Ashes of Hogwarts

"Awada eats a big melon!!!"

With a slightly charming roar, a dazzling light bloomed in the dark forest.

Hermione was holding a bone wheel axle, and the axle hole was densely filled with colorful sharp bone rods.

At this moment, dazzling rays of light were shooting out with the crazy rotation of the wheel shaft, tearing the trees that had grown for unknown ages into pieces in this primitive dense forest.

"Nice toy."

Ash was brushing Hermione's fluffy hair.

This little toy given by Pluto is very interesting, and it feels like a magical version of Gatling.

Those bone sticks come from the native monsters that grow in hell. The horn on their head is a top-notch magic tool. Anyone who holds it can stimulate the talent existing in it as long as the brain can still function normally. Magic - There is one and only one type of light shot.

And it doesn’t require you to pay any other price.

Due to being over-hunted and being a fool, it has now been listed as a special protected animal by the responsible persons in various regions.

"Godfather, this thing is much better than a wand!" Hermione said with a naive smile: "I even think I can kill a giant dragon with it."

"To a certain extent, you can."

Ash knew that the dragons Hermione was talking about were the pseudo-dragons in the Harry Potter world who had no brains and were kept in captivity as pets and material libraries.

Isn't it just right to kill this thing?

No, no, no, there won't be anyone who doesn't know how to roll and do a pedicure and be trampled to death by a giant dragon.

"I am the King of Hogwarts!!"

Gatlin's gun barrel started to rotate again, but Ash pressed it down.

"Okay, the road is wide enough. Miss He doesn't need to do anything."

These twisted trees in the dense forest have absorbed so much unwillingness and resentment over the endless years. Those deep tree holes are like roaring mouths, and the dense tree roots seem to have burst due to excessive force. veins, and you can even see the blood that has dried to black on it.

"The blood of the natives of hell will be black even after it dries."

Ash took Hermione back to sit in a luxury dog ​​cart pulled by three hellhounds.

These trees are really blocking the road, so it would be better to cut them down.

"Let's go, Cerberoc."

Ash rang the car bell, and three big dogs pulled the car slowly into the dense forest.

Ash's brows slowly knitted together.

He gave up his original plan and headed towards the core of the dense forest. Naturally, he was not interested in the primitive ecological environment of hell.

But he could feel that there was something calling him in this direction.

This is a very strange feeling, like the phototaxis of the undead, and like the charming aura exuded by the skull of an enemy.

But I stopped smoking this stuff a long time ago.

As we walked further in, the rugged roadside became strangely smooth, and thick black fog gradually appeared, which was a very familiar smell.

Ash felt a little uncomfortable. The black mist seemed to be full of malice toward him. It was a kind of oppression from the soul level.

He hung an ancient silver necklace on Hermione who had fallen asleep at some point. The wand moved in the air and mysterious runes flashed, making the little guy's eyebrows relax.

Can't go any further.

He somewhat understood the composition of these black mist.

It was the atomized deepness that had been deposited here for who knows how many years.

Unlike the soul world, these profound beings are not supported by blood and souls, so they do not affect themselves at all, but only make them feel a little disgusted.

But looking at the restless three-headed dogs in front of him, Ash was sure that if they continued to move forward, they would only end up being alienated and corrupted.

Following Ash's summons, a grand rainbow light broke through the blockade of the black fog, and the colorful light seemed to tear open a huge mouth in the sky in this dense forest.

Hermione and the dog carriage were teleported back to the human world, leaving only a burnt brown mark in place.

Ash looked at the rune marks on the ground and was speechless for a long time.

If he remembered correctly, this was probably a magic with a summoning spell attached. I wonder if Illya would summon any weird creatures there.

He shook his head, took out a silver necklace from his backpack again and hung it around his neck.

When facing Yousu, one can never be too cautious.

After all, there are too many salary kings who have fallen on it.

Carrying the Fire Staff, Ash walked slowly towards the depths of the deep forest.

In this dense forest that has been isolated by black fog, there is only a red light of scattered Mars slowly moving forward, and vision has become a kind of decoration here.

At home, several succubi in maid costumes were chasing three three-headed dogs that were rolling around.

The leading three-headed dog looked wary, but there was unconcealable excitement in its eyes full of wisdom.

The thick-haired, black-and-white dog head in the middle gave a low "woof" sound, but his eyes were fixed on the corner of the all-mahogany table in the living room.

On both sides, white dog heads and a slightly smaller circle of black and white dog heads echoed in a low voice.

After all, they are descendants of the watchdogs of the underworld. A few weak succubi could not stop them. In less than a moment, the sofa and dining table at home had been torn down into a pile of firewood.

At this time, Illya, who had settled Hermione, finally arrived belatedly.

She looked expressionlessly at the innocent-looking succubus maid and the three puppies who were causing trouble on the ruins, and silently pulled out the spiral sword from her chest.

"Do you know how to make dog meat stew? I heard Ash say that dog meat is a good thing and very nourishing."

……

Ash didn't know that his home was in ruins, and even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything.

The heavy weight has made him breathless.

There is no sign of any activity in the depths of the jungle, whether living or dead.

But Ash felt it.

That familiar call is just ahead.

The fire-transmitting staff transformed into a giant sword, and Ash lowered his body to slash. The dense gel-like depth dissipated instantly like butter that had hit a hot knife.

My eyes are bright.

On the dry land, a dried giant tree stood there quietly.

A spiral sword was stuck in the ground, and small and weak sparks flowed from the blade.

"This is the world after you gave up spreading fire. Is this the ending you want? Lord Ashes?"

After experiencing the baptism of death countless times, Ash originally thought that he would not have any emotional fluctuations until he came into this world.

But the person who appeared in front of him made Ash fall into confusion again.

Although she was shrouded in black robes, Ash would never forget this voice, nor the shabby holy book in her arms.

"how is this possible!"