Ashes of Hogwarts

Harry woke up early the next morning. He knew it was already dawn, but he still closed his eyes tightly.

"This must be a dream."

He said this to himself without a doubt.

"I dreamed about a giant named Hagrid and a professor named Ash. Oh my god, they actually said I was a wizard. But when I opened my eyes, I was still in the cupboard."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Aunt Petunia must be knocking on the door again." Harry thought to himself without opening his eyes. The dream was so wonderful that he even rode a dragon.

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.

"Harry, get up, we have to go to Diagon Alley with Professor Losric today."

"Okay," Harry muttered, getting up. "I'll be right there."

He recognized it as Hagrid's voice, which meant that the unrealistic fantasy in his heart had really happened. He even had a real birthday last night - and on the back of a dragon.

"I will accompany you to Diagon Alley later to purchase the supplies you need to start school - do you have the letter with you? There is a list of necessary supplies in it, but we have to go to Gringotts first to take out the inheritance your parents left for you. .”

"Gringotts, what is that? A bank?"

"Yes, the wizard's bank is opened by goblins. It can be said to be one of the safest and most reliable places in the world. Of course, it is definitely not as good as Hogwarts." Hagrid was very proud. He puffed up his chest and said, "I also have to go to Gringotts to do some official work for Dumbledore. He always trusts me so much."

Taking Harry downstairs, as a landmark building, the Leaky Cauldron was too dark and dirty.

A few old ladies were sitting in the corner drinking sherry from small glasses.A man wearing a top hat was chatting with the bar owner, Old Tom.Harry also saw the professor who came to pick him up yesterday sitting alone, eating breakfast in small bites.

The chattering suddenly stopped, and Ash raised his head, watching this classic scene with interest.

The savior finally returned to his own world.Everyone paid their respects to Mr. Potter, and he even saw Professor Quirrell. The soul belonging to Voldemort on his body exuded a stench that ordinary people could not feel.

So weak and disgusting.

"We should go, Harry still has a lot of things to buy."

Ten minutes later, Ash separated from everyone and rescued the red-faced boy.

Follow Hagrid through the bar to the small patio surrounded by walls.There was just a trash can and some weeds and nothing else.

Hagrid stuck his butt out and counted the wall tiles on top of the trash can.

"Count three dollars up - count two dollars across -" he muttered in a low voice. "Okay, stand back."

He hit the wall three times with the head of his little pink umbrella.Ash took two steps back, wondering if he should move the trash can sometime.

The brick that was knocked shook, and the closed wall of the small patio spread out like water waves. Soon, a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight. .

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

Hagrid grinned at Harry, his tone full of pride and pride as a wizard.

The moment the three of them passed through Diagon Alley, the archway turned into the original solid wall.

"Thank you Hagrid, I won't trouble you anymore."

Ash said goodbye to Hagrid and Harry.He had no interest in the rest of their journey. As expected, their first stop would be Gringotts, and the "tight-lipped" Hagrid would accidentally arouse the curiosity of the little savior. Everything was going on in Dumbledore. In the calculation of profit.

However, although Voldemort can be regarded as the big devil in the wizarding world, in Ash's eyes, he is at best a little harder to crush than a living corpse.

What is a soul expert? (clasps hands and leans back)

Ash was walking alone on the street, looking around, full of curiosity about everything in front of him. In comparison, the world of Dark Souls, which focused on fighting, seemed like a rural place.

The dazzling sunlight shines on each shop, and a dazzling array of wizard products fills each window.

Ash first came to Madam Malkin's robe shop.He felt that he needed some clothes that could at least suit various occasions - as we all know, there are no normal clothes in the world of black souls.

Madam Malkin was a squat witch with a big smile and a purple dress.

"Are you here to customize clothes, sir?" She said before Ash could speak. "I can guarantee that mine may not be the best, but it will definitely be the most suitable. To be honest, there is a young man trying on clothes in there right now."

So this young man will try to buy clothes from now until Harry comes.

After discussing the style and size of the robes with Madam Malkin, Ash left.The quantity he bought this time was a bit large, and Mrs. Malkin said she would send an owl to Hogwarts before tomorrow night.

Then, there is the lifeblood of the wizard - the wand.

Dumbledore said it well, even Ash's staff can cast spells, but it is not elegant after all - it can easily lead the little wizard to evil.

That's right, after all, the staff is used to hit people.

The wand shop was shabby and small, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 320 BC.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty glass window.

The shop is very small, with no other furniture visible except a bench.Stacks of long and narrow boxes almost reach the ceiling. The quiet environment is less like a store and more like a library.

"Good morning sir." A soft voice sounded, "New guest?"

An old man walked out from behind the stacks of boxes. His big, light-colored eyes were like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Sorry sir, are you here for wand repair? Or have you lost your wand?"

Even if it was a wand sold decades ago, Ollivander could recognize its owner at a glance through the wand, which was probably considered a talent.

"Actually, I'm here to pick out my first wand." Ash had cast a spell with the Elder Wand, but it was Dumbledore's favorite and he was too embarrassed to ask for it. "Ash Lothric. That's my name."

"Oh, okay. Mr.... an overage wizard. It's rare to see someone like you in the wizarding world, but of course, Ollivander will not refuse to provide their partner to any legitimate wizard." Mr. Levander took out a long tape measure with silver graduations from his pocket. "But I would like to correct you, Mr. Losric."

“The wizard doesn’t choose the wand, the wand chooses the wizard.”