Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Sister, I swear this is not a prank, but a real letter sent to me by an owl."

Om paced anxiously, back and forth in front of the podium that Sister Mallika had arranged.

Sister Malika has taught herself to tell the truth since she was a child, so why is she not believed by the nun when she tells the truth?

"Oh, my poor child..."

The tall and thin Sister Malika held the impatient Ohm in her arms and gently stroked his long black hair: "You are the child I found at the feet of Jesus. You and I are both people who have been blessed by God. I How can I let you go to that 'hog wart'..."

"It's Hogwarts, Sister Malika."

Ohm also hugged Malika, and at such a close distance, the deep wrinkles that appeared prematurely on Malika's face were like knives, stabbing her heart with dull pain.

Rodel Church is said to be a church, but it is actually an orphanage. Thirteen children have been adopted here, and almost all of them depend on Sister Malika for their healthy survival.

In order to maintain food and clothing for the children, it was far from enough to rely solely on clergy allowances. Sister Malika spent all her time working outside of prayer, whether she was a tally clerk in a supermarket or a cleaner in a restaurant, as long as she could make it She would make sure the children had enough to eat.

Ohm even vaguely remembered that when he was a child, a man came out of Sister Malika's room. The nun cried for a long time that day, so he had a deep impression.

So the man died 10 minutes after leaving Rodel Church. A steel bar fell from the sky, pierced his head and nailed him directly to the middle of the road.

Except for Ohm, who was two kilometers away, no one knew how the fatal steel bar fell.

He didn't care whether the man was good or evil, and he didn't know what he did in Sister Malika's room. He only knew that the nun who raised him was crying because of him.

So this man must die!So that the gods can redeem his soul!

Years of hard work have given Malika, who is clearly under 40 years old, a look of 60 years old.

The time I spent wearing a nun's uniform was not even as long as the time I wore a supermarket employee's uniform.Apart from the rosary around his neck and the Bible that never left his body, there was almost no trace of a clergyman.

"Whatever it's called, my dear Ohm."

Sister Malika held the boy's cheeks with her rough and thin hands. Unknowingly, he had grown so tall.

It seems like yesterday when I picked up the thin and pink boy from his swaddling clothes.

"I hope you can become a lawyer or a doctor in the future. That is a decent job that can make you live a good life. Instead of learning tricks from a man named Dumbledore——"

"Respectable lady, what he will learn at Hogwarts will be magic, not tricks, but the skills that will truly allow him to establish himself in the wizarding world."

The door opened, and an old man who looked like a "magician" strode in. His loud voice echoed on the walls of the church.

"Magic can do many things that ordinary people can't imagine, such as..."

Dumbledore winked mischievously at the surprised pair and waved his gnarled wand towards the church pews.

"The birds are flying."

The bench that Ohm had rubbed at least thousands of times turned into hundreds of emerald-blue birds in the blink of an eye. They had golden throats and slender tail feathers, hovering on the dome and singing, as if angels were sent to guide them. Messenger of the Holy Spirit.

"Oh my God!" Sister Malika clutched the cross on her chest tightly and stared at the unimaginable scenery.

"Wow..." The other children heard the noise and came out to see the birds flying and singing in the church. They all exclaimed in surprise.

With a slight smile, Dumbledore tapped the wand in his hand.

The birds circled down and landed on the children's heads, shoulders and hands. They happily stroked these smart little guys and touched the emerald blue feathers and smooth beaks with their fingertips.

Ohm held a little bluebird in his hands, and he could feel the warmth of its body and the beating of its heart in his palms.

Incredible!This is a living creature!

Turning wood into a living thing is almost like a miracle!

"Sir, can I do this too?"

Ohm looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of anticipation.

If I could turn the table into a turkey and the books into bread, Sister Malika would never have to worry about her children going hungry again!

Marlenia no longer has to use the crutches that are about to break, Blaze can have his own pillow, and Lawrence can use plenty of burn ointment.

Maybe I can even give poor little Lani two or even three new outfits that she can wear every day!

Dumbledore nodded kindly towards Ohm, and said to Sister Malika who still had not recovered: "As you can see, your child Ohm has the same talent as me, or a talent given by God. Hogwarts School is a school established to allow these children to learn how to control their talents. We will provide full-time education with free room and board. If Ohm performs well, there will be additional scholarships available."

Dumbledore, who has been the principal for almost 100 years, knows that most of these clergy have harmonious and eclectic personalities.

If you tell them that this is the child's own talent, most of them will not take it seriously.

If you say this is a talent given by God, then they will be happy to send their children to Hogwarts to study.

"I understand...I agree with Om going to Hogwarts."

Feeling the vivid little blue bird on her finger, Malika knew that the child she raised would embark on a path she could not imagine.

Then as a mother, she only needs to silently support Ohm.

"Great." Dumbledore waved his wand happily, and the little bluebird reassembled the badly worn bench amidst the disappointed sighs of the children.

He took out a heavy bag from under the lavender star robe and handed it to Sister Malika.

"This is Ohm's study subsidy for this year. Don't worry, madam, his schooling expenses will be sponsored by the teaching fund established by the Ministry of Magic."

"Worried? No..."

Sister Malika looked at Om's yearning eyes, her light green eyes filled with mist: "I want him to see the outside world, but I'm also afraid that he will never come back."

The young eagle will eventually leave the nest, but when he soars high in the sky and overlooks the mountains and rivers, will he still remember the dilapidated eagle's nest?

"Don't worry, Sister Malika."

Sensing the nun's sadness, Ohm kissed her cheek and whispered: "You are my real mother."

This inseparable kindness has always been deeply engraved in Ohm's heart.

"Sir, you must be Principal Dumbledore." Om stretched out his right hand towards the old man with white beard and hair in front of him: "My name is Om Messiah. Nice to meet you."

"Just call me professor, Ohm."

Stretching out his right hand to shake hands with Ohm, looking at his precocious and steady eyes, Dumbledore's thoughts flew back to 50 years ago.

At that time, he was also visiting the orphanage, and he was also a precocious and gifted boy.

It's just that the boy's eyes were as cold as a riverbed in late winter, while this boy's heart was as warm as the sun in early summer.

From the moment he entered, Dumbledore had maintained low-intensity Legilimency, extracting Ohm's thoughts through eye contact from time to time.

This child had no idea what would happen to him after he learned magic. He had been thinking about his family and wanted them to live a better life.

This is just an 11-year-old kid...

What an amazing love!

"On August [-]st, someone will come to take you to buy things for school. Don't miss it."

Dumbledore raised his hand and rubbed Ohm's thick black hair, took off his hat and saluted Sister Malika, turned around and walked out of the church.

At the same time, not far away on Privet Drive, a family was unable to bear the harassment of letters and fled the house with their entire family.