Ashes of Hogwarts

Looking at the sleeping Lily, Snape's eyes were full of tenderness.

This man who has been strict and cold all his life will only show such an expression when facing the one he loves.

He stood up, gently carried Lily lying on the table to the bed, and carefully tucked her into bed.

The sun was setting, and the white moonlight shot in through the small window, illuminating Snape's face.

He gently stroked Lily's red hair.

"When is it, Sev?"

Lily seemed to have woken up, opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and asked sleepily.

"It's just night time, go to sleep."

"Oh."

Snape's voice had never been so gentle.

Lily cupped his hand and soon fell asleep again.

Looking at Lily who looked like Sleeping Beauty, Snape's heart finally collapsed.

The tears he had been holding back for a long time began to break and the pearls began to roll down in large pieces.

Snape breathed heavily and clutched his heart with his free left hand to prevent himself from crying.

As soon as he arrived in hell, he experienced the most cruel punishment in the world on the spot.

He raised the soul anchor high, but he couldn't calm down.

His reason kept reminding him that Lily was fake, but his feelings told him.

It might as well be fake, so that Lily can always be with him.

The Half-Blood Prince had never faced such a scene.

He really panicked.

Suddenly, a big tear hit Lily's face, and the latter immediately opened her eyes.

Snape hurriedly tried to put away the soul anchor, but it was too late.

Lily saw it.

Seeing the panicked Snape and the golden light on his hand, Lily was not surprised at all.

"Actually, you knew I was fake from the beginning."

She didn't show any ferocious face, and turned into the so-called demon that devours humanity in hell.

She is still so gentle, even if the other party already knows that she is fake.

Snape didn't know how to answer, so he just nodded painfully.

Lily smiled, just like the smile they used to smile under the tree when they were children.

"Come on, kill me and free yourself. It's time for you to find your true lover."

Lily opened her heart to Snape, and a blue bead was spinning in her heart.

"No, I can not."

Snape regretted a little, regretting that he should not have taken out the soul anchor.

He panicked and tried to stuff the soul anchor into his clothes.

But Lily opposite didn't know where she got the strength.

She grabbed Snape's hand and stabbed the soul anchor directly into her heart.

"You are really an important person in this girl's heart. She is even willing to die for you."

Lily's body was like a piece of broken pottery, and pieces began to fall off.

"no, do not want!"

Snape felt the gut-wrenching pain again.

He hurriedly pressed against Lily's broken body.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the whole world cracked like a broken mirror.

In a wide black river, a small boat drifted slowly in the rushing river under the control of a bald man.

Snape woke up faintly and found himself lying in a narrow cabin with a red, very coquettish flower beside his head.

"Wizard, you woke up so quickly."

There was a questioning voice, and Snape turned around and saw a tall, bald man holding the boat.

The tattoos on the strong man's face make him look particularly ferocious.

"Wipe the tears on your face first. Nightmare's dream is not easy."

Only then did Snape realize that his face was still full of tears, and even his clothes were wet.

He quickly wiped his face with his sleeves a few times, and then walked out of the cabin.

"Excuse me, who is the Nightmare?"

"The Nightmare is a demon that is easily attracted by strong thoughts. Almost all living people who come to the world of the dead will be patronized by it." The bald man looked at Snape and then said: "The Nightmare is The dream it transforms is exactly the same as the one it transformed into, so almost no one can take the initiative to break free from its dream. You are the second one I have seen in thousands of years."

Snape was a little curious: "Are there actually two of them?"

He always felt that he was able to escape because of Ash's soul anchor.

"There are far more powerful people in the world than you know, wizard. And you are only one of the two people who took the initiative to leave."

The strong man's voice was low and he did not continue.

Snape could tell he didn't really want to delve deeper into the topic.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Only then did Snape notice that the ship was filled with large and small light groups, which looked very familiar.

It's like the soul that Ash takes out as snacks for his pets at any time.

"they?"

"As you can imagine, they are all the souls of the deceased. Only a small number of strong people can stay awake on the River Styx, and the rest can only be taken to the underworld in deep sleep. After being sorted out by Pluto, they are summarized into the places where they should stay. Go where you are."

The bald man's voice was calm, as if he was saying something ordinary.

"Hades? What about Death?"

Snape was a little curious. Ash had personally killed Death's clone, proving that Death was real.

Upon hearing the name, the bald man snorted with disdain.

"Do you think Hades would ask me to help him transport these souls if it weren't for that guy who keeps stealing business?"

Snape nodded understandingly.

It seems that no matter where you are, competition exists.

At this time, a bright and dazzling soul suddenly trembled rapidly. It let out a huge roar, broke free from the small iron chains that bound its body, and flew in the direction it came from.

"Hmph, there are always dishonest people." The bald man frowned with a fierce look in his eyes.

He put down the paddle in his hand and replaced it with a pair of knives that were even more ferocious than his face.

The iron chain engraved with golden runes was tightly wrapped around his hand, leaving a bloodstain that would only appear over time.

"You want to leave without paying!"

He roared angrily and threw out the knife in his hand, piercing the soul fiercely.

With another exertion, the strong man's soul was caught in his hands.

Under Snape's horrified gaze, the bald man opened his bloody mouth and stuffed the soul directly into his mouth.

Smash it. Smash it.

With a "Gulu" sound, the soul was swallowed.

Snape was terrified.

He only knows Ash who is such a fierce person, but Ash is his friend.

"May I ask who the bald brother is?"

Snape unconsciously raised his hands and felt a little more at ease when he felt the soul anchor in his arms.

"I am the ferryman of the River Styx, Charon."