Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Chapter 168 Abandoned Disciples

"This kind of thing is fine no matter what, I don't want to care about it at all now." Ohm said coldly, "You can talk to my servitors, they can fully represent me. Please forgive me, I just want to be alone right now. quiet."

"Of course, I can understand your mood very well." Yang Wenqing looked at the tombstone in front of him with some emotion, "My son died in Delhi - the capital of India. His combat unit served as a vanguard group and rushed into the evil god's army. In the lair, he used his own body as a barrier for the nuclear bomb to prevent it from being corroded by the subspace energy, and finally detonated the nuclear bomb before being completely corrupted by the evil god, banishing the big demon back to the subspace."

At this point, his lips trembled slightly and he forced a polite smile: "Your mother is one of the thousands of glorious anti-chaos fighters in the world. I hope saying this can make you feel better."

Ohm took a serious look at this middle-aged man with gray temples and a square face for the first time. There was sadness and nostalgia on his face, but more importantly, he was proud.

Unparalleled pride!

Use a mortal body to bury the gods.

There is no achievement greater than this, more worthy of praise and praise.

But Ohm said nothing more and just nodded to show that he understood.He ignored Yang Wenqing and continued to stare at the tombstone in front of him.

Seeing this, Yang Wenqing could only pat Ohm's forearm comfortingly, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery, nodded hello to Fiorina who was holding a dozen cold butterbeers in her hand, and walked towards the cemetery firmly. Walk towards Hogwarts Castle.

His trip abroad this time was burdened with the important task of gathering strength for the country, and he had no time to stop and rest.

Fiorina glanced at the foreigner's back in a strange way, then immediately forgot about it, strode into the cemetery, threw the butterbeer in her hand towards Ohm's back, and said loudly: "You How long do you have to stand here?! Do you think Sister Malika will come back to life if you stick it here like a log?"

The swirling wine bottle was frozen in the air by Ohm with his spiritual energy. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said without any clue: "Now, I understand why Professor Dumbledore joined Chaos... This boundless emptiness in his heart The feeling really makes people fill it up desperately. No matter what is stuffed in is poison or honey, as long as they can feel the 'real feeling' again..."

"What are you talking about? I don't quite understand!" Fiorina walked up to Ohm, pulled out the cork of the butterbeer bottle with her bare hands, and took a sip. "Phew! It's still as refreshing as ice!"

As she said that, she kicked Ohm's calf: "Stop crying, will your mother be happy to see you like this? She must want to see you laughing and pushing all the Chaos Evil Gods to the ground to insult you wantonly, and Aren't you looking like this pitiful half-dead person now?"

After a brief silence, Ohm's pointed ears that were flat on his head stood up. He used his spiritual power to pry open the cork of the butterbeer bottle, held it in his hand and touched it with Fiorina, who was looking at him seriously: "You said That’s right, F·F. Let’s burn the entire subspace to ashes together!”

Although the gray-haired dumpling in front of her says she doesn't understand anything, she actually understands everything...

"Ha! Well said!"

Fiorina looked at Om and drank the butterbeer in one gulp, and said in an encouraging tone: "What's the point of us just drinking this kind of non-alcoholic drink? Why don't you go to Ms. Rosmerta's place to fix it?" A strong one?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Hey! It's boring..." Fiorina took another bottle of butterbeer and put it into Ohm's hand, "Drink them all! I don't want to carry them back again!"

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clang!

The blades met and sparks flew!

Ye Jiangming, who was wearing a black trench coat, with folding mechanical knives pulled out of both forearms, and Hermione, who was wearing dark gray power armor and holding the Blade of Mercy, faced each other with joyful expressions on each other's faces.

After a moment of stalemate, the two of them raised their feet and kicked each other's abdomen almost at the same time. They distanced themselves and quickly entered a high-speed maneuvering state.

With the help of mechanical devices, the movements of the two reached extreme speeds, and they could easily pull out sword lights that were tens of meters long in the air. It was like a battle between gods in ancient legends!

Without the aid of auguries, ordinary people would only be able to see two shadows, one gray and one black, rushing and colliding in the fighting class venue, shooting out a shower of brilliant sparks amidst the dull and violent sound of the sound barrier breaking.

The two seemed evenly matched, but after all, Ye Jiangming was a soldier who had received professional training in the front-line troops all year round. He used a little trick called "dog training" when fighting Hermione.

The mechanical blade in the shape of a mantis forelimb on his arm clashed with the Blade of Mercy in Hermione's hand several times. When Hermione developed a habitual thought and wanted to fight again, he suddenly sidestepped around her and pushed gently. He hit the little beaver who had exerted too much force.

Immediately, Hermione, who was still going back and forth with Ye Jiangming, rolled out and rolled over a dozen somersaults before coming to a halt on all fours.

Hermione, who was lying on her back, realized that she had been fooled by such a simple plan. She screamed angrily and wanted to get up and fight the foreigner for more than ten rounds.

"Oh, stop, stop, stop!"

A young man wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and a badge with a pattern of "holding a blue cloud in his palm" rushed in from the edge of the fighting class. He waved his hands repeatedly and shouted in half-baked English: "Stop! The battle is over. it's over!"

"It's over? It's not over yet!" Hermione glared angrily at the smiling middle-aged man, watching helplessly as he put the mantis knife back into his arm and shouted: "I won't be fooled again this time. Come on! Come and compete with me again!"

"His fighting fuel is almost used up. He will die if he continues to fight!" The young man had a pleading look on his face, clasping his hands together and shaking them. "My dear lady, that's it for today. Let's continue tomorrow, how about?" "

After hearing his words, Hermione noticed that the movements of the reformer named Ye Jiangming began to become more and more rigid, so she had to put away the Mercy Blade gloomily and muttered: "It's really inconvenient for you guys to have no magic power. …”

"Thank you for your understanding. By the way, my name is Yue Zhong." The young man took out a finger-thick "cigar" from the badge on his chest, lit it with his fingertips and stuffed it into Ye Jiangming's mouth. , a somewhat bitter smile appeared on his face: "He is an abandoned disciple who was exiled by Zhang Tianmen..."

After smoking the "cigar", Ye Jiangming's body became noticeably more agile. He only inhaled without spitting it out, and quickly drank up the entire stick of "combat accelerant."

Moving his mechanical body full of power, Ye Jiangming patted Yue Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about the pedantic ideas of those old antiques above your head. Without you, I would have died a long time ago."

"Exile?" Hermione took off her helmet and wiped the sweat from her face, "What did you do?"

Yue Zhong laughed at himself: "A few of my colleagues and I want to use steel and metal instead of wood and jade to cast magic weapons, that's all. Those old guys who are riding on the heads of us young people immediately regard us as deceiving our teachers and destroying our ancestors." The traitor was exiled... How about it? Isn’t our Zhangtian Pavilion great?"