Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Standing on a low, round grass hill, Fiorina opened her arms in the direction of the Astartes Screening Training School, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily: "There is a smell of recruit eggs in the air. The smell of milk, look at the tender and wet movements of these little guys, I feel like I can fight for a whole camp without wearing power armor!"

"How long has it been since you completed the Astartes transformation surgery? How can recruits like them who are just starting out compare with you?" Ohm stretched out his finger and poked Fiorina's head, "You are really thinking about having sex with a child. Than fighting.”

"Oh, my dear Majesty, have you forgotten?" Fiorina smiled and held Ohm's fingertips with both hands, "You are still a child."

"I'll just assume you're complimenting me on my youth."

Om smiled and squeezed Fiorina's hand, turned around and saw Harry with a confused look on his face, and asked: "What's wrong, Scarhead, have you forgotten the way to Hagrid's house? "

"I feel like I'm myopic again, Boss Ohm." Harry rubbed his eye sockets vigorously and pointed forward, "Believe it or not, at the location of Hagrid's hut in my memory, there is a building that looks like It's like a cross between a Neolithic caveman's cave and a Renaissance French royal diplomatic palace."

A "?" made of pure magic slowly appeared above Hermione's head, and when she walked up to Harry and saw what Harry saw with her own eyes, she couldn't help but complain: "You This guy is so good at rhetoric, it would be a shame not to be Party A.”

At the edge of the dark forbidden forest, a path made of rough rocks leads to a towering and gorgeous white marble porch. At the door, a gorgeous umbrella barrel with hollow carvings of animals and birds is placed on top of a dusty horned camel. above the skin.

The walls of this huge building have artistic Italian-style reliefs, and there are also several dead polecats hanging from iron nails that are still bleeding.

On the muddy ground in the front yard, cooing old hens and dazzling peacocks walk side by side. They build nests in the arms of the plaster statue of the Thinker and peck in the long wooden trough that was originally used to feed horses. Eat feed.

The roof is even more severely split in style. Half of it seems to have been lifted directly from the thatched roof from BC to fill the big hole above the head, and the other half is directly the towering bell tower that can only be seen in the oldest, most gorgeous and grandest manors.

However, the two are perfectly spliced ​​together at the same time and place, making this intense conflict reach its peak with the melodious music of the bell tower’s automatic timekeeping.

"Although this house is full of the atmosphere of postmodern deconstruction, but guys, this at least explains one thing." Ohm forced himself not to look at the white walls stained red with polecat blood, and the mysophobia was about to start in his body. "Hagrid and Madame Maxime are a perfect match. Without these two, no one can build such an artistic house."

Fiorina pushed her almost dislocated chin back with the palm of her hand and murmured: "If this thing is buried in the ground, will it remain an unsolved mystery for tens of thousands of years?"

At this moment, the door of this cracked house suddenly opened, and Hagrid, wearing a moleskin coat with many pockets, walked out of the door holding his small pink umbrella.

Before he could put on his leather boots as big as dolphins, Harry waved and shouted: "Hagrid!"

"Ah! Harry!"

Hearing the sound, Hagrid glanced up, stuffed his feet into his boots carelessly, and dragged himself across the muddy front yard. He raised his hand and pushed aside the tree trunk used as a door bolt, and pushed aside the tree trunk. The low courtyard door opened wide, and he said loudly: "Welcome! Welcome! I heard the bell ringing, and I guess you are coming soon."

"It's nice to meet you, Hagrid." Harry and Hagrid hugged each other hard, "I will never forget that birthday when you told me that I was actually a wizard."

"Haha! I won't forget it either!" Hagrid gestured at his waist, "Back then you were still a little Maomao, and I could pick you up with one hand. Now you have grown so big that you are almost bigger than I’m still cumming!”

Hermione held Harry's arm somewhat reservedly and asked with a slight smile, "How are you doing, Hagrid?"

"Hermione! The smartest little witch in the world and the most responsible battle nun!" Hagrid poked his thumb toward the house cheerfully, "I was watching the news about you on TV just now. , those reporters said that if you hadn’t acted quickly and effectively, the four surrounding blocks would have been destroyed by bombs. Those terrorists really deserve to die, huh?”

"I'm just doing what I'm responsible for." Hermione said humbly, but everyone could see her chin raised proudly.

Fiorina approached Hagrid mischievously, pulled out an unpainted bolt gun from the pocket of her wide-legged trousers, and said eagerly: "It must have been impossible for two people to live on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It’s very unsafe, Hagrid? Do you want to buy the latest MKVII bolt rifle? It comes with a three-year warranty and a ten-year warranty, and you can also receive ten rounds of bolt bullets for free every month with the purchase receipt~"

Hagrid smiled and waved his hand: "I don't have any use for this anymore, Fiorina. The recruits in the castle go deep into the Forbidden Forest for hunting activities from time to time. Magical creatures with a danger level of 4X or above are almost wiped out by them." What I have to do now is not to protect myself, but to protect these poor little things from becoming extinct."

Seeing that his friends had all greeted the gamekeeper, Ohm stepped forward slowly, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

If time passes between meetings for too long, even the closest friends can become estranged or even strangers.

Looking at the hybrid giant's eyes as black as a beetle, the most profound image in Ohm's memory was actually Hagrid's mysterious smile when he received the 9. train ticket on the subway.

Thoughts quickly passed through his brain, and Ohm could only greet him with the most basic etiquette: "Good afternoon, Hagrid. Long time no see."

"You have changed so much, Om, that sometimes I can't believe that the person on TV and posters is you. Besides, there is such a big country that needs you to manage, you must be very busy at ordinary times."

Hagrid opened his arms generously, hugged Ohm's waist, and said with some complaint: "But no matter how you change, you are still a child, and those politicians who are like bastards really use you as a panacea. What if You have to take care of everything yourself, so why do you want these rice bugs to do it! Come on, Ohm. You all go into the house quickly and relax and have a good rest."

Listening to Hagrid's words, Ohm suddenly felt a warm feeling reverberating in his chest like water. When he had become accustomed to playing the role of an elder who bears all responsibilities and accidents, he suddenly discovered that there were still people who still regarded him as a need. Take care of the children.This warm feeling is really hard to describe.

Just as the group of people were stepping on the mud on the horned camel skin carpet at the door of the hut, Ohm suddenly felt Hagrid gently tugging on his palm, as if he had something to say.

But when he turned his head to look at him, Hagrid's mouth, which was almost covered by his beard, opened and closed. In the end, he just pointed at the cured ham hanging on the ceiling: "It's rare that you are all here. We will put it together tonight." It’s cut, how about some more wine?”