Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

soul!

Just after Ohm gave the two names in his own name, they felt their own souls in the giant sword and armor!

But they are still so weak and fragmented that they can't do anything except express the most basic emotions and slightly increase the magic flow rate of weapons and armor.

If the soul of a normal person is a villa that has been decorated and fully furnished, then the two souls that Ohm feels are the cement and bricks scattered on the construction site. Ohm knows that they will eventually build a house, but he does not know that in the end What kind of house would it become.

Is this common to all magic weapons?

Probably not.

At least when Ohm used the pink fur rabbit with runes etched by Fiorina and the rune magic sword he made, he didn't feel the existence of soul fragments inside, it was just a dead thing with magical power.

Can it only be because you named them?

"Ohm, why are you in a daze?" Fiorina watched her good brother put on armor and raised his sword and stopped moving. She couldn't help but stepped forward and pushed him. "We are about to set off, and the dinner is about to begin." Here we go, I don’t want to get scolded by Snape for being late.”

"I just got some inspiration. It's okay. Let's go." Ohm regained his mind and saw that the three of them had put on winter cloaks and carried kite-shaped shields on their backs. Everything was ready, so he nodded. Put on his cloak.

It was already dark, and the wind and snow were getting more violent. If not for the warm firelight in every window of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, illuminating the night, there might have been a reckless little wizard getting lost on this large lawn. .

Hagrid was leading the way, his huge body shielding the little wizards from the biting cold wind, and his big feet wearing long boots pressed a hard snowy path on the grass.

Fiorina, Hermione and Harry lowered their heads and followed closely behind Hagrid. Orm leaned the giant sword against the breastplate and followed at the end to prevent anyone from falling behind.

As they approached the castle, the harsh cold wind suddenly stopped. The group of people couldn't wait to run into the corridor, brushing the snowflakes off their heads and shoulders, and said goodbye to Hagrid at the door of the restaurant.

"I'm waiting for your good news." Hagrid waved his fist to encourage Harry, "Go on, Harry, give Snape some color!"

The castle is full of Halloween decorations, flying bats shuttle between the crystal chandeliers, hollow pumpkin lanterns flashing with faint green fire, and the stone statues and armors in the corridors will suddenly startle people and give out hollow and sinister sneers.

There are also ghost knights riding ghost horses. They roar through the walls, waving their swords and flails wantonly, and trying to invite Ohm in knight armor to join them.

The group walked up the main staircase and passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor.

Smelling the familiar smell of garlic, Ohm suddenly stopped and looked at the pickled wooden door with doubtful eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there anything strange?" Hermione asked in confusion as she almost couldn't stop the car and hit Ohm's back.

Ohm pushed up the visor of his helmet, looked at Fiorina who was checking the pink fur rabbit magazine, and said: "f·f, do you remember telling me before that there was a foul smell under Quirrell's turban? ?”

"Of course! That's clearly the smell of corpse smell!" Fiorina pointed to her nose, "With my rich experience, there is no way I can smell it wrong!"

Om widened his eyes slightly, looked at them seriously and said: "Under normal circumstances, how could a healthy adult male have corpse odor on his body? If there is corpse odor on his body, is his life coming to an end soon? Woolen cloth?"

"Maybe it's because he never takes off his headscarf and his skull is rotten?" Fiorina tilted her head.

Harry suddenly thought of the hunter in the forest who gave Hagrid a headache, and said quickly: "Ohm, you mean, the unicorn might have been attacked by Quirrell, and his purpose was to slow down the decay of his body? "

"Then why is he like this? Is he injured? Or is he poisoned by some creature?" Hermione was a little panicked and clasped her fingers tightly together.

"Maybe it's worse, brothers, I think it's probably that-" Fiorina and Orm looked at each other and said in unison: "Voldemort!"

"No matter what happens to Quirrell, we must tell the professors about it!" Om pulled down his visor, "Let's go quickly, let's go find Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape now!"

The four of them ran away, taking three steps and two steps up the stairs leading to the fourth floor, and rushed into the Charms classroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Snape's needle-laced venom sprayed out.

"Potter! I understand that your incompetence in potions is due to your underdeveloped brain, but your rude behavior now also shows that your cerebellum is completely underdeveloped!" Snape, who was standing in front of the window, turned and stared at Harry's face. His face showed a clear look of disgust, "I'm afraid you are already completely following your father, right? Every day you dream of becoming a Serbian orangutan riding on a broomstick."

Harry was furious: "You——"

Ohm immediately covered Harry's mouth from behind. Empty anger could not change anything, only substantial power could change other people's opinions.

What's more, there are more important things now!

"Severus! As a professor, watch your words!" Professor Flitwick said loudly, standing on a chair cushioned by four large books.

Snape glanced at him sideways, snorted, crossed his arms, and turned away from Harry.

"Professor, I have something very important to report to you." Ohm took two steps forward, looked into Professor Flitwick's dark eyes, and said seriously.

Professor Flitwick was still looking at Ohm's full set of knight plate armor, and said with a smile: "Sword and stick dueling, right? It seems that you want to attract firepower yourself and create an opportunity for the three of them to attack. Oh. , what’s the matter, ohm?”

Snape on the side also turned his eyes sideways to show that he was listening.

After sorting out his thoughts for a while, Ohm connected the three events of the mysterious vampire creature in the Forbidden Forest, the rotten smell in Quirrell's turban, and the mysterious disappearance of Voldemort, and told the two professors his deductions.

"...To sum up, my friends and I all doubt whether Voldemort might have taken possession of Professor Quirrell's body in some way while Professor Quirrell was inspecting the Romanian forest, and used Professor Quirrell's How about returning to Hogwarts to recuperate?"

Professor Flitwick trembled hard when he heard Voldemort's name, and then turned his eyes to Professor Snape, showing a questioning tone.

This detail was noticed by Ohm, but he didn't show any expression and just kept it silently in his mind.

"Professor Flitwick, if it's really the mysterious man lying on the ground - I mean - the mysterious man, that would be terrible!" Hermione jumped to her feet anxiously, "Let's go and notify Principal Dumbledore!"

"Do not."

Snape shook his head calmly, "Miss Know-It-All, I have to tell you whimsical little minds one thing clearly, that is Quirrell is still Quirrell, he has not been replaced by You-Know-Who. This is..."

He looked at Ohm with his empty eyes and said, "This is something that Professor Dumbledore and I confirmed together."

"But, Professor, Quirrell -" Fiorina wanted to say that she smelled absolutely right, there was the smell of corpse on Quirrell's head, but Ohm raised his hand to stop her.

"I understand, Professor Snape." Orm said calmly: "Quirrell is still Quirrell."

"What?" Harry couldn't believe that his friend would actually reject his own inference. He pointed at Snape angrily, "I think he just wants to be in cahoots with Quirrell!"

"Harry!" Ohm raised his voice and turned to stare at the disheveled little wizard, "Trust Professor Dumbledore."

Harry opened his mouth, took two heavy breaths, and stopped talking.

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, looked at Ohm and Snape expectantly, and said sharply: "Okay, let's leave the sumptuous dinner behind and gather here for more important things. Let's start a game." Let’s duel students versus professors!”