Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

As the stone door closed, the gate bolts were chewed to death amidst the sound of metal friction. The politicians were sealed in this hall that was too sacred and tall for mortals, shivering in the skylight shining down from the dome.

"Okay, don't stand still."

Cornelius Fudge took off the wide-brimmed bowler hat on his head and said in a gentle tone to his colleagues beside him: "Everyone, please take your seats."

Next to the round table with a hollow center are placed several wooden back chairs with no slope. Like the round table, the style is simple, even a little too plain.A thick iron plate was fixed with rivets on the back of each chair, and the names of every politician present were lightly engraved in high Gothic script.

With a backbone, everyone looked for the chair with their name engraved on it. As soon as they sat down, they couldn't help but turned to Fudge and asked: "Mr. Connelly, Minister of Economic Affairs, you are the only one among us who has met His Majesty’s people, do you know why He called us here?”

Fudge put his bowler hat on his lap with a smile, and sat upright with his short and fat body: "I can't figure out the thoughts of the Supreme Being. But as for the matter that is about to be discussed... I am quite familiar with it. I have some experience with the rules.”

The governor of the Pan-Indian Ocean region spoke quickly and said in somewhat broken Gothic: "Please tell me the truth. We will have a good idea."

"Actually, this is not a secret. Several ministers present know it." Fudge nodded to Grand Inquisitor Moody and Director of Alchemy Science Department Nico Flamel who were not far away. "Just wait and see." Whichever Highness will preside over the meeting will basically know what His Majesty wants to tell you that day.

"If it is the master of the Immortal Sky, the ever-falling eagle, Chagatai Khan. That is to discuss the construction of Holy Terra's transportation network and convenient facilities.

"If it is our Sixteenth Highness, the Luna Wolf, the Imperial Warmaster, Horus Lucapel. Then today's topic must be inseparable from the war.

"What if it's the Frost Wolf, the Lord of the Extreme Cold Storm, Leman Russ. Among all of you, there must be someone who has done something to disgrace the empire. At least people will be killed on the spot, at worst. …”

"Transfer it to the Inquisition." Moody added hoarsely. His scarred face was as cold as cast iron. His huge magic eyes scanned the faces of everyone present. His fingers wrapped in force feedback armor slowly and slowly A clear knock on the arm of the chair.

His voice was like the biting cold wind, almost giving everyone goosebumps. They couldn't help but tighten their necks, for fear that the old god of death would judge them as heretics.

Compared with stepping into the door of the Tribunal, death can indeed be called a mercy.

"Don't scare the children, Alastor."

Nico Flamel, whose mechanical body was wrapped in a scarlet gear-set gold-rimmed robe, smiled kindly. He stretched out one of the slender mechanical grasping claws on his back and gently patted Moody's shoulder armor. Although his expression was a little unnatural, he didn't avoid it.

There is no way, the current 660 nine-year-old Nico Flamel is too senior. Even the 90-year-old Moody is just an immature child in front of him. He is indeed qualified to call anyone present a human being. child.

But Nico's kindness did not dispel the worries of the regional governors. A small number of them carefully and quietly scanned the darkness beyond the scope of the sky, for fear of hearing the footsteps of power armor on the ground. , and couldn’t help but think in my heart:

The Emperor must have designed this hall like this to put psychological pressure on us, so that we can appear cowardly, so that He can reclaim the rights given to us and become the only centralized authority on Holy Terra!

Yes, it must be!

The ink-like darkness that even light could not penetrate made the governor of this part of the region more determined in his inner thoughts. Although he remained calm on the surface, his hands were constantly rubbing each other under the table.

Just this small movement almost completely exposed their inner tension and fear.

As everyone was running their own little calculations in their hearts, the atmosphere inside the hall soon stagnated in an atmosphere of silence and tension, solidifying into a heavy sediment that weighed heavily on the chests of the regional governors.

This made them almost breathless, and they could only breathe in the cold air in small sips. It even felt like their lungs were frozen into a lump of ice that would not melt.

Suddenly, a low and cheerful voice broke the silence. Its singing-like melodious tone almost scared the regional governors to jump from their chairs.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Along with the crisp sound of the switch closing, the buzzing sound of the surge of electricity filled everyone's eardrums.

Starting from the corner of the wall, candles, torches, and electric lamps are lit step by step. These lights finally converge on the dome, fully activating the French-style crystal giant hanging on the edge of the mural.

The entire hall was instantly brightly lit, and the warmth generated by the burning flames quickly drove away the chill. The regional governors had no time to be surprised by the sudden light, and they all turned to look at the human demigod who entered from the side door of the hall.

The armor made of shining gold is dotted with blood-red eyes, and its tall and majestic body is wrapped in gorgeous carvings. The folded wings behind it are as pure and flawless as clouds, and contain thunderous power.

His handsome face carries a smile that seems to bring out sunshine, and he is almost like a god who only appears in poetry and legends.The hair that shines brighter than the golden armor is as automatic as a flame, adding a bit of holy beauty to his sharp-lined face.

His Highness the Ninth, Blood Angel, Light of Purity, One of Redemption——

Sanguinius.

Compared with these titles of His, his beautiful appearance is the least worth mentioning advantage of Him.

Everyone immediately stood up from their chairs, folded their hands on their chests, and saluted in unison: "See you, Your Highness!"

"Please take a seat without ceremony."

Sanguinius said gently, flapped his wings slightly on his back, flew into the vacancy in the center of the round table, nodded apologetically to the surroundings and said, "It's my fault that I came a little late and made all the ministers suffer."

The regional governors hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads. Only Moody said firmly: "It must be those little lions who caused trouble in the classroom again."

"Yes, Mr. Moody, they fought with the Beauxbatons children for the title of 'Best Professor'. But their performance today was not bad...or rather, not bad, at least they did not break their bones from Take it out of your body.”

Putting away his smile, Sanguinius clasped his hands behind his back and said solemnly: "I won't talk about these private matters anymore. I have called you here today to inform you of an important decision made by His Majesty the Emperor."

After looking around and confirming that everyone was listening carefully, Sanguinius slowly spoke: "The Empire is about to launch a galaxy-level anti-invasion war. This is a war involving multiple races and two civilizations. It's life or death. An endless war.”