Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

At the same time that Ohm was walking up the stairs leading to the principal's office, a head wrapped in a turban carefully poked its head out from the corner, staring at Ohm's face that was almost indistinguishable from an adult with a cold look that was completely different from usual. A strangely tall figure.

Quirrell watched helplessly as the stone beast jumped back to its original position, waved his wand and cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and walked quickly back to his office.

Here is a huge and crowded room, with many lit incense burners placed on the floor, green smoke swirling up, and the air is filled with a strong smell of Indian curry.

Quirrell looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then closed the door.

He knocked on the door handle with his wand to lock it. Quirrell relaxed and walked quickly to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and whispered: "Master..."

In an instant, unspeakable pain filled the whole body, as if every nerve in the body was being peeled off and burned. A pale, deformed, snake-like face squeezed out from under Quirrell's face, speaking in a thin, hoarse voice. Said: "What's disturbing my sleep?"

"Master, I saw that Ohm Messiah went to the principal's office, and we robbed... I mean! I suspect that he and Dumbledore may be planning something that will be detrimental to Master, you in obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. ..." Quirrell carefully considered his words, for fear of angering the twisted soul residing in his body.

"Ha... Dumbledore, the old bee, can no longer stop my rise and recovery..." A sarcastic smile appeared on the pale snake's face, and his eyes with only a slit suddenly revealed a pious look.

"I have seen it... When I was wandering in the world in the form of a soul, I saw... the holy number called seven, the holy number full of magic... the holy number blessed by the sage! Ah, Yes! Sevenfold blessing—" Voldemort suddenly laughed uncontrollably, his tone full of joy and kindness.

Quirrell felt horrified. The back of his head suddenly became extremely itchy. Huge and transparent pustules appeared on his hands. His whole body exuded a vague and terrifying stench. Even the incense in the room couldn't help it. Occlusion.

"Lord-Lord-Master..." Now he was really stuttering, and the rising fear in his heart overwhelmed his remaining sanity.

Voldemort suddenly stopped laughing and said with a gloomy face: "Take me to a place."

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The door opened.

Ohm walked into a large, crowded circular room filled with all kinds of funny little noises.On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and spitting out small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits of old principals, both men and women, snoring gently in their respective frames.There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat.

Next to the table stood a brass perch with exquisite carvings. Perched on it was a large bird with beautiful fiery red feathers and slender tail feathers - it was a phoenix!

"Welcome, Mr. Messiah." Professor Dumbledore stood up from behind the huge table and opened his arms to greet Ohm who was curiously looking at the strange silverware. "Would you like a cup of Ceylon black tea?"

"I can drink anything, Professor Dumbledore." Orm nodded politely and walked to the table. There was a chair with a straight back, which was obviously a seat reserved for himself.

He sat down and watched as a ceramic teapot and a tea cup came trotting along the table, making himself a cup of fragrant black tea.

Ohm raised his glass to toast Professor Dumbledore and took a shallow sip under the old man's kind eyes.

so sweet! ! !

You can’t even feel the aroma of black tea. How much sugar is added here?It’s just like a cup of sugar water, so sweet it’s almost bitter!

"Would you like some of Honeydukes' new Cockroach Pile with your tea?"

Like an old man showing his hidden snacks to his grandson, Dumbledore took out a large box of magic candies from the desk drawer that looked like real cockroaches, crawling around and fluttering in the box.

He smiled and said: "Ambrosio (the owner of Honeydukes candy store) gave it to me. It is not available on the market now. I like its licorice flavor very much."

The moment he saw the cockroach, Om suddenly became mysophobic and felt chills all over his body.He silently moved his chair back, feeling that the expression on his face must be as ugly as having trismus, and said with a forced smile: "I'm afraid I'm allergic to cockroaches, Professor, whether it's true or not."

"That's such a shame." Dumbledore nodded understandingly, happily grabbed a cockroach and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and took another sip of the extremely sweet black tea.

"Professor, about Quirrell," Ohm found that he really couldn't stand someone eating this dirty insect alive in front of him, so he quickly changed the topic to the right track before he felt sick to his stomach, "You know very well that Voldemort will In his case, why not eliminate him and let him continue to teach?”

"Because I want to save him, kid." Dumbledore said, taking another sip of tea: "I want to try to save his soul that was bewitched by Voldemort... Please don't look at me like that, Mr. Messiah, please Forgive the soft-heartedness of an old man who watched Quirrell grow up... He was a very good child before, smart, upright, and compassionate... But I'm afraid it was because of his compassion that Voldemort had an opportunity. .”

"What about the other children?" Ohm's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the wise professor in front of him would hesitate to take action for such a reason.

So what if Quirrell suddenly goes crazy unreasonably during class and slaughters little wizards randomly with magic spells?

Will their relatives take the risk of losing their children without their knowledge because Dumbledore wants to save a soul that has fallen from self-destruction?

Ohm said angrily: "Then those other children who don't know the truth, must they be forced to be locked in a classroom like an oven with a person possessed by a terrorist?! They don't even know that their cowardly and ridiculous teacher Is it fair to them that there is a Dark Lord hidden under the hood who has terrorized the entire wizarding world for decades?!”

The phoenix let out a sweet yet uneasy cry. It sensed Ohm's surging psychic reaction and tried to remind its contractor.

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Phoenix's warning, stared into Ohm's eyes, shook his head slowly, and said: "Not at all, dear child, not at all. But please believe me, Voldemort is accomplishing his goal. He will not expose himself easily before his purpose. Moreover, his ending has already been determined..."

The old man stood up and waved over a stone basin with carved patterns on the edges and a shallow bottom.

"Ohm, you are very smart and powerful. You can piece together the truth of the matter just by relying on these scattered messages. This is also the main reason why I came to you today. I will reveal to you the entanglement between the fate of Voldemort and the savior, and will you Introducing this fateful battle that has lasted for more than ten years.”

"Savior? You mean Harry?" Om couldn't help but sneered sarcastically. It seemed that the reason why he came to the principal's office was because of his friendship with Harry.

"I'm afraid you let me know because of the good relationship between me and Harry, right? In your heart, you already have acquiescence that I am the best candidate to protect the savior? And you told me this, but you didn't plan to tell Harry Lee, are you planning to let me, who was led by you into the magical world, take Harry, who is unaware of it, to have sex with Voldemort?"

Facing Ohm's three consecutive questions, Dumbledore looked at Ohm in surprise. He raised his hand and pulled out a silk-like object from his temple, put it into the basin with the tip of his wand, and said: "Savior Not Harry, but you, my dear boy. This is your destiny whether you like it or not."

He took out the wand with many knots from his arms and tapped it on the edge of the stone basin.

Thick white mist billowed up in the basin, forming a slender woman with huge glasses who looked like a dragonfly.She leaned back on the chair and made a hoarse and harsh voice——