Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 141 Freshman Registration (for Subscription)

Chapter 141 Freshman Registration (for Subscription)

"Ash, you're well dressed." Binns looked him up and down, and said casually, just like those parents who meet their children during the holidays.

Ash nodded, and straightened the corner of his robe. Now he no longer wears those sunglasses. Since the experiment a few months ago, Ash found that the influence of the soul on him seems to have weakened. .

But his manipulation of the soul seems to have been improved instead.

Although playing with the soul is one of the capital crimes of Biheim...

Ash and Binns walked towards the auditorium side by side. Originally, Binns was unwilling to participate in these activities because of his character... But since he got Ash as a friend, he has become a little more gregarious.

Soon, the two came to the Hogwarts auditorium.

At this time, there were not many students inside, and the two of them came quite early.

"Ash, Binns, good evening." Dumbledore's gentle voice came. He was wearing a robe with sun patterns, like a knight who praised the sun.

"Good evening," Binns said, and Ash nodded and walked over to him.

"Nice dress." Dumbledore said, he nodded slightly at Ash's dark blue robe, it seemed that Mr. Embers was finally willing to spend money.

After chatting casually, Ash and Binns sat on the professor's chair, while Dumbledore stood at the door wondering what he was thinking.

Slowly, as the students gradually arrived in thestral carriages, the auditorium became lively. Many students showed surprise expressions when they saw Ash.

The reaction of the students was much more violent than that of the professors, but this does not mean that the professors still treated Ash as before.

Although Hufflepuff's headmaster, Sprout, didn't speak harshly to Ash, he was trying to minimize his contact with Ash, after all, she really liked that gentle Professor Thom.

Well, this guy Som...

Ash shook his head, and then saw Hagrid walking in with an oil lamp, he smiled at the professor, and then sat down beside Ash.

"I knew..." he said, "Harry and Weasley were going to be friends."

"Ron?" Ash immediately remembered who it was...

"Smart Ash." Hagrid nodded in agreement.

At this time, Ash noticed that Quirrell standing next to Snape seemed very interested, but because he was too far away, he had to give up.

This Professor Quirrell... He feels very familiar to Ash, and he has an inexplicable sense of fit with Thom, and that kind of soul taste almost tells him: I am a Death Eater.

I don't know what Dumbledore did, and another Death Eater came in...

Ash glanced at Dumbledore of the old god... Since you don't care, then I don't care, I should find a chance to kill Quirrell...

There are more souls in him than Somme, even close to Dumbledore to some extent.

This is no simple soul!No ashes can refuse...

Ash looked at Quirrell gently, he felt that the decision to come to Hogwarts was getting more and more correct.

Thinking, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and the industrious Mag walked in with a group of young wizards.

Headed by the bright red figure... Ron was chatting happily with another boy wearing glasses.

Ash looked at the boy, inexplicably...he knew who the Lord of Fire in the Hogwarts world...Harry Potter...he was the anchor of his invasion of this world, and once he died, he would Forced to leave here and return to Rhodeland...

But I can't always be a child's bodyguard.

Fortunately, there is Dumbledore in the academy... Although he always looks gentle, he must be very concerned about protecting students, especially the "Boy Who Lived".

Ash's hesitation disappeared in an instant, but he still couldn't help thinking of killing Harry with a soul arrow.

He pressed his left hand, then pushed his wand deeper into his belt.

"Hannah Abbott..."

Soon, the sorting ceremony was over.

And with the end of the branch and the end of Dumbledore's speech, the students can finally eat with their mouth open.

Ron held the chicken legs in both hands and said to Harry: "I knew you were Gryffindor! This is the prophecy ability of the Weasley family." As he spoke, he bit off a large piece of chicken leg.

"The Weasleys don't have the ability to predict..." Hermione... well, Harry and Ron already knew her name, and Hermione held a piece of bread and said: "Only certain wizarding families have the ability to predict, obviously There's no Weasleys in it."

She choked on Ron's joke, unable to say anything good for a while, he glared at Hermione, and then took a gulp of orange juice.

"Ron, who is Professor Embers?" Harry asked curiously, he was very curious about the name that was repeated repeatedly in his friend's mouth.

"Look!" Ron pointed with a chicken leg, "He's the one with the dark blue robe."

Looking along Ron's drumstick, Harry saw a gentle professor with a pair of sunglasses hanging on his chest...

"Ouch..." He couldn't help but yelled, that inexplicable chill suddenly came, and a terrible feeling came from that Professor Embers, making him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron asked hastily, throwing the drumsticks aside.

"It's nothing..." Harry waved his hand, "It's just a sudden feeling of discomfort..."

Hermione thought about it and said, "Is it because of that Professor Embers..."

"Impossible." Ron waved his hand hastily, "Professor Embers is a good man." It was obvious that he liked this Professor Embers very much.

His words made Harry swallow the words in his throat, it should be his own problem, right?He thought so, maybe it was a spell or something... After all, the first impression of Professor Embers was very good.

Thinking, he saw the professor standing beside Quirrell, and the professor had been staring at him closely, and he suddenly felt a warm feeling from the scar on his head, accompanied by a tingling pain.

"Who's that professor?" Harry asked.

"Professor Snape..." Percy beside him said, "Head of Slytherin, always looking for opportunities to deduct points from Gryffindor..."

From the description, he doesn't look like a nice guy.

"What a nasty guy," George said too.

Even Ron nodded in agreement.

As they were full, Dumbledore clapped his hands and removed the leftovers from the table.

He stood on the stage and nodded slightly, "Gentlemen, before leaving, I will introduce this year's new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and the professor of History of Magic."

"He finally replaced Binns?" muttered a little eagle, the master hypnotist who was Ravenclaw's natural enemy.

"First is Professor Quirrell, he will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Then stood up the professor wearing a turban.

He introduced himself with a slight stammer... Well, Ash felt that this stammer always had a sense of hypocrisy.

"And then there's Professor Ash Embers, who went from Defense Against the Dark Arts to History of Magic."

Ash then stood up and nodded slightly, and then sat down. Anyway, most of the students knew him, and as for the first-year students... they knew him immediately.

Amidst the applause, the bustling school opening dinner came to an end.

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