Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Ohm walked slowly in the dark underground passage while holding on to the wall. The feeling of hunger was burning his nerves anxiously, but it also made his thinking clear and agile.

If he wanted to lead people to retake London, it would not be enough to rely solely on the wizards who had fled to Hogwarts.

Excluding wizards who are too young and too old, there are only more than 80 adults suitable for fighting.Even if all these people were equipped with berserker armor like me, not to mention whether their magic reserves were long enough to activate the rune function on the armor, the rat tide composed of ordinary rats as big as the ocean would be enough to overwhelm these people. Completely submerged, unable to even hit the waves.

In addition to the huge disadvantage in numbers, the raw materials for making equipment are far from enough to create a pair of berserker armor for everyone.

Unless all parts of the armor are made of mortal iron, not only is the strength not guaranteed, but the number of runes it can carry is far less than armor made of magic metal.

There are also weapons. Nowadays, all wizards rely on a magic wand to solve everything. Whether it is slaying dragons or doing housework, they all rely on this small wooden stick.

You can give everyone your own magic sword, but teaching them how to use it is a big project.

And the level of magic spells among these people cannot be said to be uneven, it is also a mess.

Forget about ordinary people, they definitely don’t need so much magic for attack and defense in their daily work and life, and it’s normal for them to forget about the unfamiliarity over time.

But those Aurors, as detectives in the magical world, like the woman whose hair could change color last night, had to recite curses one after another when facing the rat tide, and couldn't even cast multiple spells. Isn't it a bit strange? Too derelict?

Even Ohm himself, after being trained by Professor Flitwick, can easily fire out dozens of explosive bombs with one sword.

It may be a little less accurate, but even if the target Ohm wants to attack can run seven or eight meters sideways in an instant, it will still be within the range of Ohm's attack.

Unless it's a pervert like Voldemort, the rat-man, who has the ability to manipulate space and can apparate more easily than walking...

So to sum up, I have five main things to do next.

First, wake up more servitors and let them... They work with the wizards to counterattack London and regain the lost territory.

Second, develop and synthesize magic metals that are cheaper, lighter, and have better performance, and conduct a large number of alchemical synthesis.

Third, design armor and weapons that everyone, whether ordinary people or wizards, can use.

Fourth, teach wizards how to use weapons and firearms, without requiring proficiency, but at least they can protect themselves after the magic power is exhausted.

Fifth, think of an extremely cruel execution method that will make Voldemort regret that he was born in this world after he is caught!Regret that I have a body!I will give him almost eternal torture, even if he cries and begs for death, it will not stop!

Castrate!Lingchi!Peel it!cramp!Bone-picking!Gouge out the eyes!Cut your tongue!Use drugs and spells to make his nerves thousands of times more sensitive than ordinary people!

Before experiencing the ultimate pain!

Before I avenge Sanguinius!

Don't think about dying easily!

As for training wizards to cast spells, come on, this is the only magic school in the UK. Is there still a shortage of teachers?

Ohm's plan was tentative, and he happened to walk in front of a huge oil painting.The simple brushstrokes and delicate colors on the canvas create a still life picture of fruit that makes people salivate just by looking at it. A big and fat green pear lies quietly on the white tablecloth in the picture, with its skin The crystal clear dew on it makes it look like it was just picked from the pear tree.

Ohm stretched out a finger and gently scratched the pear. He heard it let out a crisp laugh, and the frame opened on its own, revealing the surprisingly spacious room behind it.

According to Ohm's precise spatial imagination, this huge room is just below the dining room, and like the dining room, it has four long tables and teachers' seats. Even the positions of the gold plates on the table are exactly the same. .

It’s just that there are many more fireplaces on the walls of this room, and there are hundreds of house elves half a man tall with big eyes and big ears constantly walking around the room, taking hot food from the fireplace and preparing to put it on the long table. On the golden plate.

When Ohm just stepped into the room, all the house elves looked over with their eyes the size of tennis balls, and then they all bowed and pressed their big tomato-like noses to the ground.

Several house elves with nothing in their hands walked over eagerly, and the one who was even more enthusiastic than them was——

"My Supreme Lord!" A machine servant uttered a rich voice, and moved his long legs to surpass the elves and come to Ohm. The firelight of the fireplace shone on his nearly three-meter-high Jumping on the metal body.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Ohm in the dissatisfied eyes of the house elves, lowered his head and stared at Ohm's toes, and said in a deep voice: "Servant-030, at your disposal!"

Looking at the metal body in front of him that was no different from Sanguinius except for the number on his forehead, Ohm closed his eyes in pain because he instantly recalled the satisfied smile on Sanguinius's face before his death.

Taking a deep breath, Ohm stroked the top of 030's head with his bare left hand and said, "030...I'll call you Sanbong from now on. Now please help me get some food."

"Thank you, the Supreme Lord, for the name! Your will is the direction I will move forward!" The fire of the machine soul in Santong's eyes instantly brightened a bit, and he happily got up to help the Supreme Lord choose food.

He is different from his brothers who are obsessed with machinery. It is not known which piston in his body is installed in the wrong position. 030 has no interest in metals and forging, but he has an unparalleled curiosity about food that ordinary people can eat.

This is also the reason why Three Buckets appears in the kitchen. He is learning to cook with the house elves every day.

Although he couldn't taste the food he cooked, Santong felt that his mechanical soul had been sublimated just by looking at the happy expressions of the elves after tasting his craftsmanship.

When the Supreme Lord opened the kitchen door, Sangu had to admit that he was really uneasy. He thought that the Supreme Lord would scold him severely and ask him to go back to the forge immediately.

But the Supreme Lord does not!He even graciously gave Him a name!And let myself help him prepare food!

Sangu held a huge plate originally used to hold roasted suckling pig in one hand. He neatly put everything he thought was delicious into the plate and hummed happily:

"Praise the Supreme Lord~Praise the God of thousands of machines~Your kindness is like clear and sweet engine oil~Your care is like flawless and pure silicon crystal~You will always be my Lord and Father~I will always respect and love you~"

Ohm found a random seat at the table and sat down. The berserker armor turned into molten iron and soaked into his skin, revealing the pajamas he was wearing that had lost its left sleeve.

The complex holy pattern with the same color as blood was imprinted on the skin, and dimmed in an instant. The white wings on his back quickly shrank, sticking to Ohm's shoulder blades like a tattoo.

Listening to the deep and deep happy singing of the three barrels, the tips of the little wings could not help but tremble slightly in time with the beat.

Feeling that the son's soul fragment in his body reacted to the music, Ohm finally showed his first sincere smile since the rat tide occurred, and said loudly: "Singing is so good, three barrels! One more!"