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.

click!

The partitions of the bell tower were opened, and the frightened ravens made a hoarse cry, and all flapped their wings and flew into the gloomy sky.

The boy with long black hair climbed up the ladder, being careful not to get bird droppings on his clothes.

These were the only dry clothes he had left, and he didn't want to work in wet pants that hadn't been dried yet.

There was a bag made of rubber gloves hanging around the young man's neck. He took out an almost worn-out rag and a bare scrub brush, took off a plastic bucket filled with rainwater from the dripping eaves, and began vigorously scrubbing the bell tower. bird droppings on.

Even though it would soon be covered with bird excrement within a few days, he was still happy to clean every corner of the church where he had lived for 11 years.

The cramped bell tower could not accommodate the boy's growing body. If he was not careful, he would bump into the rusty copper bell, making a low muffled sound.

The boy who was in pain pressed the place he hit with the back of his hand and continued scrubbing the stain with all his concentration.

He doesn't just have to do this one thing, he will also go down to help Sister Malika prepare for daytime mass.

Then he would go to Old Iggy's hardware store later to help move goods. This way, not only could he earn extra money, Sister Malika would not have to prepare his share of dinner, and the other children could also eat more.

I have grown up and should not cause more trouble to Sister Malika.

"Guuuuuu——"

Hearing the strange cry, the young man turned around suddenly, his dark eyes bursting with spiritual light. A reckless gray owl was instantly restrained by invisible force and froze in the air.

After looking into the owl's round yellow eyes for a tenth of a second, the boy discovered that it actually held a letter in its mouth. Even though the rain was as fine as cow hair, there was no water stain on the letter. The envelope was covered with emerald green. The curly font clearly reads:

Rodel Church, Whigginson District, Om Messiah on the bell tower.

The black-haired boy Ohm's eyes widened. This was the first time in his 11 years of life that someone had written to him!

In order to prevent the reckless bird from getting hurt, he first dragged the owl's wings with both hands, and then Ohm released the ability he called psionics.

After the freed owl handed the letter to Ohm, it gently bit Ohm's finger with its beak to apologize, then fluttered its wings and flew to the guardrail nearby to comb its damp feathers.

Ohm didn't pay attention to the owl's movements. All his attention was attracted by the envelope in his hand. He couldn't wait to open the shield-shaped paint on the envelope and read the entire letter at a glance.

Hogwarts; Albus Dumbledore; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Minerva McGonagall; wand; dragonhide gloves...

He read this short letter over and over many times, and every letter in it stirred up ripples in his heart!

I am indeed not alone!

There is a school full of people just like me!

Some strange feeling of happiness enveloped Ohm.

I can finally go to school openly without having to carefully hide my abilities!

The most important thing is that the school will actually provide a tuition subsidy of 200 Galleons for a Muggle-born person like me!

Although I don’t know what denomination of galleons is, the number 200 sounds quite large.

Moreover, I have saved some money while working outside in the past few years, which should be enough for me to go to school!

What would that magic school be like?What kind of life do other people live?Can I make friends with people my own age?

The round-faced fat chicken saw that the little guy kept grinning and his eyes were wandering. He let out a high-pitched short cry, vibrated his wings, and urged the boy to reply as soon as possible.

"Oh, my God, before July 31st... today is the 29th!" Ohm then noticed that the letter asked him to send a reply, but he didn't have a pen and paper on him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to look into the amber eyes of this fat, round-faced chicken: "I'll go down and get a pen and paper to write a reply. Just wait for me here, okay?"

Ohm felt that he must be extremely stupid at this moment, actually talking to an owl.

But unexpectedly, the owl actually nodded, folded its wings and closed its eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

"Thank you!" Ohm grinned, folded the letter and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. He rushed down to the bell tower like a fly, tore a small piece of paper from the oil paper wrapping the black bread in the kitchen, and picked it up from the road with a stick. With a pink pencil, he wrote as neatly as possible:

Dear Ms. Minerva,

I have received the letter and am willing to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I look forward to meeting you.

your future students,

Om Messiah.

The paper was so small that there was little room left after writing these few sentences.

Ohm climbed up to the top of the bell tower as nimbly as a blue sheep, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the owl still stayed in place.

He was really afraid that all this was just a dream, a mirage in the fog.

He touched the owl's round head and handed the piece of paper to its mouth: "Please deliver it for me."

This reckless, fat chicken with a round face held the stingy piece of paper in its mouth, tipped its head into Ohm's palm, flapped its wings fiercely a few times, and disappeared into the vast curtain of rain.

Ohm stared at the direction the owl was leaving, took out the letter from his trouser pocket and read it again, as if he wanted to imprint every letter on it in his mind.

Afterwards, he quickly cleaned the bell tower, packed his things and went downstairs.

He wants to share his joy with Sister Malika!Then dig out the money you have saved over the years from the ground and use it all to buy the items on the list in the letter!

Hogwarts!I'm coming!

Ohm didn't know that his behavior was seen by an old man.

The old man was tall, with long snow-white hair and beard. His shockingly blue eyes were shining brightly from behind his half-moon glasses. His long nose was crooked and looked like it had been broken at least twice.

Wearing a lavender robe embroidered with stars and a wide-brimmed peaked hat, he stood openly and openly at the door of Rodel Church. People passing by seemed to not see him at all, and their sights passed directly through the old man's body. .

If any wizards passed by, they would surely recognize the old man's true identity.

The greatest white wizard, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore!

At this moment, his eyes penetrated the thick walls of the church and fell directly on Om Messiah who was talking to the nun, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The owl that delivered Ohm's message circled in the sky, landed lightly on the old man's broad shoulder, and handed him the piece of paper in its mouth.

The small handwriting made Dumbledore straighten his arms and squint his eyes to see clearly. Seeing Ohm's affirmative reply, he slightly adjusted his robes and opened the door of the church.