Ashes of Hogwarts

"Dangdangdang!"

The crisp knocking sound of glass woke Ash up from his dream. He rubbed his face and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before he remembered that he had come to another world.

A new, vibrant world.

Otherwise, how can I sleep!

Fortunately, after hard work and hard work, he finally managed to escape the clutches of the quilt and slowly moved towards the source of the sound.

It was a white owl, and at this moment it was tapping the glass window rhythmically with its hard beak.

"I'm coming."

Ash opened the window, took the envelope tied to the owl's leg and fed it a piece of dried rat - one of the owl's favorite snacks.

Ash unfolded the envelope.

If there was a ranking of the most desirable letters in the world, this letter would definitely be on the list.

When Ash was a child so long ago that he almost lost his memory, he innocently looked at the window, hoping that an owl would knock on his window.

His address was marked in emerald green ink, and on the back of the envelope, a delicate wax seal indicated its origin. .

A capital H is surrounded by four animal logos.

Hogwarts - a school that holds the magical dreams of quite a few children.

In fact, what Ash had in his hand was not an admission letter.

He unfolded the parchment and as expected saw the content he already knew.

Dear Mr. Ash Losrick:

We are pleased to inform you that after unanimous decision by the Hogwarts School Board of Directors, your application for employment has been approved.

Your letter of appointment, faculty and staff entry allowance, etc. are enclosed with the letter.

The new semester will start on September [-]st. Please declare the required textbooks and course schedule one month in advance, and submit a written application to the school for venue and course funding in advance.

If you have any other missing items or questions, please go to the Vice President’s Office or the Principal’s Office for consultation before August [-]st.

Vice Principal: Minerva McGonagall

What followed was Ash's letter of appointment.

Professor of Wizard Close Defense - a course that never appeared in the original work.

In fact, Ash did not expect that Lao Deng would take the initiative to make this request after hearing his story.

You know, Dumbledore was really shocked when he saw Ash in the Burning King.

Even the well-informed White Devil will inevitably lose his composure when faced with things beyond his understanding.

After writing his name on the signature area of ​​the appointment letter, Ash left one copy of the appointment letter and tied the other back to the owl's leg, then watched it spread its wings and fly to the vice principal's office which was not far away.

Pushing open the door to the professor's dormitory, Ash took a deep breath facing the sunshine. The smell of green grass was mixed with a touch of water vapor. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

This was something he hadn't felt in years.

In the endless reincarnation, he is awakened by the bell again and again, killing and lighting firewood.In a desolate and desperate world, the only warmth is that small bottle of elements.

Not far away, Dumbledore smiled and looked at the boy bathed in the sun.He couldn't help but think of the first time he met him half a month ago.

……

"What is this."

In the principal's room, Albus Dumbledore frowned, stared at the mottled and worn golden brazier on the floor, and murmured to himself.

Dumbledore discovered it while shopping in Diagon Alley.The unique shape and simple patterns attracted his attention. Although there was no magic fluctuation, it firmly caught his eyeballs.

"Merlin's beard, how old must it be."

Even with Dumbledore's knowledge, it was difficult to tell how many years this ancient golden brazier had gone through.So he bought it without hesitation - for only one Sickle.

However, the moment he happily returned to the principal's office, the brazier actually started burning on its own.

What surprised him even more was that even at this time, he still couldn't feel a trace of magic fluctuation.

As the greatest white wizard of our time, the White Devil, who makes Death Eaters frightened, although he usually maintains a humble attitude in dealing with others, that is nothing but self-effacing.

But the thing in front of him really made him helpless.

"All curses end"

Waving the wand, the majestic magic power poured towards the ancient golden brazier.There is no doubt that the combination of the White Devil and the Elder Wand is powerful, but it has no effect.

At this time, the flames in the brazier gradually moved closer to the center, but he could feel that this had nothing to do with his curse.

But there will definitely be changes next. The white wizard narrowed his eyes, and a more powerful curse began to brew, and he was ready to shoot it as soon as something went wrong.

A mysterious, indescribable feeling rose from the bottom of Dumbledore's heart. In the dark, he felt that he - no, to be precise, Hogwarts was connected to an unknown existence.

The principal's room gradually became darker. To be precise, the flames in the brazier became brighter and brighter.

Finally, in the twisted flames, a spiral sword flowing with red slowly appeared from virtual to real.

The flames gradually disappeared, leaving only a strand wrapped around the spiral sword. A figure sitting cross-legged gradually appeared, looking at the principal with a hint of curiosity. .

"It's really strange," the figure said slowly, "There are still wizards in Lordland. I thought no one except the Black Witch would like to dress like this."

Smelling the faint scent of ember emanating from the man in front of him, the principal did not relax his vigilance.

The man in front of him was dressed like a medieval witch-hunting knight. You know, they were not very friendly to wizards.

"Lordland? I have never heard of this name." Dumbledore replied.

The interested visitor to the principal's office in front of him was slightly startled, and then he hit his head. After a while, he seemed to remember something.

"If I may take the liberty of asking, could you tell me where this place is?"

"Hogwarts."

"Oh, Hogwarts, this is really..." The man was stunned. Under the brim of his hat, his eyes that seemed to be emitting fire were staring closely at the wizard in front of him, and murmured to himself: "I seem to hear I told you about such a place."

Of course he remembered, but that was a long, long time ago.

In my memory, I once loved a movie series called "Harry Potter" and shouted all day long that the owl that sent me letters was lost.

"If you don't mind, we can sit down and talk." Dumbledore put away his wand.Although he has not completely let down his guard, more than 100 years of experience tell him that the person in front of him is not a bad person.

"Of course," Ash took off the pointed helmet belonging to the undead team, took a glass of ice water from Dumbledore and sat down on the spot.

When the ice water entered his mouth, the cool and sweet feeling continued to swim through Ash's body like a bolt of lightning.Gradually awakening his already numb spirit and body.

"Then," he pushed the cup back to Dumbledore and motioned to the old man with the white beard in front of him to fill it up again: "Listen to me and tell you a story."