Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Come in first and I'll get you something to drink."

Hagrid placed the crossbow against the wall and opened the door of the hut. Harry, Hermione and Fiorina all walked in.

"Aren't you here to listen, Om?" Hermione turned at the door and looked at the boy who was still wielding the giant sword.

Fiorina took Hermione's hand and said, "This guy won't disrupt his training plan out of curiosity. We'll just come out and tell him after we hear it."

Ohm nodded to them in between swings of his sword, showing no intention of stopping.

Sword skills cannot be improved in a day. Only by constantly honing your body can you become one with the weapon in your hand and truly be able to command it like an arm.

What's more, in Ohm's vision, he would also be chanting incantations while wielding a giant sword. This is a state that requires a high degree of coordination of physical strength, mental power and magic power. Now he is still far away from it.

So don't stop, Ohm!

In the hut, Hagrid took out three bottles of butterbeer from the cabinet, pried open the bottle caps with his thumbs, and handed them to the little wizards.Then he took out a stack of rock biscuits, took a piece of bacon from the beam and placed it on the table.

Yaya stuck out his tongue and gasped, standing up to lick Hermione's face.

"Oh! Hahahaha, good dog, good boy!" Hermione happily stroked Ya Ya's smooth and smooth back. She really liked this kind of furry animal.

Harry took a sip of the butterbeer and felt the spicy aroma of milk and ginger fill his mouth. The taste was sweet but not greasy. He immediately fell in love with this drink, but his inner doubts were not overtaken by the delicious taste. Reduce the butterbeer by a millisecond.

"Hagrid," Harry said carefully as he watched Hagrid gesturing on the bacon with a large knife, "What kind of person was my father when he was at school?"

There was a look of nostalgia in Hagrid's eyes. He cut the bacon into thin slices and said, "Ah, James, he was so naughty at that time... Harry, you may not believe it, but now the Weasley twins plus Together we are not half as naughty as your father. He always likes to tease the whomping willow tree in school. He has a lot of friends around him. He also plays Quidditch very well and everyone likes him."

"Then -" Harry hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about Snape? He seems to hate my father."

"Nonsense!" Hagrid put the sliced ​​bacon and rock biscuits together, "They are classmates, why does he hate your father?"

Harry always felt that Hagrid was avoiding his eyes. He really hated himself for not having Ohm's ability to observe words and expressions. In that case, he could at least infer something from Hagrid's expression.

"But Professor Snape not only targeted Harry during class, but also said that his father was very arrogant." Hermione scratched Fang's ear and stared into Hagrid's eyes suspiciously, "Do you know anything about what happened between them? Something about it, Hagrid?”

Hagrid muttered something and stuffed a rock biscuit into Hermione's mouth, closing the little beaver's mouth.

"How is the design of that pistol of yours?" Hagrid asked Fiorina, "Is it that gadget that you and Ohm have been working on during this time?"

Harry suspected that Hagrid was deliberately changing the subject.Just when Fiorina was actively promoting the m1917 American-made Smith & Wesson to Hagrid, Harry discovered that there was a Daily Prophet under the plate of rock biscuits and bacon. A report on it attracted his attention. attention.

The so-called "unbreakable" Gringotts was invaded by dark wizards and broke directly into the vault. However, the vault had been emptied earlier. What exactly was stored in it? A spokesman for Gringotts said that "there is no explanation" inform".

This reminded Harry of Vault 713, which he and Hagrid had gone to together. There was nothing in there except a dirty little package that Hagrid had taken away.

Doesn’t that just meet the condition of “being lifted out of an empty treasury”?

"Hagrid!" Harry pulled out the newspaper and pointed at the report and said to Hagrid: "We were in Gringotts that day! We might have seen the prisoner!"

There was no doubt that Hagrid did not dare to look Harry in the eyes this time.He just snorted, picked up a piece of bacon from the plate and handed it to Harry, muttering: "Eat more, Harry, look at how thin you are."

Seeing that Hagrid was unwilling to speak, Harry could only keep the matter in mind and wait to discuss it with Orm and the others later.

When they left, everyone's pockets were filled with heavy rock biscuits, especially Fiorina, who liked to eat them soaked in yogurt.

Ohm wrapped the giant sword in Thestral leather, and after saying hello to Hagrid, he walked slowly along the shore of the Black Lake with Fiorina and the others.

Ohm was sweating so much that he simply took off his shirt, revealing his lean, bronzed chest, which he wore directly in his robe. Sister Malika's rosary beads were dancing on his chest.

"That is to say, apart from the fact that Professor Snape was once a classmate of Harry's father, nothing was asked?" Ohm shook his collar to dissipate body heat and looked at Harry with his deep black eyes.

It's really more and more consistent with the reasoning I made. Maybe it's really a family ethics drama that's set at [-]pm.

Think about it, he was friendly with his classmate, he was entangled with her, but in the end she chose him, causing him to turn against him... This sounds so pleasant to the ears.

"Yes..." Harry nodded in frustration, "What should I do next, Om? I don't want to have to deduct dozens of points in every class! That will make me a Gryffindor sinner. "

Ohm rested his chin, pondered slightly, and said, "I think we can refer to Fiorina's suggestions now."

"What?!" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, "Ohm, you can't let Harry shoot the professor in the head! He will be sent to Azkaban!"

Fiorina's eyes shone, "It should have been done a long time ago. Do you need me to provide equipment support?"

Harry shook his head repeatedly and said, "Although I hate Snape, I don't want to kill him personally."

"What I mean is..." Ohm raised his hand to signal the three of them to calm down, "The wizard's hatred should be resolved in the wizard's way, that is, by challenging Professor Snape to a duel! If Professor Snape loses, he will not be able to do so in the future. Target Harry again! After all, Harry is just James' son, not an emotional substitute."

"Duel?" Harry's eyes widened, "How can I win? He is a professor!"

"I didn't ask you to fight him alone." Om put his arm around Harry's neck and pointed at Fiorina who was eager to try and Hermione who was hesitant. "We four first-year wizards will form a team and compete with him." It’s not too much for him to teach dueling, right?”

"Not too much! Not too much!" Fiorina waved her fists and jumped to her feet.

"And I can also ask Professor Flitwick to be the referee to ensure the fairness of the entire duel." Ohm continued to persuade.

"Since Professor Flitwick is here, it's okay to let me help." Hermione said coyly, and then added to Harry: "I don't want to help you!"

"You..." The corners of Harry's eyes were moist. Having such three good friends was the luckiest thing for him.

Ohm patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Since everyone agrees, let's challenge our fathers to a gorgeous duel together!"