Ashes of Hogwarts

Ashe turned around and hit an elbow, followed by a 720-degree spinning whip kick.

He felt that he had hit something, but the opponent was obviously not hurt by it.

"Wow, I can feel the power in your fists and feet. If I had a body, I would be a mess by now."

A slightly exaggerated voice came, accompanied by claps of applause.

Ash frowned and turned his head to look behind him.

On the brick-gray reef, a strange human-shaped light stood there quietly.

Not far from it, a huge magic circle inscribed with blood was shining with a strange red light at some unknown time.

Ash took a half step back in disbelief.

The existence form of this light group is very similar to that of the soul, but its fundamental structure is completely different.

Ash has also come into contact with many alternative beings, such as the ghosts of Hogwarts, the abhorrent poltergeists, and strange energy entities like the Obscurus.

But in the final analysis, they also appear as an independent entity.

And the thing in front of him now - Ash doesn't know what to call it for the time being. This thing is too complicated, so complicated that even a soul master like Ash is dazzled.

"Ash Lothric, a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared in Hogwarts nearly two years ago. To be honest, I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

The light group spoke, and its voice seemed to be mixed together with countless sound rays, finally showing a chaotic form.

"My powers are vast! I have to admit that even those of us who were still alive might not be able to reach the point where you are."

The light group began to twist.

Soon, a strange yet familiar face appeared in front of Ash.

"Godric Gryffindor?"

Ash's voice rose unconsciously.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

It wasn't because Slytherin had been dead for thousands of years, but because he didn't smell a familiar smell on this light group at all.

It doesn't look like a wizard's soul, nor does it look like a ghost.

As if seeing Ash's doubts, after a flash of light, the light ball changed into another face.

Salazar Slytherin!

"I am him, but I am more than him."

Using his cane, "Slytherin" climbed up to the Frozen Throne with graceful steps.

Ash followed curiously.

He became interested in this other being.

No one knew that Ash had quietly studied the formation of ghosts in Hogwarts Castle in the middle of the night. Peeves, who had been cast the Forgotten Curse, would not remember that he had been cut into pieces by Ash to study the uniqueness of the poltergeist. internal structure.

At this moment, he became very interested in the light group in front of him.

pat~

Ash's toe kicked a half-open parchment book.

Opening the cover, there were several large characters written on it.

"A midnight story that Professor Lothric and Professor Snape had to tell"

Swish!

The book was taken away.

The light ball casually threw it into the air, and a blazing fire emerged from its fingertips, instantly burning it to ashes.

"Don't get me wrong, this little wizard carries such an outrageous thing with him, of course I have to confiscate it and deal with it."

With a sudden change, "Slytherin" turned into an older cat lady wearing glasses.

Professor McGonagall?

Ash's interest grew.

He asked "Professor McGonagall" a question.

"So, you've seen it?"

"what?"

"Professor McGonagall" was surprised.

"Of course not, Mr. Losric. How could I possibly look at such a thing!"

Although it tried its best to hide it, its uneasy movements betrayed its uneasy heart.

Ash nodded, indicating that he believed its lies.But the teasing expression on his face hurt the other party deeply.

"Okay, forget about that little girl's fantasy book, let's take a look at my real masterpiece."

"Professor McGonagall" picked up a book from the books on the floor and put it into Ash's unclosed hand.

""Postpartum care of sows?""

"What? Which damn butcher brought this? I really hope he didn't die so happily when I bled him!"

"Professor McGonagall" muttered, finally starting to rummage on the ground seriously.

When it wasn't paying attention, Ash strolled over to Rowling.

He touched her pulse with two fingers.

Fortunately, I didn't have any problems other than being a little weak.

In order to keep Rowling warm, this strange guy even cast a cold spell on her.

"Not this one, not this one..."

"Professor McGonagall" kept rummaging around, but there seemed to be no book that it wanted.

Finally, it got impatient.

As her body trembled, "Professor McGonagall's" coiled hair turned into big waves.

If Ash had gone to school seriously, he would have become a very famous person.

Isaac Newton.

Stretching out its hands, it closed its eyes and began to evolve in the void.

At first Ash thought it was going to cast some kind of magic spell, but after a while he discovered that there wasn't even a trace of magic fluctuation at all.

Ash quietly approached and heard it mumbling.

"According to Kepler's laws of planetary motion and the theory of gravity..."

It sounded very enigmatic, but Ash didn't quite understand it.

Ash tiptoed around and left, taking the girl on the throne back into her backpack.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp gaze fall on him.

Mr. "Newton" was staring at him closely with his brown eyes.

"Don't leave in a hurry, Mr. Losric. I've found it!"

His seemingly casual reaching out showed his incomparable determination.

A thick leather book was placed in Ash's hands.

Ash frowned and stroked the cover.

The smooth feel reminded him of something very bad.

"It feels comfortable to the touch. This is the smoothest and most tender skin on a girl's body. It took me a lot of time to make this book."

Mr. "Newton" was very proud, as if he was showing off something.

Although Ash didn't care about these things, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

After staying at Hogwarts for a long time, his humanity was slowly recovering.

Opening the cover of the book, the first page is a picture of Leonardo da Vinci's golden section of the human body.

"Look, perfect proportions. This is what I'll look like after I'm resurrected!"

Mr. "Newton" pointed at the picture excitedly.

Ash smiled silently.

The second page is the name of the book.

"The Making of the Human Body"

It was obvious that someone had written it with a brush dipped in fresh blood.

To this day, the blood has dried to a deep brown color.

"Great creation! I can guarantee that there will never be another great alchemist like me in the world."

At some point, Mr. "Newton" had transformed into Nico Meller.

It was jumping around crazily, making Ash's heart tremble as he watched it.

Be careful, old man, don't break your leg.