Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"what?!"

Sharokin on the other end of the phone wailed: "Professor, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem. You can still pass the thesis defense."

Mrs. Maxim said in an ethereal Sanskrit-like tone: "It's just that if you cause any trouble in the future, just don't reveal your name as a teacher."

"Oh oh oh!" With the professor's assurance, Sharokin's voice suddenly became excited. "Professor, do you think that if I pick some sentences from foreign journals and add them to the thesis, will it make the defense more difficult? Are you a little sure?"

"There's no need for the shit basin to be rimmed with gold, right?" Dean Beauxbatons' voice was still so gentle, but the words he spat out were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the heart of Sarakin on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Maxim turned her gaze to Fiorina, who was peeling peanuts and watching the excitement, and asked with a smile: "Little Phoenix, speaking of which, are you about to defend your defense? Who is your instructor? One? How many documents have you read? How is the writing of the paper going? "

A series of questions turned into a terrifying sense of oppression, which fell heavily on Fiorina's head like a mountain. Her whole body became smaller and smaller under Mrs. Maxim's concerned gaze, shrinking her head. Said: "I haven't read the literature yet, haven't written the thesis yet, the instructor... seems... should... maybe... be Professor Flitwick?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is not good." Mrs. Maxim picked up the phone receiver again, "It seems that I need to report this situation to Professor Flitwick. We don't want a student who failed to pass the defense to get it like this. Get your diploma. What do you think, little Phoenix?"

Fiorina, who had been completely suppressed in terms of momentum, could only sneer and nod. She felt extremely regretful about her behavior of not taking things too seriously, and secretly decided to hide further next time.

After being scolded by Professor Flitwick on the other end of the phone, Fiorina had to swear to Ohm that she would finish her graduation thesis within three days, otherwise during the defense, Professor Flitwick would not need to do anything by other professors. "Comrades, please wait until I clean up my traitors."

"Oh, what should I do, Boss Ohm!" As soon as the phone was hung up, Fiorina shook Ohm's arm vigorously, "How is it possible to write a [-]-word paper in three days!"

"What? When I reminded you a few days ago, you were so relaxed. Now that you have reached the deadline given by the professor, why are you so anxious?" Ohm sneered and broke away from Fiorina's hand, "This is your own procrastination. The sins you have committed, F·F! Use all your free time to atone for it!"

Hermione, who was scratching her teeth happily, raised her head strangely: "Isn't it easy to write one hundred thousand words in three days?"

Fiorina immediately abandoned Ohm, moved to Hermione in a standard sliding kneeling position, and hugged Miss Know-It-All's neck: "Hermione! My best Hermione! Hermione who knows everything! You will definitely save me, right?!"

Just when Miss Beaver looked embarrassed, Ohm picked up the silver lotus mouth teacup from the tea tray. Immediately, a fat teapot walked across the table with square steps, bent down and brewed a cup full of fragrant black tea. .

After raising a toast to Madame Maxime, Omu sat beside the female hybrid giant and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Please allow me to congratulate you in advance, Olim."

In this state of relative solitude, Mrs. Maxim's smile seemed a little unnatural, and she answered the question unintentionally: "Your Majesty, what do you want to congratulate me for?"

"Without Your Majesty, the person sitting here now is only Hagrid's friend."

Omu took a sip of black tea and said with a smile: "As for congratulations, of course I want to congratulate you and Hagrid on finally becoming mother and father. I can feel the breath of life brewing in your belly, although it is still It's impossible to tell his gender, but he's undoubtedly a healthy baby."

As the quill fell to the ground, Madame Maxime covered her belly with both hands in disbelief. Her mouth and eyes opened wide uncontrollably, as if she wanted to suck in all the air in her life in one breath. into the body.

Doesn't she know she's pregnant?

Om looked at Ms. Maxim's reaction with some astonishment, and then heard her scream like gold cracking through stone: "Ruper! Ruper Hagrid! Come here quickly!!!"

As if a whale broke through the frozen sea, the hinged door leading to the wine cellar crashed and was pushed open by Hagrid's plush head. He hurriedly walked to Mrs. Maxim in a panic and asked questions again and again. Said: "What? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Merlin's condoms, Rupert!" Madam Maxime held Hagrid's wrist tightly, as if she wanted to dig her fingers into his skin. She looked at those black eyes like beetles and said with "I'm pregnant, we're going to have a baby!" in the cautious tone of someone talking about a bomb about to go off!

"Child?" Hagrid's expression was confused for a second, and then he suddenly realized, and his whole face seemed to shine, "Child!"

He directly picked up Madame Maxime, spun around in a big circle, knocked over countless pieces of furniture, and shouted loudly: "I have a baby! We have a baby!"

Madame Maxime also laughed heartily: "Yes, Luper! We are having a baby!"

"Look out, Hagrid!" Hermione screamed, "Put Professor Maxim down quickly, she's pregnant!"

"Oh, yes, oh, yes!" Hagrid quickly stopped circling and carefully placed Olim on the sofa in the living room as if holding fragile porcelain.

Big tears flowed from his eye sockets and penetrated into the thick beard.Hagrid held Ms. Maxim's hand tightly and said affectionately: "I will try my best to be a good father and a husband, I promise."

"Oh, my big sweetheart." Mrs. Maxim looked as if she was about to cry. She stroked Hagrid's beard with her fingers and choked out, "How could I not believe you?"

In this pleasant atmosphere, Ohm suddenly heard Harry's scolding coming from the open hinged door of the wine cellar:

"Go back! Grawp! Go back to your room!"

What answered him was a stupid and vague low voice, like the muffled sound made when clods of earth collide with each other: "Hage, I want it, Hage..."

"If I understand correctly..." Fiorina raised her eyebrows.

"That thing should say..." Hermione turned her gaze to one of the two adults in the room.

"Hagrid." Ohm pointed to the direction of the wine cellar with the teacup in his hand, and said to the bewildered Hagrid with a blank expression, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Listening to the increasingly loud commotion in the wine cellar, and looking at his newly pregnant wife, Hagrid finally made up his mind and bowed his head deeply to Ohm: "I need your help... Your Majesty..."