Ashes of Hogwarts

"Except your weapons!"

A light flashed.

The Lothric knight's sword spun twice in the air and fell into George's hand.

Fred only felt a strong gust of wind brushing his nose and passed by.

In front of him, a knight in a red cape scratched his helmet in confusion.

Where is my sword?

Such a big sword was in my hand just now.

Pong~dang~

He felt like he'd been hit hard on the head.

When he turned around, in his narrow field of vision, two red-haired little guys had already fled.

"Hu~chi~, uh~chi~"

The two of them were constantly dressed shabbily.

This place is so scary, it seems like there are enemies hidden in every corner.

And whether it was the fat aunt or the knight gentleman just now, they seemed to want their lives as soon as they met.

"George, do you think this place was used by Dumbledore to secretly detain enemies?"

Fred made a bold assumption: "Look, Dumbledore must have lived for so long, there must be many people who disagree with him, and then they were secretly imprisoned."

"However, this cannot explain why there are living corpses here."

"Maybe Professor Lothric is also in cahoots with Dumbledore!"

The more Fred thought about it, the more it seemed right.

Poor kid, he was terrified.

"Listen George, we need to escape from this place and report to Professor Snape. From what I've seen, she should be the only one who is not affected."

The little lion was in a panic and wanted to complain to the snakehead.

It's just that they don't know that the smugglers are the truly addicted players.

After putting on a layer of magic armor for themselves, George and Freyr finally began to explore carefully.

They no longer dare to go on a rampage.

The candlelight in the castle gradually dimmed, and the two little wizards did not dare to take a breath for fear of attracting someone's attention.

"Fred, do you think this place seems familiar? We seemed to have just passed by here three minutes ago."

George saw a picture on the wall.

In his mind, the painting should be in the middle of a straight corridor, but now it appeared at the corner.

"Don't scare me, George."

As much as he hated to admit it, Fred had to face a reality.

They kept going in circles in the maze.

squeak...

A sharp cry suddenly came from my ears.

This cry was not unfamiliar to either of them.

Scabbers has been with the Weasley family for many years, and the family has long been accustomed to the sound of mice.

Follow the mouse and maybe you can find a way out.

Thinking like this, the two of them slowly approached the corner where the noise came from.

In the darkness, something was approaching quickly.

Three mice!

Three rats as big as calves!

They look so familiar, yet so strange.

"Stand still!"

"Burning flames!"

In the light of the fire, the two mice were restrained in place.

Their lush hair quickly burned, emitting bursts of stench.

But there is one more.

It was very fast, like a black lightning, opening its bloody mouth directly towards Fred's neck.

At the critical moment, Fred suddenly dodged, and a flash of blue light lit up on his wand.

Frank's sword!

The mouse that fell to the ground in pain had a long gash on its body, and all kinds of internal organs were spilled on the floor.

A fishy smell rushed straight to his forehead, and George almost vomited.

Fortunately, the passage of the maze has changed again. This time, a brand new road appears.

Are these three mice the guards?That's really weak!

The two men moved forward.

They have no choice but to move forward.

But the surrounding scene started to become weird.

Tombstones were staggered on both sides of the corridor, and the dim candlelight began to turn pale.

"Why don't we still know the maze, George."

"good idea!"

George agreed.

But when they turned around, they discovered that the passage out had turned into a mural at some point.

On the mural, a knight wearing broken armor was nailed to the wall with a huge sword.

The sword was so big that it almost split the knight in half.

As the two turned around, the knight raised his hand and let out a weak and desperate roar from his throat.

This is not a mural!

The two left quickly.

This corridor is incredibly long, as if it will never end.

Finally, they came to a large room.

It is located in a section in the middle of the gallery, filled with tombstones and scattered bones.

Obviously this was a room not suitable for staying in for a long time. The two of them quickened their pace, preparing to leave immediately.

The moment they stepped out of the door, the whole room shook.

Accompanied by the "rumbling" sound and the clear sound of friction between bones, one skeleton after another climbed up from the room.

To wizards, especially pure-blood wizards, skeletons are not that scary, but when skeletons can run, jump, and draw knives to chop people, they become terrifying existences.

The rusty long sword cut a sharp edge in the air and struck George's magic armor hard.

George trembled a few times, and the magic armor almost shattered.

The two of them ran quickly.

The skeleton soldiers formed a white torrent and wildly waved their weapons at the two men.

The tip of Fred's staff continued to shoot out blue magic beams, but he sadly discovered that the short flange arrows could only slightly slow down the pursuit of the skeleton army, and could not even achieve the blocking effect.

He was even very keen when he saw a skeleton soldier pieced together after being trampled to pieces by his companions.

"George, I feel like we can't escape!"

Frey gasped.

Endless corridors, endless skeletons.

The two of them also concentrated on killing a few pursuers, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

For the white torrent behind him, there is no difference at all between one or two less and more than a dozen less.

"Don't be discouraged Fred, we will definitely be able to escape."

In fact, two are almost at their limit.

George also knew that this was self-deception.

No one would have thought that just because of their curiosity, they would risk their lives here.

"George, help me tell mom I love her."

With a brake, Fred stopped.

He quickly waved his wand, and the surrounding walls, furniture, and tombstones began to twist and combine under the transfiguration spell.

"No, Fred, what are you going to do?"

George rushed over quickly, but was blocked by a wall that had formed.

He slapped the wall quickly.

From the hole in the wall that had not been closed, he saw Fred's heroic self-sacrifice.

"No, Fred!"

George also wanted to cast a transformation spell, but he didn't know when the wand in his hand turned into a twig.

"George, Professor Losric once said this."

"When a person lives, he will die sooner or later. But when a person dies, he will live forever."

"Don't forget me, George!"

Fred raised his wand, and the blue magic in the air continued to gather in his hand.

"I heard that if you use it forcefully, you will become a cripple? But it doesn't matter, as long as someone can survive."

If it happened again, Fred guaranteed that he would not be so curious again.

You have to at least... be prepared?

At the last moment, Fred threw George's wand through the hole in the wall.

"Soul...torrent!"

With Fred's roar and George's panicked transformation spell, the two disappeared together.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley, twenty points have been deducted from Gryffindor because of you two."