Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Ohm stepped forward and helped Professor Snape, who was about to fall to the ground. He put his left hand on his chest and whispered: "Resuscitate quickly."

The magic circuits engraved on the iron gloves lit up, and the magic spell released by the wand in the gauntlet was injected into Snape's body. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the dizziness caused by the coma spell was swept away.

He clasped Ohm's shoulder armor, stared at the same black eyes behind the helmet's eye holes, and scolded in a low voice: "You are a barbarian who has stronger physical strength than brain power, why don't you use all your strength! Am I someone you can easily hurt? ?”

"But, Professor," Ohm replied calmly, "our purpose is not to defeat you, but to make you change your opinion of Harry. Have you discovered it, right? He clearly had the opportunity to use a curse on you just now. He made a fool of himself, but he still chose to challenge your wand. You should also realize that Harry is no longer James, right?"

Snape turned his head and watched Harry hugging Professor Flitwick, Hermione and Fiorina to celebrate their victory. The disgust in his eyes became less and more worried.He pushed away Ohm who was supporting him and walked slowly to Harry.

As Snape approached, Harry took the initiative to take two steps forward, handed over Snape's wand, and said, "You must promise not to target me in Potions class again."

"Promise? Huh..." Snape suddenly took his wand from Harry's hand, leaned forward and stared into those emerald eyes, "You are just relying on your friends, don't think that you have so much power." Amazing, Mr. Savior...I will still keep an eye on you...I won't miss any small move..."

His voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was just a whisper, but Harry did not avoid it at all, and looked at Snape stubbornly.

Snape suddenly shook his black robe and walked towards the door like a big bat. When he reached the door, he paused again and said: "Twenty points for Gryffindor."

"Great!" Hermione jumped for joy.

"You don't have to let your image be so dark... Professor Snape..."

Ohm helplessly watched the potions professor with the toughest mouth in his body strode into the corridor and suddenly felt like he was being spied on. He suddenly turned his head to look at the seemingly empty stone wall.

This feeling feels like——

"Boss Ohm! Come and celebrate with us!" Fiorina put her arms around Hermione's shoulders, jumping and waving to Ohm, "Come on, come on!"

"Here we come!" Ohm responded, and finally glanced up and down the wall suspiciously, then walked towards his friends.

Probably, it's just a simple illusion...

Fiorina grabbed Hermione's hands and danced the tango, laughing and saying, "How about it? I just said this thing works better than a wand, right?"

"I can't believe we actually defeated the professor!" Hermione's face became a little brighter, obviously letting go of her inner burden. This child always puts too much pressure on himself.

"Without you, I definitely wouldn't be able to do all this." Harry opened his arms towards Ohm, "Thank you, Boss Ohm."

"Look what you said, it's so disgusting!" Ohm stuck the hurricane sword on the floor, took off his helmet, hugged Harry hard, and ruffled his hair, "Don't do it again this year. Want to receive my Christmas present.”

"Children, children!" Professor Flitwick shouted: "It's not too late for us to go to the dinner party. Let's raise our glasses and celebrate our victory!"

As Ohm and his group went downstairs noisily, Professor Flitwick was the only one left in the Charms classroom. He took out the shrunken desks and chairs from his pocket and restored the classroom, while looking at the empty stone wall and said : "They're gone, Albus."

"What cute little guys, aren't they?"

The walls spoke, and the air fluctuated like water. As a dark silver cloak was lifted, Dumbledore with white beard and white hair appeared in the Charms classroom.

Professor Flitwick waved his magic wand like a baton and said a little proudly: "The four of them are all good and talented children. Especially Ohm, have you seen the coordination of his sword skills and magic spells? He He's a genius! Were you staring at him just now?"

"He is a keen young man." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and helped remove the scorch marks left by the fire python when it crawled on the ground. "I only looked at him for two seconds, and he immediately found me through the direction of his sight. "

"When he comes of age, I will take him to participate in the duel competition. If he can get a good ranking, it is not impossible to win the championship." Flitwick said, raised the ground and restored it to a ladder shape, looked at Dumbledore and said: "When are you going to get rid of Quirrell? I've had enough of having a giant garlic sitting next to me every day when I eat. If you hadn't insisted, I would have cast a cutting charm on his head."

Dumbledore didn't answer, just closed his eyes, as if sensing something, then smiled, opened his eyes and said to Flitwick: "It's almost time, Filius, the fox won't be able to hide his tail." .”

On the other side, the four Ohms collided with a smelly giant monster at the stairs of the second floor.

The giant monster is about twelve feet tall. Its skin is dark and rough, as gray as granite. Its huge and stupid body is like a pile of gravel, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top. It exudes a disgusting smell. There was a stench, and an arm of astonishing length dragged a thick wooden stick.

It tilted its head, obviously not quite understanding why four little things appeared in front of it, but that didn't stop it from raising the stick and smashing these little things into delicious meat sauce.

Smelling the smell of the troll, Fiorina spit it out, while Ohm felt that his appetite disappeared like soap bubbles in the sun. He was so obsessed with mysophobia that he opened his fingers angrily at the wooden stick that the troll smashed down. .

"Dreadclaw Lightning!"

The blue electric arc instantly turned the wooden stick into charcoal, and the troll let out a miserable howl. Its arms melted like wax, and large lumps of flesh and blood dripped to the ground. The disgusting smell became even stronger.

"Ahhhh! Dirty thing! Go to hell!" Ohm went crazy, his black hair standing on end dancing wildly. He jumped up from the steps and slashed out towards the giant monster's chest with his hurricane sword burning with pale flames. Huge crescent-shaped sword energy!

"Extreme cutting!"

As the sword energy passed through the body, the giant monster's bulky body was split in half in the middle, burning with psychic flames, and fell softly to both sides.

At this moment, teachers rushed up from downstairs. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, Snape raised his eyebrows, and even Professor Sprout, who was always kind, clutched his wand with murderous intent.

But all they saw was the burning corpse of the giant monster, and the armored young man standing on the steps with a sword in the flames, his eyes gleaming with aura.