Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Ohm said to Mr. Weasley sincerely: "If I could discover Percy's anomaly earlier, I might be able to prevent him from being eroded by Chaos. In this matter, as a combat class professor, I have indeed failed in my duty."

Mr. Weasley looked into Orm's eyes, was silent for a moment, sighed heavily, and said: "I already know the origin and story of the matter from Albus. You know, child? I will tell you from time to time The youngest daughter Ginny said: 'Don't eat food given by strangers'... Even she, who is so immature, remembers this simple truth, but the most mature and prudent of all my sons actually forgot..."

He sighed again, as if all the life force in his body was spit out at once. His red hair, which was as dazzling as flames, was suddenly covered with a dull color, and his whole body became much older and hunched.

The self-blaming father walked to the window, looked at the dark night that was as dull as his mood, and said: "I can't blame you, Messiah, just like I can't blame Albus and Alastor. I just I hate myself for failing to discipline my son well and causing him to look irrevocably into the abyss."

"Mr. Weasley..." Ohm said after pondering for a moment, "Percy is currently controlled by Professor Snape in the underground confinement room of Hogwarts Castle. We are trying every means to remove the subspace energy from his soul. , if you want to see him again, I can take you there now."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasley turned around suddenly, and the expression on his face suddenly relaxed, but then he seemed to have thought of something again, and his eyebrows lowered again.

"The soul...the most original substance that drives the human body has attracted so many brilliant scholars throughout the ages, but they have never thoroughly studied it throughout their lives. Now I want to start from scratch to study how to get rid of the evil energy from the soul. It’s really too difficult…”

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley looked seriously into Ohm's dark eyes and asked, "Messiah, if my child really cannot be saved, what will you do?"

"I will regard him as an example of being bewitched by the evil god of subspace and execute him in public!" Ohm said without any hesitation, facing Mr. Weasley's scrutinizing eyes without hesitation, "I can't leave a source of Chaos pollution. No matter how he stays in the castle, in order to prevent other students from being corrupted by the subspace energy that he exudes all the time, as long as it is confirmed that he really cannot be saved, I will get rid of him immediately."

Ohm originally thought that Mr. Weasley would be furious, but unexpectedly, this middle-aged man who may have to suffer the pain of losing his son in the near future did not show any expression in response. He just nodded numbly and said : "You do look a lot like young Dumbledore."

After saying that, he walked into the burning fireplace, leaving Ohm frowning and looking at his back for a long time without saying anything.

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Sicarius woke up from the cold.

He opened his eyes, and with the faint morning light coming in from the window, he saw his sister who had swept away all his quilts.

After Sicarius reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled hard to no avail, he glanced at his father who was sleeping on the other bed in the room. He could only give up angrily and let the sleeping Celestine feel his beautiful singing voice. idea.

Just as he felt a strong bulging feeling in his lower abdomen, he simply got up, put on his clothes and socks, pulled on his sneakers and pushed open the door of the temporary house.

The freezing air hit his face, and Sicarius shuddered and quickly closed the door to prevent the temperature in the room from dropping.

The first thing that catches the eye is the wide and clean streets. Large chunks of snow have been cleared to both sides of the road, and the doors of every house are thoughtfully avoided.

Because the genius had just dawned, Sicarius saw no pedestrians on the street. There were only five large robots called "servants" by the locals, wearing red robes and holding gears of the same height as them. Ax slowly patrolled the streets.

There is no boy who doesn’t like robots, so Sicarius forgot even the thought of peeing for a while, and just stared blankly at the servitors shaking the incense burners that emitted puffs of green smoke, and walking in front of him in unison. After that, he even nodded to himself.

Until the force that was about to burst out of his body brought Sikarius' consciousness back to reality. He quickly looked around and trotted towards a secluded snow slope.

He looked around like a thief, and after confirming that no one was there, he quickly unzipped his pants and opened the gate to release the flood!

"call……"

Sicarius breathed a long sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that from his angle, he could see a tall factory building not far away. It was brightly lit and there were many wizards dressed as workers coming in and out of the gate. , it is obviously time to hand over the shift in the morning and evening.

To be honest, if Sicarius had not been sharp-eyed and could see that these people all had wands in their hands, he would really not be able to distinguish these wizards in khaki overalls from ordinary people in appearance.

Parked in the open space outside the factory were several large flying trucks like the ones Sicarius rode in last night. They must have just left the factory. A worker was waving his wand to cover them with rainproof cloth.

These overly simple wizards are so different from the kind of wizards in my imagination who wear pointed hats and gorgeous robes and destroy the world at every turn...

Sicarius was stunned until a high-pitched dog barked, so frightened that the water he released almost poured on his feet.

Sicarius looked down and saw a big, skinny black dog staring at him angrily at the bottom of the snow slope. Its dirty and knotted fur was covered with liquid that was still rising steam.

I think it was when he was sleeping in this tiny house that his own child's urine poured all over his head and face.

Although he felt a slight apology in his heart, how could Sicarius, who was proficient in teasing dogs and cats, allow himself to be bared by a stray dog?

He immediately gathered snow chunks from the ground and threw them at the big dog that looked like it had just crawled out of the sewer, shouting: "Let me scare you and feed me the snow!"

Sicarius was extremely confident in his accuracy. He could hit a squirrel jumping on a branch with a stone from 20 meters away. The big dog was only seven or eight meters away from him, so he could hit it with perfect accuracy.

Sure enough, even though the big black dog tried to jump sideways to avoid it, Sicarius's snowball still hit its nose squarely!

"Okay!" Sicarius clenched his fist hard, "Now you know how powerful I am!"

However, the black dog did not run away with its tail between its legs like the stray dogs Sicarius had encountered before. Instead, it had a fierce look in its eyes, and its entire body began to swell unnaturally, and its muscles and bones made a harsh and horrifying sound. The sound of people rubbing together!

Sicarius was stunned. All kinds of horror stories and werewolf legends came to his mind. He screamed and ran towards the village, desperately trying to stay away from here.

And right where the big black dog was, stood a long-haired man with unshaven beard and sunken eyes. He wiped his wet and stinking old clothes with disgust and glared at him. The direction in which Sicarius fled.

But he did not catch up after all. He just turned his head and glanced in the direction of Hogwarts Castle and whispered: "Harry Potter..."

When Sicarius led the servitors here, except for a few pieces of bright yellow ice remaining on the ground, there was no trace of the big black dog anywhere.