Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Let me hug her."

Even though she had just completed her pregnancy, Hermione's tone was still as strong as usual. Her Astartes body had extremely powerful self-healing capabilities, allowing her to sit up from the delivery bed while Fragil was still processing the placenta. Come.

Taking Lily, who was neither crying nor fussing, from Harry's hand, looking at this little creature smiling and opening her fleshy arms to him, the cold-hearted Sister of the Healing Church couldn't help but reveal a motherly smile.

Children are the continuation of their own lives.

Even the Divine Punishment Moonlight, which has exterminated tens of thousands of alien races, when it touches the soft and warm skin of its own daughter, Lily Potter, the tenderness emanating from her eyes is still enough to make people feel... All the novice nuns present were moved.

At this moment, a soft golden light suddenly emitted from the glass portrait on the stained window.The eyes of the originally stagnant portrait suddenly became active at this moment, casting a glance at Lily in Hermione's arms.

Then, a man with a deep and tough appearance wearing a plain linen robe stepped out of the portrait.The novice nuns in the audience completely ignored his figure approaching the Mother Superior, as if this man did not exist in reality.

Holy Word [-]·Fan Cong.

Using his own psychic power, Ohm directly erased his figure from the real universe, but left a window specifically for Harry, Hermione and the newborn Lily to observe his existence, making his appearance It can and can only appear in the eyes of the three of them.

Ohm smiled and hugged Harry, whose eyes were red, and gently squeezed Hermione's shoulders in approval. He stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped the tip of little Lily's nose. He retracted his finger before she opened her mouth to bite. To this couple who are new parents:

+Hermione, Harry, my best friends, congratulations on having a lovely daughter. +

"Cute? No! She is the most beautiful little angel in the world!"

Harry took out his personal terminal from his trouser pocket and took a lot of shots at Hermione and Lily. He even pushed Ohm aside unceremoniously to get a better angle, and said in a coaxing tone to Lily, who had big eyes. : "My good daughter, look at daddy!"

Lily looked at the terminal in her father's hand, then turned to look at her mother, who looked gloomy. She pointed at Harry's nose and said unskilledly in the Gothic language inherited from the gene seed: "Dad ,fool!"

puff!

An invisible sharp knife stabbed Harry's chest. Just as he was secretly feeling sad, Hermione said in a low voice: "Harry Potter! Our baby has just been born and needs food, not photos! You Now go prepare complementary food for her, I won’t say it again.”

"Yes! My most respected, dearest and noblest lady!"

Harry saluted Hermione with a standard imperial military salute, and raised his chin at Ohm like a showoff. That look clearly said: Go ahead and envy you!

+Ahem, Harry, I need to remind you. +

Ohm grabbed Harry's wrist, rolled up the loose sleeves of his linen robe, and showed a confident smile.

+I personally raised twelve younger brothers and sisters, and I also have twenty lovely children. I am more professional than you in preparing baby food. Let me help——+

Harry and Hermione shouted in unison: "Absolutely not!!!"

Their voices were so frightened, they were like two little white rabbits seeing the big bad wolf. Hermione hugged Lily tightly in her arms and roared like a lioness: "I don't want my The child joins the Cursed Legion so early!"

Harry clasped his hands together and said to Om with great piety: "Please let my child go. I don't want the first food she tastes after birth to be Nurgle soup."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rumbling roar with a thick phlegm sound came from the void: "This is slander! Compared with the craftsmanship of the curser, my soup tastes much better!"

+Shut up, Nurgle, you don’t want your new pot either? +

Ohm sternly scolded the subspace, mobilized his spiritual energy to suppress the swirling chaos storm, and looked at Harry helplessly.

+Okay, okay.I know I shouldn't overestimate my capabilities... Speaking of which, has anyone chosen Lily's godfather? +

Hermione patted Lily's back, urging her to fall into a sweet sleep, pointed to the Prime Minister of the Empire with her chin, and said, "Harry has already decided on the candidate."

The man with the lightning scar on his forehead nodded: "That man is in the Barbarus sector now. It's just that the birth was too sudden and he didn't have time to catch up, but it should be soon... right?"

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"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

In the cavalry-class assault boat, a man with a full head of greasy black hair paced back and forth restlessly in the cab. The dark green robe draped over the bone-white power armor fluttered like bat wings, and his huge aquiline nose It was so red that it almost exploded, which was enough to witness the excitement in his heart.

"I feel like we are still spinning in circles! Who is the instructor of your course "Battleship Navigation and Control"?! Was it a curly baboon that taught you how to fly a spaceship?! I think even if you catch a random Nurgle Even if I come to my senses, I can do better than you!"

"We can't go any faster, Lord Snape! Our ship is not designed for long-term subspace navigation. The fusion engine and Geller field can no longer withstand it!"

The poor driver shivered and shouted helplessly at the top of his voice.If he didn't do this, the sneaky sounds that slipped through the cracks in Geller's force field would completely drown out his words.

This pilot, who was forced to be in the same room with Severus Snape, had already been scolded hundreds of times by this poisonous old bat in various ways in the past extremely short and extremely long minutes. all over.

His heart no longer contained the initial anger and grievance, leaving only a rigid numbness, and filled with infinite sympathy for the Primarch of the No. 14 Legion Death Guard, Prince Mortarion.

Because he only needs to deliver this annoying old bat to its destination to be freed, while Lord Mortarion, who is a close disciple of Potions Master Snape, needs to spend days and nights, years and months, Bear the venom he sprays all the time.

It’s no wonder that the Astartes of the Death Guard are famous for their tough physique. Even if they wrestle with Nurgle disciples all over the star system in the excrement, their expressions remain unchanged - compared with Snape’s piercing ridicule and insults. , stool is considered a der!

"You! Oh—hurry up, hurry up!"

There was a hint of pleading in Snape's tone. He leaned all his weight on the bulkhead of the assault boat, pulled up a holographic photo from his personal terminal, and stared crazily at the baby girl with emerald green eyes. He murmured: "Lily...Harry Potter, you really gave her a good name..."