Ashes of Hogwarts

After working for half the night, Ash and Dumbledore dragged their exhausted bodies back to Hogwarts.

It is not the body that is tired, but the heart.

They are the best in the wizarding world, but now they have no clue.

At this time, all the little wizards in the school had taken a rest, and only the lights in the auditorium were still on.

Seeing Ash and Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall immediately came up to them.

"Have you found the child?"

She looked at the two of them with hopeful eyes, hoping to hear good news from them.

Unfortunately, she could only see the embarrassed expressions on Ash and Dumbledore's faces.

Professor Mike was a little unbelievable.

It could be seen from her expression that she was in extreme shock.

"If you can't even find Rowling's child, then who else can save that poor child?"

"Sorry, Minerva."

Dumbledore's voice was a little deep.

Not being able to take good care of the children in the academy made him suffer more than anyone else.

"The only thing we can guarantee now is that the child is still alive and well."

He took out the paper boat with a small flame burning and placed it solemnly in the center of the teacher's desk.

The Elder Wand waved, and an obscure spell came out of his mouth, instantly covering the small boat.

"I will always pay attention to it. Hogwarts is the home of all little wizards. I will never allow anyone to infringe on this sacred and indispensable family."

Ever since his break with Grindelwald, Dumbledore's heart has been focused on Hogwarts.

Someone is trying to provoke him now?

Never agree!

But behind him, Ash frowned and looked at the paper boat, which looked normal.

If it hadn't been for his dazzling eyes, the small flame seemed to go out and burn again in an instant.

It was like being blown by the wind.

But could this life magic be affected by wind?

……

"Flat chop!"

"Back tease!"

"Falling wild geese!"

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

"Sword God smiles!"

"The rain and the clouds!"

"Millions of thrusts!"

In the endless smoke and dust, Hawkwood turned into a fiery whirlwind.

He was like a drill that broke through the sky, shattering countless twisted monsters with black tentacles stretched out.

To be honest, he hasn't killed so happily in a long time.

These monsters born from the dark side of human nature are completely restrained by the wolf blood in their bodies.

Before he could do anything, these guys fell.

Easier than mowing the lawn.

"If I had known this, I would have borrowed a scythe from Ash to play with."

Hawkwood has actually been coveting Ash's Fried Scythe for a long time.

That thing looks cool and cool when playing, and it also has the power to control ice.

There are too many people playing with fire in the soul world. Isn’t this more handsome than playing with fire?

After counting the souls he had harvested, Hawkwood leaned on the side of the motorcycle to rest with satisfaction.

Although these monsters are weak, they all drop some tiny soul blocks after being killed.

Although these soul blocks are all red crystals, they do not prevent Hawkwood from absorbing the energy contained in them.

To a certain extent, this is more convenient than the way of harvesting souls in the soul world.

After all, these soul blocks can be used by others.

Unfortunately, when he fell into hell, the souls of the monsters that emerged from the cold current were directly absorbed by him.

I'm not Ash, so I can't take that thing out.

Facing the dusty sky, Hawkwood lit another cigar.

Although I have been wandering around in hell like a headless fly, there seems to be a voice in my heart telling me.

This direction is right and we should keep going.

Comparing the tempting monsters that Ash once said existed in hell, Hawkwood rarely doubted his own intuition.

"So how the hell are we supposed to find it?"

Sure enough, Easterners are unreliable, so why rely on Hawkwood to find Hawkwood?

I have been searching here for so long without food or drink, and there are no clues at all.

It would be better to bring that stupid noseless zombie to the Soul World to spread the fire.

After all, he can still call himself the good brother of the sun for the rest of his life.

Although he doesn't believe in the sun, he doesn't know why he is so obsessed with the miracle of the sun.

When the break ended, Hawkwood patted his butt and got up from the ground.

The dimension of Hell is strange, especially on this side of the River Styx.

Maybe you can go from a desert with no birds to a primeval forest that blocks out the sun in just two steps.

That's the case now for Hawkwood.

The moment he stood up, he didn't know what mechanism was triggered.

The scenery around him changed.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in a small forest filled with golden sunlight.

Fortunately, the motorcycle beside me is still there.

Hawkwood patted his chest thankfully.

He had encountered this situation once before.

That time he only took two steps and got lost in a swamp.

After that, he spent a lot of effort to find his motorcycle in a tree.

Hawkwood wanted to ask it how it had driven itself up there.

"Okay, let me see what the trick is this time, a gentle jungle trap?"

To be honest, if you don't consider that you are in hell now, the scene in front of you is still very healing.

The golden sunlight passed through the dense branches and leaves of the forest, casting rhombus-shaped light spots on the fallen leaves on the ground.

A small stream ran through the woods.

In the distance, a small wooden house stood quietly there, with a thin wisp of smoke rising from the small chimney.

Everything was wonderful, like something out of an old bat's dream.

But Hawkwood felt nothing about what was before him.

He was just attracted to the cabin.

He immediately mobilized the wolf blood in his body, and at the same time put on a skull ring given by Ash on his ring finger.

This ominous ring can fully mobilize all the senses in the body, making every move around it inescapable.

Ludos was shocked when Ash took out this thing.

At least the moment he put on the ring, Hawkwood felt that the whole world was different.

He dug around in his arms for a long time and finally took out a broken mirror.

"Well, he's still so handsome. Why does the Unknown King look down on me so much?"

Hawkwood looked narcissistically in the mirror.

The familiar man in the mirror looked a little more haggard than usual.

Still deserves a beating.

It seemed that he had not encountered an illusion.

Hawkwood happily put away the mirror and pushed the motorcycle towards the cabin.

He didn't know how long the person or soul in the wooden house had been there, and he was afraid that the other person would be frightened by the roar of the engine.

Sometimes, he is very considerate.