Ashes of Hogwarts

"So, this is Voldemort?"

In the principal's room, Dumbledore and Snape looked at the small ball on the table filled with black mist in disbelief.

It's not that they didn't believe that Ash could catch Voldemort, it was just that they didn't expect such a result.

Miserable old!

As for Quirrell's chopped-in-two body, it was now hastily thrown outside Hagrid's hut.

To be honest, Dumbledore has a headache now.He originally planned to use the Philosopher's Stone to lure Voldemort, and then rely on the spell left by Lily on Harry to destroy him.

But Ash moved too fast and chopped Quirrell into pieces without making a sound. You know, school had just started today.

The principal felt that his carefully planned plan to cultivate a savior was wasted.

"I will curse you, I will curse you."

Voldemort began to scream. He didn't know what this wizard with a big sword was going to do to him.But he can guarantee that the other party will not make it easy for him.

eternal life?Stop making trouble, there is no way you can make your enemies immortal.

If you believe his lies, I'm afraid you won't be left with nothing left.

"In short, you don't have to worry about Voldemort." Ash put the ball in front of his eyes and stared at the two points faintly in the black mist. "It's not that easy for you to die. I told you to give you eternal life. I won’t miss you for a day.”

"Okay, Ash." Dumbledore said, "I believe you will handle it well. At least in this aspect, you have more say than us."

"As for Severus."

Snape on the side tensed up. He had already been excited when he saw Voldemort's soul.

At that time, he looked ferocious and had already begun to recite the Death Curse silently. Fortunately, Dumbledore reached out to stop him.

"I think you can definitely trust Ash, Severus. You have a good relationship with him. I think you can go to Ash on your days off. After all, even the most heinous criminals have the right to be visited in prison."

For Dumbledore, the failure of Tom Riddle's education has always been unforgettable, but this does not mean that he will have excess compassion for Voldemort's soul.

Just kidding, is the name of the first generation White Demon King in vain?

"As for Quirrell, I have informed the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. He has Voldemort's Dark Mark on his body, and the wand has cast the Death Curse more than once recently. The Aurors will know what to do."

Dumbledore smiled mysteriously. As far as his connections were concerned, even if this thing was false, if he said it was true, it would be true.

What's more, this thing is actually true.

Ash felt some sympathy for Quirrell.

It was so miserable. With such an unreliable master like Voldemort, I never had a good day, and ended up dead in the end.

But one thing that puzzled Ash was that he didn't find Quirrell's soul after his death.You must know that for magical aggregates like wizards, their souls must be stronger than ordinary people.Even if a little wizard dies, he should still have chunks of soul.

But Quirrell didn't.

I still know too little about this world.

Ash sighed.

Putting the ball back in his pocket, Ash said goodbye to Dumbledore and Snape.

He had no interest in seeing how Aurors worked.After working for half a night and getting what he wanted, he just wanted to go back to the office and have a good sleep.

After all, tomorrow will be my first time hosting a class break.

And his classes.

But speaking of which, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor died just after the semester started, so the young wizards will probably have to study on their own again this semester.

In other words, Snape was the substitute teacher. He had been coveting this position for a long time.

curse?How terrible!

"Please wait a moment, Professor Losric." As soon as Ash left the principal's office, he was stopped by Snape who hurried out.

"Oh, it's Severus, what's wrong?" Ash handed the ball to Snape, "Do you want him? It doesn't matter if you take it back and use it. Give it to me at the weekend. That’s it.”

Snape hesitated for a moment, his always serious face showing a rare hint of embarrassment.

"That's it, Ash. I just want to ask you. When the time comes to deal with him, please let me be aside, okay?"

Rubbing his chin, Ash thought carefully and said to Snape who looked serious: "Of course there is no problem, I just want to try our technology over there to see if we can teleport people here as well. "

"That's it, thank you very much, Ash." Snape forced a smile on his stiff face, and it seemed that this was all he could do.

Ash returned to the lounge and lay down on the bed fully clothed.

Once upon a time, he also wanted to be a glorious people's teacher, but fate played a huge joke on him.

So now it’s another type of dream come true.

He lay on the bed and looked out the window. The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were busy with Quirrell's body.

Not far away, Dumbledore and McGonagall were silently watching a man talking about something with great energy.

Well, it should be Fudge, the current Minister of Magic.

I heard that they have a very useful thing called a time turner. Ash plans to borrow some from them when he has time.

There were two gentle knocks on the door.

Ash opened the door, and outside the rest room was his office.

No one is empty.

But there were two bottles of medicine quietly placed on the table in the office.

Felicity Elixir.

Needless to say, this was probably Snape's thank you gift to Ash.

"This guy is quite polite."

But there was no politeness, he politely put the gift that Snape gave him politely into his backpack.

Voldemort's fate was doomed, but before that, Ash didn't mind giving Voldemort another boost because of Snape's two bottles of potion.

The night is like water, quiet and cool.

The Aurors who had been busy for most of the night finally withdrew.There is no doubt that Quirrell was a Death Eater, even though he was not officially a member.They also found Hagrid to collect evidence and saw the first scene of Quirrell's ambush on the unicorn.

Professor McGonagall caught two naughty Gryffindor students in the corridor, yelling at something.

Dumbledore happily enjoyed a late night snack.

Professor Snape lay on the ground smelling of alcohol.The dim light illuminated the glass jars filled with materials of various shapes and also illuminated his face.He was mumbling something from time to time, and occasionally a smile appeared on his face, but it soon turned to guilt.

To Ash, it was just a trivial thing.

The young professor slept in his clothes and fell asleep slowly under the quiet moonlight.