Ashes of Hogwarts

"Bring ten pounds of thin meat to Sajia. Cut it into minced meat. Don't see any fat on it."

In the bustling market, Ash and Hermione stopped in front of a dark-looking meat stall.

On the chopping board, there were piles of black-smelling meat scattered across the board. The small tentacles extending from the pieces of meat twitched from time to time, indicating that they were fresh, freshly slaughtered meat.

Hermione poked at it curiously, and the tentacle quickly wrapped around her finger and tried to climb up her arm.

Uh ~

Hermione shook the lump of flesh away in disgust.

"Obviously, this is a creature that has never been recorded in books. I mean, if this is a creature unique to hell, maybe we can bring it up there and let people study it, and maybe people on the science side can do it. What new drugs can be developed with this?"

Hermione raised her little face and gave Ash a proud smile.

"When the time comes, you will be known as the godfather of 'the great Miss Hermione who discovered a new species that saved the world.'"

Three black lines appeared on Ash's forehead.

Forgive him, the first thing he thought of just now was tentacles and magical girls.

What is certain is that if Hermione brought this species to the earth, what she just thought about would definitely happen.

Hermione, who came as a spirit body, may not be aware of it, but she really feels it.

This thing will definitely grow crazily after being exposed to the anger of a living person.

By then, I will have endless squid legs to eat!

The owner of the butcher stall is a minotaur who looks very honest.

In hell, this is a very common race.

Their way of survival dictates that they must live in densely populated areas, with as many neighbors as possible.

And with the increasingly developed transportation network in hell, the tauren are now gradually migrating to Japan.

It is said that there is their favorite neighboring race - kappa.

The capital cities in hell don't look much different from those on earth.

If I have to say it, it’s probably that the proportion of technology here is really pitiful.

"Our guest has good taste. This is a black goat that was just fished out of the forbidden sea this morning. The meat is very fresh."

The tauren boss cheerfully took out a large piece of black goat meat with his knife, weighing it without weighing it. He quickly removed the fat on it with the knife in his hand and began to chop it slowly on the chopping board.

Ash's face twitched.

He can guarantee that this piece of meat definitely weighs more than ten kilograms.

Maybe the metering is different in hell?

In the distance, a thin man wearing black clothes held a compass in his hand and was looking for something step by step along the pointer on it.

Not long after, he saw Ash and Hermione selling meat in front of the butcher stall. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step forward when he saw the minotaur boss hand a large oil paper bag into Ash's hands. .

The man in black stopped at a distance.

The tauren cut it quickly, but still pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, here are the twenty pounds of fine meat you want. All of them have been cut. Please pay."

Hermione, who was behind Ash, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She just heard her godfather talking about ten pounds of meat.

Ash held down Hermione who was about to speak.

He shook his head slowly, but his scarlet eyes had narrowed.

"Not urgent."

Ash smiled and placed the package of meat on the chopping board.

I originally planned to make some specialties from hell and make wontons.

But if the boss does this, he will not feel sleepy.

"What's wrong, guest? I'm not very satisfied. I'm following your instructions exactly. I don't want to do this. Isn't that good?"

An honest smile appeared on the tauren's honest face.

If you ignore the shimmering sharp knife in his hand.

"Hey, Senaro is bullying the newcomer again. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful, I don't know how much he will cheat him this time."

"Who knows, last time there was a guy with a stubborn head who was chopped into pieces by Senaro, and the next day someone ate sheep's hooves at his family's fried fish restaurant."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

People around him were discussing in low voices just enough for Ash to hear.

It seems that this tauren is very skilled at killing customers.

Ash couldn't help but smile when he felt Hermione's little hand subconsciously squeeze his arm.

"What I mean is, as long as there is not enough meat, you can cut it into twenty pounds of fat meat, and don't see any meat on it. You should also cut it into fine pieces."

Hearing this, the surrounding hell people were in an uproar.

This was the first time they had seen such a stubborn person.

You know, in this imperial city, Senas can be regarded as a bully. In addition, he and Master Pluto's cook are brothers, so almost no one dares to punish him.

"Fat? Are you sure?"

The tauren's tone became a little bad.

He felt that the newcomer across from him probably didn't know what the meaning of heaven and earth was, and he actually wanted to amuse himself.

"You, a butcher, still have to worry about what customers do when they buy meat. You won't be shortchanged."

Ash was smiling and couldn't fault him at all.

Hermione also took advantage of the situation and said, "That's right, my godfather has a lot of money!"

"Oh!" The tauren's small eyes widened unconsciously.

“It’s good to have money, it’s good to have money.”

He chose a larger piece of fat meat, cut it finely, and wrapped it in an oil paper bag.

"Guest, your forty pounds of fat. Chenghui, a total of five thousand black gold coins."

The minotaur happily pushed the two paper packages in front of Ash.

At this time, there was silence around the meat stall.

A dozen minotaurs of various heights, short, fat, and thin squeezed out from every corner, forming a siege around Ash and Hermione.

In the distance, the man in black slowly took out a huge mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the number and called out.

"Let me tell you first, I can pay, but I have a question before I pay."

Ash pointed two fingers on the oil paper bag, blocking the path of the minotaur boss's advancement.

"Is your meat fresh?"

"Look what you said, I am a meat seller, can I sell you stinky meat pieces?"

If the tauren boss had a single conscience, it would be this meat.

It's absolutely fresh.

"I asked you if this meat is fresh?"

"What do you mean, you are looking for trouble? I ask you whether you want this meat or not?"

"If your meat is fresh, I will definitely want it. But..."

Ash tore open the oily paper bag filled with fat.

A black air slowly floated up, emitting a foul smell.

"Any questions?"

The tauren boss knew that Ash was looking for trouble, but he didn't know what the other person's action meant.

"This meat is black and smelly! It's not fresh!"

Snapped!

Ash slapped the fat meat onto the minotaur boss's face.

"How dare you slander that my meat is not fresh!"

The tauren boss's small eyes suddenly turned red.

Holding a sharp knife, he aggressively turned over the meat stall.

"Old thief die!"