Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 36 Chatting with Binns
Since the last chat with Binns, the relationship between Ash and him has gotten closer and closer. Whenever he encounters a question about the past, he will usually consider asking this professor for advice.

"What's the matter Embers?" asked Binns, pushing his glasses, and he turned off the battered phonograph.

"I have some questions to ask you." Ash asked with a smile, and then slowly sat beside him.

"Young people are always so curious..."

"I bought a portrait, the one that can talk." Ash said casually.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of painting is generally not easy to buy, you can only try your luck in Knockturn Alley." Binns thought for a while, "You should have bought it there, right?"

"Bojinbok." Ash still remembered the name of the store.

"Famous profiteer," Binns commented, "so what's the problem? I don't know much about portraits."

"That portrait doesn't remember what happened to me before I was alive, and I don't know how I was made... I suspect it's because of the damaged soul, maybe it's been too long and she has forgotten a lot." Then Ash said about himself Question: "She said her name was Anna Florent."

"Florent?" Binns was puzzled, "I know this family... a very old family, but it's not pure blood."

"This family started in the Victorian period." Binns recalled, "It is said that it was because of the discovery of something extraordinary in northern Scotland..."

"A marvelous charm," said Binns. "The Disillusionment Curse."

"The Disillusionment Curse?" Ash was taken aback for a moment, and he noticed that it was not an invention but a discovery...

"Yes!" Binns nodded. "In the Victorian era, this family was powerful and powerful...but soon, they disappeared for unknown reasons."

Binns sniffled, and then continued in a lullaby-like voice: "There is a girl in their family who likes to study magical animals... It is said that she still knows that Darwin."

"What is it called Ina Florent...It doesn't matter anyway." Binns shook his head and continued, "If that painting really belongs to the Florent family...it is a great treasure."

"How much Galleons did you spend?"

"About fifteen Galleons." Ash calculated the price of the dagger.

"A waste of money!" Binns blew on his beard. "It's worth at least a hundred Galleons!"

"Can I go and see it?" Binns asked, clearly interested in the painting, especially its history.

"Yes...but not now." Ash said, "I'm leaving Hogwarts soon."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry for a day or two." Binns said as he floated to the desk in the office, "Do you have any other questions?"

"Hmm..." Ash thought for a while and continued to ask, "Do you know Ms. Smith?"

"..." Binns glanced at Ash, not knowing what to say. He has lived for so long, and he has seen no less than a hundred Ms. Smith.

Ash also realized that he was being stupid... He couldn't help wondering if he had been infected by this little stupid bird after staying with Phil for a long time.

Ash casually asked a few more questions before leaving. He didn't ask about the Room of Requirement.

Cautiously, he just wanted to understand the background of that painting... After all, he dared not leave such dangerous things in his office casually.

Hogwarts, which was not in class, was bustling with students constantly playing and playing in the corridors, and some eager to learn walked back and forth with their books.

Ash returned to his faculty dormitory, he was going to tidy up, and he was going to the Forbidden Forest at night.

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"Dumbledore, I have something to come to you." The potbellied Fudge stood in the principal's office, followed by a beautifully dressed woman.

"What's the matter? Minister Fudge?" Dumbledore asked gently, he still had some snacks in his hand, it looked like he was having afternoon tea just now.

"You are not a child anymore~Principal Dumbledore~" The gorgeous woman smiled artificially, "You must know... what happened in Knockturn Alley today!"

"Ouch..." Mag felt that she was severely disgusted. For the first time, she felt that it was a mistake for her to eat fried fish for lunch.

"Knockturn Alley?" Dumbledore was a little strange. He knew this alley, but he didn't know what happened there... He was busy with his savior plan recently.

"Three people died there," said Fudge, "and in a very strange way."

"I think you and I may know something~" the contrived woman said, but the words in her mouth became as if she was doubting Dumbledore.

"Please pay attention to your words." McGonagall said with a straight face, "Ms. Umbridge!"

"It's the Undersecretary~" said Umbridge.

"What's the situation?" Dumbledore asked directly, ignoring the clown.

"They turned into these crystals..." Fudge shook his hand, and a member of the Ministry of Magic came up and took out a few crystals.

"Merlin is on top." Mag looked at the crystal with fingers printed on it and couldn't help muttering.

"Is this some kind of black magic?" asked Fudge, whose investigation team hadn't checked for any traces of black magic.

"Probably not." Dumbledore shook his head, stroking the crystal and wondering what he was thinking.

"It might be a new spell..." said Dumbledore, "but it shouldn't be Dark Arts."

Because he didn't feel that dark feeling, the crystal was very pure, it seemed to be an ordinary crystal.

"Nonsense~" Umbridge stomped his feet, "If it's all like this, it's not black magic... I can't help but wonder if you still have it in your heart..."

"Shut up, Umbridge." Fudge interrupted her, didn't you see that I was discussing the matter seriously?What kind of system is it to yell.

"Hmph!" Umbridge stamped his feet aggrievedly, but didn't dare to say any more, Fudge is her real father... at least for now.

"Dark magic requires a strong grudge... and I can smell that terrible emotion for blocks," said Dumbledore, pointing to his crooked nose.

"And do you have any idea?" asked Fudge. "About the murderer."

"I don't know, sorry, Minister Fudge." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know who is so cruel."

"But I can study this spell..." Dumbledore said holding the crystal, as if he didn't intend to discuss it with Fudge.

Fudge didn't speak anymore, he nodded, and then left with his subordinates, he was just afraid that it was the work of some black magicians.

"What is this? Dumbledore." McGonagall stepped forward and took a closer look.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Although I wish I knew, unfortunately, Minerva, I don't know either..."

He put the crystal on the table, looking out of the window with serious eyes.

He didn't expect that the power of darkness was so close to them...

(End of this chapter)