Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The black Bentley took Om and Harry to the intersection of Privet Drive, where they waved goodbye to Fiorina.

"On the 24th, I will come to you!" Fiorina stuck her head out of the car window, put her hands in front of her mouth, and shouted to Om, "Let's spend Christmas together!"

Ohm just smiled and waved his arms widely, until Harry suddenly tugged on his sleeve and said, "Did you forget to give her the luggage?"

broken!

A thunderbolt flashed through Ohm's heart. Fiorina's clothes and cat were still in her shrine!

Even if his memory is as good as Ohm's, many years of ordinary life only allow him to check the things on his hands and the pockets of his clothes at any time when he goes out, which will not help him cultivate the ability to always check the objects that have been casted by the traceless stretch spell. This is the habit of "internally".

This kind of Muggle thinking also caused Ohm to "forget" the things in the shrine very naturally!

"Look at my damn memory," Ohm slapped his forehead in annoyance, "I'll ask Fourteen to send it to her later. I hope she doesn't live too far away, otherwise Wright will be hungry."

Ohm and Harry walked along Privet Drive, which was covered with a thin layer of ice. Along the way, Harry kept discussing with Ohm the wonderful performances of the players in the Quidditch world this year.

Although Om didn't pay much attention to Quidditch, he memorized the rules.Therefore, he and Harry had no problem discussing these topics. At most, they would regard the Scottish players as English.

"I want to be a professional Quidditch player like them in the future!" When the two of them walked to the door of Dursley's house, Harry said to Ohm with longing, "That way everyone will only remember me as A player instead of a savior."

"I'm optimistic about you, Harry. You have this talent. As long as you work hard in one direction, you will definitely succeed." Ohm activated the shrine with psionic energy, and Servant No. 009 stretched out a lonely skeleton from the shrine. The arm, the metal palm, held Harry's large box and placed it firmly on the ground.

Soon, the cage containing Hedwig was also taken out.As soon as the snow-white owl saw the owner who threw it into the dark space, it made a dissatisfied "coo" sound in its throat.

When Harry rang the doorbell, there was first a muffled "Who is it?" from inside the door, and then there was the sound of "crunching" from far to near as heavy footsteps stepped on the wooden floor.

Immediately afterwards, the door opened with a "click", and a fat, red face with a short ginger beard on his upper lip poked out from behind the door. His face was not very friendly when he saw Harry. After that, he became even more gloomy.

"You still have the nerve to come back?!" The big fat face roared, spitting, "You shameless thing, after causing such serious harm to my son, you actually dare to come and knock on my door with a shameless face. !”

"I didn't do anything to Dally!" Harry pushed back forcefully, "That pig tail was entirely his own fault! And I've already written to tell you that I'm coming back for Christmas!"

Vernon looked like he wanted to say something else, but when he saw a tall adult with long black hair and a wand (at least it seemed) standing behind his most annoying nephew, he instantly recalled the last time he had grown up. After a painful experience of dealing with a wizard (taking his son to a private clinic to cut off a pig's tail), he had no choice but to show an expression as if he had eaten a fly, opened the door heavily, and walked into the house without looking back.

"If you are no longer welcome here," Ohm watched as Harry walked through the door carrying his belongings with some difficulty, "there will always be a place for you in Rodel Church."

Om had told Harry before that he should live directly at Rodel Church during the Christmas holidays so that he could spend the holidays together without having to see his annoying relatives. The Dursleys would also be furious because of Harry's return. .

Killing three birds with one stone, three wins, Qin Shihuang steps on the wire - winning is a yes.

But Harry knew that Orm would have to take care of twelve younger brothers and sisters after he returned, and he didn't want to cause trouble to his best friend, so he refused and insisted on staying at the Dursleys until Christmas Eve.

Harry turned to look at Ohm, with a hint of sadness and great joy in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but just nodded.

"Close the door quickly, you little brat! The air conditioner is coming in!" Vernon's roar came from the living room.

"Right away!" Harry handled it skillfully and said to Ohm, "Let's meet on the 24th."

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When Ohm was still about 200 meters away from Rodel Church, Goff, who had excellent eyesight, had already spotted the familiar figure of his boss on the bell tower of the church. He quickly opened the partition of the bell tower and pulled open the navy blue bag covering his mouth. He wore a colored scarf and shouted down: "Ohm is back!"

The sound echoed off the rough stone walls of the bell tower and reached everyone's ears along the rugged and steep wooden stairs. The quiet church suddenly became lively.

Blaze, the crazy little guy, was running around like a real puppy, spinning in circles excitedly; Rakad looked embarrassed, obviously recalling the fear of being dominated by Ohm's cooking skills last time; Germann smiled. He held Lani in his arms and pushed his wheelchair to open the door for the boss.

"What are you doing back here? Just stay in his castle!"

In the kitchen, Marlenia stared with her big eyes covered by white shadows, viciously cut off a particularly large piece of steak and put it on Ohm's plate.

Ohm entrusted Hagrid to help bring all the [-] galleons in his scholarship to Gringotts and exchanged it for [-] pounds, and then handed it all to Sister Malika. The living environment of the orphans suddenly became much better. , at least there is meat in every meal.

Marlenia fumbled and poured a spoonful of gravy on Ohm's plate, thinking angrily:

Damn you, don't think it's a big deal if you can provide us with meat. I'm going to make you pay for not writing to me alone for so long!

Hmm... As a punishment, you must tell me about your experience in the magic school before going to bed tonight until I am satisfied!

Elena and Crula, who were distributing tableware on the table behind her, looked at each other across the table and covered their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing.

Sister Malika asked Aaron to look at the stew in the pot and quickly walked out of the kitchen.Even though she often wrote letters, she still had tears in her eyes when she saw her eldest son, who had grown much taller and stronger, walking in from the church door and stroking the hair of Geman and Lani.

"Mom!" Om saw Sister Malika, who was looking much better, and a sour happiness filled his chest, urging him to run towards his mother and hug her into his arms, "I'm back."

For the first time, this was the first time Ohm felt that Sister Malika was so thin and short. In his memory, Sister Malika was always gentle and strong. She would never give up no matter what difficulties she faced. Like an unyielding poplar tree.

But now, at this moment when his mother is nestling against his chest, Ohm knows that he has really grown up.

Don't worry, mom, I will take care of everything from now on.

When Ohm called herself "Mom", Sister Malika couldn't help it any longer. She smiled, but also cried, and shed tears of joy.

She hugged Ohm, holding her son's increasingly generous and hard palms with both hands, touching the thick calluses and protruding joints on them.

She didn't know what her son had gone through there, but every mother would have a terrifyingly accurate intuition in her heart.Sister Malika understood the moment she saw Ohm's palm that her son must have put in a lot of sweat and hard work to earn so much money.

That day, when the giant rode a flying motorcycle and handed her [-] pounds, she almost fainted on the spot because she suddenly thought of the terrible phrase "family pension".

But fortunately, his son didn't have a single scar, and he looked more and more like a man who stood upright.

Sister Malika patted the back of Ohm's hand with joy and gave important instructions to her children: "Let's eat!"