Ashes of Hogwarts

Rita's hanging heart was finally relieved.

She had never thought that Professor Losric, who was widely loved by students, was actually a vicious criminal.

She waved her wand to conjure two mirrors, and soon saw what was on her neck.

An extremely deep square character with a vague red light that doesn't look like a good thing at first glance.

If anyone knows Chinese, they will tell her that this represents a very good meaning in Chinese.

One word.

just!

So stupid!Rita was so angry that she broke the mirror.

That stupid guy actually dared to do such a thing to his own body.

Sooner or later, I will come back with severe revenge and make him beg for mercy in front of me like a dog!

Rita packed her handbag.

Maybe Ash Lothric left a restraint on himself, but I know a lot of magic masters, and I don't believe they can't undo it.

But soon her hand stopped in mid-air.

She felt her neck began to feel hot, and then something small gradually crawled out from the first horizontal position.

Sadly, I can't move again.

The bugs quickly crawled all over the body.

In a daze, Rita felt like she was back in her childhood when she poked an ant nest out of mischief.

The feeling of those ants crawling on my body was exactly the same as now.

They will soon no longer be satisfied with climbing, and the delicious flesh will attract their powerful jaws.

Rita's frozen body actually began to tremble slightly.

It was fear, fear, and unbearable pain.

No one has ever experienced that the whole body is covered with ants and their flesh and blood are eaten.

It’s scary to think about such a scene.

At this time, even coma is a luxury.

Rita didn't pass out after all.

The word "正" on her neck continued to exude a coolness, keeping her in the most alert state.

Five minutes passed quickly, but to Rita it felt like a lifetime.

The pain slowly receded from her body, but her spirit still remained in the nightmare she had just had.

"This is the first time and I hope it will be the last."

At this moment, Ash's voice sounded like a demon, waking Rita up.

She jumped up like crazy and stripped herself clean.

A larger full-length mirror appeared under the transformation technique, and she checked herself several times inside and out.

After thoroughly confirming that she was fine, she returned to normal.

"Let me tell you, I, Rita Skeeter, will never surrender to the evil forces."

But she no longer dared to say these words, she only dared to go through them in her mind.

Her sense of luck disappeared after she discovered that a horizontal line on the square word on her neck changed from red to black.

And it seems that the color of the second vertical line is slowly getting darker.

slap!

Rita fell to her knees.

"Dear Master, please forgive me for my ignorant and stupid behavior. I swear on my soul that I will devote myself to my master until my death!"

The last Chinese sentence comes from a story about a legendary Chinese wizard that Rita saw when she was in school.

Legend has it that the wizard was so powerful that he could change the sky and control the wind.

In this regard, he personally wrote an article to express his loyalty to his lord of noble royal blood.

I heard that Lothric likes Chinese culture very much, so I should be able to please him by swearing like this.

On the other side, Ash has left Diagon Alley.

Rita Skeeter just happened to be a chess piece.

The matter of the Abyss is related to the God of Death, and it is no longer something that a gossip reporter can investigate.

It can only be said that if she is lucky, she may still be able to find a few clues.

"Driver, go to 221B Baker Street, thank you."

Ash flagged down a taxi.

He planned to visit an old wizard who had been famous in the wizarding world but had retired for many years.

Dumbledore had praised the old wizard when he gave him the address.

[There may be wizards in the wizarding world who are more knowledgeable than me, but there certainly is no detective in the world who is more powerful than Mr. Holmes. 】

Ash believed it.

This name may be unknown in Britain today, but in his previous life, he was a well-known detective.

Calculated by age, he should be almost 140 years old now.

It's really ridiculous. Any old man in the wizarding world will live longer than Voldemort, a guy who wants to live forever.

The taxi soon brought the guest, dressed as a medieval wizard, to Baker Street.

Ash touched his pocket and found that he had no Muggle currency.

This is embarrassing, the driver is still waiting for him to pay.

In desperation, he had no choice but to pop out a Silver Siko.

"No need to look for it," he said.

Then he tidied up his appearance.

Now you are coming to ask someone to do something for you, so you can't be sloppy.

"Sir..." the taxi driver's weak voice came from behind.

Ash turned around and found the driver holding a silver coin and looking at him sheepishly.

"I said there's no need to look for it. If there's more, I'll give you a tip."

"No...it doesn't seem like it's enough to cross half of London..."

……

With a dark face, Ash paid two more silver coins, and Ash couldn't help but sigh at the price of the taxi.

What a profit.

After adjusting his collar, hat, and robe, Ash hung his cane in his left hand and stepped forward to ring the doorbell of 221B Baker Street.

Soon, there was a chaotic sound of people going downstairs.

The leather shoes made a "dong-dong" sound on the wooden floor.

The door opened, and a hobbit...Watson revealed his head.

"Hello?"

There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice, as if he had just stayed up all night.

Although he was a little surprised by his youth, Ash did not forget the serious reason why he came here.

He bowed slightly.

"Hello, Mr. Watson, I am Ash Lothrick. I am here to visit Mr. Holmes. I hope my arrival will not disturb your comfortable retirement life."

"No interruption, no interruption, I mean, we haven't retired yet. Please come in, Mr. Losric. Welcome."

Watson welcomed Ash into the house.

The decoration in the house is a bit old, but fortunately it is tidy, unlike some elderly wizards whose house is full of messy things.

"Please sit down, tea or coffee. Coffee, the tea was eaten by Sherlock last night."

"Guest as you wish."

Ash sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the room carefully.

A typical British small apartment, with dark wooden furniture, fat and wide sofas, and British-style home decoration.

Bookcases with storage functions can be used to store small spaces everywhere.

There are wood-paneled walls covered with photos and a fireplace with a roaring fire.

Dark colors represent reason, like the mind of Sherlock Holmes.

The eye-catching dark green sofa, and the haggard-looking Doctor Strange on the sofa.

"Although I don't know who you are, it's impossible for you to get any answer from me there."

"You took my seat."