Ashes of Hogwarts

It was already a new week when Ash returned to Hogwarts.

Miss Granger was very embarrassed to have skipped half a day of class for no reason.

"Anyway, Ilia and I have class this morning. It doesn't matter if you skip it."

Ash said so.

And the substitute teacher is Snape, so there will be no problem.

But Hermione still left with a blushing face.

What kind of thoughts does the little girl have?

She was just afraid that she would not be able to teach Harry and Ron a lesson confidently in the future.

Ash thought as he walked in the quaint and quiet corridors of Hogwarts.

He was not sure whether to tell General Dumbledore about Death and the Peverell family.

After all, this is just a guess.

Dumbledore used the Elder Wand.

He won't think too much about it then, right?

But just to be on the safe side, I'd better borrow the Elder Wand and Invisibility Cloak for inspection.

It would be bad if there was something really wrong with them.

As for the Resurrection Stone...even if there is something really wrong with this thing, it wouldn't dare to come out and jump around.

Ash walked aimlessly.

From time to time, students would pass by and say hello to him.

He could also hear the students passing by talking quietly.

"Hey, what do you think Professor Losric has been doing with Granger for several days?"

"I think they may be practicing some powerful magic secretly. They are father and daughter."

"That's great. I want to learn it too, but now I can barely turn a stone into a stone giant that can move clumsily."

"Oh, you are so awesome."

"Aren't you the same, hehehehe!"

……

The power of the First Fire strengthened the little wizards a lot.

If their average magic level was only twelve before, it is at least twenty now.

It looks like I can teach them some complicated magic.

Thinking this, he suddenly heard a rough cry.

"Oh, Ash. That's great that you're here. I was just about to find you."

Ash looked up.

Lo and behold, who he saw.

Dear Mr. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, he looks taller than before, with a thick, messy beard hanging down almost to his waist.

His fluffy hair was casually tied behind his back, and the flash of light from the corner of his eyes showed his powerful aura.

This thing was actually a mage?

Ash was certain that Chu Huo must have chosen to add points to his physique and strength when strengthening Hagrid.

"Oh, Ash, don't look at me like that. I've been looking like this since I woke up and Dumbledore didn't tell me anything, just laughing."

Hagrid scratched his head in embarrassment.

He is now more frightening than before, and the little wizards don't want to play with him anymore.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, it's all good! By the way, why did you come to me?"

Ash was snickering inwardly, he had already planned what gift to give Hagrid this Christmas.

"It's Dumbledore. He told me to go to the principal's office. It's best to call you."

What can old Dengtou do to him?

Could it be that he was contaminated by the abyss in just two days?

"Okay, let's go then."

Without thinking too much, Ash followed Hagrid towards the principal's office.

The scene was like Hagrid carrying a suitcase, very funny.

Principal's room.

Dumbledore was savoring a pile of cockroaches.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cockroach crawling on the tip of his tongue, and the honey juice that filled his mouth when he bit it.

Really delicious.

he thinks.

Opposite his desk, Minister of Magic Fudge was playing with his bowler hat impatiently.

He had been sitting here for half an hour and Dumbledore would not say anything.

"Dumbledore, if you are fine, please forgive me for taking my leave first."

After hesitating for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage to express his intention to leave.

I am the Minister of Magic, not a little person who will always accompany Dumbledore to eat desserts if he says he has something to do.

"Sit down, Fudge."

Dumbledore opened his eyes, his sharp gaze shining on Fudge's face through his half-moon glasses.

Fudge felt his face sting.

Damn it, this old guy got stronger, when?

"Fudge, when I was young, I prevented Gellert from ruling the wizarding world, and when I was old, I led the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Voldemort."

"People are willing to respect me, not just because I am the principal of Hogwarts, but more because of... my strength."

"I don't understand what I did to make you disrespect me so much that you don't even want to call me principal."

Dumbledore's face was hidden in the darkness, only his eyes were shining.

Cold sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead.

Dumbledore's current amiability in old age is completely gone, and his young face looks even more aggressive.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

There was a dull sound outside the door.

Fudge was startled, and then realized that it was a knock on the door.

The savior has come.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore's momentum was too terrifying, and he now realized that his back had been completely soaked in just a short while.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's smile returned.

The door opened automatically, and Hagrid squeezed into the principal's office with some difficulty. Ash followed him with a look of helplessness.

"Sit down, Hagrid, Ash."

He waved the Elder Wand, and the office quickly transformed into a sofa suitable for Hagrid.

"Sit down too, Fudge. The rightful owner has arrived, and now we can start talking."

"Okay, please, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Fudge didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.

"Two days ago, our Professor Losric accidentally discovered the Hogwarts secret room where a murder occurred 50 years ago. Guess what."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

"You have to speak Parseltongue to open that secret room, but you know, Hagrid is just a half-giant. He is not a descendant of Slytherin, so he can't speak Parseltongue."

"I understand, I understand!" Fudge nodded.

Ash Lothric is now very famous in the wizarding world. Although this professor rarely goes out of Hogwarts, the students he teaches respect him very much without exception.

Including those big families with pure blood supremacy.

Moreover, his book "Soul and Faith" caused an uproar, and the Daily Prophet even published "He Changed the Magical World" to praise Lothric.

I heard that Sir Merlin is already preparing to award him a first-class medal.

With such a being coming to clear Hagrid's name, and with Dumbledore's endorsement, it wouldn't hurt to give him a favor.

"Also, I can hand over the real murderer to you."

Ash said nonchalantly.

"really?"

Fudge was a little overjoyed. Although he corrected the case that he was wrongly convicted of in the first place, it was a blow to the credibility of the Ministry of Magic.

But if he catches the original murderer, his reputation will undoubtedly rise to the next level.

"Don't you know who the murderer is?"

He also became polite to Ash.

"Good to say."

Ash pulled out a soul from his backpack.

"The only descendant of Salazar Slytherin is Voldemort, and he was the one who framed Hagrid in the first place."

"Then who else could be the murderer besides Voldemort?"

"His soul is here, do you want it?"

Ash's scarlet eyes stared into Fudge's eyes.

Fudge started to sweat again.