Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

After Ohm and Dumbledore said goodbye to the lost Fudge and Major at the entrance of the restaurant, they walked towards the Primaris Workshop on the eighth floor.

Looking at Om's back, which was almost as tall as Dumbledore, Major grabbed Fudge by the collar and shook it vigorously, "Are you 12 years old? Are you teaming up with that old man Dumbledore to trick me?"

"Hey! The price I paid is no less than you!" Fudge broke away from Major's hand and rubbed his wrinkled collar, "Please be a gentleman and don't act like a bad temper who only had his bones robbed. Bulldog. Besides, what if you were cheated? Do you still think you can continue to stay in this position? "

Seeing Major's expression suddenly becoming depressed, Fudge patted him on the back and comforted him: "These have nothing to do with us anymore. Come on, let's go to Three Broomsticks for a drink. Do you like rum..."

On the other side, Dumbledore was so calm that he almost instinctively walked through a disappearing staircase and said to Ohm: "I didn't expect you to have such a great desire for power. It is really because of you that you can integrate the Muggle and wizard armies." Do you want to get rid of Voldemort completely?"

Ohm did not answer immediately. He pondered for a moment, looked into Dumbledore's eyes without hesitation, and said, "Do you know why my mother chose 'Messiah' as ​​the surname for us orphans?"

Dumbledore was slightly startled and shook his head: "I don't know much about Muggle religion. I only know that this seems to be a synonym for the savior in their beliefs."

"Yes, 'Messiah,' another name for Jesus Christ. My mother found me at the foot of the statue of Jesus, and she wanted me to live a happy and content life even if I experienced the pain of Jesus' crucifixion. life."

Ohm stopped and the sun shone right from behind his head, as if God had put a halo on him.He said firmly and forcefully: "But there are always people who want me to not be able to live a contented life with enough food and clothing. I used to be a gangster who came to the church to steal money with a switch knife in his hand, and now he is driving the rats to kill human beings." Voldemort, and in the future... Not to mention the future, right now, outside the UK, there are countless innocent people who are forced to live in the flames of endless war because of the desires of some interest groups. Don't they want to and don't deserve it? Do you want to live a contented life?”

Seeing Dumbledore's hesitant expression, Ohm continued: "Last night, hundreds of wizards in London were evacuating in an emergency, but what about the ordinary people in London? Professor Dumbledore? Millions of ordinary people, they They just enjoyed the warm reunion on Christmas Eve, and they died in the mouths of mice! Are their lives inferior to those of wizards, and do they not deserve to live a contented life?"

"So you want to save everyone, Ohm?" Dumbledore looked at Ohm calmly, "No matter whether they are men, women or children, whether they are wizards or Muggles, whether they are from this country or other countries?"

The muscles in Ohm's cheeks bulged, and he nodded steadily, his voice low: "Yes, everyone, Professor."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Dumbledore took the initiative to look away, turned around and said, "As your teacher, I will supervise whether you are on the right path and provide you with some help within my ability."

He turned to look at Ohm and smiled and said: "Let's go, there is an old guy with ptsd against the plague who insisted on coming to see you after hearing about what happened in the UK."

When Om and Dumbledore came to the Silly Barnabas Tapestry on the eighth floor, they saw an old man with white hair and beardless, his body and skin as pale and as thin as paper, leaning on the tapestry and taking a nap. No matter how loudly the trolls in tutus protested, he snored unswervingly, immersed in sweet dreams.

"He is -" Ohm's heart became excited. He recognized the disheveled white hair that was slightly curly like corn silk. This man was clearly his idol, "Nicholas Flamel!"

"You don't have to lower your voice like this, Om. He won't wake up that easily." Dumbledore stepped forward, clapped hard in Nico's ears, and shouted loudly: "Wake up, Nicholas! You want to see him I brought you the people!"

It was no use. Nico turned a deaf ear to Dumbledore's noises. He just raised his head silently, pressing the tapestry on the back of his head, and snored louder.

When Om saw Dumbledore shrugging at him, he took out his knobby wand from his arms and tapped Nico on his neck.

"Ouch!" Nico shuddered greatly - I don't know if it was an illusion, Ohm always felt like he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking - and raised his hand to cover his neck, "It's so cold, ah! Si! You are still as naughty as you were when you were a kid!"

"Nicholas, even if I was the 'child' you mentioned, I am already over 40 years old. Oh, the healing is as good as ever." Dumbledore waved his wand, and Ohm was very sure this time that he heard something coming from Nico's body. The sound of bones being straightened.

In other words, this six-year-old man trembled and broke his bones!

what is this?The ultimate osteoporosis?

"Ah, you must be Ohm Messiah." Nico's face with dense wrinkles like a spider web turned to Ohm, and his big and dim eyes were filled with the joy of seeing the successor.

Om just stepped forward and wanted to shake hands with the old man, but unexpectedly, Nico got there first. The old but still slender fingers had already begun to touch the skin of his chest, and said to himself: "I can't believe that someone can actually shake hands with him." The refined soul became one with himself. Not only did there not be any rejection, but even the body structure began to change under the influence of the soul... Is this metal? How can it be so perfectly attached to the surface of the bone? What if? I also...oh, please tell me, Ohm..."

Nico raised his head, his eyes that had started to lose color due to the long time were full of ardent curiosity, "How do you make the refined soul willingly merge with your own soul? I tried many times, but every time because of Those souls have the consciousness of resistance and fail, even if their personalities and memories are completely removed, it will be useless... Tell me, I am willing to exchange all my wealth for it!"

"Mr. Flamel, I'm sorry." Ohm carefully supported the old man who seemed to be about to faint at any time, for fear of accidentally breaking his arm. "I don't know the mystery of this. Maybe it's because of it." He volunteered everything for me.”

Seeing the disappointed look in the old man's eyes, Ohm added: "Perhaps, we can explore the principle behind this together?"

"Oh, of course, of course!" Nico rubbed his palms excitedly. He had completely forgotten that Dumbledore was still there, and his eyes could not leave Ohm's chest for a moment, "Let's start right away!"

Dumbledore patted Ohm on the shoulder and said: "Nicholas will leave it to you to take care of him. Just ask him for whatever you need. No need to be polite to him. He is so poor now that he only has money. By the way, remember to tell him every day. When drinking milk, be sure to watch him finish it, otherwise Perenelle (Nico’s wife) will get in trouble with me.”

After speaking, Dumbledore left quickly. Ohm took these instructions to heart and pushed the door of the Primaris Workshop upwards.

In an instant, dozens of servitors turned to look at him, and immediately dropped their work, knelt down on one knee, and shouted in unison with a low and hoarse voice: "Sovereign Lord, we are always at your disposal!"