Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Deathstroke? Stop being funny!"

Just as Nico was driving the chariot to rescue the students who had fallen down due to the plague, in the sky, facing the long and thick missiles flying towards them, Voldemort's incarnation projection just let out a disdainful sneer.

"Let me show you how powerful the power of dimension is!"

As Voldemort's words fell, the green barrier instantly rotated and expanded in front of him, directly swallowing the missiles fired by Ohm.

Immediately afterwards, a green light flashed behind Ohm, and the missile shot directly into Ohm's back!

This is "space manipulation"!

The next moment, the explosion sounded like thunder!

The expanding fiery flames instantly engulfed Ohm, broken shrapnel flew in all directions, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye spread suddenly!

"The prophesied savior! You are nothing more than that!"

Voldemort's incarnation projection laughed loudly, its red mouse eyes full of ridicule and contempt. It looked down at the students on the ground who were still resisting the rat tide resolutely, and mocked: "Even if you put on that armor that you don't know what to do with." , armed with those useless weapons modified from Muggle tools, they can still only survive in front of my endless army, trying to survive for a few more minutes. After all, they are still a group of ignorant people with Muggle blood flowing, and they are simply stupid to order People have mercy~"

"That is ten thousand times more noble than your incomplete soul parasitic in the body of a mouse."

Ohm's calm and cold voice came out from the smoke of the explosion. The thick black smoke was instantly dispersed by the surging spiritual energy. Ohm's body was enveloped in the spherical "Ultimate Armor Protection" and remained unscathed.

What was launched just now was just an ordinary rocket. Knowing that Voldemort was not simple, how could he use the "Death Knell" type tactical nuclear rocket as his trump card?

"Mr. Voldemort, I heard that you are sending your men like a child begging parents to buy building blocks to collect the souls that you threw away like used condoms?"

Under Voldemort's angry gaze, Ohm took out a dusty crown from the shrine on his waist, and in front of Voldemort, used ethereal red fire to burn it into a ring of scarlet plutonium.

"Now, please say goodbye to a part of your soul."

The five fingers wrapped in the berserker's armor suddenly closed together, and the crown exploded into fragments all over the sky.

"Ah!!!" Voldemort let out a furious roar. He had to fill up his soul until it was nearly complete before he could take the first step towards immortality and becoming a god. However, this step that had not yet been taken was ruined by this damn thing. In the hands of the savior: "How dare you-" "-Oh, I'm sorry, it seems that what I crushed just now was just a replica of Ravenclaw's diadem."

Facing Voldemort's increasingly angry eyes, Ohm showed a narrow smile: "Have you stayed with mice for too long, so that your IQ is at the same level as mice? How could I possibly do something so important? Will you take it with you?"

At the same time, nine "Rhinoceros" personnel carriers flew over from the direction of Hogsmeade, surrounded by a dozen Aurors riding on "Holy Horn" suspended motorcycles. Under the leadership of Jie, they passed over the rats.

Scrimgeour's gray hair was as angry as a lion's mane. He waved his wand and roared: "We Aurors, as human swords and shields, how can we let these children stand in front of us?! All of them. , squad array, free attack!"

Just when the Aurors were hunting among the rats like wolves, pouring curses on the swarming waves of rats, a behemoth more than five meters high jumped out of a rhinoceros personnel carrier and fell heavily on the ground. Among the Rat Trolls.

This giant thing was so heavy that the moment he broke away from the Rhino personnel carrier, the entire floating truck suddenly floated up.

And that behemoth, wrapped in ceramic armor plates and with huge, sleek shoulder armor surrounding its head, was none other than Hagrid wearing a "Jupiter" type power armor!

He didn't use any weapons. He just kept waving his giant ceramic fist the size of a millstone. He was able to use the "Shatter to Bones" rune engraved on it to blast the rat trolls that only reached his waist into countless flesh and blood. Shattered, while yelling: "No one can harm a Hogwarts student without paying the price!"

Hagrid was so immersed in crushing every rat in front of him that he didn't even notice that a rat suddenly emerged from the group of rats behind him, wrapped in a black robe.

It has a strong and slender body, holding a rough long knife glowing with green light in its two front paws and tail. It uses its blade beating with dimensional power to directly strike at Hagrid's back heart!

Like a hot knife cutting into butter, the blade cut into the fatal position in the back of the heart smoothly!

But before the black-robed rat man could show his triumphant smile, a bullet from the sky completely penetrated its body from top to bottom.

Fiorina turned the gun and fired at other worthy targets while shouting: "What I hate most is people who sneak up from behind!"

The black-robed rat man fell to the ground dying, his bloodshot eyes staring at the black power armor in the sky, refusing to rest in silence.

And what about Hagrid?The blade, which was long enough for a ratman, could not penetrate the insanely thick armor plate of the "Jupiter" power armor tailor-made for Hagrid by Grandpa Andre, let alone hurt Hagrid inside. ?

Hagrid, who had no idea what was happening behind him, raised a rat troll towards Voldemort's big face made of dimensional energy in the sky, and tore it to pieces in a demonstration.

Even if it was the shadowy green incarnation projection, even if it was a distorted and hairy rat face, Ohm could still see that Voldemort's face was sliding towards darkness, and would never return.

Obviously, the Dark Lord did not expect that the armed forces of Hogwarts had advanced so rapidly in this short period of time, leaving this guy who was still raising rats several blocks away.

If it weren't for the fact that the plague from the Plague Clan could still be effective against young wizards wearing power armor, Voldemort would have to reconsider whether becoming a rat-man god was the right choice.

"You really can keep your composure, Mr. Voldemort." Ohm deliberately said in a mocking tone, "Seeing your own army being slaughtered, but you can watch from the ground, it seems that you are as timid as a mouse." This phrase is tailor-made for you."

Voldemort looked at Ohm with contempt, and No.30 tried three times to use "space manipulation" to cut Ohm into pieces.

But it's useless, that layer of blood-colored fiery spiritual energy as thick as a city wall is protecting this damn vile guy in some way that distorts reality, so that his dimensional power cannot affect Ohm's body at all!

"You don't want to provoke me and let me show up here to fight you one-on-one, right?" Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Voldemort pretended to look at Ohm with contempt as he fluttered his wings and floated in the air, "You resist me After all, the actions of the army are in vain. I don’t need to do anything at all. I just need to watch you here. Your body will be exhausted, your weapons will be damaged, and your spirit will collapse. But my army is endless and will not do anything at all. Completely wiped out!”

Ohm made a disdainful sound from his nose: "Are you lying to me or yourself? How many rats do you think Duff Town can save? Or can you directly teleport the beasts you left in London across the entire UK? come over?"

"Moreover……"

Ohm raised his lightning claws, and the armor on his forearm was inlaid with something that Voldemort had longed for—the treasure of human alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone!

Ohm learned from Nico that it could not only refine the elixir of life and convert mercury into gold, but also greatly increase the energy that penetrated it.

"Why do you think you can just sit on the sidelines all the time?"

In front of Voldemort's gloomy face, Ohm blasted his psychic energy into the Philosopher's Stone!

Let it burn!Fire of Sanguinius!Use the increasingly powerful power of reality distortion transmitted from subspace to bring Voldemort to me!