Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 25 Listening to Binns, the story of the past

50 years ago, Hogwarts was still under the threat of darkness... Grindelwald and his henchmen were making waves on the land of Europa.

But Professor Binns has never thought about it so much. He is just an ordinary professor of the history of magic... There are too many people like Grindelwald in the history of magic. was forgotten by history.

Binns even scoffed at Grindelwald's idea... Whether it was the Deathly Hallows or "for the greater good", the rigid, stubborn old man felt contemptuous.

It was a cloudy day... Binns finished his class for the day and sent the last student away from the office. He slowly put away his notes and books.

"Boom!"

There was thunder outside the window... Obviously, today's Hogwarts is about to experience a lot of rain... This kind of humid environment is undoubtedly tormenting for an old man like Binns.

He rubbed his slightly cold legs, and the fireplace in the corner didn't make him feel warm.

For some reason, he always felt that some kind of shadow was wrapping around him, or it could be said to be a layer of fog or something.

He took two sips of the black tea on the table, and the warm liquid made him feel much better.

"Hmph..." He looked at the "Prophet" on the table and sneered. The disturbance caused by Grindelwald and his henchmen in Paris spread to England... But Binns knew that this self-esteemed black wizard's Time is running out.

He knows very well that Grindelwald, who seems to be overwhelming everything, is actually at the end of his battle... He attracts those believers with his prestige and charisma...

But as long as he is defeated, his career will be ruined, and it just so happens that the person who can defeat him is at Hogwarts.

Albus Dumbledore...

"Ahem." Ash coughed, "Professor, do you still remember what we were going to talk about?" Binns digressed a bit.

"I know, I know," Binns murmured.

Albus Dumbledore would beat Grindelwald... It wasn't an afterthought, Binns said he thought so at the time.

He didn't like this crazy...personal guy very much. He closed the newspaper and threw it into the drawer with a dark face, which made him feel a lot better.

He stood up slowly and walked to his reclining chair, which came from the Black Forest of Albania... The high-quality wood made this chair very comfortable to lie on.

Binns was lying on it, and the black tea in his hand was also placed on the small table next to him.

He was a little sleepy... especially when it was raining outside... The rhythmic voice made the old man feel even more tired.

Tired... He began to think about whether he should retire... After all, he was very old, and he felt a little powerless in class, especially when facing those children... He didn't feel that he was getting younger, but that he was getting younger. getting older.

Although many professors advised him to rest... just like when they were his students, Binns said stubbornly: "You are all brought out by me... I can still work for more than ten years."

Obviously, he has done it, not only for ten years, but also for hundreds of years...

At this point in the story, Binns smiled self-deprecatingly, "I really didn't think about what happened behind it."

Ash smiled and turned his glowing red magic glove... Obviously, it was "charm". He knew the stubbornness of the old man in front of him...but in order to explore these secrets and the mysteries of the soul, he thought it was worth a try.

He knew early on that Dumbledore would leave school today... that's why he was so presumptuous.

Binns continued the story after laughing at himself.

Although Binns was not convinced by his old age, he was also tired. He turned on his phonograph, which played his favorite lullaby...he liked to listen to this before going to bed.

"There is another class tomorrow morning..." With this thought in mind, Binns slowly closed his eyes, and the slight snoring sounded in the night...but it did become quiet before dawn.

Binns didn't know that he was dead, he came to the classroom as usual...but this time he heard not the greetings from the students...but a piercing scream.

He died... without knowing it, and then turned into a ghost, just like Headless Nick and Bloody Baron.

But he looked down on these ghost companions from the bottom of his heart, which is why he has been lonely after death... In fact, he was not lonely at first, but after all his friends died, he was alone.

After all, I am a ghost... Fortunately, the then headmaster, Armando Dippet, did not fire him, but let himself continue his work...

Hmm... After listening to Binns' story, Ash remained silent for a while, just like the stories of those dying... Ash remembered his teacher, Rosfarr of Biheim... He always said His ancestor was a fire passer's partner, although his ancestor died in the big library... But Rothfall said that he hopes to be like his ancestor.

This is also why he is willing to accept Ashes who was removed from Biheim as an apprentice...

But it's a pity that he didn't get his wish in the end... He only fulfilled half of his dream and died on the way forward, but Ash didn't complete the task of spreading fire.

He shook his head, didn't he come here to save that world?He kept himself from thinking too much about the past.

That is to say... Binns died suddenly in one night...not necessarily suddenly, maybe because he was old.

Ash looked at Binns who was gradually recovering from the enchanted state, "Thank you for the story, Professor."

Binns shook his head with a smile, "It's okay..." After finishing speaking, he quietly floated out of the classroom.

Hmm... Having the opportunity to visit Professor Binns' office again, Ash feels that he has found the direction of soul research.

Suddenly, Ash noticed something, he walked slowly to the door, and then slammed the classroom door open...

It's the Weasley brothers with a surprised face... Ash put away the wand in his hand, it's no wonder he let down his vigilance... The souls of these children are too weak, if it is Dumbledore, Ash is probably 100 meters away from him can be noticed.

"What's the matter, Mr Weasleys?" Ash asked, wondering how much the two troublemakers had heard.

"Nothing!" George said hastily.

Fred nodded too, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"What's that?" Ash asked, not a wand by size.

"Yes, it's a wand." Fred spread out his hand and showed the wand in his palm... It was indeed a wand, but it was a little smaller...

Ash froze for a moment, "This isn't a wand, is it?" He reached out and picked up the slightly smaller wand, "What kind of prank?" He remembered what Mr. Weasley had mentioned...

These two careless children are even making their own gadgets at home...and scaring their younger brother with them time and time again.

"No, no..." George and Fred's voices became smaller and smaller...

Ash didn't speak, but looked at the two of them coldly.

"Okay..." The two looked at each other, "This is indeed a prank prop..."

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