Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 32 An Easy Day

"Come and see where Professor Embers is?" George lowered his head and glanced at the map as he spoke.

At this time, Ash had already returned to his staff dormitory.

"He's not there," said Fred. "Looks like we can explore Professor Embers' office!"

"Maybe there are some strange dark magic creatures?" George said and raised his wand.

"Fluorescent flashes."

"Ah! Woohoo." George just screamed, and Fred quickly covered his mouth.

"Merlin is on top!" The two looked at the bloody office in shock. The red and green mixture on the ground had already solidified, and the green liquid was constantly foaming in the glass bottle, and a strange black sphere was on the table. He looked at the two quietly.

This hell-like scene was stunned by the two teenagers.

It's hard not to be scared.

But who were the Weasley brothers, they became even more curious after seeing this horrific scene.

George and Fred glanced at each other, and then moved a little closer to the lump of red flesh that they didn't know what it was.

"Is this an eight-eyed spider?" George slightly brought his wand closer, illuminating the legs of the chunk of meat.

Fred nodded, corroborating his brother's statement, "It's the eight-eyed spider."

"Then these little black beads?" George couldn't help thinking about it, and then felt a chill.

"Its eyes?" Fred muttered, feeling a little afraid of the nice gentleman who funded them.

"Professor Embers should be doing experiments, right?" George said, his rhetoric convinced himself and Fred.

"It should be." Fred nodded, and then the two slowly approached the desk, and saw the notebook spread out on it.

"The eight-eyed spider lives in the Forbidden Forest and is managed by Hagrid's friend Aragog... the meat is rich in protein, which can supplement nutrition at critical moments."

"Tsk tsk..." Fred smacked his lips. He didn't expect Professor Embers to dare to try this stuff.

"Hagrid's friends in the Forbidden Forest?" George saw the first clue, and then he looked at Fred with a smile, "You understand, right? My brother!"

"It's so clear... No one understands you better than me!" Fred was also curious about who that Aragog was, anyway, it's not like he hasn't been to the Forbidden Forest...

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Early in the morning, Ash closed his research notes. It can be said that the magic fusion of the two worlds has reached the bottleneck period, or it has reached his bottleneck period, and he still cannot solve the old problem of converting soul spells into magic wands. Charms cast spells.

Ash didn't have any clues all night, he could only welcome the dawn in meditation with his head knocking.

Watching the sun rise, Ash silently praised the sun, and then put on his sunglasses.

He came to his office, and the mess on the ground looked even more glaring under the sunlight.

With a wave of his wand, he set the eight-eyed spider corpse on fire. This method of disposal is very environmentally friendly and saves time.

Watching the body burn to ashes, Ash flicked his wand again, a hurricane blew away the dust with the smell of burning egg whites, leaving only the useful things on the table.

After putting away those things, Ash leaned on the chair in the office. For a while, he realized that he was a little bored. He studied the magic problem in the middle of the night, and the spider was dissected... There was nothing to see on the slate... …

Thinking about it, Ash touched the pocket of his robe, and suddenly found a short wand... It seemed to be the prank wand of the Weasley brothers.

Ash took out the wand and played with it. The trigger spell inside had expired. It was a one-time prank wand. Ash nodded slightly, and after looking at Ash casually, he saw the principle of the prank wand.

It's simple and fun, but it just doesn't help me.

Ash thought wildly and took out his diary. He wanted to write down what happened yesterday, and then take a look at what he forgot a few days ago.

There is no way, Ashes' memory gets worse with time, especially after being away from Rodland, Ash finds that his memory gets worse.

"It's really a bad habit." Ash muttered, and then concentrated on writing his diary.

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Som opened his eyes sleepily. To be honest, he didn't sleep well last night.

I knew I would go back to the dormitory to sleep, he rubbed his neck and thought.

Putting on the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, Som stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his hairstyle, then smiled and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Not bad..." He muttered, and then opened the drawer to check his keys.

Looking at the key lying quietly in the drawer, I don't know why Som always feels weird...

He picked up the key and put it back in his coat pocket, then straightened his collar.

"You're still too sensitive Som." He said sarcastically, then picked up the lesson plan on the table and walked out. He was going to eat some toast and eggs, and he had a class in the morning.

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Ash finished the afternoon class, and the second-years tried stunners as they walked.

Looking at these enthusiastic students, Ash smiled slightly. His courses in the three grades this week have all ended, and the weekend will be soon...

He also had to go to Mr. Weasley's house... as he had promised.

As for today, Ash twirled his wand in his fingers like a spinning pen.

He decided to go to Hagrid's hut to sit for a while. In this school, Hagrid was the closest thing to him besides Thom, but Thom's status as a possible Death Eater gave him a lot of points on Ash's side. No one can refuse the mysterious identity of the mysterious man, right?

This is a bonus item, everyone should remember it well.

Ash wanted to explore Som's identity. He asked Professor Binns, but Professor Ghost said that he never remembered their names in class, and he didn't care about what happened.

Very independent and lonely.

Ash greeted each student in the corridor, and he was already proficient in answering questions for these studious students. It can only be said that Hui Hui's learning ability is indeed very strong.

Looking at the portraits of those conversations, I don’t know why Ash remembered that Kassana came here through painting that day... If Kassana can send her soul here through painting, then can she also use that painting to send her soul? Send the soul back?
Ash couldn't help being a little curious... Sorry Hagrid, it's still interesting to study unknown magical phenomena when I go to your hut later.

Thinking of this, he walked up the stairs, isn't it on the eighth floor?He has a little memory, the one at the end of the eighth floor, with a painting of a troll... the rest of Ash can't remember clearly.

(End of this chapter)