Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Why not? I feel like the two of us standing here are like two detonated tear gas canisters. It's better to hurry outside." Fiorina smoothed out her wrinkled robe and put it on, pushing it with both hands. Om's shoulder went downstairs.

Along the way, all the students who passed by the two of them covered their faces and noses and ran away.

Ohm and Fiorina walked down the winding stairs to the first floor of the castle, lingered for a while in front of the medieval armor at the entrance of the restaurant, and then came to a large lawn from the side door of the castle.

Not far away is the greenhouse for the herbal medicine class, and a large vegetable field enclosed by a wooden fence. There is a little witch from China, carrying a sickle and a basket to harvest the leeks she grew, muttering: "I can finally make dumplings." After eating, cut some more and spread out an egg pancake."

She is a second-year Ravenclaw student, Autumn Zhang.She is beautiful, has a gentle personality, and likes to cook. She often uses the school kitchen to cook some Chinese food for her classmates.

In order to satisfy her Chinese stomach in this country with extremely thin recipes, she even exchanged a perfect score in herbal medicine class for a small piece of fertile land to grow spices from Professor Sprout.

Farther away is a forest with no visible edges. The sunlight cannot even penetrate the layers of leaves. Instead, the forest is always shrouded in deep shadows. Only occasionally can you see the twinkling lights in the gaps between the dark tree trunks. There were a few eyes filled with greed and hunger.

That is the Forbidden Forest. There are countless magical creatures living in it. It is precisely because of their existence that this area is too dangerous for young wizards and has been judged by Professor Dumbledore as an area that is not allowed to enter. .

There is a short and wide house at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The walls are made of rough stones. The glass on the wooden windows is full of dust. A red brick is tilted out of the conical roof made of rough thatch. There is a chimney, and a huge stone crossbow and a pair of rubber galoshes are leaning outside the door.This "little" house, as rough as Hagrid's, is the home of the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

There is a pumpkin field next to the house. The yellow pumpkins grow to nearly half a person's height. These are decorative pumpkins prepared for Halloween. They are enlarged with magic. They will eventually grow to the size of a carriage and are hollowed out and placed in the foyer of the castle. among.

Ohm came to the huge wooden door and knocked on the door with his fingers. Suddenly there was a fierce barking from the door, and then Hagrid's rough voice sounded: "Go! Stay back, Fang!"

The door was opened, and Hagrid's big, furry face first looked left and right, then lowered his head, "Oh! Ohm! Why do you want to come to my place?"

"Come to see you, Hagrid, and take a look around Hogwarts. This castle is really too big." Ohm stepped aside to let the girl behind him stand and said, "I haven't introduced you yet, her name is Fiorina Finlay, my dear friend."

"Hello, Hagrid." Fiorina called crisply, her big olive green eyes full of curiosity about the giant.

"Hello, Fiorina, I'm glad you came to see me. Come on, come in." Hagrid opened the door, turned to the stove to get the boiling kettle, and said at the same time: "Don't be afraid of Fang, it's brave It’s much smaller than it looks.”

The "Fang" in Hagrid's mouth is a black hound. It has long and soft fur, big and wide ears, and the skin on its face is drooping, and it always looks like a sad face.

But its heart is obviously much more cheerful than its appearance. As soon as Om entered the door, it stood up on its two hind legs, put its front paws on Om's shoulders, and stretched out its wet tongue to lick Om's ears.

Ohm ran away in horror. How many bacteria would be on his face after being licked!

Hagrid smiled and reached out to grab Fang's collar, lifting it up effortlessly and placing it into a large basket lined with floral mattresses.

The big dog quieted down, and Hagrid sniffed and said in surprise: "Merlin's flowery pants! Oh, why do you two smell like a roast turkey on Thanksgiving?"

"Forget it, Hagrid." Ohm walked around Fang's basket and walked into Hagrid's room, complaining: "I just had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, so you can understand why I smell like spices. Are you ready?"

"That Professor Quirrell can only read what is written in the textbook. I can do it even if I teach him. I really don't know why he can be a professor." Fiorina said while looking around Hagrid's room.

Everything here is ridiculously big, there are stools that can be used as tables, tables that can be used as gazebos, sofas as big as beds and beds as big as boats.The brain can't even react for a while whether the world has become bigger or it has shrunk.

Cured meats and hams were hung from the beams, as well as some unknown animal skins, and a strand of silvery long hair hung casually on a hook.

After hearing what the two said, Hagrid smacked his lips dissatisfied. He placed a plate of rock cakes on the table, looked at Ohm and Fiorina who climbed on the stool and said, "Originally, I still have some respect for Quirrell, but From what you're telling me, he's a complete idiot. It seems like the Romanian vampires and old witches really screwed up his brain. But since Professor Dumbledore asked him to fill in as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, maybe Let him think about it himself.”

"Vacancy? Hagrid, what happened to the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Ohm frowned. He had a vague feeling that there was something wrong with Quirrell being a teacher.

"This is normal, Ohm." Hagrid poured strong black tea into the teacup. "I have been at Hogwarts for 50 years. I don't know when it started. No Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher can be safe. After teaching for one year, they always encounter various accidents and eventually have to leave their jobs.”

"That means..." Ohm picked up the rock cake and took a bite. Without moving, he soaked it into the tea cup. "Is it true that Quirrell became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher only this year?"

"Oh, yes, yes, he used to teach Muggle studies. At that time, he didn't stutter and didn't have a scarf on his head." Hagrid sat on the sofa holding his big teapot and poured the tea directly. Pour it into your mouth.

Fiorina brought over the rock cake soaked in an ohm cup, gnawed it with joy, and said, "I doubt he ever took off his scarf. The smell on his head stinks! My uncle didn't look like that for three days after he died. Smelly."

Just imagining that he was wearing a scarf that had not been washed for more than a year and still smelled like corpses, he felt numb all over, goosebumps appeared, and the contents in his stomach were surging.

He quickly reached out and covered Fiorina's mouth, "Stop talking, there's a picture."

The two finished the tea in a playful manner. Hagrid sat on the sofa and mended his socks with a thick bone needle. Fiorina pulled out her pink pistol and put it on the table, provocatively saying Ohm said: "You have a good memory, right? Do you dare to compete with me?"

"It's just so so. It's just that I remember it a little faster than others. What do you want to compare with?" Ohm nodded. He was quite confident in his memory. If he didn't just hear it, he would recite it. At least he had a photographic memory. .

Fiorina slapped the gun on the table, "I want to compete with you!"