Ashes of Hogwarts

His big pale hands broke through the ice.

It struggled to pull away the broken ice on its body, and its almost perfect body twisted and climbed up from the ground.

Roar!

It roared for the first time in its life at the "Fireproof Girl".

Then, he pounced.

"No!"

"Fireproof Girl" suddenly braked, and the spiral sword in her hand turned into clouds of smoke.

He spent countless efforts refining this body for himself, and he still hoped that one day he could rely on it to leave this hellish place.

"Don't brake, keep moving."

Ash held the imitation version of "Frostmourne" in one hand and lit a thick cigar for himself with the other hand.

"What a joke, do you think that the only things that have been engraved in my body for thousands of years are magic and useless scientific knowledge?"

The "Fireproof Girl" has now become an old wizard.

Its snow-white chest-length beard reminded Ash of Dumbledore.

But it was obvious that the other party had not turned into him.

The old man with white beard is a powerful wizard.

Ash can sense this from the opponent's strong magic fluctuations.

I think the other party didn't want to harm his future body too much, so he used a "gentle" magic.

"Illumination!"

He roared angrily as powerful magic energy gathered into the thick staff in his hand.

In an instant, the entire ice surface was completely white.

Although the body that was about to be completed had no reason at all, the stinging sensation caused by the bright light still caused physical discomfort.

It covered its eyes with tears that flowed unconsciously and fell to the ground, roaring helplessly.

In the white light, a cold sword stabbed out silently, pointing directly at Ash's brow.

That powerful lighting technique was not only to get rid of the entanglement of his body, but also to attack Ash inadvertently.

After understanding the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves, the heroic spirit came up with this seemingly simple but actually effective method.

It looked like Dumbledore with an evil smile on its face.

Don't blame me, Lothric.

I blame you for not knowing what is good and what is good!

I learned this illumination technique from you to fight the enemy. If you die under this technique, you are not unjust.

Suddenly, it froze.

The long sword has felt a clear sense of obstruction, but there is no feeling of piercing flesh and blood at all.

What went wrong?

The bright light obscured its eyes.

It tried to withdraw the long sword, but found that the long sword seemed to be firmly stuck on the lathe, motionless.

But fortunately, the opponent did not take this opportunity to attack it.

The old man with the white beard guessed that Ash was also caught off guard by the bright light, and controlling his sword was just a matter of fighting instinct.

I don’t know how many tears I have wiped away now.

The white-bearded old man's lighting technique is very powerful, but in the end it can only be regarded as an instant deceptive magic.

The white light quickly dissipated.

Ash stood there calmly wearing a pair of sunglasses.

He stretched out two fingers and clamped the long sword.

Even through his sunglasses, the old man with the white beard could feel the amusement in Ash's eyes.

"It's not rude to come and go."

Ash blew out a smoke ring, causing the white-bearded old man to back away.

"Come and try this trick of mine."

He slowly turned the "Frostmourne" in his hand, and blue runes began to flash on the long sword, giving off a seductive light.

The old man with the white beard gave up the long sword, gripped the staff and stepped back.

Even if it has the combat experience of countless people in its mind, it can't guess what this person who doesn't play by common sense will do next.

Facts have proved that no matter how rich the combat experience is in the mind, it is not as practical as one's own experience.

Just when it was fully on guard against the ashes on the opposite side rising up and hurting people, Ash kindly pointed out the direction for it.

"My name is Black Tiger Afu!"

A voice with a strange accent came from behind.

As a great scholar who has learned both east and west and is knowledgeable about the past and present, the Hogwarts Heroes certainly recognized that this was a language from the East.

It turned its head slightly with a wary expression, and was horrified to find that its future body was actually in an extremely shameful posture.

Under its crotch, two lumps of burden were still swaying in the wind.

As soon as the cold wind passed by, he huddled up tightly.

"No, no, no!"

It seemed to have guessed something, with a look of horror on its face.

"Prepare to die!"

With a heroic gesture, the body suddenly rushed forward.

"The dragon grabs the hand, the lotus flower floats"

scorpion paw, kangaroo jump

The wind blows through the ears, and the head smashes walnuts

The mouse steals the cheese, the antelope takes off

Flying in the air, super planet burning

......"

While dodging the attack, the heroic spirit watched with grief and anger as the perfect body he created assumed one shameful posture after another.

At this moment, a sentence appeared inexplicably in its heart.

"I have never been afraid to use the worst possible malice to speculate on people's hearts."

Although I have forgotten which scholar’s ​​words this is, I feel it makes so much sense now.

The famous oriental scholar Mr. Lu Xun once said a word.

Killing hearts.

This is murder and heart-breaking.

"You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me!"

It could be seen that the heroic spirit was extremely aggrieved.

Think about it too.

The painstaking efforts of more than 1000 years are regarded by me as the existence of hope.

Not only was he picked out by others and used against him, but he also used such humiliating methods.

It really wants to die.

"Is that so? I'll help you."

Ash pulled out "Frostmourne" from the ice and gently pushed it forward.

puff~

The heroic spirit was stabbed through.

It stared blankly at the golden light escaping from its chest and the sword tip piercing out.

"Are you serious?"

"Who is lying to you?"

puff~

Ash drew his sword and stabbed it in again.

"I have never heard such a lowly request from an old turtle in my life."

Ash was of course referring to the pilgrims outside the walls of the undead settlement.

But the words "Old Turtle" sounded more like Ash's sarcasm to the Heroic Spirit's ears.

"What's wrong with me? I just want to go out, breathe the free air, and not be restrained. What's wrong with me!"

The heroic spirit began to struggle.

It itself is a body without flesh and blood. At this moment, hanging on the tip of the sword, it is nothing more than a weightless ball of light.

It fluttered, scratching and scratching the body in front of it that had given all its efforts, as if it wanted to vent its anger on the other person after being imprisoned for 1000 years.

"Honestly, if you don't catch my student, maybe I will let you go because you are a cherished animal. It's a pity."

Ash gave a fake sigh.

He waved his hand and put the heroic spirit into his backpack.

The opponent may be strong, but unfortunately it picked the wrong opponent.

To Ash, it might not be as good as Dumbledore in his old age.

stab~

The sound of breaking glass suddenly sounded in the air.

Immediately, two figures, one red and one blue, ran out of the space crack in embarrassment.

"What a coincidence, sir."

Seeing Ash, Virgil was obviously stunned.

Obviously, he didn't expect to encounter Ash at a randomly chosen landing spot.

But soon, he looked sad.

"We got into trouble."