Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Gehrman swept through the streets of Hogsmeade like a gust of wind. Since regaining his mobility, he has fallen in love with the sport of running and likes to rush wherever he goes.

The surrounding villagers were already not surprised by this young man whose lower body was wrapped in a metal frame and who was full of energy. At most, they yelled at him to be careful not to hit anyone.

Hearing the advice from his neighbors, Germann happily responded, excitedly opened the door of the Mechanical Church, and shouted to the back of Sister Malika sitting on the church bench: "Mom, this is a great thing. It happened! Ohm is back! I’ll come over to see you later!”

Sister Malika trembled all over and turned her head stiffly to German with a forced smile: "Is it true, did he really survive that nuclear explosion?"

Although there was a faint feeling in his heart that his mother's mood was not right, Geman's heart was completely filled with the joy of his eldest brother's return, and he had no spare thoughts to think about other things. He just nodded and said: "It's absolutely true! I, Ma Sister Lian and Blaze have all seen him! Well... although his appearance is a little different now, he looks like a werewolf... but that one thousand percent is our Ohm!"

Speaking of this, German suddenly noticed that Sister Malika was just staring blankly at the "I" inlaid with a skull in front of her. He didn't know if he heard what he said, so he called softly: "Mom?" "

"Huh? Oh..." Sister Malika's rigid face suddenly showed a huge and sincere smile, "This is indeed a great thing. I can't wait to see him."

The sudden change of mood before and after this made Geman's hair stand on end: "Mom, how did you—"

A dazzling green light flashed.

It was quiet in the church. All the servitors here had returned to Hogwarts Castle to participate in the response to the series of chain reactions caused by the nuclear explosion, so no one would find Gehrman lying quietly at this moment. On the ground, as if asleep...

"You are really tenacious...can't even the side effects of the Death Curse dissipate on you? But that's fine...it must be fun to let that son of a bitch die in the hands of his mother...ah? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

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After drying the fur on his body with a fire spell, Ohm used his spiritual power to control ten combs to comb himself the long hair that exploded.

Since he cannot return to his human form in a short period of time, he must take good care of this werewolf's appearance and make every wolf hair docile.

"Use this quick-smoothing hair spray, Ohm." Harry handed over a palm-sized round aluminum box, spray-painted with blue and green dots connected in series with bright orange lines, with a left The bearded human head with an exaggerated hairstyle was "invented by my grandfather, specifically to deal with the disobedient hair in my family."

(Note: In the original book, Hermione used this to comb her hair before the Triwizard Tournament party.)

Om glanced at the bunch of hair on Harry's head that fell down unwillingly, and immediately recognized the gold content of this smooth hair spray. After taking it, he said: "It's just a little bit less. In your factory Have you ever thought about releasing a two-gallon bottle just for werewolves?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders: "When I become an adult and take over the equity of the factory, I will make suggestions to the manufacturing department in China. I hope you can still maintain your current furry state by then."

"Fuck you, if you can't speak, don't speak!"

Ohm cursed with a smile, dug out all the smooth hair spray from the small aluminum box, spread it evenly in the palm of his hand, and evenly applied it to his neck mane that exploded due to high temperature baking.

The effect was immediate, and these stubborn bristles immediately fell down softly. Ohm combed them with the sharp claws of his fingertips, put on a werewolf-style shirt and trousers made with alchemy, put on a plain black robe, and asked Harry : "How do I look?"

"How do you say that sentence in Chinese? Oh, by the way." Harry gave a thumbs up, "You are so well-dressed."

"This is a compliment, right? No matter, I'll just think you are complimenting me." Om adjusted his collar, feeling a little nervous for no reason at the thought of meeting his mother like this.

But he quickly put this emotion out of his mind, laughing at his own cowardice in his mind.

Who am I looking down on... Could it be that Sister Malika, who raised me with her own hands, still doesn't recognize me?

Do not make jokes!She is my mother!

Thinking of this, Ohm suddenly felt much happier. After waving goodbye to Harry at the gate of the castle, he strode towards Hogsmeade village.

A lot of the radiation dust in the sky has dissipated, and precious strands of sunlight penetrated through the gaps, softly touching everything on the earth, stimulating the vitality of life from every corner.

Since the last rat tide, Orm had not enjoyed such sunshine for a long time. He stood on the streets of Hogsmeade and opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace every ray of light and heat.

Voldemort is dead, and it's rare to have such good weather. Wouldn't it be a pity not to go to the Black Lake with them for a picnic?

Maybe I should just stop by the kitchen and talk to Three Buckets, but it doesn't matter, those house elves can make a lot of delicious food at any time.

Speaking of which, are these elves considered aliens...

Thinking about these things aimlessly in his mind, Ohm completely relaxed his inner thoughts.

It feels so good to not have to worry about anything.

Ever since Ohm was turned into a wolf by Dumbledore, he has felt the power called "love" more and more clearly.Whether it's the love between family members, the love between classmates, or the love between friends, it all flows clearly in his heart.

Professor Dumbledore, is this your true purpose?

Thank you, I have it all figured out!

Along the way, Ohm greeted the villagers very naturally. Although some people would flinch when they saw his werewolf appearance, he didn't care anymore.

After all, werewolves don't have a good reputation in the magical world. They are almost synonymous with abductors and murderers. The reactions of these people have long been expected by Ohm and are not surprising at all.

After explaining his identity to them one by one, Ohm saw that the hostility in the eyes of the villagers towards him, a werewolf who could move during the day, had clearly faded away.

"If you are the Messiah, even if you really turn into a werewolf, you are still welcome to come to my shop to drink." Mrs. Rosmerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks, said this. She pressed her own plump chest with one hand. , charming eyes like silk.

Ohm ran away amidst the good-natured laughter of everyone, and soon arrived at the door of his house.

The werewolf's sense of smell is very sensitive, even Ohm is no exception. With just one breath, he is sure that there is no one in his home.

The little ones are all in the castle, so the mother can only go to church...

Ohm pushed open the door of the Mechanicus Church, and the first thing he saw was Geman hanging upside down on the Mechanicus emblem, and then Sister Malika who was pointing at him.

In shock, Ohm clearly heard Sister Malika roaring in a voice as hoarse as a poisonous snake's message: "Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light burst out from her fingertips and shot straight into Ohm's chest!

"Ha...hahahaha...hahahahahaha!!!"

Seeing Ohm frozen in place like a rotten wood, Sister Malika let out a disgusting and treacherous laugh, and her expression was twisted like a demon.She laughed: "Om Messiah, you bitch didn't expect that! Even a nuclear explosion can't kill me! Now you are going to die at the hands of your low-blooded mother. How do you feel? How do you feel? Already?!"

With that said, Voldemort controlled Sister Malika's body and fired two more death curses, hoping to knock down Ohm, who was still standing, to the ground so that he could humiliate her!

"What a savior in a bullshit prophecy! How can my fate, Voldemort, be determined by a prophecy? It can only be decided and controlled by me!"

However!These two life-killing curses, which are enough to blow steel to pieces, can't make Ohm's body shake at all!

"What?! How is that possible?!"

The deepest shadow in Voldemort's heart was awakened. The last time the Death Curse failed, it was on a cold Christmas Eve.

In order to protect her cub, a mudblood witch used magic she couldn't understand to reflect the death curse onto herself, causing her to lose her body for a time!

Now and then, they are so similar!

However, the bitch she is possessing now is just a Muggle without magic power, so how did she do it?

Faintly, Voldemort heard a female voice saying fiercely behind his ear: "No one can make me hurt my child, not even magic!"

"Ah——"

The long sound of inhaling made Voldemort look back involuntarily, and saw that Gehrman, who should have been dead, actually opened his eyes in a daze at this moment. There was nothing unusual except that his face was red because he was hanging upside down!

Voldemort's hair stood on end and he had goosebumps all over his body.Has his death curse been twisted by some kind of power into a curse that can only make people fake death? !

What kind of power is this, and why can it stop me one after another? !

Wait a minute, since the Killing Curse can't kill anyone, wouldn't Om Messiah -

"what!!!"

A roar of boundless rage exploded behind him like a landslide. Voldemort only had time to shoot a crushing curse in Ohm's original direction before a pair of wide claws strangled his neck!

Ohm's chest was blasted with flesh and blood by the Crushing Curse, but it quickly contracted and repaired under the action of the anvil in his body. He raised Voldemort in his hand high and roared: "Get out of my mother's soul!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, idiot!" Voldemort knew that he would not be able to escape today, so he could only cling to this Muggle's soul like a malignant tumor. "Come on! Crush it in your hands." Neck! Now is your best chance to kill me. As long as you crush your mother to death together, I will bury her with her! Come on!"

"Buried with him? Voldemort, you don't deserve it!" Sister Malika's persevering soul chuckled, and her soul stretched out her hand towards Ohm, "Come on, my son. Let's give this idiot a good look. the power of love--"

"——It's infinite!" Ohm roared, converting all his spiritual energy into red fire that could distort reality, and ignited the entire church!