Ashes of Hogwarts

Rebound, as the name suggests.

It means that the opponent seizes the flaw at the moment of attack to deflect the attack and cause stiffness, so as to execute, pursue, and

It is an extremely technical skill.

At this moment, facing the giant beast's roaring claws again, Ash's heart remained calm.

It's full of flaws!

He held the small sickle tightly in his left hand, and the moment the claws came near, he quickly pushed it upward.

Duamg~

A strange voice sounded, and Hermione found that she had completely lost control of the magical beast.

She tried hard to struggle away, but she couldn't move at all.

At this moment, as long as Ash adds a sword execution, this weak magic aggregate will collapse.

He raised his sword.

Just when he was about to stab him, a curse that was so weak that he couldn't continue to detect it hit Ash's head.

Ash's head tilted.

This spell was weaker than a first-year wizard and could not cause any harm to him.

But it definitely hit the target.

Whether it was because it was too weak to be noticed in this magical playground, or Ash simply didn't pay attention to it.

This is no reason!

"Brilliant, Mr. Filch, perfect timing, precise hit. If you hadn't been assigned to an academy, I couldn't help but give you fifty points!"

Ash turned around.

Filch was silently reciting the second curse, although he knew he had no chance to release it.

call!

The huge magical beast was picked up by Ash with one hand and roared towards Filch.

Filch was getting a little old after all. He watched helplessly as the beast flew toward him like a swarm of people, but he didn't even know where to run.

At a loss.

Fortunately, Hermione has regained control of the beast.

She quickly released the magic connection, put on a layer of armor engraved with flying squirrel runes on herself in the air, and rolled to the ground.

"That's too cruel, Godfather!"

She said somewhat angrily.

"Besides, Mr. Filch's old arms and legs will be half dead if he takes this blow!"

"I taught you, protect others from being hurt!"

Ash took an arrow step and slowly lowered his body.

After the magic connection was released, Hermione was the only one left who could still fight.

Filch might still be half of it.

"If you take my sword, you will still win."

Hermione began to chant spells frantically.

She ignored Filch, because the godfather's next attack would definitely be aimed at her.

She even took out a large rock-like shield from her seamless stretch bag and placed it in front of her.

With the addition of the Roaring Dragon Emblem Ring, the defensive spell Hermione cast on herself had reached the point where it was visible to the naked eye.

All-over blue magic.

The muddy playground is illuminated with a deep light.

Farlan's sword burst into flames.

Ash stepped forward suddenly, creating a huge deep hole in the solid ground beneath his feet.

He turned into a blur of light and shadow, plowing a wide ravine in the playground.

call!

No one reacted.

When Ash reappeared in their sight, he was less than two meters away from Hermione.

The blazing flames of Farlan's sword went out.

The tip of its sword was less than one centimeter away from Hermione's eyebrows.

Javier's shield had no effect at all.

The protective spell covering Hermione's body was dispelled the moment Frank's sword came upon her.

all!Not a single one is left.

"It's a pity that your free time is gone."

"And from now on, you're going to do twice as many morning runs every day, including you, Mr. Filch."

Ash put away his weapon.

The Undead Armor he wore turned into mist and disappeared, turning back into his original black robe.

In this so-called lesson, he only made one move from beginning to end, but he still retained his strength.

"Godfather." Hermione's lips trembled, her magic power was a little overdrawn.

But she still resisted the urge to pass out and tried to express her last thought.

"That move just now was so cool, I want to learn this!"

After saying that, she fainted gorgeously.

Ash caught the fallen Hermione with one hand, and gently gave Filch a fainting blow with the other hand.

"Mr. Filch, you need to stay with your comrades."

At this point, all the little wizards from second to seventh grade, including Filch, have withdrawn from the battle.

Ash Lothric, Win.

The young wizards were sent back to their own lounge.

No one was actually hurt, but the battle left an indelible impression on everyone.

It turns out that apart from magic spells, you can fight like this.

Early the next morning, Ash was woken up by Hermione.

She kept jumping and yelling, asking Ash to teach her the cool "fire magic".

Is that stuff magic?

Ash himself didn't know.

He scratched his head helplessly and walked towards the cafeteria, with Hermione still chattering beside him.

Ash couldn't tell Hermione that this power came from the King's Soul of the Undead Team.

And to get the King Soul of the Undead Team, they must be killed.

How about simply teaching him flame transformation magic?

He came to the mess hall and sat down, ordering breakfast from the house elf.

The results of yesterday's class have come out.

The little wizards no longer show off what new magic they have learned, how they can turn a stick into something like a Transformer.

In fact, it's really not worth showing off.

Everyone improves at the same time. What level you are among your peers is what level you are still at now.

Just like Hermione, she already had the ability to fight adult wizards.

Now, I'm afraid even some professional Aurors can't do anything to her.

Breakfast was served quickly, and Ash and Hermione began to enjoy their first meal of the day.

After following Ash for so long, Hermione's taste has long been "Ash-ified", so she eats fried dough sticks dipped in salty soy milk.

that's nice!

In the auditorium, the little wizards were eating and chatting in low voices.

Probably because I am worried about the increased amount of running and aerobics in the future.

After taking the last sip of soy milk, Ash burped with satisfaction.

belch!

Boo!

A silver phoenix screamed and flew into the cafeteria. It circled twice on the wide ceiling and quickly landed in front of Ash.

"Come to the principal's office, Ash."

Dumbledore's voice came from the phoenix's beak.

The young wizards looked at this scene curiously. Most of them had not yet come into contact with the advanced guardian spell of Calling God Guard.

The only thing most students have ever seen is Ash's fiery and fiery Patronus of the King of Fire.

That's not a good memory.

Snapped!

Ash snapped his fingers and disapparated into the cafeteria.

Under normal circumstances, Dumbledore would use voice transmission to inform the teacher.

Using the patron saint to call people in such a big way can only mean one thing.

Something very important is going to happen.

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, it was as expected.

Three plainly dressed old wizards were chatting cordially with Dumbledore.

It can be seen that although they retain respect for Dumbledore, they are still on the same level.

"Look, here he comes."

Seeing Ash entering the door, several people stood up.

"Introducing you, Ash."

"These are all leaders of the Merlin Order. Congratulations, your Merlin First Class Medal has been approved."