Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The rain in London falls very thinly and slowly, as if it will never stop.

Looking down from the clock tower, the entire neighborhood is shrouded in bleak fog, and only roofs of different shapes can be seen, like isolated islands in a sea of ​​fog.

The ravens, whose feathers were soaked by the mist, were temporarily perched on the dripping eaves of the bell tower, looking for an opportunity to fill their bellies with their small black eyes.

The grown-up Ohm stood on the small platform of the bell tower, looking with some surprise at his 11-year-old self, holding on to the rusty guardrail, slightly tiptoeing, and looking into the misty depths of the rain and fog.

+What are you waiting for? +

Ohm heard himself say these words, with an annoying sense of matter-of-factness in his tone.

*a chance……*

said my younger self.At his feet lay a halter bag made of worn rubber gloves, containing a bare scrub brush and an almost frayed rag.He stretched out his hand toward the rain curtain expectantly, as if he wanted to take the pass to another world from the claws of some flying object.

But except for the raindrops falling on his rough palms, bringing a bit of nihilistic dampness, there was nothing.

Ohm heard his younger self saying to himself: *The rain seems to be getting heavier... Do you think the owl will come? *

+I don't know. +

Ohm stood side by side with his former self, looking at the gray sky with golden pupils and dark eyes.The rain really got heavier, hitting the stone bricks of the bell tower like fragile and fearless cannonballs, making a crackling sound.

*I can't wait too long, I have to help Sister Malika prepare for day mass, and then I have to go to old Iggy's hardware store to replenish the goods ordered by customers, and...*

His younger self looked so uneasy. He looked down at the deserted street below, looking for the old man wearing a purple star robe with a beard so long that he could tuck it into his trousers.

Ohm did not lower his head, but from the face of his other self, he knew that he did not find the purple color he expected.

*what do I do? *The 11-year-old self said in panic, as if he wanted the adult Ohm to give him some advice, but he was already impatient and continued:

*Without that letter, without magic—how would I have helped Sister Malika share her burden?How should I make a metal leg for Malenia?How do I let little Blaze know that it will be a long time before he gets his own pillow?How should I face Lani's expectations for this Christmas?I...what should I do? *

Ohm gave himself a millionth of a second to hesitate, then gently put his palm on the shoulder of his other self, letting the humanity he had ignored for a long time lean against him, and said: +Look Look at your hand. What's in it? +

My younger self looked down at my palms. :*empty. *He said in despair, *Nothing. *

+ Take a closer look. +

Ohm held up the palms of his 11-year-old self. These hands were so familiar yet so unfamiliar. He had almost forgotten that these hands were once so small and fragile.

His fingertips slid in the palm of his former self: + This is the pen callus worn out by studying hard to get into a good school; this is the scar left when carrying steel bars at the construction site; this is the scar served at the steakhouse The burns caused by helping tourists carry luggage in the hotel...+

Ohm turned over the young but strained palm in his palm and gently stroked the back of the hand covered with small scars: + This bloody scab was left by a wild dog, which almost bit Lawrence; a few of them had unclear heads. The gangster was trying to get hold of Elena, and it was these few knuckles that shattered their testicles; and this burn... Back then, Lacard was too greedy, and if you hadn't held him back, now Steel The Chapter Leader of the Fourth Chapter of the Hand is going to train his recruits with an ugly patch of bald patch...+

In a tone of nostalgia and fear, Ohm explained what happened that year one by one.He knew the origins of every wrinkle and crack in it, because these were his own hands—the hands he had used to protect his family!

After an unknown amount of time, Ohm raised his head and looked at his face, his golden eyes looking into the depths of the dark pupils.He saw a flash of understanding flash in the other person's eyes, but no tears.This is good. Being the eldest son requires much more strength than ordinary people.

+Now, +Ohm clenched the palm of his 11-year-old self into a fist and said softly, +Do you still feel that there is still nothing in this? +

*I am not sure……*

+Your palms are filled with love.This is something more powerful than magic, psychic energy, and evil gods.Because of love, humans can always create miracles.Because of love, you will become so strong. +

Ohm raised his hand and stroked his 11-year-old self's hair, revealing a barely curved but extremely emotional smile at the corner of his mouth: + It is also because of love that I can be here to tell you all my thoughts. +

Something huge stirred the rain clouds in the sky. Her deep purple wings with pale silver hanging down from the sky. She stared at the ohms on the clock tower with a pair of dark green eyes like opal, with exhaustion in her eyes. , motherhood and love.

It is Fiorina's spiritual energy and a ray of her soul that supports Ohm to have an equal dialogue with the evil of human nature that is far stronger than him.

The young Ohm lowered his head, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the falling hair curtain, and asked vigilantly like a beast afraid of falling into a trap: *You mean, even if I don't have the power like you, I can still help you. Do they help? *

+What? + There was a hint of teasing in Ohm’s eyes, + Now don’t you think your family is a burden? +

My 11-year-old self avoided Ohm's eyes, with a look of shame on her thin and immature face: *I just think it's a bit unfair...Why should I have to work so hard every day, but they can enjoy me and Mary with peace of mind? The food and clothes Sister Cass brought back...*

+First of all, you should know better than me that they are not enjoying themselves with peace of mind.Secondly...+

Ohm put his arms around the shoulders of his 11-year-old self, raised his hand and pointed to the universe higher than the sky, and said: + It is not that we choose to take responsibility, but that responsibility will place itself on our shoulders who are capable of shouldering it.We can remove it at any time, but the consequences will turn billions of families who are happier than ours into dust.Therefore, we can only carry the collapsed sky on our backs, protect the weak and move forward with difficulty. +

*Even in the cold and dark distant future, is there only an endless war? *

+Even in the cold and dark distant future, there is still love that never dies. +

His younger self fell silent. He grabbed Ohm's robe and held it tightly until his knuckles began to turn white.

*You are a hypocrite and I don't like you. *

+I know. +

*I am a real villain and you don’t like me. *

+I know that too. +

+*But there is no way. *+

Ohm and his 11-year-old self made eye contact, their golden and black eyes reflected the images they hated most, and they spoke at the same time.

*+Who makes us one body and two sides, closely symbiotic? +*

The 11-year-old Ohm did not continue to wait for the owl that would never come. He opened his arms and walked into the arms of his adult self, into the heart of him who became the emperor, and into the deepest part of his soul.

"...How long has it been?" Ohm looked down at the foggy London, "How long...has it been since I felt so complete?"

He disappeared together with the phoenix in the sky and the city that would never come back, leaving only a drop of pure tears.