Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

This made Ohm very distressed. Just when he wanted to explain to these villagers who had never been exposed to magic what the "floo network" was, Mr. Weasley took the initiative to stand up and shouted "Hogsmeade" in the fireplace. "Then it disappeared in the rapidly expanding flames, but in an instant it spun out of the flames amidst the exclamations of the villagers.

He opened his arms to show his intact body to the villagers, then quietly retreated to the fireplace, staring at Ohm without saying a word, obviously wanting to say something to the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts alone. .

Seeing the look in Mr. Weasley's eyes, Orm nodded to him understandingly, knowing that he must want to talk to him about Percy.

A considerable number of villagers recognized that the thin pole in front of them with red hair and a face completely covered in black ash was the magician who had killed many cultists in the village before. Many people present were the ones who used that thin pole to Saved by a little stick.

Although they saw their savior take the initiative to prove the harmlessness of the green fire, this group of people who were like frightened birds still hesitated and just silently held on to their relatives, turning their heads to spy on each other, thinking Want to see if your neighbors who don't know magic can enter the green fire that looks extremely strange and ominous as safely as the magician.

They didn't wait long. Soon, a deep and thick voice took the initiative and said: "Let me try."

A sickly man with a tall frame but thin muscles stood out from the crowd. Beside him was a man and a woman, two children who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, who were carefully supporting his arm, as if they were holding some fragile porcelain. .

In the crowd, a bearded old man with a big red rosacea tugged at the corner of his clothes and said uneasily: "Robert, this may be a conspiracy of a cult..."

The man named Robert had a reassuring and generous smile on his sunken cheeks like a ghost. He said to the old man who pulled him: "It is precisely because of this that I must stand up and use my own My useless body will clear the way for you. Uncle Ben, if I don't come back from the fireplace, please help me take care of Celestine and Sicarius. They are the last wealth I have left in this world. ”

Hearing this, Ben withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, and awkwardly added in the disdainful eyes of the two children: "Look at all the bastard words you are saying, Robert, you must Come back safely."

Robert nodded silently, and carefully got into the fireplace burning with green flames under the protection of his son and daughter.

Not only did the entangled green fire not bring any burning pain, but the tongue of fire licked the skin, but there was a tingling and comfortable feeling, as if being gently caressed by warm little hands.

As soon as he turned around, Robert saw that the giant, who was conservatively estimated to be three meters tall and wearing loose black robes, was bending over to look at him and said seriously: "Please make sure you say 'Hogsmeade' clearly." This word might otherwise be transmitted to unexpected places.”

"Make sure you speak clearly, I understand." Robert nodded gratefully to the giant, "Thank you for saving my life and that of my child. I will find an opportunity to repay you, brother."

Unexpectedly, this giant waved his hand and laughed loudly: "Brother? Uncle, I am only 12 years old this year!"

"Eh?!"

Looking at the angular and handsome face of the giant in front of him, and the thick and developed muscles like tank armor that even the loose black robe cannot cover.Even though Robert thought he had traveled far and wide and seen a lot, he couldn't help but fall into consternation and confusion.

Actually... two years younger than his own son? !

Soon, Robert shuttled back and forth in the fireplace, proving that these warriors in steel armor did come to carry out rescue activities with good intentions.

The other side of the fireplace is not the site of a cult sacrifice ceremony, but a small village as quiet and peaceful as the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole.

Someone took the lead to explore the way, and the remaining dozens of villagers quickly overcame their fear and stepped into the fireplace one after another.

When it was Robert's daughter Celestine's turn, she first ran to the edge and hugged the seventh grader who rescued her and her family from the cellar buried in rubble, and said crisply: "Thank you for saving us. "

Before the hugged seventh-grade girl could say anything, Celestine ran into the fireplace like a deer and turned to face every young man present who had come all night to save ordinary villagers like them. The warriors bowed before shouting: "Hogsmeade!"

The green fire surged, and she and her brother disappeared into the fireplace at the same time.

"I was clearly wearing a helmet, but she still recognized me..." The girl being hugged, Vanya, said in disbelief, raising her hand to touch her chest.

This kind of thing, being sincerely thanked by someone, was something that Vanya couldn't even imagine before.But that hug full of gratitude was so warm.

The sweat and blood he shed in the fighting class could actually be exchanged for this unusual reward.

This feeling of not only being recognized for your own efforts, but also being able to help others is so wonderful.

A boy behind Vanya elbowed her, pointed to the small "X"-shaped mark made with charcoal on her side waist and said: "It seems that this mark means that girl can recognize you." The reason."

"Is it...that time?"

The moment she saw the mark, Vanya recalled that when she rescued the girl and her family from the cellar, the girl helped her waist.

I thought her legs were weak because of fear, but it turned out that she had already decided to remember herself at that time?

"Alright, brave warriors!"

Seeing that all the villagers had evacuated safely, Ohm raised his voice and said: "You performed very well tonight. I am very happy that you can achieve such outstanding results from this period of training. You are well-trained and disciplined. This is exactly what you have done." What we want to pursue. As for now I need you all to return to Hogwarts Castle, go to the Primaris Workshop to find servitors to repair your power armor, and write a foot-long battle report and I’ll submit my thoughts in class tomorrow.”

Fiorina, who was resting next to Hermione using "Resuscitate Quickly" to regain her strength, raised her arm that had removed the "Tearer" heavy bolter machine gun high and asked: "The two of us and Harry also Do you want to write?"

"Did I just say..." Ohm's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Where's the word 'everyone'?"

Fiorina's arms suddenly withered, and she stood up sullenly, forming a single file with the other students, and crawled into the fireplace one by one.

The little gray cat, who was keen on seeking death, made a face at Ohm when he passed by him, shouted "Hogwarts Headmaster's Office" and then disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the living room of Diggory's house, which had been crowded just a moment ago, was empty. Only Orm and Mr. Weasley were left standing side by side, and the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence.

After a moment, Ohm took the lead and said: "I must apologize to you..."