Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Harry woke up, but didn't open his eyes.

Last night, he followed the Dursleys to the small house on this isolated island. A giant knocked on the door in the middle of the night and brought him the first cake in his life. At the same time, he told himself that he was a wizard. Cousin Dali was also given a curly pig tail.

What a beautiful scene, it almost makes me fly with joy.

But the more this happened, the more Harry was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would find that it was just a dream.

"Da da da."

Harry's heart sank as Aunt Petunia knocked on his locker door again.

Sure enough, was it just a dream?

"Da da da."

The knocking sound became more rapid, and Harry reluctantly sat up, knowing that he would be in pain if he didn't make breakfast.

"I'm awake, I'm awake."

Fumbling to put on his glasses, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that where Aunt Petunia was, it was clearly a barn owl tapping on the window of the island cabin!

Turning around, the giant Hagrid was lying on his back on the collapsed sofa, with one hand behind his big, fluffy head. He was covered with his big, thick moleskin coat with countless pockets. He kept mumbling something.

Suddenly, the joy in Harry's heart swelled up like a balloon, and it was almost astonishing.

That's not a dream!He really is a wizard!

He opened the window, and the barn owl jumped in, holding out its right talon with a newspaper tied reservedly.

“Thanks—ouch!”

Harry went straight to unpack the newspaper, but unexpectedly, he was bitten on the finger by an owl.

He gasped, rubbed the bite area, and pushed Hagrid, who was still sleeping.

"Hagrid, an owl brought the newspaper."

"Get five Knuts for it..." Hagrid said drowsily.

"'Nat'?"

"Those little coins."

Harry put his hand into the pocket of Hagrid's moleskin coat. The touch on his fingertips reminded him that this was a kettle, this was an iron drill, this was the hair of an unknown animal, and this was the leftover sausage from last night. , this is a slippery thing that moves...

After reaching all the way inside, Harry found a handful of coin-like objects. He took out five of them and stuffed them into the small pouch on the owl's left talon, and then successfully removed the newspaper from its talon.

Hagrid yawned long and loud, stretched out and climbed up, taking the newspaper from Harry's hand: "Good morning, Harry."

"Good morning, Hagrid. Is this a wizard's newspaper?" Harry stared at the rolled-up newspaper, which clearly had moving pictures printed on it.

"Oh, yes, the Daily Prophet, every wizard likes to read it." Hagrid opened the newspaper with a smile, turned the front page to Harry for a look, then turned it back and read a few sentences for himself, and smashed it loudly Tongue: "The Ministry always makes a mess."

"What is the Ministry of Magic?" Harry found himself curious about every word Hagrid said.

"Hmm... it's comparable to Muggle... uh... that... town hall?" Hagrid scratched his shaggy beard.

"I think you mean government?" Harry corrected Hagrid's pronunciation and stood on tiptoe to read the contents of the Daily Prophet.

"Almost." Hagrid casually flipped through the entire newspaper, folded it and stuffed it into his clothes: "Okay Harry, we still have a lot to do today! Let's eat some sausages with your birthday cake?" It’s just as delicious cold.”

As he spoke, he showed a mysterious smile: "Today is the first day you enter your parents' world."

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Ohm woke up at five in the morning, changed his clothes early, paced back and forth in the lobby, checking the calendar every few minutes to make sure today was August [-]st.

"For God's sake, Ohm!" Malenia Messiah propped her head up from the bench and growled: "Can you sit down and rest for a while?"

In Rodel Church, the older children sleep on the prayer benches, so that the only bed can be given to the five or six-year-olds, and they can also get up to sell newspapers or deliver milk. more convenient.

Sister Malika slept in a rickety armchair so that she could get up from time to time to see if the children were sleeping peacefully.

Malenia was two years younger than Om. She was born with amblyopia and only had one right leg. She was abandoned by her biological parents at the door of Rodel Church. If Sister Malika had not raised her selflessly, she might have froze to death on that cold winter night. .

She has beautiful red curly hair, her skin is as white as porcelain, and you can even see thin red blood streaks through her skin, and her big, dull eyes are covered with a layer of white.

Marlenia has to go to a nearby clinic to collect and clean bed sheets and hospital gowns every night. She is often busy until very late, so she is also the one who gets up the most angrily.

"I'm sorry, Marlene."

Om realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He opened the blanket he had folded and covered Malenia.

Perhaps because she was abandoned in the winter, Marlenia was very afraid of the cold, and she often shivered uncontrollably during this rainy season.

Just when Ohm was about to get up, Marlenia grabbed his hand.

"Let me see you again."

She said softly, tightly holding the boy's palms covered with fine wounds and calluses.

"What's wrong? Have you forgotten what your brother Om looks like?"

Despite saying this, Ohm still leaned down obediently and put Malenia's palm on her face.

This is the way Marlenia, who was born with amblyopia, "sees" people.

Ohm felt Marlenia's fingers, which had many cracks soaked in cold water, caressing every inch of skin on his face. While feeling distressed, he also secretly made up his mind.

When I learn how to conjure bread and butter, I'll make life better for you all.

Anyone who stands in the way of realizing this dream will be wiped from my face.

When the girl touched Ohm's sunken cheek, she knew that he had given his food to others again. She sighed and said, "When you get there, you must take care of yourself and eat well so that you can have the strength to learn your skills."

"I'm not leaving so soon, Marlene. I just went to buy some things today." Om covered Marlenia's cold palm, stuffed it into the blanket, and touched her forehead: "You are talking more and more like Sister Malika."

The separation is inevitable, but at least I can stay with you for another month.

There was the rustling of clothes on another bench, and Ohm knew it was Cosmos getting up. He had to report to the milk station before 05:30, and was preparing to ride his bicycle to deliver milk.

Cosmos, who was as lanky as a bamboo pole, rubbed his eyes and saw that Brother Om and Sister Marlenia were both awake, grinning silently, revealing a row of shining teeth.

He is mute, and his facial features are very strange. His forehead is short and flat, his nose is high and wide, his eye sockets are sunken, and his mouth is big.

More like an animal than a human.

But the children in the orphanage like him very much, because he is very good at making strange toys out of bits and pieces, which adds a lot of joy to the orphanage.

Cosmos opened the door silently and trotted out. Seeing that this reckless man forgot to close the door again, Om shook his head helplessly, got up and closed the door.

The sound of closing the door made Aaron, who was sleeping next to the door, smack his lips, turn over and cover his head.

He worked as an apprentice at a carpenter's shop and often worked all day long. After being tired, even the thunder in the sky could not wake him up.

"what time is it?"

Marlenia asked after hearing Ohm tiptoeing back.

Ohm used the faint light to glance at the clock on the wall that was older than Sister Malika.

"It won't be a quarter past five." Afraid of disturbing anyone again, Ohm put his lips to Marlenia's ear and whispered softly.

"You sit here and wake me up at six o'clock, and I will prepare everyone's breakfast."

Marlenia held her pillow in her arms, rested her head on Ohm's lap, reached out and pinched his nose: "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen, do you hear me?"

Ohm is very versatile. He can help the shop owner keep accounts and calculate money. He can make money by digging sewers. He can help classmates get paid for their homework. He can knit blankets and scarves for sale. He can even complete physical tasks that two adults cannot complete by himself. Work just to get [-] times the salary.

But his cooking skills can only be described as tragic.

Even if it is rated as "edible", Ohm's food is far from qualified.

Lakad, the least picky eater in the orphanage, discovered food that he couldn't swallow no matter what.

Marlenia still remembers the scene.

"Is this shit?" Larcade asked sincerely as he poked the brown lump on the plate with a spoon.

"This is not shit, it's a cake made by Brother Om for you! Eat it quickly, it's delicious." Om, wearing an apron and holding his hands on his hips, distributed lumps of unknown objects to the children's plates.

Lacard took a bite of it doubtfully and cried out: "This is shit!"

Since then, the little ones in the orphanage have been scrambling to learn how to cook, and Om has never been allowed to step into the kitchen again.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep." Ohm helplessly stroked Marlenia's bright red hair and coaxed her softly.

Is it really that bad?

Obviously the stray dogs outside the church were enjoying their meal?