Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

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Hermione shoveled the last shovel of snow to the side, clearing a rectangular space of 1mx2m. Then she transformed the shovel that was transformed from firewood into a sharp pickaxe, and dug hard into the frozen soil.

Even though Hermione had put on suede gloves in advance, her delicate palms were still bruised and bruised.But Hermione had no intention of stopping at all. Her mouth and nose hidden under the navy blue scarf breathed heavily, and she clenched her teeth tightly, as if she was trying to chew together the pain in her body and the sadness in her heart.

She was digging graves for those patients who died tragically due to the plague, and at the same time she was training her body to become stronger.

At least he must train his physical strength to be as strong as Ohm, and be able to wield a cold weapon for two hours continuously. Otherwise, the Mercy Blade, which can easily cut through rawhide in Ohm's hand, will not be as useful as a fruit knife in his own hand.

Hagrid was standing next to a dug corpse pit with his homemade shovel in both hands. Worry was written on his face emerging from his thick beard. He looked at this uncharacteristically uneasy man who suddenly became taciturn. little witch.

He wanted to say something to comfort her, but no matter how hard the hybrid giant racked his brains, he couldn't think of anything warm to say.

Hagrid stamped his foot in annoyance, he was angry with himself.

Shaking his head to shake off the snowflakes accumulated in his hair, Hagrid picked up a completely stiff corpse wrapped in white cloth from the cart behind him and put it into the corpse pit in front of him. After a few shovels of soil, he was buried in the corpse pit. Or she buries it completely.

These people lying on the carts had lost all their family and friends in the rat tide, so naturally no one knew their names.

Those corpses that still have living family members will be burned to ashes with the help of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, who maintain order in the restaurant, and sealed in a small pendant for the memory of their relatives.

As for Hagrid, he could only stick a wooden stick deeply as a mark in front of the graves of these people who died alone, and planned to secretly plant a sycamore tree for each of them with a small pink umbrella late at night to express his longing.

Even if no one will remember you again, at least every spring there will be sycamores stretching their branches to catch the sunshine for you who are sleeping underground.

From morning to now, Hagrid had buried sixteen corpses one after another. He couldn't figure out what kind of rat could carry such a vicious disease. Even Snape was helpless.

It wasn't until it got dark that Hermione dragged her limp body to sit on the edge of the grave she dug. She took out the wand from her arms, bit off the glove with her mouth, and released it on her palm to "heal as before."

The open flesh on the palm of the hand squirmed like ants, quickly stopping the bleeding and forming scabs. The wound healed and it felt very itchy, but Hermione, who was ticklish, couldn't laugh.

She just squeezed her palms hard, dug her nails into the tender flesh that had just grown in her palms, and let the blood flow again.

The work drained the little witch's little physical strength. While her mind and body fell into a tired trance, Hermione saw herself sleeping peacefully on the four-poster bed in the castle when the rat tide swept London.

So weak, so naive, so pathetic, and even still dreaming about what gifts she will receive tomorrow.

It's so...ugly!

She needs power, more power!

"Hermione?" Hagrid saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the pit staring blankly at his palm. He walked forward worriedly and said, "Hermione, are you okay? Are you hungry? Do you want some pumpkin? pie?"

Hermione could no longer hear Hagrid's voice. Her eyes penetrated directly through the scarlet blood, passing through the boundless ocean of skulls. At the end of her sight, a brass tower appeared——

crackle!

A loud explosion forcefully pulled Hermione's consciousness back into her body. In an instant, the almost frozen pressure in her heart was relieved a lot, as if all negative emotions were discarded in the ocean of skulls.

Without having time to think about it, she quickly stood up from the grave, holding her own grapevine wand and looking around with Hagrid holding a small pink umbrella, trying to find the source of the sound.

At this moment, a gorgeous golden-red fireball suddenly burst out of a small stepped room on the roof of the castle, soared up against the winter wind, and flew towards a small black spot in the sky.

"Something has fallen!" Hagrid pointed at the falling black spot in the sky and shouted, "It's pitch black. Could it be a Thestral whose wings are cramped because of the cold weather?"

"That looks much bigger than the Thestral!" Hermione shielded her face from the cold wind with her hands and stared at the fireball that released light and heat with wide eyes. "What is the other thing? I just saw it It flew out of the principal's office!"

"That's my Phoenix Fawkes, Miss Granger."

An old and kind voice rang in her ears. Hermione turned around and saw that Professor Dumbledore had unexpectedly appeared next to her with a pale and colorless old man. His blue eyes penetrated unblinkingly. Through half-moon lenses, he stares straight at objects falling from the sky.

The old man, who was as pale as paper, saw the curious gaze of the little witch, waved with a smile and said: "Hello, young lady, I am Nicholas Flamel, just call me Nico."

Hermione opened her lips slightly in shock at the name. Before she could say anything, Hagrid's loud voice sounded again: "Look, Professor Dumbledore, your phoenix has caught that thing!"

Hermione looked up and saw the phoenix grabbing the dark object with its claws. It stopped the falling trend in the air with a force that was not suitable for its size. It hovered in the air and landed on the ground slowly and quickly. , splashing a large amount of snowflakes.

"Merlin's beard!" The moment Hermione saw the pitch-black armor, she immediately understood why Dumbledore was here. She covered her mouth in disbelief and screamed, "Is that Ohm?!"

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The moment he regained consciousness, Ohm did not immediately turn over and sit up. Instead, he opened his eyelids through a narrow gap and slowly scanned around to confirm whether he was in a safe environment.

Everywhere you look, the familiar ceiling comes into view.

This is the Primaris Workshop. I am lying on a bed that was moved from the campus hospital. The quilt covering my body still smells of the familiar disinfectant.

The sound of metal feet hitting the ground came to Ohm's ears, and then, a cold palm gently covered his forehead. The deliberately suppressed sobs made him instantly confirm the identity of the visitor.

It's Marlenia!

Ohm immediately opened his eyes and looked, and sure enough he saw the familiar palm full of chapped scars. Looking up the white wrist and the slender arm, it was Marlenia's iconic red hair, and...

Underneath the red hair is the ferocious bird face of Thasorel!

Ohm broke into a cold sweat and opened his eyes again.

It was still the familiar ceiling of the Primordial Foundry, but this time there was no longer the sound of footsteps in silence, but the continuous sound of hammers and anvils hitting each other, and occasionally the sound of tongues of flame spewing when the furnace was opened and closed.

"Hey, you finally woke up? I'm sorry to have to let you stay here. You are the pillar in the hearts of those wizards now. You can't let them find out that their pillar is injured."

Nico's face, always with a smile on his face, poked out from above Ohm's field of vision and said, "By the way, I have some good news for you little guy. The young mixed-race Veela successfully received the transplantation of the Muscle Anvil and the Bone Forge." After the operation, although we don’t have Thunder Warriors yet, we already have a Charlie’s Angels.”

Hearing the news, Ohm wanted to say something excitedly, but found that he couldn't feel his chin and tongue. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to touch his face.

Wherever the fingertips touched, there was only hardness and coldness.

Seeing Ohm's actions, Nico summoned a mirror with a snap of his fingers and said to Ohm: "There is also bad news. When Dumbledore and I rescued you from high altitude, the lower half of your face had already been damaged by your recklessness. The phantom disembodied. We can't regenerate the separated limbs unless we can find it and use potions to glue it back together. But unfortunately, Dumbledore and I didn't find out The missing half of your face. But..."

Ohm saw clearly his current appearance in the mirror. From his chin to the bridge of his nose, all his flesh had been lost in the transformation passage. What he was touching now was half a skull face regenerated by the bone forging furnace in his body.

It’s like a splicing of living people and corpses!

"The bone forging furnace in your body is very powerful. It absorbs all the metal objects you touch through your armor, and forcibly regenerates a new skeleton for you, completely replacing the original one." Nico said , using his index finger and thumb to make a "little bit" gesture, "Except that you may look a little taller than before, and your face is a little more special, there is not much difference."