Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Ohm felt a burning sensation in his mouth. He kept gasping for air and raised a stubborn middle finger with his weak hand towards Fiorina's back that was running away at the speed of light.

"What a cute little girl, isn't she?" Dumbledore said with a smile, took out a small crystal clear bottle from his arms, and poured the liquid inside from the corner of Ohm's mouth.

A cool feeling with the scent of grass and trees immediately cleared the burning sensation in his mouth. Ohm smashed his mouth, looked at Professor Dumbledore and said: "It seems that you don't have to worry about how to save Quirrell's soul. Professor, prophecy It has been achieved.”

Dumbledore helped Ohm sit up, put a pillow under the boy's back, and said apologetically: "Yes, Ohm. I am very ashamed that I did not control Quirrell immediately, nor did I control Quirrell in the subsequent battle. It helps so much.”

Recalling Dumbledore's thunderbolt explosion that saved him from the entanglement of the long tongue, Orm shook his head: "Please don't say that, sir. Without you, I am now a puddle of mud in the basement. By the way, Where are my armor and weapons?"

"That's why I'm here." Dumbledore took out a small purple silk bag and untied the rope tied around the mouth.

As soon as he opened the bag, a twisted iron-armored arm crawled out nimbly, then a badly damaged leg armor, then a breastplate, a helmet... and finally a highly deformed giant sword that was almost broken in the middle. .

They sense their Lord and Father, and regardless of their damaged bodies, they can't wait to continue fighting for Om Messiah!

Fight until the sun goes out!Fight until metal rots!Fight until the soul of the machine is gone!

"In order to cure your magic overdraft, I had to pry them off of you." Dumbledore looked at Ohm being surrounded by cold and warm metal. "It took a lot of effort. They were always noisy. I want to see you and make my office a mess."

Ohm looked at the badly worn dim runes on the Thunder Armor, stroked the chipped blade of the Hurricane Sword, and listened to the joy of the machine spirits of Thunder and Hurricane, like a baby swallow, he murmured to himself. : "Forever angry, forever pure, forever loyal..."

Who said this?

So familiar, but...I can't remember...

Skull mark...two-headed eagle...golden throne...

Dumbledore watched Ohm fall into a strange state. He suddenly clapped his hands. While waking Ohm up, he stood up as if he suddenly remembered something and said, "I remember you were next to Hagrid's hut. Did you forge these equipment?"

"Yes, sir." Ohm looked at Professor Dumbledore doubtfully, "Is this against school rules?"

"Oh, no, of course not, dear Om." Dumbledore said with a smile: "If you want a bigger, better, better-equipped venue, you can go to the Silly Barnabas Tapestry on the eighth floor. lock up."

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Although Ohm felt that Professor Dumbledore was joking, considering that this is a wizarding world, a little abnormal things are normal, so he nodded in agreement: "I will check it out when I am discharged from the hospital, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded kindly, took out two boxes of chocolate frogs from his arms, and secretly stuffed them under Ohm's pillow.

"Poppy, she usually doesn't let patients eat snacks, but..." Dumbledore winked at Ohm and lowered his voice, "Just don't let her find the wrapping paper."

"But, Professor," Orm looked past Dumbledore's crooked nose and looked directly behind the old man, "Ms. Pomfrey is right here."

Dumbledore's smile faltered.

The next second, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand angrily like a hen that had discovered an egg thief, causing the Headmaster to scurry away from the infirmary with an agility that was inappropriate for her age.

After a hearty meal, the exhausted Ohm lay on the bed, his full and warm belly making him drowsy.

The Thunder Armor assembled itself into a mutilated human form, holding the broken and deformed Hurricane Sword in both hands, standing upright beside Ohm's bed like a sentry.

Looking at these two loyal little guys, Ohm had a smile on his face, holding the cross on his chest with both hands, and fell into a dark and sweet dreamless sleep.

While sleeping, the spiritual energy in Ohm's body began to trickle down, gradually accumulated, and finally converged into a turbulent lake, which eventually calmed down and stopped moving.

During this sleep, Om slept until noon of the next day. He had never slept so long or so deeply before. He wished he could sleep like this forever, but this only lasted until Fiorina came to visit with Harry and Hermione. Until oneself.

Thunder and Hurricane realized that they knew them, so they ignored them and let Fiorina touch Ohm's bedside.

"Boss Ohm. Boss Ohm? Ohm!" Fiorina shook the boy's broad shoulders and raised her voice, "Ohm Messiah!"

"Uh! Huh? I'm awake, I'm awake..." Ohm suddenly sat up from the bed, but his eyes were still closed.His eyebrows were raised high, as if he wanted to lift his heavy eyelids.

Just at a glance, the word "sleepy" is written all over his face.

"What happened? Are aliens coming to attack the earth?" Ohm asked with a long yawn.

But Fiorina ignored him, and just turned to Harry and Hermione triumphantly and said, "Look, I'd say he's almost recovered."

"Based on common rationality, I think your behavior is very brave..." Hermione looked at Ohm with the devil's horns behind Fiorina, with a trace of pity in her eyes, "Forget it, I will prepare a flower for you. Of pure white roses.”

Five minutes later, while eating the fruit pie brought by his friend and the white porridge from the school hospital, Ohm told them what happened at that time.

Although Dumbledore did not reveal the truth to the public, Orm believed that his friends - especially Harry - had a right to know the truth.

"... Just like that, I burned Voldemort into a big ball of ashes, and then I passed out." Om swallowed the last bite of the fruit assorted pie and turned to Fiorina, who was looking at him pitifully. He rolled his eyes and said, "Let her out, Thunder."

The Thunder Armor that was holding an inverted position beside the bed dispersed with a crash, and Fiorina, whose face was suppressed, fell to the floor. A rebellious middle finger.

"I see. No wonder Dumbledore took us out of the castle so seriously that day..." Hermione touched her chin thoughtfully, and suddenly raised her head nervously, "Professor Quirrell is dead, and that Defense Against the Dark Arts There won’t be any exams at the end of the term, right?!”

Fiorina replaced her middle finger with her thumb and said in a low voice: "You are more curly, Hermione."

"Voldemort, died like this?" Harry found it difficult to describe his mood at this moment.

He had already made plans to train hard in school for seven years and go out to find Voldemort to avenge his father and mother after graduation. Suddenly, his best friend came over and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Hey, buddy, you I have avenged you. Now, these are the ashes of your enemy. I have burned them and put them in a box for you, so that it will be more convenient for you to raise them. Please sign for them here and give them a good review, dear."

What's this feeling about the courier? ! !

The mood is complicated, in short, it is quite complicated.

But in the end he sighed and sincerely thanked Ohm: "Thank you, Ohm, if not-"

"Hey! Shut up!" Ohm raised his hand and pointed at Harry, and an inexplicable pressure blocked Harry's next words, "I didn't do this just to make you thank me. Now. You have to live for yourself, do you understand?"

After eating, Om was officially discharged from the hospital with Madam Pomfrey's approval.

He took three people and two machine spirits and walked to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

After experiencing the battle with the stem cutter, Ohm discovered that his equipment had a fatal flaw.

That's because the sword isn't big enough!The armor is not thick enough!

He is now going to see if the place with more forging equipment that Professor Dumbledore mentioned can improve his equipment to the next level!