Ashes of Hogwarts

Ash pulled out Voldemort.

He had been in Ash's backpack for a week.

It is true that Voldemort was a madman and a terrorist.As he continued to split his soul, his sanity gradually diminished as the number of Horcruxes increased.

But this does not mean that he is an irrational person.

It's just that his soul is full of madness. When a goal is guiding him, he may be able to swallow his anger and keep quiet, but when he is swallowed up by endless nothingness, his madness completely explodes.

Then came the abuse, the yelling, the hysteria.

Within three days he couldn't stand it anymore.

When he saw the light of day again seven days later, Voldemort's fragile soul was about to collapse.

It's a pity that no one will pity a terrorist.

Ash felt that Snape's breathing had begun to become heavier.

"Ash, do you want to burn him? Well, this can be regarded as his contribution before death."

Looking at the guy who killed the woman he loved most, Snape clenched his fists.

"It's a pity that this is too easy for him. He should go to hell, he should be thrown into the oil pan, and he should accept the most cruel criminal law in the world..."

Snape became more and more excited as he talked. He coughed and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

"Severus, easy, easy." Ash casually threw Voldemort's soul ball into the original fire.

"If I really just want to burn him, I can just find a bonfire. He doesn't have a hundred soul points even if I pinch him. Burning him is completely useless."

The soul ball floated away in the flames, and gradually only a little golden glow remained.

"Since I promised him eternal life, I will not let him die in front of me. Come on, I will take you to a place."

……

The primordial fire is the fire that created the world and the fuel that sustains it.

Every soul that is thrown into the primordial fire is either noble or inferior, righteous or evil.

But there is no doubt that no matter how small the residue is, they have contributed their own strength to the continuation of the world, so these souls who were hunted by ashes and confused during their lifetime will wake up in the primordial fire.

Then briefly look back at their lives.

Voldemort was in this state now, although he didn't know why.

He subconsciously felt that this had something to do with the man named Ash.He had never seen anyone achieve this through non-wizard means.

Muggles can actually wield such a sword, and it can also cause damage to the soul.

He watched his life at a glance, starting from the orphanage when he was young, being ostracized, coming to Hogwarts, not being trusted by Dumbledore, framing Hagrid, graduating...

How long has it been since I recalled the past like this? If I remember correctly, it seems like it hasn’t happened since the first time I split my soul.

When was that?

Voldemort felt that he could think again, and the brain damage caused by splitting the Horcrux seemed to be cured.

Finally, his life came to an end.

A crazy prophecy, a lucky boy named Harry Potter, and a damn Guardian Charm cast by a damn Mudblood.

I am a dignified Lord Voldemort, but I am dying by my own hands. Do you feel aggrieved?Frustrated.

When word got out about this, Death Eaters were embarrassed to see anyone.

He was thinking wildly and felt a little light.Golden fluorescence floated before his eyes. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but found that he had become part of the fluorescence.

So comfortable.

He gradually fell silent.

Why can't you trust me, Dumbledore.

I can also be a good person.

There was no sound anymore, everything fell into nothingness.

……

I don’t know how long it took, it could be an instant or 1 years.

Voldemort faintly heard the sound of a bell.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, but was woken up.

He reached out and found himself in darkness.It is surrounded by a narrow stone wall with a familiar shape.

This is a coffin.

He tried to push the lid open but couldn't.Only then did he realize that his body had become as dry and thin as a dried corpse.

If he touched his chest, he could find a big hole there.

At this time, he heard voices coming from outside the coffin.

He tried to put his ear close to the coffin lid, hoping to hear something.

Outside the coffin, Ash and Snape stood there, watching silently.

"So, soon, Voldemort will crawl out of the coffin and become what you said, an immortal."

"Yes," Ash was a little happy. He would not usually use such a method to deal with a hero who had contributed to spreading fire, but not Voldemort. People like him could not be treated in any way.

"If he wants eternal life, then I will give it to him. Not only will I give it to him, I will also let him carry out the great mission of spreading fire."

Ash thoughtfully gave Voldemort the Circle of Darkness.With the double package of the Curse of the Undead and the Circle of Darkness, Voldemort, who was still sane, could clearly feel the loss of his humanity.

In this world, he can't confuse anyone.His resurrection point is eternally fixed in the Ashes Cemetery.He will be killed, again and again.

Then, maybe he was lucky and could pick up a few scattered souls, but it was useless.He is not a hero who can strengthen himself by absorbing souls. He is just an undead man abandoned by fate and cursed by the original fire lord.

"Thank you, Ash. I don't know how to express my gratitude to you," Snape looked at Ash and said seriously: "Anywhere where I am needed, I, Severus Snape, will My love and soul swear that I will give you my loyalty!”

"Don't do that, Snape." Ash grabbed Snape's shoulders and waved his wand.

Compared with the game, the real continent of Lordland is much larger. At this time, the importance of apparation is revealed.

In the sacrificial hall, Hawkwood was holding a broken tire and arguing with Mr. Andre about something. The fire prevention girl on the side was trying to break up the argument. When he saw Ash coming back, he could only smile helplessly at him.

"Voldemort still has Horcruxes. They are all scattered and scattered. I don't have the patience to look for them." He took out a few from his backpack and gave them to the crowd. He patted his butt and sat down on the steps.

"It depends on Harry Potter. After all, they are destined enemies."

Upon hearing the name, Snape's good mood suddenly disappeared.

"Potter! Humph!" That damn face really ruined those beautiful eyes.

Snape was indignant.

Looking at Snape with a sullen expression on his face, Ash suddenly thought of the wonderful story that happened while reading fan fiction in his previous life, where someone fed Harry the water to drown him.

There is nothing like this in the world of black souls. After all, this thing is too perverted.

But there is still no shortage of similar things.

After more than 60 weeks of play, my habit of collecting everything has not changed. I have accumulated more than 60 metamorphosis rings on hand, so it doesn't matter if I give one away.

I decided to talk to Harry in the next class. He was quite interested in the Audio-Technica.

Harry Potter?Harry Potter!