Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 5 The Ginger-Haired Weasley

Ash was walking on the streets of London wearing a robe and carrying a huge package on his back. He pinned the black abyss dragonscale staff on the right side, and the short white crystallized wood staff on the left.

Yes, Ash named it Crystal Wood and wrote it down in his notebook. He felt that these spells might be of great help to the broken world when he returned to Rhodeland. At least the blazing flames would be good...

By the way, where am I going... Ash stood at the intersection and looked at the passers-by with a little confusion. He thought for a while and took out a list that Dumbledore gave him yesterday.

"Learn to fight back after dodging!" The second-grade textbook, the third-grade textbook "Encyclopedia of Dark Creatures"... and above, can be purchased at Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley..." Ash muttered, he didn't see this place on the map of London, he looked around and saw a bald man sitting on a bench drinking tea.

"Sir, do you know where Diagon Alley is?"

The bald man looked at Ash's strange attire, and then at the yellow and gray bottles hanging on his waist. Well, he was wearing sunglasses.

He didn't speak, but stood up and walked away pretending not to hear, muttering words like "mental illness" while walking.

"..." Ash looked at the man leaving and shook his head slightly, then found a smartly dressed lady and asked, "Do you know where Diagon Alley is?"

"Diagon Alley?" The woman glanced at Ash, "I don't know what Diagon Alley is. If you just want to strike up a conversation, please go away..."

"Diagon Alley? Brother, did you drink too much last night?"

"never heard of that……"

"Huh? To Roast Lane?"

……

Ash looked at the list in his hand helplessly, "It's Diagon Alley, that's right..."

It seems that these ordinary people don't understand the magic world of this world. Maybe the gods have told him this knowledge, but it's been a day, hasn't it?
You can't pray for Ashes with a bad memory to remember these things, Ash sighed, he decided to rely on his intuition, yes, intuition, he felt that he only needed to find another person with a strong soul, at least see him in a few days The least number of souls ever... the least...

It's Meg Minerva, right... There are many more than these ordinary people, so as long as he finds someone with a lot of soul, this person must be a wizard.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed something. He smelled some souls, at least the souls of fifteen soul crystal gun units.

He turned around and saw a light blue car at the intersection, well, cars are also very magical things, and they don’t use magic... Stop stop, he had to interrupt his scattered thoughts, his eyes were tight He looked closely at the middle-aged man who was a little bald.

He was sure that the soul of fifteen units was in this middle-aged man.

I have to say that Arthur Weasley felt that his luck was not very good today. The invisibility experiment he just conducted was undoubtedly a failure. At least eight of the nine creatures present saw the car. The only one invisible is my son's pet...

In a complicated mood, he had to drive outside for a drive, and then think about how to modify the car.

"Sir..." A cold voice interrupted him from his contemplation, he subconsciously responded, and turned his head to see Ash dressed as a wizard.

"Merlin..." The surprised Mr. Weasley quickly opened the car door and pulled him into his car.

"Don't you know the "International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act?" Arthur looked at this strangely dressed fellow wizard and asked helplessly.

Ash froze for a moment, "I'm not a wizard, but a magician."

"This is important..."

"Beep!" There was a fat Beetle behind Mr. Weasley's blue sports car, and the old man inside pressed the horn impatiently to urge him.

He had no choice but to start the car and drive forward, "So did any Muggles spot you?"

"No." Ash still remembered the meaning of the word Muggle, because it was very interesting, "They thought I was...cosplay?"

"Well, that would be the best." Arthur was relieved, he slowed down the car and stopped on the side of the road.

"Arthur Weasley." He reached out and shook Ash, the co-pilot.

Then he looked at Ash wearing sunglasses in surprise, "You are weirder than the weird sisters..."

Ash doesn't know any weird sisters, he only knows the fat aunts and sisters in the undead settlement.

"I want to know where Diagon Alley is?" Ash asked, he did not forget his purpose of finding this Mr. Arthur.

"You haven't told me your name yet..." Mr. Weasley muttered helplessly, then looked up at Ash in surprise.

"American?" Arthur thought for a while. Only Americans are so unique...freedom...strange...don't know the way?

"Yeah." Ash nodded, and then said as if remembering something: "Ash Embers."

"Ash?" Arthur gave him a strange look, "Strange name."

"Indeed." Ash also nodded, saying that the author was a bit lazy when transliterating directly.

"I can take you to Diagon Alley," said the kind Mr. Weasley, "but you have to tell me what you are doing in Diagon Alley."

Ash changed his sitting position, clutched the long black staff in his hand, and then took out the list given by Dumbledore with his left hand.

"Diagon Alley...Legend Bookstore..." Arthur took the list and glanced at it, "Dumbledore..." He froze for a moment, "Are you a professor at Hogwarts?"

Ash nodded, "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Mr. Weasley, who was going to check Ash's ID, was relieved when he knew his identity, and put his left hand on the steering wheel again.

"Since you are a professor at Hogwarts, I should help you all the more." Mr. Weasley started the car, "Sit still."

Ash didn't wonder why the man in front of him knew Dumbledore. In his eyes, a person with such a soul... a strong man must not be a small person.

"I have four children at Hogwarts, oh, three..." Mr. Weasley said casually, "one graduated this year and works at Gringotts."

"Gringotts?" Ash thought for a while, and remembered that this seemed to be a place where wizards kept things, like a wooden box by the campfire.

"Yes, Gringotts." Mr. Weasley looked proud. "He's my pride."

"Tsk..." Ash looked at the proud man in front of him, and remembered the proud teacher when he defeated the queen for the first time, and everyone who saw him would say that he was the future fire passer and the heir of King Gwen ...

Weasley glanced at Ash who was lost in memory, "I'm sorry, did it remind you of something sad."

"It's okay." Ash shook his head, indicating that he was fine. These stories are decades old, which is a long time ago for him now.

"What about you? Mr. Embers, are you married?" Mr. Weasley asked casually, and then a casual drift passed the red car in front.

Ash shook his head, "I'm so busy saving a broken world, I don't have much time..."

"Hahaha." Weasley laughed, "You Americans are always so humorous."

Obviously, he took Ash's words as a joke, well, normal people should take this as a joke.

(End of this chapter)