Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 2 Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
"Dumbledore..." McGonagall, with a serious expression, stared closely at the headmaster who was sitting behind the table eating a pile of cockroaches.

"Minerva? Don't you like the two professors I chose?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, stroking his beard and looking very happy.

McGonagall frowned and said in a serious voice: "Dumbledore, you know, there has never been a precedent for two professors teaching a class at the same time."

Dumbledore smiled and patted the cockroach dregs on his body, "But we need two professors."

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore helplessly, "Hogwarts has never had such a precedent." She emphasized the word precedent, "and." She considered the vocabulary and continued: "How should the two professors teach the class?" Woolen cloth?"

"It's enough for two people to be in charge of several grades." Dumbledore gave his own solution. "The young Mr. Embers is in charge of the first to third grades, and the mature Mr. Thom is in charge of the fourth to seventh grades."

"The style and class quality of the two professors will definitely affect the students, Dumbledore." McGonagall was still a little dissatisfied, "Mr. Thom is okay, this Mr. Embers is not even British..."

"I think our school needs some young, progressive professors." Dumbledore said slowly, "Mr. Embers from the United States is just right, we are all old..." When he said the last sentence He also deliberately coughed twice.

"Appropriate?" Mag felt as if he had been insulted, "This Mr. Embers doesn't even have a diploma." Mag put his resume on the table, "Not only that, he even Basically all the information is not filled in, and there is a butter beer smell on it..."

"Yes, yes." Dumbledore's glasses reflected an unknown light, "But after I met him, I think he is very suitable. Why don't you meet him before making a decision?"

"When will he come?" McGonagall asked, and it seemed that she was ready to take a good look at the "suitable" candidate in Dumbledore's eyes.

"There are still two hours, Minerva." Dumbledore took out a small box from his arms as he spoke, "How about some Bibi's multi-flavored beans?"

Ash Embers stood in a somewhat cramped room, with a strange light emanating from the roaring fireplace.

He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, but even with the effect of the sunglasses, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the burning bonfire...

"Is the ashes phototaxis?" He mocked himself, then restrained himself and sat at the table near the window, he frowned and pulled the curtains to bathe himself in the sunlight.

"Great soul and master of the world..." He rubbed the dark camouflage ring on his hand, thinking about his goal.

Take all the great souls of this world, and bring them back to your own world to save the devastated place.

Then he has to make sure that he can't die. There are no extra souls for him to cross the world and invade here. If he dies, he will not only lose the great soul he got in this world, but also plunge that world into eternal darkness. .

Thinking of the deep darkness, he shrank subconsciously.

"Yeah, the darkness that devours everything." He muttered and played with the tender white branch in his hand. This kind of "toy" that matches the environment's camouflage in the world of fire actually has some strange magic power here.

With the help of a certain god, Ash has mastered the use of most of the spells proficiently. Of course, in his opinion, the gap between these "spells" and Biheim's spells is too huge.

There is no major destructiveness, some are just functional, and there is no desire for the soul, just gently recite the spell...

"Yingadim Leviosa." With a flick of his left hand, the "Encyclopedia Britannica" on the table floated up.

"A magical gadget." These magical spells made him quite curious. After learning about the magic system of this world through "Seeking Advice", the heart of exploration that had stagnated decades ago beat instantly in his heart. stand up.

"In addition to the longing for fire, ashes also have memories of the past."

He couldn't wait to explore these magics, and at the same time he realized that the ones with great souls in this world must be magicians.

Originally, he wanted to study at the most prestigious academy in the world - Hogwarts, but he found that this school seemed to only accept children...

"Children..." he muttered, he hadn't seen these human cubs for a long time, decades or more?Can't tell.

Anyway, Mr. Ashes' desire to study was shattered, but soon, he found a new way: becoming a professor of the academy.

According to his own quiz, those ordinary magicians?In other words, the wizard is not his opponent in terms of spells, and with the help of the gods, he can already use most of the spells in this world familiarly.

So he found an old man with a white beard drinking butterbeer in the Hogsmeade tavern. He was tall and thin, with a funny crooked nose under his blue eyes. Ash felt a sense of familiarity in him. , that innate sense of perceiving a great soul.

The old man was alone in the tavern, but he didn't make a move immediately. He knew that a character with such a great soul would not be easy to deal with, and it took him too many souls to reach this world, and he couldn't even release a few soul crystal guns.

The effect of the miracle is also greatly reduced because it is far away from Rodland, the sun can heal even the dogs on the side of the road can't be saved...

So, based on the concept of fishing for big fish with a long line, Ash believed that there must be many great souls and powerful souls around this old man... He chatted with the old man for a long time, and in order to show himself, he released the world's strongest soul. Big spell - Avada Kedavra.

But the boss seems to be terrified, being under his powerful spell... The old man, yes, I remembered, Ash remembered the old man's name... Dumbledore, Dumbledore laughed and told him that in Europe and Britain, you can't just casually He released the spell and asked about Ash's origin.

The Americans... Ash replied, he knew this was one of the most powerful countries in the world... it would give me some advantage, that was what he thought at the time.

Dumbledore asked him for a resume, yes, a resume... Of course Ash knows what a resume is, the gods have told him everything, he wrote a resume on the spot, although there is no picture, no certification, no identification , but Dumbledore unexpectedly decided to take him in.

"Maybe it's King Gwen's protection." Anyway, he thought so in his heart.

I need to keep my memories... Ash can feel the distance from Rodland here, if he doesn't remind himself to recall the past, it is very likely that he will forget everything about himself, Elizabeth and her friends, and will only become a fire-hungry monster.

The flames... He turned his head and stared at the fireplace.

(End of this chapter)