Ashes of Hogwarts

"Holmes, I'm here to negotiate terms!"

Second floor apartment at 221b Baker Street.

Ash howled at the top of his lungs.

No one responded.

Normally, Holmes and Watson should be at home receiving guests at this time.

Unless Holmes goes to the snowy Himalayas to practice silence again.

In his words.

"This can help me get closer to the gods in heaven!"

Ash scoffed at this.

You have to go to the top of Kunlun Mountain to achieve the effect you want.

Otherwise it's all nonsense.

Ash picked up the black tea on the table and poured himself a cup.

The tea was still warm, indicating that the two of them had just left the house not long ago.

Moreover, the food on the table was not cleared away. Based on Watson's character, it was impossible for them to just leave the leftovers here.

This means that something very urgent happened, so urgent that they didn't even have time to use magic to clean up the room.

Or there is another possibility.

The people who came to see them were Muggles, and they didn't want to perform magic in front of Muggles.

The more Ash thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

He walked around the room and simply found a corner to sit down.

This corner is very good, it happens to be a place where all the lights in the room cannot reach it, making it appear dark and secretive.

His wait was not in vain.

Ten minutes later, a siren sounded outside the apartment.

The sound got closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of the apartment.

Ash heard someone talking, but it wasn't Holmes or Watson.

"Why, why did you tell so many details as soon as you arrived at the scene without even examining the body? Why did you directly identify the murderer without even using evidence, and even fully tell him his modus operandi? Why... …”

"Shut up!" This time the voice of Holmes sounded, cold and impatient: "If you could use your brand new brain, you wouldn't ask me questions that so many three-year-olds can think of. Understand the problem. You have lowered the IQ of the whole street, Anderson!"

Bang!

There was a violent slamming of the door closing, followed by a man's cry of pain.

It could be heard from his dull scream that it was his nose that suffered.

"John, don't take cases like this in the future. These stupid police officers will not help solve the case, they will only hinder us."

With the sound of someone stepping on the stairs, Holmes pushed the door open and entered the apartment.

"Honestly, I think the only reason for their existence is to drive away the crowds who join in the fun. With them surrounding me, I even feel that the air is disturbing my thinking."

Watson said nothing, but silently took the scarf handed over by Holmes.

"Sherlock?" Watson felt keenly that someone else had entered the room.

Moreover, it wasn't long before they returned.

"come out!"

Holmes put a hand to his waist.

There was a pistol strapped there, and most of the time, it only took one look to put the petty thieves back off.

"If you are self-aware, you must know that you cannot hide yourself in front of a detective and a soldier. Believe me, I have 380 ways to kill you and others will only find out that you committed suicide!"

Watson glanced at Holmes in surprise.

You never told me you still had this ability.

"Do you think you are the only great detective in the world?"

There was a sudden sound from the dark corner, and Holmes' gun was immediately pointed there.

Watson had one hand behind his back, already holding his wand.

A ball of light rose up, like a small sun slowly illuminating the person in the corner.

Ash smiled.

"Long time no see, Sherlock."

……

The dishes on the table were removed, and plates of freshly cooked dishes were brought to the table by Watson.

Holmes looked helplessly at Ash who was eating and drinking.

Could this guy be taking revenge on me for leaving those two brothers to him?Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen a special meal.

"So, Ash, do you have something you want to entrust me with?"

Holmes asked knowingly.

At this time, he could use Watson's knees to guess the purpose of Ash's visit.

"You do not know?"

Ash asked directly.

This Sherlock Holmes was so bad that he pushed people over without saying a word.

In the end, I don’t have to come to you.

"I once heard a wise man from the East say, defeat magic with magic."

Holmes took a sip of the steaming black tea and Goldman said unpredictably.

Not to be outdone, Ash swirled a Coca-Cola.

hiccup~

"so what?"

Ashes, who once chopped down countless enemies with a huge sword, asked.

He had previously relied on rebounding and execution to deal with the crystallized old man.

As for magic, it is only used when there is really nothing else to do.

"So, since you are looking for the God of Death, you might as well find someone who is closest to him."

Ash suddenly thought of himself.

We are all old gods, so maybe we can even talk about them as relatives.

"It's not you." Holmes held his forehead helplessly.

"Then the father of the two brothers has been fighting against the God of Death. Then let that man find it. I believe he must know where the God of Death's lair is."

Makes sense.

Ash suddenly realized.

This made Holmes think that Lothrik was a fake.

That's it, a new rising legend in the wizarding world?

"Thank you. I won't argue with you about your kidnapping of the two brothers."

Ash said hello to Watson and disappeared into a cloud of mist.

Use magic to defeat magic.

In the same way, use Hawkwood to find Hawkwood.

……

Inside the fire-passing sacrificial site.

Since his leg was broken by the unknown principal, Hawkwood seems to have become a different person.

He is now becoming more helpful.

Occasionally, he would wear his own equipment and ride a motorcycle through various dangerous areas. When he saw the undead and ashes in danger, he would help them, even if he was seriously injured.

In Hillis's words, he was emotionally injured and had to do other things to divert his attention.

At first, Mr. Andre joked that he couldn't tell that this boy was a rare lover, but after he dragged his injured body back to recuperate again and again, he gradually stopped talking.

"Mr. Hawkwood, this is the elemental fragment I just touched today. You can take it and use it."

The noseless undead was once again saved by Hawkwood in the undead settlement.

This undead man who cannot absorb soul power at all has almost completely forgotten his past, but for some reason, he still retains a trace of reason and has not completely lost his humanity.

Hawkwood smiled and declined.

A gust of wind and thunder roared past, and Hawkwood's expression suddenly became serious.

Only when he saw Ash appearing at the door did he relax.

"It's all there."

Ash walked in with a toe-step.

He walked around Hawkwood and looked at him carefully for a long time, and he didn't speak until he was grossed out.

"I can't tell why your two sons were so handsome when they were young."