Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Professor Snape..." Randy trembled violently and was so frightened that he couldn't hold back a few drops of urine.

How can this old boy who covets other people's wives be so scary!

"Oh? Do you know me?" Snape said, his eyes fixed on the cherry-red eyes of the little boy in front of him, "I didn't know that I had such a high reputation among children."

Randy's heart tightened. He suddenly remembered that Snape was still a master of Legilimency. He quickly averted his eyes and said, "As an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, my father is very grateful to you, an outstanding potion master." The professor never forgets it and often mentions your name in front of me, so I remember it...ah! My father is here."

Brenda Barton, who is in her 40s this year, received the meal from a woman wearing an aluminum mask and dressed as a nun at the teacher's bench, which has now been turned into a place for distributing meals to those who fled. Here comes the relief food.

He saw from a distance that his son was actually able to stand up on his own, and he quickly ran over, touched Randy's forehead and measured Randy's heart rate.After confirming that his son had fully recovered, he bowed repeatedly to Professor Snape: "Thank you so much, Professor, thank you so much!"

Randy was so disgusted by the old man's hands and hands. In his previous life, his parents died when he was young. He didn't understand what father's love was and what mother's love was. He just thought it would be great to have a beautiful sister to do this.

Seeing his nominal father nodding and bowing to Snape, he said dissatisfiedly: "Why should I thank him? I can recover entirely on my own!"

"You kid! Why are you talking!" Brand turned around and yelled loudly, then smiled sneer at Snape and said: "Children are ignorant and talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart..."

"No." Snape's mask-like expression did not change at all, "Except for giving him medicine and bandaging his wounds at the beginning, I really didn't do much. All of this..."

Snape glanced sideways at Randy, whose eyes were wandering around deliberately: "...It's really all on his own."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape turned around and strode away, the hem of his black robe hanging behind him like a dark cloud.At an angle that Randy couldn't see, a deer so transparent that it was almost indistinguishable flew out of the tip of the birch wand in Snape's hand, penetrated the wall and roof, and disappeared without a trace.

The memory fragments obtained through the brief Legilimency just now, coupled with the child's very abnormal behavior, were enough to make Snape break out in cold sweat on his back.A soul of unknown origin actually took over the body of a child openly. This kind of thing must be known to Dumbledore!

...Let me inform Ohm by the way, this barbarian seems to have done a lot of research on souls...

(Note: Snape was born in 1960 and was only 31 years old when Harry entered school in his first year. This is why Snape felt something was wrong with Randy from the beginning, because Randy's father was older than Snape , how could he often mention in front of his son that his junior student who entered school more than ten years later than him was a potion professor.)

Seeing Snape leave, Randy breathed a sigh of relief, took the chicken breast sandwich handed over by Brand, chewed it carelessly in his hand, and began to look at the surrounding environment.

Under the enchanted ceiling of the restaurant, the long tables and benches of the four colleges were gone, replaced by four rows of dozens of huge tents.

Randy noticed that there were seven or eight large and thick purple sleeping bags placed in the tents near the teacher's bench, while the tents near him were small and crowded, with only a small bed with Simmons on it. The quilt also smelled like hospital disinfectant.

"This is so unfair! Why can they live in big tents?!" Randy took a vicious bite of his sandwich. He clearly saw that there were many empty sleeping bags in those tents, but he still allowed himself to squeeze in here. In a small tent.

He said angrily: "I didn't expect that old boy Dumbledore to be such a stooge! He immediately abandoned us when he saw the collapse of the Ministry of Magic! When I become the master of the wizarding world in the future, I must destroy Hogwart." Convert it into a public toilet!"

"What are you talking about, Randy." Brand looked at his son who suddenly became a stranger in shock. "We live here because you are sick and need to be isolated! Professor Dumbledore was in the Ministry of Magic before. But how could he be that kind of person if he risked his life to cut us off?"

"I don't care! I just want to live in a big tent!" Randy threw the sandwich he had only eaten one bite to the ground, jumped up and stomped on it, as if he was Dumbledore's face under his feet.

"You kid, why are you so unreasonable all of a sudden?" Brand walked over worriedly and reached out to touch his son's forehead to confirm if he was still running a fever.

But it turned out that he didn't have a fever, he just went crazy.

Randy waved away Brand's palm with disgust and shouted: "Don't touch my perfect face with your dirty hands, you useless old man! It's so disgusting, don't come to me again!"

With that said, Randy rushed out, turned a few corners in the tent pile, and directly got rid of the anxious Brand.

After looking back and confirming that he was far away from his nominal father, Randy put his hands on his hips triumphantly and said to himself: "Sure enough, family is a drag on my path to becoming strong. Only ruthlessness can make me Become stronger! Now...let me see where those little beauties are now~ Hehehehe~"

Before taking two steps, Randy saw a slender figure covered by long, fluffy brown hair, sitting next to a small table with his head slightly bowed, as if he was flipping through something.Randy was overjoyed. Isn't this the goddess Hermione in his previous life? !

I gave my life for you to travel here, so what should you use to repay me~ Hee hee hee~ I have such a perfect face now, and I will finally have physical contact with the goddess at a negative distance in this life!

He walked quickly behind Hermione, adjusted his collar and shirt, coughed lightly, reached out to pat Hermione on the shoulder, and said frivolously: "Hello, beauty, although we have never met before, but you Already in my—ahhhhh!”

Faced with Randy's harassment, Hermione just turned to look at him and ignored him.

But what a terrifying look that was. A pair of bloodshot eyes on a pale face seemed to be burning with the flames of "anger" like a furnace, forging a poisonous blade called "revenge".

She was sitting at the table not reading a book, but carefully sharpening the blade.She held a recurve blade with a faint blue light in her hand, and another black scimitar stuck on the table.

This is Ohm's Christmas gift to Hermione, a pair of long knives named "Mercy".

At this time, Hermione was no longer the little girl who could only study.She hopes and desires to become a warrior, eager to go to the battlefield with Ohm, and use the blood and skulls of 20 rats to pay tribute to her parents who died in the rat tide!

Randy was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and moved back on his hands and feet. He was really scared out of his soul by Hermione's eyes just now.

But his strong heart still forced him to stand up, and he reluctantly moved a stool to sit opposite Hermione. He rested his elbows on the table, held his flawless face in his hands, and looked at Hermione carefully. Sensitive eyes, nose, chin, neck, and those just starting to grow——

bass!

Randy's eyes were dazzled when the blue knife tip actually touched his eyebrow. He hurriedly leaned back and screamed: "Hey! Don't kill me!"

"The look in your eyes makes me feel very disgusted." Hermione said coldly, and the long knife in her hand was extended forward along with Randy's backward movement, always touching his brow bone, "Don't let me do that again. If I see you, I will dig out your eyeballs and let you swallow them yourself!"