Ashes of Hogwarts

As soon as he arrived in the woods, Ash saw a group of little wizards gathered around a piece of gravel and pointed.

Hermione was standing aside with a serious face, training a dejected little wizard on the essentials of movements.

Ash took a closer look, oh, this is Mr. Seamus Finnigan, the demolition genius.

"So, this is the blasting spell cast by some little wizard, and it is so powerful. I will give his academy five points."

Ash said cheerfully.

In fact, it goes without saying that he can guess that this is the masterpiece of Seamus Finnigan.

After all, this gentleman is famously strong.

After all, not just anyone can use any spell to explode like a thunderbolt.

"It's me, Professor."

Seamus stood up with a shy look on his face, looking very embarrassed.

Professor Losric was the professor who criticized him the least, although he often messed up in his classes.

"Professor, what I used was not an explosion curse, but... an advanced version of the armor curse."

After getting Ash's permission, Hermione has been approved to give the advanced version of the Iron Armor Curse to other students. After all, they are intelligent enough to learn this magic.

Ash himself plans to teach students to practice it in the next class.

"All I can say is that you're extremely lucky, Mr. Finnigan."

Ash has indeed overlooked something. After all, if some characters don't think about it deliberately, even the memory bonus brought by full-level intelligence cannot allow him to remember them clearly.

Fortunately, Seamus was well aware of his magic flaws, or it was possible that the little wizards around him warned him before he did it.

The moment the armor engraved with flame patterns was placed on the bluestone, the magic power began to riot, and then exploded, attracting Ash and the Fireproof Girl.

"Perhaps you should try to do some simple ones first, such as the strength of the bear and the speed of the leopard, instead of doing these difficult things from the beginning."

The magic power of the little wizards is certainly sufficient, but experience limits the power they can exert.

Like Ash and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's magic is definitely far inferior to Ash's, but in terms of the sophistication of magic, Dumbledore is definitely much stronger.

But Ash, he can only rely on his majestic magic power to bully others.

Oh, what a poor child.

Ash's eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, and he laughed.

"Lord Ashes, are you thinking of something happy?"

The fireproof girl asked curiously.

Although his own Ashes often make some inexplicable actions, in this case, he must have thought of something.

"Nothing, just a new sentence I suddenly bought."

Ash looked at the little wizards who continued to practice, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

The fireproof girl knew that her master had bad intentions again.

"Then can I have the honor of listening to Lord Ashes' teachings?"

What a person needs most when pretending is an audience who will praise him. Fireproof Girl is undoubtedly the best example.

Ash cleared his throat and put on a Dumbledore-like expression.

"There is an old saying that goes well. If you are poor, you will have tactical penetration. If you are rich, you will have firepower. The little wizards in the past were poor." Ash sighed sadly.

"But it's different now. They've become richer, and they're no longer the little wizards who used to have one strand of magic power split into two. So I decided to teach them the tactics of fire coverage starting from the next class. It's definitely better to attack in a swarm than to fight alone. Fighting is much stronger.”

"I, Ash Lothric, must turn the students of Hogwarts into beings that no one in the wizarding world dares to mess with. If anyone dares to bully Hogwarts, let me Let them see the power of fire coverage!”

When the words fell, even Ash himself felt generous and heroic.

Sure enough, a crisp sound of applause came from behind him.

Ash turned around and saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile on his face.

Beside him, the famous Minister Cornelius Fudge was standing there with an uneasy look on his face.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Fudge wanted to pick up a handkerchief to wipe it with trembling hands, but he couldn't lift his hand.

Eagle-style education, this is a proper eagle-style education.

Do you, Ash Lothric, want to be the next Voldemort?Or even go one step further and become the next Gellert Grindelwald?

It's a pity that Fudge could only swallow such harsh and passionate words in his heart.

Otherwise, not to mention Dumbledore and Losric, even the students would dare to attack him.

"Who did I say it was? It turned out to be Minister Fudge." Ash squinted his eyes and looked Fudge up and down: "Why haven't you left yet? The elves at Hogwarts didn't make your dinner."

"Let's go, let's go. The Ministry of Magic does have a lot of things to be busy with."

Fudge originally planned to find Dumbledore and use the name of the Ministry of Magic to directly solve the problem of the fire dragon. Who knew that the young Dumbledore would not accept this trick at all.

His sharp eyes like an eagle directly reminded Fudge of the White Devil who was the king of the past. That was not a good memory.

I don’t know who turned these old guys into young ones. If I find out, I will use all my means to get him into Azkaban.

Two dementors must also be arranged to serve him.

No, three!

"Three, that's a little less," Dumbledore said abruptly.

"Quite a few, three of them." Fudge answered naturally, and then realized that it was Dumbledore who spoke.

So the Minister of Magic just ran away in the eyes of all the little wizards who didn't know why.

"We also bid farewell, Professor Lothric, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The two young alternate Aurors said their goodbyes.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Go ahead, kid. Make some achievements and try to work in the Ministry of Magic in the future."

Then he took Fudge's seat.

Ash added silently in his mind.

Although he felt that Fudge might not be able to survive the new era of Hogwarts students coming to snatch his black hat.

Dumbledore and Ash exchanged a few words and left.

He seems to have been very busy recently, and Snape has been unable to see anyone all day long.

If Snape hadn't been able to attend class on time, Ash would have suspected that someone had killed him.

After grabbing a piece of grass and chewing it in his mouth, Ash hugged the fire-proof girl and lay down on the lying cow stone nearby.

Under the golden sunset, the energetic little wizards were jumping around, full of laughter and laughter.

"It's wonderful, youth, life."

Ash didn't want to recall when he was twelve or thirteen years old. After all, the most important thing in his life at that time was his grades.

All because of that damn, so-called best private junior high school.

You still have to take the exam!

"Lord Ashes, do you like children?"

The fireproof girl gently covered her belly and spoke with a hint of nervousness.

"How should I put it? In my last life, I wanted to be a DINK. After all, children are too troublesome."

Ash recalled the past and talked about the past: "But now that he has experienced so many things, he realizes that he might really want a descendant."

This is a legacy engraved in our bones.Wife, children, complete home.

This is not a rootless duckweed, drifting with the tide.

"Lord Ashes." The fireproof girl took off the cover and put her hands on her lower abdomen, and a layer of seal was opened.

Ash felt that a strange yet familiar soul was brewing in the fireproof girl's belly.

It was a soul that had the same origin as him and was connected by blood.

Ash felt like his whole world was spinning.

His head was as confused as if he was drunk.

In this chaos, the fireproof woman's words came again.

"I am pregnant."