Ashes of Hogwarts

The awarding ceremony for the Order of Merlin, First Class was much simpler than Ash had imagined.

In other words, there was no investiture ceremony at all.

Everyone just chatted, drank tea, and then got things done.

When the three old wizards patted Ash on the shoulders and left happily, Ash still held the box containing his medal and did not react.

"Are the knights of Merlin so careless?"

He looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling, and it was obvious that the latter knew about this.

"That's not always the case, Ash. Want some?"

Although he has returned to his youthful appearance, Dumbledore's hobby of eating snacks cannot be changed.

Looking at those weird sweets, Ash decisively refused.

"Okay, actually I didn't plan to treat you to a meal, I just asked politely."

Dumbledore grabbed a handful of honey candies and ate them with his mouth full of honey.

"The grandness of the award ceremony depends on the recipient's own wishes. Most wizards are not willing to make it too troublesome. This will not be helpful to their own research."

The so-called small part must refer to Lockhart.

Ash groaned silently.

"I never said that, but I think you're right."

Dumbledore gave Ash a look that made you wise.

I don’t want to be praised by you at all, old man!

Ash left the principal's office.

It is said that tomorrow the Daily Prophet will publish the news that he has received the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Although this matter has been publicized for a long time, it is still big news in the magical world.

But Ash felt that he had to go to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet first.

The last report on the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets made him feel that the most widely circulated newspaper in the wizarding world was not that reliable.

Although I don’t care much about reputation, it’s still disgusting to be used to spread rumors.

The Leaky Cauldron.

Ash hasn't been here for a long time, mainly because the environment here is really bad.

Why do these mysterious places in the wizarding world have to be so dirty and shabby?

Can't you be more clean?

But he came anyway because he found that he had overlooked something important.

He didn't know where the Daily Prophet's headquarters was.

"Long time no see, Mr. Losric!"

Seeing Ash walking from the backyard to the front hall with no surprise, Old Tom greeted him warmly.

This person is now as famous in the wizarding world as Dumbledore.

"Hello, old Tom, would you mind giving me a glass of vodka?"

Ash sat on the bar.

The wizards around him stopped talking and looked at the professor who had become so famous in the wizarding world in just one year.

But no one came up to talk.

Legend has it that this professor had a bad temper and beat all the students except first-year students just because they were noisy in class.

Even the old castle gatekeeper was killed by him.

Does news spread so quickly in the wizarding world now?I didn’t see this news published in the Daily Prophet either.

"Don't pay attention to their discussion, Mr. Losrick, they are all a bunch of boring people, they actually believe the news published in "The Quibbler."" Old Tom held up a particularly clean cup, which looked the same as others' at a glance. no the same.

He filled the glass with vodka.

"When I first met you, I thought you were a kind person. How could you do such a thing as beating up all the students in the school?"

Ash took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

At the same time, a green beetle landed on his shoulder.

call!

With a long sigh of relief, Ash pushed the wine glass back to Old Tom.

"In fact, what they said was true."

Ash raised an eyebrow.

He did do such a thing, there is nothing to avoid.

The beetle on his shoulder suddenly twitched.

It's like having epilepsy.

"Go, go, don't get in Mr. Losric's eyes here."

Old Tom tried to drive it away, but was stopped by Ash.

"Sweeping the floor may harm the life of the ants, cherish the moth's gauze lamp! It is also a life, why bother it."

Ash had a look of compassion on his face, which made him unable to deal with Old Tom.

You just admitted half a minute ago that you beat up all the students in the school because they were noisy in class, and now you feel sympathy for a beetle.

And it’s so ugly!

"Everything in the world has a spirit. It is fate that I meet it today. Tom, donor, please open a guest room for me so that I can enlighten it."

Ash held the beetle in both hands with a serious look on his face.

Old Tom was confused as he heard words that he didn't understand coming out of the mouth of the new legend across from him.

But he understood the idea of ​​opening a room.

This professor is a bad drinker. He got drunk after just one glass of vodka and wanted to talk about life with a beetle.

Soon, a clean room was cleared.

Only then did the beetle sense that something was wrong. It flapped its wings quickly in an attempt to escape from Ash's grasp.

"Monster, I can see at a glance that you are not a bug!"

Ash grabbed the beetle in mid-air.

Deng!

Deng!

Deng!

Taking three steps to the corner room on the second floor, Ash casually cast a soundproof spell.

"Come out."

He threw the beetle on the ground and sat down at the table.

I originally thought of going to the Daily Prophet to warn them, but unexpectedly the main character came to their door.

Ash also discovered that there was something wrong with this beetle through soul sensing.

A beetle-shaped Animagus is still wandering around Diagon Alley, and no matter what, it is the woman Rita Skeeter.

In mid-air, the beetles were still spinning around like headless flies.

It really looks like an ordinary beetle without any intelligence.

If it weren't for this caution, someone would probably have discovered it long ago.

Finally, it found a gap by the window and rushed towards it with all its strength.

Freedom!

slap.

The freedom fighter fell.

"I just cast an isolation spell. No one can get in until I break it."

Ash watched Rita Skeeter's performance with interest.

"If you really like acting, I can introduce you to some directors. I am quite familiar with several directors in China, and you can make extra money."

This is true. When Ash was in Beijing, he happened to meet several future great directors at a dinner party, so he also went to work as a bit player.

As a result, he was taken away by the local office the next day because he really showed his sword energy.

Seeing that she had fallen into Ash's clutches, Rita Skeeter finally gave up on taking chances.

The beetle swelled crazily.

Soon, a woman appeared on the spot.

She wore a pair of jeweled eyes, her blond hair was styled into delicate curls, her teeth were exposed, and she spread out a smile that she obviously thought was charming.

Her fat fingers gripped the alligator handbag and her other hand swung towards Ash.

"You look really... special."

Ash reached out and Rita Skeeter's handbag fell out of his hands and fell into his hands.

"do not want!"

Rita Skeeter was so alarmed that she even wanted to snatch it away.

Ash held him in place with one hand, and then took out some manuscripts from his handbag.

He flipped through it without saying a word.

But the atmosphere in the room was getting colder and colder.

Rita Skeeter felt as if her breath turned to hoarfrost.