Ashes of Hogwarts

Standing in front of the bloody castle, Ash waved his wand.

It was a magic he rarely performed.

In most cases, Ash can summon what he needs directly from his backpack.

"The castle is coming!"

he shouted loudly.

This is more impressive.

The huge blood castle began to tremble.

With bursts of dust and broken tiles shaking off, Timit Castle slowly rose from the ground with a huge roar.

Ash vents his huge magic power.

In a dilapidated carriage in the distance, the Duke silently put the katana in his hand back behind him and stared at the castle rising into the sky in amazement.

"Satan's hooves, what a powerful existence this is."

He drove away silently.

This place is no longer suitable for seclusion. Whether it is Ash Lothric or Ethan, they will definitely turn Capcom town upside down.

With his legs slightly bent, Ash jumped directly onto the castle rising into the sky.

On the original foundation, the deep blood pool burst open, staining the earth with blood.

"receive!"

With a thought, the castle in mid-air disappeared.

It was received as an object in Ash's backpack.

There are still many open spaces in Dragon Academy.

Definitely can let it go.

Losing his support, Ash fell from mid-air.

He adjusted his posture and flew directly to the west castle with his sword.

After getting closer, Ash could see the whole castle clearly.

Compared with the magnificent and medieval Timmit Castle, this navy blue castle is not only half-assed, but can only be regarded as the difference between gold and scrap metal.

Ash knocked politely on the door.

No matter what, I am a civilized person and I must follow the procedures that I should follow.

After knocking on the door three times, no one came out to greet him in the castle.

Ash was upset.

I, the professor of Hogwarts, the famous recipient of the Order of Merlin, first class, knock on your door to give you face, and you are still here to ignore me?

So he directly wielded the Manyan sword and slammed the blue cast iron door.

coax!

With a deafening roar, the door flew out like a cannonball.

A few werewolves who didn't know what they were doing sneaking behind the door were directly smashed into pulp by the flying door.

Dots of blood stained the walls.

Ash stepped forward and walked inside.

Rather than saying this is a castle, it would be more appropriate to call this a laboratory and factory.

Inside the almost hollowed-out castle, dense conveyor belts continuously transport human bodies of various shapes to different laboratories.

They were injected with a special serum.

Then he started to go crazy, struggling and tearing at his own flesh.

In the end, those who can't survive will die directly, and those who survive will suffer from mental breakdown and become nothing but the bloodthirsty instinct of a werewolf.

This place is much more disgusting than Timmit Castle.

At least they look glamorous on the outside.

"How about it? These are my most proud works."

At this time, a man with glasses who looked like a martial artist slowly walked out of the shadows carrying a big hammer.

He looked Ash up and down, revealing that it was indeed you.

"Hello, Professor Losric, welcome to visit my werewolf factory."

"you know me?"

Ash was curious, he didn't expect anyone else in this place to know him.

Sure enough, the so-called lack of information and not communicating with outsiders are only for people at the bottom.

"I am not the old-fashioned old woman like Timit. I will never miss out on the Daily Prophet every month. How could I not recognize the famous Professor Losric?"

"Really? It's a laugh."

Ash put on his trademark fake smile and firmly grasped the hand extended by the martial artist.

As we all know, the "Daily Prophet" is not a monthly magazine, and the smell of darkness in the body of martial arts students is too strong.

Compared to Mrs. Timit, who has undergone more physical transformations, Wu Juren is the kind of person who is truly penetrated to the core by the profoundness.

The right hand was slightly stressed, and the martial artist's hand began to make a crackling sound.

His expression began to twist.

"Give me—let go!"

The sledgehammer rushed towards Ash's head with the roar of the wind.

In Ash's eyes, this was terribly slow.

He simply let go of his hand and struck Wu Juren's chest with a heart-wrenching punch.

puff.

Wu Juren's mouthful of blood drew a perfect arc in the air.

It was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, and he flew directly into the air, turning into a black shadow and slamming into the wall.

His entire body was mounted on the wall, like a rough mural.

"The deep stench on your body has almost materialized. Why do you dare to come in front of me and get close to me?"

Ash slapped his nose and showed a disgusted expression.

As Wu Juren was beaten away, the various werewolves who had been restrained in the shadows before finally revealed their evil claws.

There were as many as five Sledgehammer werewolves that Ash had encountered before, and there were also a werewolf that was almost exactly the same, except that it had a big sword in its hand, and a werewolf that had been mechanically transformed, with its arms turning into chainsaws.

"You said that you are not a good disciple of the Netherworld, and you do some scientific research, and now you are unable to do anything, and you can only use these useless guys."

To the extent that a martial artist is tainted with Netherworld, as long as he studies it with concentration, he will definitely be a powerful Netherworld mage. If he learns a little bit of black magic, he will be at least as good as Gellert Grindelwald.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a waste.

While dodging, Ash was so light that he slashed the werewolf's neck with the tip of his cane.

As for combat, it doesn’t hurt to add some artistry while satisfying practicality.

The martial arts man embedded in the wall watched Ash kill the subordinates he had worked so hard to cultivate like chopping melons and vegetables, and his face was as dark as the robes worn by Snape.

He struggled to pull himself out, then stepped on a piece of scrap metal and escaped through the shadows.

In the pure white laboratory, the military examiner rushed in hastily.

"I don't believe it. My work is definitely successful. The werewolf's genes combined with the transformation method of the undead will definitely be the strongest creature on land in the future."

He quickly bundled the information into packages.

Ash Lothric will soon catch up.

He didn't want to be like that old woman in Timit, whose home had been moved away by others.

After carrying the information on his back, he finally came to a white hospital bed.

A dying man was lying here. His hair was gray and he didn't look very old, but his face was already full of wrinkles.

"Remus Lupin, your less-than-pure blood must have insulted my experiment! Go to hell, kid, and take your despicable blood with you!"

As the martial arts man swung his left hand, a sharp piece of iron flew from outside the door and stabbed straight into the throat of the man on the bed.

"Don't worry, Wu Juren, I still think I know how you caught this guy."

In Lupin's field of vision, a lean man reached out and grabbed the piece of iron that was about to kill him. His other hand gently placed on Heisenberg, but the latter didn't even have the guts to move. nothing.

"I wonder if you recognize me."

Ash smiled at Lupine, which was completely different from what the martial arts people had seen before.

"I am Ash Lothric, professor at Hogwarts and friend of Dumbledore."