Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"The corners of your mouth are grinning to the base of your ears. Who sent the letter, Ohm?" Fiorina said vaguely with her mouth full of roasted beef eye fillet.

Ohm moved away in disgust, "You swallowed the stuff in your mouth first before you spoke. It almost sprayed on my robe. It was a letter from my mother, asking me to study hard."

"It's great. My mother has been away from me for many years..." Fiorina used a fork to fork the Italian sausage slices into a pile, stuffed them into her mouth and chewed them.

Ohm looked apologetically into Fiorina's olive-green eyes and said, "I'm sorry, f·f, I didn't know this would make you sad..."

"Ah? No, no!" Fiorina waved her hands repeatedly, "She's not dead, she just divorced my dad. Because my dad shot and killed her brother."

"Huh?" Ohm's eyes widened.

"Yeah, it's true, because he sold bad 'drugs' to minors, so my dad blasted his Tianling Cap with a shotgun on Christmas Eve so that I wouldn't be influenced by him in the future. "

Fiorina used both hands to make a shotgun loading motion, and said in her mouth: "Bang!"

"Eh?!!"

Ohm was stunned, as if he had been hit by a "bomb blast", and his young mind was greatly shocked.

The Fenley family... are really tough...

"Ohm, are you going to the library at noon?"

Hermione patted Orm on the shoulder. The Gryffindor table was adjacent to Ravenclaw's, and she only had to turn around to find Orm.

"Okay, why not? It just so happens that I haven't finished my potions homework yet." Om nodded happily and looked at Fiorina, "f·f, do you want to come with us?"

"I won't go. I want to go back to the dormitory and catch up on my little Wright. See you in Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Fiorina decisively refused.

"What about Harry and Ron? Are they going?" Ohm asked Hermione while touching Fiorina's head. The gray short hair felt really good to the touch.

I hope her dad won’t come over overnight and blow my head off because of this.

"Harry is with us. As for Ron... he said he would rather jump naked into the black lake and swim with the giant squid than waste his beautiful noon reading a book."

When Ron was mentioned, Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes, looking impatient.Obviously, in her opinion, Ron's behavior was undoubtedly wasting his precious time on meaningless things.

After filling their bellies, Orm and Harry were led by Hermione through the stairs and corridors towards the library.

Ohm's eyes were attracted by the medieval plate armor on both sides of the corridor, or to be precise, by the weapons in their hands.

It was a German two-handed giant sword as tall as an ohm, with a huge cross hilt, ring decorations on both sides of the hilt guard, and a pair of smaller crescent blades on the sword body.

The entire giant sword has strong and smooth lines. This huge murder weapon deeply attracted Ohm with its unique beauty, making him fall in love with it at first sight.

How exciting it would be if I could cast spells with a weapon this size!Ohm couldn't help but fantasize about that scene, and the metal wand in his sleeve suddenly became effeminate.

Men should use giant swords!

Facts have proved that big, long, straight and hard things always make boys addicted to them. The more Ohm looks at it, the slower his pace becomes. The more he looks at it, the more he feels its charm. The more he looks at it, the more he wants to touch it and wave it with his own hands.

It wasn't until Hermione urged herself impatiently that Ohm reluctantly continued to move forward.

Harry had no interest in cold weapons. He had been complaining on the way that Professor Binns, who taught History of Magic, was so boring in class that he closed and opened his eyes in class and the whole morning passed.

"Hermione is the only one in the class who can keep from falling asleep. After all, she is so smart and can keep all the knowledge in her head." Harry said, jumping over a disappearing staircase.

"That's not the case!" The little beaver put his hands on his hips triumphantly, and his nose almost turned to the sky. "Did you know, Ohm? Professor Binns is a ghost. It is said that one day he went to class as usual, but forgot He puts on his body and becomes a ghost. I think he is so amazing. Even in this state, he never forgets to impart knowledge to us."

"Does Professor Dumbledore still need to pay him a salary?" Ohm was still thinking about the beautiful giant sword just now, and said casually: "Maybe it's because he doesn't need to be paid a salary, so he keeps teaching magic. Where’s Shi’s?”

"Well, I don't think Professor Dumbledore is such a stingy person..." Harry said uncertainly, pushed up his glasses on the tip of his nose, looked at the book on Ohm's shoulder and asked, "Are you going to school today?" Potions class? I heard from Ron's brother Percy that Professor Snape is very mean and always favors Slytherin students and tries every means to deduct points from other houses. Is this true, Om?"

Ohm recalled that after Professor Snape put out the fire in Potions class, he immediately checked to see if anyone was burned. He said, "It's true that he is mean, and his words are indeed unpleasant, but I feel that he is a strict and responsible teacher. It gave me extra points.”

"Great, I was quite afraid of going to Potions class, but now that you say that, I feel relieved." Harry said happily, raising his hand to cover the scar on his forehead. It seemed that he felt it on the day of the opening party. The pain is really my illusion... right?

"Quiet, we're in the library. Percy said that the librarian, Mrs. Pince, hates students making noise." Hermione turned to glare at the two boys and pushed open a thick and tall oak door.

There are hundreds of huge bookshelves in the huge space, which reach to the ceiling. If you want to get the books on them, you can only climb up by sliding ladders.There are hundreds of large tables with exquisite silver candlesticks placed on them. Many people are sitting at the tables, either reading quietly or immersed in writing.There was no noise in the entire space, only the rustling of pages turning and the rustling of quill tips across parchment.

Ohm, Harry and Hermione involuntarily slowed down their breathing and pace, for fear of disturbing the quiet atmosphere here.

Mrs. Pince looks like a malnourished vulture, with a long and curved neck, a head with a hooked nose stretched forward, and a sallow skin.

She sat behind the wooden counter, raised her head from a book with a wooden cover, and scanned the three people who had just come in with vigilant eyes. After confirming that these little guys had not brought in food or drinks, she slowly lowered her head. Eyes still locked on Harry and Hermione's bags.

The three of them were stared at with horror by her, and they quickly found an empty table away from the counter to sit down. Harry and Hermione went to find the books they wanted to read, while Orm continued to complete the homework assigned by Professor Snape.

Because it wasn't difficult, Ohm finished it before Harry and the others came back. He stood up and walked towards the bookshelf, looking for a book about wands or magical weapons.

Following the classification sign on the side of the bookshelf, Ohm walked deeper. In front of the blocked book area, Ohm stopped in front of a bookshelf with the sign "Magic Items and Alchemy Swords". His eyes quickly scanned the spines of the books. Then, I stopped at a tome with a red velvet cover that was thicker than a brick.

On the spine of the book is written in gilded cursive letters: "Alchemy First" by Nicol Flamel.