, the boys' strong energy made Harry's roommates more energetic, jumping up and down like monkeys in the small dormitory.

Even Ron, who was playing wizard chess with Dean Thomas, would always jump up to help his chess pieces, killing Dean's chess pieces in a more cruel way.

Noticing that his elusive roommate was back, Ron lay on the bed with a lewd smile and shouted: "Harry! I saw you, Know-It-All and Messiah carry away a Ravenclaw girl. , was that girl punished for offending you?"

Apparently, Ron had completely forgotten that he and Fiorina were in the same car when school started.

"What? No, she just had a bad stomach. We took her to the campus hospital for treatment." Harry sat on his bed and untied his shoelaces. He tilted his head and said to Ron: "The title 'know-it-all' will offend Hermione." Angry, I think it’s best not to call her that.”

Ron made a move with an indifferent expression and shrugged at Harry: "So what? She really knows everything. Am I still wrong to tell the truth?"

Before Harry could retort, Ron couldn't wait to ask: "You came back so late today, are you going to get some new and interesting things? Come talk to me and reveal some information?"

Since the advent of the Magic Revolver, its convenient use and low price (almost entirely made of iron) have quickly gained favor among young wizards.For the price of a few quills, you can buy yourself a spell launcher that doesn't require hard practice. It's hard for young wizards who are greedy for convenience to refuse this temptation.

Even if it melts because too many spells are fired in a short period of time, it doesn't matter. The worst thing is to buy a new one.

"No comment," Harry said with a wooden face.

Ever since he became friends with Ohm, Hermione and Fiorina, three motivated scroll masters, not only did his grades and spell casting skills improve by leaps and bounds, but it became increasingly difficult to understand why his roommate Ron had nothing to do every day. Reluctant to open the book and look at it more.

In addition, Ron begged to copy his homework every day, which made Harry drift away from him and could only maintain the most basic courtesy as a roommate.

The funny thing is that Ron himself didn't feel Harry's alienation at all.

"Stingy guy..." Ron muttered, and suddenly said whimsically: "Then if I join your team now, can I just get free products to play with?"

Harry's eyes twitched twice, and after taking a deep breath, he said politely: "With your current level of runes, I personally think that the rune enlightenment class may be more suitable for you."

"Ah - that's it..." Ron said casually, urging his queen to eat Dean's rook, "Oh, if only I had not chosen to play chess, but learned runes from the beginning. In that case Now I have endless galleons to spend... Oh, what a momentary escape, a lifetime wasted!"